If You Let Me In [H.S]

Chapter twenty-two

The Civil Wars- Dust to Dust

-Harry-

I knelt down in front of the large gravestone. Peter's name is engraved on the smooth piece of stone. I lay an arrangement of flowers on the ground

"I miss you, Peter" I say as the wind whirled around me "Things are going really well with Skyler. You'd be proud of me" I look down at my hands "I. . .I wish you were here"

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Stepping out onto my porch, I dangle a watering can over my plants, allowing the cool water to drizzle over the flowers.

"Hey mister" A high- pitched voice sounded

I turn around to see who was speaking to me

"Well hello there, Brady" I smile at the small boy

"Oh you remember me?" his eyes lit up

"Why of course I remember you" I tell him, setting down my watering can "I never forget the people I buy ice cream for"

"Are you feeding your flowers?" He asks, now taking small steps towards me

"Yes I am" I nod

"My mom won't let me feed our flowers" he says in an annoyed tone "She says I use way too much water. So I guess they get too fat and die" he rolled his eyes

"Oh really?" I chuckle "Would you like to help me feed my plants?"

"Really? Can I?" He raised his eyebrows as he climbed my porch steps

"Sure" I smile, handing him the watering can "These one's haven't been fed yet" I direct him to the yet-to-be-watered plants

"I can't wait to tell my mom and dad about this!" He exclaimed "You remind me of my daddy" He says as he generously dowsed my plants with water "And that lady you are always with the other day reminds me of my mom"

"Why is that?" I ask, leaning against my porch rail

"You all have brown hair" he replies simply

"Oh I see" I laugh, crossing my ankles

"It's sort of weird that she's always with you and you aren't married" Brady adds "Mom said that you shouldn't be living in the same house together"

"Well you can assure your mother that we are living in separate rooms" I inform the small boy "but she's right. In other circumstances we wouldn't be loving together"

"Why aren't you two boyfriend and girlfriend?" he asks

"Well I-"

"Don't you like her?" he sets the watering can down

Is this boy a shrink, or a child.

"It's sort of complicated" I reply

"Daddy says 'when in doubt, buy her flowers'. It's that simple" he shrugs

I raise my eyebrows as he quotes his father; beginning to think maybe he's just a really short man, instead of a young boy

"Well aren't you a wise one"

"I don't know what that means" he tilts his head

"Wise?"

He nods

"It means-"

"Well I'm bored now. I'm gonna go home. See ya, mister" he sets down the watering can and starts his walk back home "Thank you or letting me feed your plants" He calls back to me before breaking out in half a wobble, half run.