𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞. rly soon post azzy breakout etc etc. ／ 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. order hq.
THIS WAS ANOTHER OF THOSE DREAMS. He’d had flashes of them, images of Lily staring down at him, brows knit in concern; of Sirius saying he’d be back soon, unease clear in his voice; of the practiced concern on Mary’s face as she held another draught to his lips. They’d felt real, but then so had everything else in the time that had passed since his capture. So had the figures of friend’s writhing in pain, of his mum’s voice calling out to him until he felt he could stomach no more, of Lily’s eyes lifeless and empty and so very much like Harry’s. These dreams were sweeter. These were the dreams he wanted to stay in, the ones that wrapped him in the comfort that came with knowing his loved ones were alive and safe.
He murmurs something in response to the cool touch of a hand against his forehead, the sensation causing him to stir. “ Lils, ” without thinking he reaches out to stop her from pulling away, lids still closed against the light. He remembers the impossibly loud crash of stone that gave way to salt air, blinding light. He was not dreaming anymore, he reminds himself for the thousandth time, these were not tricks. The stone walls of Azkaban are once again at a reasonable distance, the oppressive weight completely lifted from his bones. “ Lily, come here. ” He wants to comfort her, makes room on the bed beside him. This peace seems almost a heavier burden, if only because he knows how fragile it can be. When she’s settled beside him on the bed he speaks again, words more a thank you than a question. “ You’ve been here the whole time? ”
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