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He cursed his tears. Cursed the quite and poorly suppressed sob that escaped his throat as she hugged him. He tried to bury it for all it was worth, but the memory he had been trying to forget, the wound he had tried to burn shut, was open and it stung like nothing he had ever felt before. And that wasn't even the end of the story.
He didn't move from his frozen state as Arya pulled him close, didn't blink as a tear rolled down his cheek. "She...had three more strokes over the summer...She'd be fine and then she would have one. Each one...would take her longer to recover. She...she has to use a cane sometimes to walk and has trouble with some words, with her memory. Sometimes, she just spaces out and falls dead quiet, and I'm afraid that it's all happening over again."
Another tear clung to his skin as he inhaled a shaky breath. "I...would stand outside their bedroom door, and I would hear my father crying. He never cries. My mother said, he only cried for joy when I was born. And now...this."
"My mom is thirty-seven, Arya, thirty-seven and dying. Thirty-seven and the closest being to an angel I have ever met. And this is happening to her." Slowly, he resigned to wrapping his arms around the Hufflepuff, gripping lightly at the back of her shirt as pain shot through him once again, agonized anger in his voice. "She gives everything, and she takes nothing for herself. This shouldn't be happening to her. Why am I a bloody wizard if I can do nothing? Why the hell are there wizards if they do nothing!?"
She didn't pay much mind to him pulling on her shirt, she was just happy that he had returned to hug. She found herself needing just as much as he need. Three strokes. She had three strokes in one summer. And he had sat out and listened to his father cry.
"You shouldn't have done that......shouldn't torture yourself like that." No one she have to listen to their parents crying.
No on should have to watch there mother die either. It wasn't fair that her friend had to go through all of this. But....he wasn't alone. He had her and all his other friends, those he had told at least.
"Just because your a wizard, doesn't mean your a super hero and can solve every problem. We can't do everything Sabel." If anything, being a wizard maybe a person's life more difficult with the whole living in hiding and bigger problems. It was even harder if they went to Hogwarts. She had only had her powers for a few years and already her troubles got worse.
"...You've got me you know. You don't have to go through this alone." He didn't. She hugged him tighter.