fanfiction | harry potter : repercussions - 1. empty shell
title: repercussions
snippet: empty shell
genre: angst ;; comfort
character(s): harry ;; hermione
word Count: 260
rating: G
notes: First snippet of a series of snippets under 'repurcussions', about how the characters dealt with the aftermath of the war.
She finds him sitting outside the Muggle coffee shop, sipping from a steaming mug and silently watching the traffic pass by. His eyes are sunken in, a dull green with the life drained out of them. He’s weary and tired, she knows, and that’s the reason why he’s here, sitting outside the Muggle coffee shop. She sighs and closes the distance between them.
‘Hey,’ she whispers, the corners of her lips curving into a sympathetic smile. He turns to look at her, his eyes remaining dull and unsurprised at her presence.
‘Hey,’ his reply is hollow, and there’s nothing she can do to relieve the detachment in his voice.
They sit in companionable silence, her small hand over his pale one. The sky grows ever darker, temperature dropping a few degrees.
‘Come on, Harry. We have to go home now,’ she whispers, pulling lightly on his hand as she stands up, wrapping her scarf around her neck to ward off the October breeze. He complies, allowing himself to be pulled down the street towards his London flat.
It’s dark and empty, as always. The light flickers on, a bright harsh white illuminating the bareness of the single room. She allows him to stumble to the threadbare sofa, his eyes closing over his dull dull eyes. Her smile saddens, as she turns off the light and leaves the apartment, silently locking the door behind her.
There’s nothing anyone can do to help him now. Not her, not Ron, not Mrs Weasley.
He’s beyond help now. The empty shell that’s left behind.
snippet: empty shell
genre: angst ;; comfort
character(s): harry ;; hermione
word Count: 260
rating: G
notes: First snippet of a series of snippets under 'repurcussions', about how the characters dealt with the aftermath of the war.
She finds him sitting outside the Muggle coffee shop, sipping from a steaming mug and silently watching the traffic pass by. His eyes are sunken in, a dull green with the life drained out of them. He’s weary and tired, she knows, and that’s the reason why he’s here, sitting outside the Muggle coffee shop. She sighs and closes the distance between them.
‘Hey,’ she whispers, the corners of her lips curving into a sympathetic smile. He turns to look at her, his eyes remaining dull and unsurprised at her presence.
‘Hey,’ his reply is hollow, and there’s nothing she can do to relieve the detachment in his voice.
They sit in companionable silence, her small hand over his pale one. The sky grows ever darker, temperature dropping a few degrees.
‘Come on, Harry. We have to go home now,’ she whispers, pulling lightly on his hand as she stands up, wrapping her scarf around her neck to ward off the October breeze. He complies, allowing himself to be pulled down the street towards his London flat.
It’s dark and empty, as always. The light flickers on, a bright harsh white illuminating the bareness of the single room. She allows him to stumble to the threadbare sofa, his eyes closing over his dull dull eyes. Her smile saddens, as she turns off the light and leaves the apartment, silently locking the door behind her.
There’s nothing anyone can do to help him now. Not her, not Ron, not Mrs Weasley.
He’s beyond help now. The empty shell that’s left behind.