Seeing Me (G) for eatingthepeach
Title: Seeing Me
Author:
Pairing: Draco/Asteria
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary: She looks, and she truly sees.
Notes: To eatingthepeach, hope you enjoy the fic! (:
“The war is over! Let us celebrate!”
Whoops of joy envelop the Hogwarts grounds. People are cheering. The Dark Lord is finally no more.
My family and I remain in a corner, unsure of what to do, how to react. We’re a stain in this place, out of place and unwanted. Yes, my mother has bought us some forgiveness, risking her life by lying to the Dark Lord, but it may not be enough. The wizarding society is not a nice one. And they will not easily forget our part in this war, despite what we have gone through as well, after falling from grace. So we hide away to await our fate.
That thought makes me shiver, as if it’s the dead of winter, with only a thin robe for cover. For a second-a foolish second-after the vanquishing of the Dark Lord, I sensed a fleeting respite, but now, in this place, it is gone. Is this how I’m meant to live the rest of my life?
I see Potter, in the mist of all the Weasleys, together with Granger and the other ‘selfless’ Gryffindors. They’ll never understand, won’t they? I don’t expect them to; it’d be giving them too much credit. Look at them, they all will get their peachy happy ending. Unlike us. I do hope that Potter will have the decency to let my mother go free.
A large bonfire has been started in the courtyard, I see. The orange and yellow hues dancing and the joyful people mimic its actions. I can’t share their joy; the fire is too far away.
My eyes glaze over the exuberant crowds, and then, I spot her.
She’s looking straight at me, unabashedly, non-judgemental.
She wears a crown of golden curls and has clear blue eyes. She shouldn’t be bothered with a person like me. I’m like a common criminal, most probably, and most wizards would not deign to give me a second glance.
Yet she still stares, with that inquisitive look, as if she sees all my innermost thoughts. Her gaze burns deep in me, hotter than the fire in the courtyard. But she wouldn’t understand; she’s too young, too innocent, she is but a girl of fifteen that Asteria Greengrass.
I don’t know much about her, just that she’s two years younger. She has a penchant for Transfiguration as well, according to Daphne. How that surfaces in my mind, I don’t know. At this time, anything that serves as a distraction from the impending future is welcome. I grasp it greedily, and more rises.
She’s from an old pure-blooded family, much like ours. Very respectable. Her family doesn’t openly support blood purity, but I’ve seen enough of the Greengrass’ to know that they’re as staunch as we are. Well, we were.
I break our gaze, only because someone like her doesn’t deserve to be tainted by the likes of me. I still feel her stare though, and it deeply unsettles me.
Why? I don’t know.
Finally, I can’t stand it anymore and I look up, sending her my frostiest glare. I can’t take it, being observed by some girl, who seems to be trying to analyse me. She cannot even begin to fathom how I am, the things I’ve done just to survive.
I’ve several attempts to kill Dumbledore behind me, served the evilest wizard ever known because I thought it was glorifying, hidden like a coward from said wizard. I got my friend killed, for Merlin’s sake!
She can’t understand. She mustn’t understand. If not, it’ll just add another scoffer to the list of them. And Merlin! I couldn’t take it if there were any more on that list, especially someone like her.
Why her? I ask myself. What makes her so special?
Perhaps it’s the way she hasn’t backed down from my glare. Or perhaps the way she looks at me and sees, despite me not wanting her to. And the fact that I’m a monster doesn’t keep her away.
Sometimes, I guess, it’s nice to have someone to just see.
She’s being ushered away by some prefects now, no doubt heading for the Hogwarts Express to go home. Never once does she look away.
It’s time for my family to go now. The celebrations have ended, though we were never a part of them in the first place.
There is a sense of finality as I step out through the castle gates. They’ve been my home away from home for seven years after all.
I look back at the school, remembering the times I’ve had. They were mostly good, but there were terrible things as well.
Soon, the castle fades from sight, and I wonder briefly at what is to come in the near future. There will no longer be any protection coming from the Hogwarts nor my parents. I’m eighteen and of age after all. The Ministry is bound to come down hard on me. On my parents.
I don’t know what else is there to do either, but to wait.
--
A flurry of events occur after that night. Our court trials, spot-checks in our manor, the sneers and jeers, but the thought of Asteria remains in my mind’s eye. How she looked at me, and saw.
I never imagined that she would eventually become my wife, and that we would have a baby together.
Little Scorpius, he’s all grown up, well on his way to Hogwarts now, aboard the Hogwarts Express. We’ve shielded him as much as we could. But he’ll be all alone there. but he’s an independent, bright one, and he’ll survive.
Asteria reaches for my hand, and for a moment, she squeezes it. The barest of all public affection shown
As I look at my wife, and she looks back at me, I know she can tell what thoughts are running through my mind, just like all those years back.
Except now, I no longer have to restrain myself from sharing those thoughts with her.
A slight smile flits across my face as the both of us watch the red steam from the Hogwarts Express slowly disappear.
-End
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Author:
Pairing: Draco/Asteria
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary: She looks, and she truly sees.
Notes: To eatingthepeach, hope you enjoy the fic! (:
“The war is over! Let us celebrate!”
Whoops of joy envelop the Hogwarts grounds. People are cheering. The Dark Lord is finally no more.
My family and I remain in a corner, unsure of what to do, how to react. We’re a stain in this place, out of place and unwanted. Yes, my mother has bought us some forgiveness, risking her life by lying to the Dark Lord, but it may not be enough. The wizarding society is not a nice one. And they will not easily forget our part in this war, despite what we have gone through as well, after falling from grace. So we hide away to await our fate.
That thought makes me shiver, as if it’s the dead of winter, with only a thin robe for cover. For a second-a foolish second-after the vanquishing of the Dark Lord, I sensed a fleeting respite, but now, in this place, it is gone. Is this how I’m meant to live the rest of my life?
I see Potter, in the mist of all the Weasleys, together with Granger and the other ‘selfless’ Gryffindors. They’ll never understand, won’t they? I don’t expect them to; it’d be giving them too much credit. Look at them, they all will get their peachy happy ending. Unlike us. I do hope that Potter will have the decency to let my mother go free.
A large bonfire has been started in the courtyard, I see. The orange and yellow hues dancing and the joyful people mimic its actions. I can’t share their joy; the fire is too far away.
My eyes glaze over the exuberant crowds, and then, I spot her.
She’s looking straight at me, unabashedly, non-judgemental.
She wears a crown of golden curls and has clear blue eyes. She shouldn’t be bothered with a person like me. I’m like a common criminal, most probably, and most wizards would not deign to give me a second glance.
Yet she still stares, with that inquisitive look, as if she sees all my innermost thoughts. Her gaze burns deep in me, hotter than the fire in the courtyard. But she wouldn’t understand; she’s too young, too innocent, she is but a girl of fifteen that Asteria Greengrass.
I don’t know much about her, just that she’s two years younger. She has a penchant for Transfiguration as well, according to Daphne. How that surfaces in my mind, I don’t know. At this time, anything that serves as a distraction from the impending future is welcome. I grasp it greedily, and more rises.
She’s from an old pure-blooded family, much like ours. Very respectable. Her family doesn’t openly support blood purity, but I’ve seen enough of the Greengrass’ to know that they’re as staunch as we are. Well, we were.
I break our gaze, only because someone like her doesn’t deserve to be tainted by the likes of me. I still feel her stare though, and it deeply unsettles me.
Why? I don’t know.
Finally, I can’t stand it anymore and I look up, sending her my frostiest glare. I can’t take it, being observed by some girl, who seems to be trying to analyse me. She cannot even begin to fathom how I am, the things I’ve done just to survive.
I’ve several attempts to kill Dumbledore behind me, served the evilest wizard ever known because I thought it was glorifying, hidden like a coward from said wizard. I got my friend killed, for Merlin’s sake!
She can’t understand. She mustn’t understand. If not, it’ll just add another scoffer to the list of them. And Merlin! I couldn’t take it if there were any more on that list, especially someone like her.
Why her? I ask myself. What makes her so special?
Perhaps it’s the way she hasn’t backed down from my glare. Or perhaps the way she looks at me and sees, despite me not wanting her to. And the fact that I’m a monster doesn’t keep her away.
Sometimes, I guess, it’s nice to have someone to just see.
She’s being ushered away by some prefects now, no doubt heading for the Hogwarts Express to go home. Never once does she look away.
It’s time for my family to go now. The celebrations have ended, though we were never a part of them in the first place.
There is a sense of finality as I step out through the castle gates. They’ve been my home away from home for seven years after all.
I look back at the school, remembering the times I’ve had. They were mostly good, but there were terrible things as well.
Soon, the castle fades from sight, and I wonder briefly at what is to come in the near future. There will no longer be any protection coming from the Hogwarts nor my parents. I’m eighteen and of age after all. The Ministry is bound to come down hard on me. On my parents.
I don’t know what else is there to do either, but to wait.
--
A flurry of events occur after that night. Our court trials, spot-checks in our manor, the sneers and jeers, but the thought of Asteria remains in my mind’s eye. How she looked at me, and saw.
I never imagined that she would eventually become my wife, and that we would have a baby together.
Little Scorpius, he’s all grown up, well on his way to Hogwarts now, aboard the Hogwarts Express. We’ve shielded him as much as we could. But he’ll be all alone there. but he’s an independent, bright one, and he’ll survive.
Asteria reaches for my hand, and for a moment, she squeezes it. The barest of all public affection shown
As I look at my wife, and she looks back at me, I know she can tell what thoughts are running through my mind, just like all those years back.
Except now, I no longer have to restrain myself from sharing those thoughts with her.
A slight smile flits across my face as the both of us watch the red steam from the Hogwarts Express slowly disappear.
-End
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