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crack_van2007-09-01 07:27 pm
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Entry tags:
Ouroboros, by tkp (PG)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: none; Harry gen
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tkp
Author Website: Tagged fic on LJ
Why this must be read: Time marches on, despite everything, or perhaps because of it, and history goes full circle.
You walk through King’s Cross to see Albus off to Hogwarts for the first time, and your head is crowded with paternal thoughts of loss. You can’t believe you’re here again, how it seems the time has flown. Then through a puff of steam you hazily see your son, and think how he could be you.
Then you wonder how long boys with the same unruly black hair, with the same pale faces, same glasses and same smiles, everything the same, have been boarding this train. Maybe your father looked like his own father, who looked like his own father, and back and back and back. The pattern is comfortably worn, and there is a sense of right to it.
Pairing: none; Harry gen
Author on LJ:
tkpAuthor Website: Tagged fic on LJ
Why this must be read: Time marches on, despite everything, or perhaps because of it, and history goes full circle.
You walk through King’s Cross to see Albus off to Hogwarts for the first time, and your head is crowded with paternal thoughts of loss. You can’t believe you’re here again, how it seems the time has flown. Then through a puff of steam you hazily see your son, and think how he could be you.
Then you wonder how long boys with the same unruly black hair, with the same pale faces, same glasses and same smiles, everything the same, have been boarding this train. Maybe your father looked like his own father, who looked like his own father, and back and back and back. The pattern is comfortably worn, and there is a sense of right to it.
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