InsaneJournal

"Murph," he breathes and I'm left wondering what he saw. I don't let him see how shaken I am - don't let him see how much what I saw in him scares me.

He's all passion and anger - I knew that already. But in the glimpse...I saw the true depths to which he would do empowered by those emotions. And that road frightens me.

So I frown and say, "You have something to say, Harry? Say it now, to my face, or don't."

He stares for a moment longer then breathes, "I don't deserve you."

And for all of that passion and anger, he's nothing more than a man too often abandoned by those he loves. Even for my fear...I won't abandon him.

Slowly I move to hug him and look him right in the eyes as I declare, "You've got me anyway."