New fic
Character Death
HP/SS
Harry dipped his head to rest his chin between the other man’s bowed shoulders and inhaled deeply, fingers tangling themselves into the thick dark hair. The room smelled like smoke and dirt and blood, and, if he concentrated hard enough, just a little like Severus.
“I wish we could have seen the end together.”
“Don’t be silly, Potter. That was never going to happen.”
“No, it wasn’t.” Harry’s voice was a little wistful. “I would have liked it, though. Seeing it all end with you, I mean. It would have been… appropriate.”
“You’ve gotten morbid in your old age.”
“Perhaps.” Harry shrugged. “I have the right, by now.” He sighed. “Do you think Dumbledore ever knew what he had done?”
“I think so. He was a great man.”
“Yes, he was.” Harry sighed again, and patted the dark head fondly. “I will keep my promise, you know.”
“Gryffindors.”
Harry raised the limp head then, and pressed a gentle kiss on the cool pale lips. Severus watched him impassively.
“You were always far too sentimental.”
Harry smiled with good natured acceptance, well accustomed to the man’s sharp tongue, and caressed the battered body cradled in his lap with gentle hands.
“Will I see you soon?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then goodbye, professor.”
“Goodbye, Harry.”
“You said my name.” Harry grinned, the young brat he had known peaking briefly out from behind eyes flatted by war. His hands were already outstretched in front of him, and Severus could see faint gold lines tracing his skin.
“Don’t get used to it.”
Harry shook his head, and gave a dramatic flourish with one arm, showering the room with gold flakes, the other snaking around to the man in his arms. His skin pulsed with power now, and as Severus watched it reached out to grasp the rough wood floors and lick the ancient walls.
The flames consumed the corpses scattering the floor first. One by one, the bodies of the great armies of the Light and Dark fed the greatest funeral pyre the wizarding or muggle world had ever seen as Hogwarts caught flame.
Harry glanced up one last time, face blackened by fire and ash. His cool green eyes were the only sign of life left in the hall.
“Rather beats that Order of Merlin they kept denying you, doesn’t it?”
Severus stared at his own long dead corpse cradled so carefully in his lover’s arms, and the entourage it would have as it fell to ashes dust. It would take some time for the world to forget him.
He smiled then, a tiny, almost imperceptible twisting of his lips.
“Yes, it rather does.”
And then the ceiling collapsed, and the hero of the wizarding world was buried under the burning rubble of his former home and school.
Long after its hero’s death, the single translucent shadow observed as the heart of magical England turned to ashes.
“He should have gone to the stage.”
And then it was gone.
HP/SS
Harry dipped his head to rest his chin between the other man’s bowed shoulders and inhaled deeply, fingers tangling themselves into the thick dark hair. The room smelled like smoke and dirt and blood, and, if he concentrated hard enough, just a little like Severus.
“I wish we could have seen the end together.”
“Don’t be silly, Potter. That was never going to happen.”
“No, it wasn’t.” Harry’s voice was a little wistful. “I would have liked it, though. Seeing it all end with you, I mean. It would have been… appropriate.”
“You’ve gotten morbid in your old age.”
“Perhaps.” Harry shrugged. “I have the right, by now.” He sighed. “Do you think Dumbledore ever knew what he had done?”
“I think so. He was a great man.”
“Yes, he was.” Harry sighed again, and patted the dark head fondly. “I will keep my promise, you know.”
“Gryffindors.”
Harry raised the limp head then, and pressed a gentle kiss on the cool pale lips. Severus watched him impassively.
“You were always far too sentimental.”
Harry smiled with good natured acceptance, well accustomed to the man’s sharp tongue, and caressed the battered body cradled in his lap with gentle hands.
“Will I see you soon?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then goodbye, professor.”
“Goodbye, Harry.”
“You said my name.” Harry grinned, the young brat he had known peaking briefly out from behind eyes flatted by war. His hands were already outstretched in front of him, and Severus could see faint gold lines tracing his skin.
“Don’t get used to it.”
Harry shook his head, and gave a dramatic flourish with one arm, showering the room with gold flakes, the other snaking around to the man in his arms. His skin pulsed with power now, and as Severus watched it reached out to grasp the rough wood floors and lick the ancient walls.
The flames consumed the corpses scattering the floor first. One by one, the bodies of the great armies of the Light and Dark fed the greatest funeral pyre the wizarding or muggle world had ever seen as Hogwarts caught flame.
Harry glanced up one last time, face blackened by fire and ash. His cool green eyes were the only sign of life left in the hall.
“Rather beats that Order of Merlin they kept denying you, doesn’t it?”
Severus stared at his own long dead corpse cradled so carefully in his lover’s arms, and the entourage it would have as it fell to ashes dust. It would take some time for the world to forget him.
He smiled then, a tiny, almost imperceptible twisting of his lips.
“Yes, it rather does.”
And then the ceiling collapsed, and the hero of the wizarding world was buried under the burning rubble of his former home and school.
Long after its hero’s death, the single translucent shadow observed as the heart of magical England turned to ashes.
“He should have gone to the stage.”
And then it was gone.