"The light is so bright" he'd say "white hot enough to burn, hot enough to damage and warp those in its wake, with little thought or care to its impact as long as it's light grows."

He'd always pause there to stroke my face gazing lovingly at my mangled skin, brushing the edges of the scar gently with his finger tips.

"We know how to adapt though don't we, my little shadow" he'd say grinning conspiratorially "we know how to change the game and welcome back the healing dark and you little shadow will be the catalyst, you shall change the world with one small act. Doesn't that sound fun"

The plan is my reason for living now, that and him of course. He is my guiding star and I'm thankful that he sees me as special. think I'd slowly die to be considered mundane enough to be part of the ranks with the rest of them.

But no I'm above them, even if most don't know I exist, nobody matters but him anyway. I can tell he thinks of me different, not only by the way he treats me but by how his marks are on my skull. No one else gets the privilege, I've never seen the biggest as it's hidden under my hair so it could be the same as the rest but I like to imagine it's different, imagine it's unique and personal that I alone get that honour.

Even if it is the same though he's never moved it's placement for another so it's still special, I'M still special.

I doubt I'll ever be more than his shadow though even though I'd be amenable to trying. I'm his fixer, problem solver, deep cover spy and assassin I don't need to be more as long as he always needs me.

The catalyst is tomorrow, come midnight I'll be back home with him celebrating the death of the bastard that hurt us. I'm so excited I'm just staring at my canopy.

He isn't asleep either despite the time his mark on my scalp tingles and radiates warmth in his anxious excitement. Lying there enjoying feeling so connected it's wonderful. I run my fingers over the mark getting a throb in response, he slowly lulls me to sleep with the sensation just like he used to when I was little.

I awake to a commotion as per usual groaning as my pleasant dream warped memory slips back away from me.

Suddenly my curtains are yanked back "oh good you're up I can't find my tie anywhere" my 'best friend' says in a panic. "Have you tried your dresser it was probably cleaned from the gravy last night" I reply wearily.

Just one more day

"Thanks Harry"

Notes

I have no idea how long this will be though it feels fairly short. I'm hoping getting back into the swing of writing will help me continue my other stories now my energy is a little better updating will be whenever I can thanks to my Myalgic Encephalomyelitis (M.E.) as always. I hope you like it and bare with me was I take my time. And if I don't update before the 25th happy Christmas or holidays :) kitty