Title: It Is Not The End
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Written for snarry100 prompt 113: the five senses – seeing.
Disclamer: Don't own the characters. No profit is being made from this story.
A/N: At weekend I can be nostalgic and then my writing is… sad.
Summary: After the final battle Harry is lying in the hospital wing. But he is not alone there…
I am blind as a mole. The last battle took its tax. But I don´t care. You are with me. I can feel you even without sight. When you touch me, the tips of your fingers gently brush my scarred skin. In sleep you are caressing my too short hair.
I know it. I dream. But I would never tell anyone. You would be upset and that would upset me.
So stay close. Because until I could feel your presence I didn´t feel alive.
And one day, when I am be completely cured, I will be yours.