Ficlet for Taradiane
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taradiane.
Sweetie, long may you continue to gift us with stunning pics of Dan et al. Written in response to this post:
Author: Me!
Title: And So It Ends, As All Things Must (Ha! The title's almost as long as the bloody ficlet)
Pairing You need ask?
Rating PG-13
Word count: 600ish
Harry picked his way carefully across the scorched earth, nudging the smouldering debris of what he would always think of as The Great Battle aside with his foot. Long, finger-like shadows, cast by the setting sun dipping behind the bare trees, inched their way along the ground towards him, shrouding his surroundings in an eerie twilight. Acrid smoke drifted on a gentle evening breeze over to where his friends stood in the distance, carrying with it the empty hopes and dreams of several generations lost to the fanatical rhetoric of pure blood supremacy.
Despite the fires that had burned all day, many belongings - each with their own history to tell - lay strewn around him, and weighed heavily on his mind. As much as Harry had wanted everything to be gathered up and disposed of before retiring for the night, he could see through the red haze, the fog of war Hermione had called it earlier in the day, that everyone looked as exhausted as he felt. The final clearance could wait until tomorrow.
“Hey.” Warm breath tickled Harry’s ear and Draco’s fingers squeezed his arm in reassurance. “You’ve done the right thing. Stop fretting about it.”
“You think so?” Harry raised his head and searched Draco’s face for conformation.
Draco nodded. “Yes. I do,” he replied, and smiled. Harry looked around him briefly and gave a heart felt sigh.
“But so much has been lost. Things that…”
“Hush.” Draco placed a finger on Harry’s mouth, before he could protest any further, and then replaced it with a chaste kiss. “None of it matters now. Time to take off the shackles of tradition and start afresh.” Harry knew he was gaping at Draco, but try as he might, he just couldn’t get control over his mouth; his brain was still trying to process what he’d heard.
Draco frowned. “What?”
Harry shook his head and grinned. “You. I never thought I would hear such sentiments coming from you.”
Draco shrugged. “It needed doing, and you didn’t act in your usual impulsive Gryffindor manner…”
“Hey!” Harry slapped Draco’s arm good naturedly.
“It’s true. For once you carefully thought it through, with a little help of course.” Draco smirked, “Before putting your plans into action.”
Looking down once more at the glow of the dying embers, Harry sighed once more to himself and wiped the soot from his glasses, before putting them back on. “It really was a battle wasn’t it? At one point I thought we were going to lose and have to abandon this place.”
“Magic, when it’s been around for a long time, infuses everything and can be difficult to eradicate. But it’s over now. Come on.” Draco gripped Harry’s hand. “It’s getting dark and everyone’s waiting for us.”
Turning away from the fires, Harry checked his inside jacket pocket with his free hand for the small device that contained a powerful magic of its own. Lifting it out, a slow smile spread across his face when he ran his thumb slowly back and forth over the warm, pristine surface. Looking at the four letters in bold capitals at the top of the card that would help him complete the much needed transformation, he read aloud "IKEA," and grinned broadly at Draco. Popping the card back into his jacket pocket, he let Draco lead him by the hand toward the now empty house.
A murder of crows flew over head, their raucous cries carried away in the wind toward the night sky, and Harry swore he could hear Walburga Black’s shrieks of disapproval float heavenward along with the remains of the contents of 12 Grimmauld Place.
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taradiane. Sweetie, long may you continue to gift us with stunning pics of Dan et al. Written in response to this post:
Author: Me!
Title: And So It Ends, As All Things Must (Ha! The title's almost as long as the bloody ficlet)
Pairing You need ask?
Rating PG-13
Word count: 600ish
Harry picked his way carefully across the scorched earth, nudging the smouldering debris of what he would always think of as The Great Battle aside with his foot. Long, finger-like shadows, cast by the setting sun dipping behind the bare trees, inched their way along the ground towards him, shrouding his surroundings in an eerie twilight. Acrid smoke drifted on a gentle evening breeze over to where his friends stood in the distance, carrying with it the empty hopes and dreams of several generations lost to the fanatical rhetoric of pure blood supremacy.
Despite the fires that had burned all day, many belongings - each with their own history to tell - lay strewn around him, and weighed heavily on his mind. As much as Harry had wanted everything to be gathered up and disposed of before retiring for the night, he could see through the red haze, the fog of war Hermione had called it earlier in the day, that everyone looked as exhausted as he felt. The final clearance could wait until tomorrow.
“Hey.” Warm breath tickled Harry’s ear and Draco’s fingers squeezed his arm in reassurance. “You’ve done the right thing. Stop fretting about it.”
“You think so?” Harry raised his head and searched Draco’s face for conformation.
Draco nodded. “Yes. I do,” he replied, and smiled. Harry looked around him briefly and gave a heart felt sigh.
“But so much has been lost. Things that…”
“Hush.” Draco placed a finger on Harry’s mouth, before he could protest any further, and then replaced it with a chaste kiss. “None of it matters now. Time to take off the shackles of tradition and start afresh.” Harry knew he was gaping at Draco, but try as he might, he just couldn’t get control over his mouth; his brain was still trying to process what he’d heard.
Draco frowned. “What?”
Harry shook his head and grinned. “You. I never thought I would hear such sentiments coming from you.”
Draco shrugged. “It needed doing, and you didn’t act in your usual impulsive Gryffindor manner…”
“Hey!” Harry slapped Draco’s arm good naturedly.
“It’s true. For once you carefully thought it through, with a little help of course.” Draco smirked, “Before putting your plans into action.”
Looking down once more at the glow of the dying embers, Harry sighed once more to himself and wiped the soot from his glasses, before putting them back on. “It really was a battle wasn’t it? At one point I thought we were going to lose and have to abandon this place.”
“Magic, when it’s been around for a long time, infuses everything and can be difficult to eradicate. But it’s over now. Come on.” Draco gripped Harry’s hand. “It’s getting dark and everyone’s waiting for us.”
Turning away from the fires, Harry checked his inside jacket pocket with his free hand for the small device that contained a powerful magic of its own. Lifting it out, a slow smile spread across his face when he ran his thumb slowly back and forth over the warm, pristine surface. Looking at the four letters in bold capitals at the top of the card that would help him complete the much needed transformation, he read aloud "IKEA," and grinned broadly at Draco. Popping the card back into his jacket pocket, he let Draco lead him by the hand toward the now empty house.
A murder of crows flew over head, their raucous cries carried away in the wind toward the night sky, and Harry swore he could hear Walburga Black’s shrieks of disapproval float heavenward along with the remains of the contents of 12 Grimmauld Place.
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Date: 2007-06-03 04:43 am (UTC)ps Dan chose to wear the pearl earrings today to match his cardigan.