Boy am I glad I decided to catch up on HP fic today.
I love James, he's my favorite Maurader and I love the Trio and the idea of this fic is so beautiful. Rarely do I read fic and have it affect me so much, but there was something to feel here. An emotion to...there's a word for it I know there is, but I can't think of it now. It's almost as if we get to see what James sees and feel the way James feels about it, but there's still that distance. That 'not actually there' and 'can't actually feel' it type distance.
Harry sobers up and presses two fingertips to the mirror. For some reason, James's heart swells and he reaches his own fingers out, touching this Harry's fingers, separated only by glass and time.
"Sirius," Harry whispers, eyes green and wide and old, and James suddenly knows.
"I've missed so much," James says to no one because no one can hear him.
I feel it here especially. There's a sense of can't be seen heard or even felt, but giving that back anyway. Offering that devotion.
God, but Harry is too young to fight, to face Voldemort. If he were to die, James doesn't know what he'd do. It's too young; Harry has his whole life in front of him.
He'd been too young, too.
My favorite part being the whole "He'd been too young, too." I like seeing that touched upon in fics. There was something so sad and almost resigned about the thought. As if the "whole life" you have waiting for you can stop mattering in the face of something unyielding and powerful and eventful so to speak.
They're back and James can't take up the mirror fast enough. His breath fogs up the glass's surface, anxiety and excitement flooding through him. Harry. Where is Harry?
This right here, broke me. As I said before, there's something so gut-wrenching about wanting to be there so everything is more real and not being able to.
"Harry," James says, aching everywhere. Aching everywhere for Harry and for himself.
Harry looks up. A long time ago, James might have thought that Harry was looking at him, but James knows better. No one can see him. No one can hear him.
"D-dad?" Harry croaks, and James's heart stops mid-beat.
Inhale. Hold.
"Harry?" James asks slowly, barely daring to believe.
"I can see you," Harry rasps, and James exhales so quickly and forcefully that it hurts.
This whole part right here hurt. It feels like so much is gained this loss of lonliness, if you can call it that. I loved it.
I usually don't leave fanfiction like this, but this was simply put amazing. Breath-taking at parts and surprisingly warm at others.
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I love James, he's my favorite Maurader and I love the Trio and the idea of this fic is so beautiful. Rarely do I read fic and have it affect me so much, but there was something to feel here. An emotion to...there's a word for it I know there is, but I can't think of it now. It's almost as if we get to see what James sees and feel the way James feels about it, but there's still that distance. That 'not actually there' and 'can't actually feel' it type distance.
Harry sobers up and presses two fingertips to the mirror. For some reason, James's heart swells and he reaches his own fingers out, touching this Harry's fingers, separated only by glass and time.
"Sirius," Harry whispers, eyes green and wide and old, and James suddenly knows.
"I've missed so much," James says to no one because no one can hear him.
I feel it here especially. There's a sense of can't be seen heard or even felt, but giving that back anyway. Offering that devotion.
God, but Harry is too young to fight, to face Voldemort. If he were to die, James doesn't know what he'd do. It's too young; Harry has his whole life in front of him.
He'd been too young, too.
My favorite part being the whole "He'd been too young, too." I like seeing that touched upon in fics. There was something so sad and almost resigned about the thought. As if the "whole life" you have waiting for you can stop mattering in the face of something unyielding and powerful and eventful so to speak.
They're back and James can't take up the mirror fast enough. His breath fogs up the glass's surface, anxiety and excitement flooding through him. Harry. Where is Harry?
This right here, broke me. As I said before, there's something so gut-wrenching about wanting to be there so everything is more real and not being able to.
"Harry," James says, aching everywhere. Aching everywhere for Harry and for himself.
Harry looks up. A long time ago, James might have thought that Harry was looking at him, but James knows better. No one can see him. No one can hear him.
"D-dad?" Harry croaks, and James's heart stops mid-beat.
Inhale. Hold.
"Harry?" James asks slowly, barely daring to believe.
"I can see you," Harry rasps, and James exhales so quickly and forcefully that it hurts.
This whole part right here hurt. It feels like so much is gained this loss of lonliness, if you can call it that. I loved it.
I usually don't leave fanfiction like this, but this was simply put amazing. Breath-taking at parts and surprisingly warm at others.