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Imagine him seeing Percy asleep with a book on his lap, and being baffled that a kid might feel comfortable enough in his own home to be so vulnerable in the living room. 

Imagine Molly coming up to the attic to say goodnight to Ron and Harry, and Harry glancing at Ron when he hears her footsteps, trying to figure out what they had done wrong that day.

Imagine him asking George who does all the house chores, and thinking it’s a joke when George answers, “we all do.” 

Imagine Ginny pestering Arthur with questions over the Daily Prophet, and Harry trying to shoot her warning looks to stop it! but then Mr. Weasley looks up and patiently answers every single one. 

Imagine Bill popping in for a visit one evening and Harry being floored when Bill stops to chat with him. 

Imagine Fred chasing after Harry in the yard, playfighting, but Harry actually begins to run for real fear of being hurt. 

Imagine Molly burning something on the stove my accident and tossing it, imagine Harry mentioning to Ron, offhandedly, “she could’ve given that one to me, it’s what I eat at home when I mess up dinner” and not knowing why Ron is horrified.

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It’s hard to be kind, you know. You give the most, but so many people turn against you because you don’t give even more.

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“Hey, are you there?” I whispered. It was so white that it could no longer be described as white. It was pink, green, black, yellow, it was everything but white.

“No,” he whispered back.

“What do you think happened?” I asked, holding him even tighter than before.

“Don’t you know?” he said. “We’re dead. This is how death feels like. Your last moment, glitching forever.”

I parted my lips to reply, but all I could do was breathe.

“Should we get out of the car?” he asked.

“Why?” I asked back.

“Because…” he began, but his voice trailed off. I could sense his mouth closing. He fell silent.

Closing my eyes had no effect on the light. There came a point when I couldn’t even tell if my eyes were open or not. It didn’t seem to matter at all. I pulled my hand away from his back and touched my eye. Yes, my eyelid was down. My eyes were closed.

“Hey,” I said, “Tell me. Are your eyes closed? Would you be able to see me, if you could?”

“I see you now,” he said. “Just not with my eyes.”

I groaned. It wasn’t the first time he’d said something like that, although these were new circumstances. Pulling away, I felt for the door handle and opened the door.

Yes, there was still a concrete floor below me. That was reassuring. We weren’t floating in a void after all. And I was definitely holding the car door. And he was sitting inside. I could slam the door, but what if his fingers were caught in the middle?

“Are we blind now?” I asked. “For good, I mean?”

I heard the other car door open, boots crunching, and then the door slamming shut.

“You know what real blindness is?” he asked, and I pre-emptively groaned. “Real blindness is when you can’t remember your lover’s face. Or your parents’ faces, or your pets’ faces. That’s a blindness of the soul. You can’t fix that.”

“What about this, this right now? This just white field of nothingness? You see it too, don’t you?”

“Who says it’s nothing?” he said back. I felt him take my hands up in his, lift them high to touch his cheeks. “It’s everything, don’t you think? That’s why it’s white. White is when every colour comes together.”

“Isn’t that the same as no colour, though?” I asked.

His body pressed against mine, and I felt his jaw on my shoulder, his hair against mine. “It was good, wasn’t it?” I asked. “While it lasted.”

The white began to fade. Slowly, faintly, colour began to seep in.

“Yeah,” he said after a while. “It was good.”

I began distinguishing the blue of the sky, and the grey of the parking lot, the faded red of the car. I began distinguishing my blinks.

“Goodbye,” I said to him.

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