(fanfic)
Harry is lost in the middle of the ocean on a small boat.
The whirlwind is strong and the ocean is stormy in the night. Harry is sitting cross legged on his boat and he has his eyes closed.
The boat is anchored in place due to all the circumstances that surrounds Harry which he has no control over.
Few of these circumstances are money, his lack of being able to speak fluently and coherently when faced with adversities, his slow responses, reactions and understanding, how others think and speak, not having anyone to speak to when he needs it.
There are tears flowing down his cheeks. He wants the whirlwind to stop because he doesn’t identify with it and he always means well and does everything with love and care.
The ocean speaks to him in a gentle yet strong voice.
“Harry, you’ve come so far. Get up Harry! You are made for greater things that humans fail to understand, that’s the reason they keep hurting you. You continue showing love when you are hurt, that’s your superpower, Harry.”
Harry still has his eyes closed. He is still crying. He says, “But I’m just a muggle and I get angry too, how much do I hold on and not react?”
The voice, ” Reaction is okay Harry, just don’t let it consume you. My waves gets strong too, when there is a storm, but after it passes. It’s divine again.”
“Let the storm pass Harry. Just hold on.”
There is a light far away which keeps coming closer and closer and the ocean starts to sing. It’s Moana in her boat.
She stops in front of Harry’s boat. The whirlwind calms down and now there is a cool breeze around Harry. Harry relaxes and sighs and opens his eyes.
Moana is smiling and she says, “Just know who you are and stand your ground to what you believe in Harry. You’ll get there. Don’t rush it.”
Harry, “Moana, I absolutely adore your hair. I always wanted to say that”
Moana, “Thank you, I try. I have something for you.”
She extends her hand and opens her fist and there is a tiny white seashell.
It starts to rain and Harry faces the sky with his eyes closed.
A cracker bursts loudly and Harry opens his eyes.
Harry is in his room and there are crackers bursting outside his room.
He is sitting cross legged on his bed. There is a tiny white seashell next to him. He picks it up and keeps it on top of his bookshelf. He wears his jacket and takes his earphones.
Harry thinks to himself things are so much better now. He plays songs from the movie Moana and goes for a walk.
It’s bright and beautiful outside.
❤
rachana rajan <3 