Your Heart's Desire
Title: Your Heart's Desire
Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: R
Warnings: Character death
Genre: One Shot, Angst, Harry Potter Crossover
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior OR Harry Potter
Summary: Heechul finds his heart's desire but can never have it
Author's Note: So recently I read a really amazing Harry Potter crossover called Courtyard Apocalypse and I highly recommend it. I have had this particular story (below) rolling around in my brain for a few months now, and was hesitant to write and post it. But the writer of the above mentioned fic encouraged me to do so, so here it is. I hope you enjoy it, even though it's sad.
Kim Heechul slipped out of the Slytherin common room and quietly made his way up the long, winding stone steps to the front hall. It was dark and silent in the wee hours of the morning. The only sound to be heard was the sputtering of the torches in their brackets and his own light footsteps on the stone floor. He walked silently, his ears pricked for any noise to warn him that someone was approaching. He knew Argus Filch must be asleep by now, but Mrs. Norris never seemed to sleep at all, and her glowing orange eyes would catch him in an instant if she was nearby.
But luckily, Mrs. Norris was not here, and neither was Peeves. Heechul let out a long, slow breath of relief and quietly made his way to the third floor. He gracefully stepped over the trick stair and waited as one of the ever-moving staircases finally decided to stop on the landing that he wanted.
He glanced around, wondering if any of the inhabitants of the thousands of paintings had seen him and would report him to the headmaster, but they were all asleep as well. Three a.m. was not a very active time of night, even for the painted people in their frames. Besides, there had been enough action and drama in the last few years to make everyone in the castle quite glad of peace and quiet.
Heechul walked down the hall to the end and pulled out his wand and pointed it at the large door that stood there. His wand hand trembled slightly. He felt another wave of guilt and shame. He was lying to the head of Slytherin House, Professor Slughorn. He was lying to everyone by sneaking out in the middle of the night. He was ashamed that no matter what he did, he still could not let go. Voldemort was dead. Everything had finally begun to return to normal, but Heechul knew things would never be normal again.
“Alohamora.” He whispered. The lock clicked loudly in the silence of the hallway, and he cringed, glancing around behind him, but the hallway was empty. The door swung open on rusty hinges to reveal an enormous room. Fluffy had been gone for years now, although the room still smelled faintly of wet dog. It had been nearly eight years since the three headed canine had been sent away. What it had been protecting no longer needed protection, and Hagrid had wept enormous tears for the huge, smelly dog when someone had come to take it away. Heechul wrinkled up his nose. He preferred cats to dogs, and was glad he’d never come face to face with Fluffy. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had, and Heechul made a face once more.
“Griffindors.” He grimaced, stepping past the trap door that was closed now. The thing he was seeking had once been down in the rooms below, but no longer. It had been moved so many times that Heechul grew to fear daily that he would come here one night and it would be gone once more.
He walked to the far side and opened the door, exhaling a breath he had not known he was holding. It was still there. He tapped his ebony wand to the torch on the wall and it lit instantly, throwing light and shadows around the small room. Heechul looked at the golden frame, now sparkling beautifully in the light from the torch. Slowly he approached it, his heart slamming in his chest as it always did when he came to stand in front of the Mirror of Erised.
As he stepped closer he could see his own reflection in the flickering light. His wavy hair brushed his shoulders, long and dark brown, over his black robes. The green and silver serpent of Slytherin House reflected in the light, and he could see his own eyes there in the mirror. He looked much younger than he felt. He sighed and took a deep breath, then leaned in towards it. The mirror began to change and shift. Heechul felt the familiar tightening sensation in his chest. Any moment now, and he would see him.
Heechul reached out his fingers, knowing he would only be met with the cold, hard glass. But he pressed his palm to it anyway. Moments later, the image in the mirror began to take shape and coalesce, and then he was there.
“Hankyung.” Heechul whispered, feeling the lump in his throat clog his airway. Hankyung’s hand lay palm to palm with his in the reflection, and he was smiling.
His smile was so perfect, so beautiful. There was no blood on his robes, no rips or tears in the fabric, no mortal wounds on this Hankyung. He was as tall, proud, and handsome as he had been in life. His robes were clean and the scarlet Griffindor Lion badge lay proudly on his chest. Hankyung’s hair looked soft and inviting, and Heechul longed to be able to run his fingers through it once more.
“I miss you.” Heechul whispered. He didn’t care now that he was being weak, or that there were tears burning in the corners of his eyes. In this room, with Hankyung, none of that mattered. In this room, in this mirror, Hankyung was not dead. He was alive, and smiling, not cold and lifeless in Heechul’s arms from a killing curse thrown by a Death Eater during the battle.
It had been eight long months, and Hogwarts was only now recovering from the war. Heechul had stumbled upon the Mirror of Erised only six weeks ago, and since then had come here every night to be with Hankyung once more.
He knew it was pointless. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, he knew it was folly to do this, and this mirror image would never replace the real Hankyung. But it was all he had.
Heechul lay on the stone floor and tilted the mirror downwards. The Hankyung’s reflection did the same, and Heechul could see him lie down behind him, his ghost-image pressing a kiss to Heechul’s cheek. He wanted it so badly to be real, to be true, that he closed his eyes, fooling himself into believing that he could feel Hankyung beside him.
“I won’t leave this time.” Heechul whispered to the ghost reflection. He watched Hankyung’s fingers as they slid over Heechul’s hair in the reflection. Hankyung’s expression turned sad. He wanted so badly for Hankyung to be able to speak, for him to be able to hear the familiar jilted accent speaking to him, for gentle words to soothe the painful burn of his loss.
Instead of thinking about the upcoming end of school year and their inevitable separation (again), Heechul closed his eyes, content for once to merely stay here with Hankyung, even though it was a lie. He slipped into sleep as Hankyung’s reflection stroked his hair and kissed him, even though Heechul was completely alone. Finally feeling safe in the ghost presence of Hankyung, Heechul fell into a deep and dreamless sleep on the cold stone floor.
And then from far away, like in a dense fog, he began to hear the sound of voices. He wondered if he was dreaming, but the voices continued to intrude upon the perfect feeling of contentment he had found here. Heechul opened his eyes to see Hankyung merely sitting next to him in the mirror, watching him calmly. Heechul felt his whole body stiff from sleeping on the cold stone floor as he sat up. He frowned and looked around, and was stunned to see bright sunlight pouring through the mullioned windows on the far side of the room.
He heard the voices again, and this time fear flooded through him. If they found him here, they would take the mirror away, and Hankyung would be lost forever again. Heechul scrambled to his feet, his wand gripped in his hands. His legs felt strange, and he was oddly lightheaded. He looked around for a way to escape, but the only door was the one he had come through, and this was where the voices were coming from.
He turned once more to look in the mirror. In the reflection, Hankyung stood with his arms around Heechul, his face shining in the dim light. Heechul watched, transfixed, as the mirror image of himself turned to face Hankyung. And then they were kissing, and Heechul realized that was the last kiss they had shared, that last night, that last….utterly perfect night before Voldemort and the War had separated them. They had been up on the astronomy tower, the black velvet sky dotted with millions of points of light. That was the night Heechul had said those three words to Hankyung.
“I love you.”
And the next day, Hankyung had died.
The mirror images of each of them stayed wrapped together, and Heechul could only watch them, watch himself be happier than he had ever been in his whole life. All he could do was stare at this enchanted likeness of what might have been as the reflections embraced and began to dance slowly, Heechul’s chin set on Hankyung’s shoulder, his eyes closed in peaceful bliss.
The voices were louder now, and footsteps could be heard with them. But Heechul could not look away. Hankyung smiled at Heechul’s reflected image, and the reflected image smiled back. And the scene shifted, a tall building in a bustling city, a tiny flat covered in bright colors and comfortable furniture. A gray cat sitting on the sofa, and Hankyung, his face a little older, his body more well-defined, bringing a cup of coffee to Heechul, who sat crosslegged on the floor, reading a magazine.
Heechul stared, stunned at what he knew could have been his future. It was as if the mirror knew they only had a little time left. Heechul clutched at the sides of the gilded frame, his whole body shivering, but he didn’t notice. He didn’t care. Hankyung was there, and he was with him, and nothing else mattered. He wanted to step into the mirror and leave this reality behind. He wanted it more than anything else in the whole world.
“Go tell Professor McGonagall that we’ve found him.” Heechul heard a voice call out behind him, but he didn’t care. Hankyung was holding him, and Heechul smiled. He placed his hand once more on the glass and pressed his cheek to it.
“I love you.” He said, and then they were pulling him away, strong hands lifting him up, prying his wand out of his cold, stiff fingers. He fought them, but they were too strong.
“Oh thank heavens!” he heard Professor McGonagall’s voice from somewhere nearby. “He must have been here since Thursday! Go get Madam Pomfrey. He’s cold as ice! Bring him to the hospital wing immediately. I’ll arrange to have the mirror moved once more.”
Heechul struggled, desperate to stop her, but his whole body suddenly felt like lead. He had snuck in here on Monday morning. He’d been here three days and had not even known it. The room tilted, and the mirror moved, lifted by magic from Professor McGonagall’s wand. The reflection came into focus once more. The last thing Heechul saw was Hankyung’s face, beautiful and sad in the dying light, and the Mirror of Erised glinting hauntingly back at him as they carried him out of the room.
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Author: Ink_River10
Pairing: HanChul
Rating: R
Warnings: Character death
Genre: One Shot, Angst, Harry Potter Crossover
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior OR Harry Potter
Summary: Heechul finds his heart's desire but can never have it
Author's Note: So recently I read a really amazing Harry Potter crossover called Courtyard Apocalypse and I highly recommend it. I have had this particular story (below) rolling around in my brain for a few months now, and was hesitant to write and post it. But the writer of the above mentioned fic encouraged me to do so, so here it is. I hope you enjoy it, even though it's sad.
Kim Heechul slipped out of the Slytherin common room and quietly made his way up the long, winding stone steps to the front hall. It was dark and silent in the wee hours of the morning. The only sound to be heard was the sputtering of the torches in their brackets and his own light footsteps on the stone floor. He walked silently, his ears pricked for any noise to warn him that someone was approaching. He knew Argus Filch must be asleep by now, but Mrs. Norris never seemed to sleep at all, and her glowing orange eyes would catch him in an instant if she was nearby.
But luckily, Mrs. Norris was not here, and neither was Peeves. Heechul let out a long, slow breath of relief and quietly made his way to the third floor. He gracefully stepped over the trick stair and waited as one of the ever-moving staircases finally decided to stop on the landing that he wanted.
He glanced around, wondering if any of the inhabitants of the thousands of paintings had seen him and would report him to the headmaster, but they were all asleep as well. Three a.m. was not a very active time of night, even for the painted people in their frames. Besides, there had been enough action and drama in the last few years to make everyone in the castle quite glad of peace and quiet.
Heechul walked down the hall to the end and pulled out his wand and pointed it at the large door that stood there. His wand hand trembled slightly. He felt another wave of guilt and shame. He was lying to the head of Slytherin House, Professor Slughorn. He was lying to everyone by sneaking out in the middle of the night. He was ashamed that no matter what he did, he still could not let go. Voldemort was dead. Everything had finally begun to return to normal, but Heechul knew things would never be normal again.
“Alohamora.” He whispered. The lock clicked loudly in the silence of the hallway, and he cringed, glancing around behind him, but the hallway was empty. The door swung open on rusty hinges to reveal an enormous room. Fluffy had been gone for years now, although the room still smelled faintly of wet dog. It had been nearly eight years since the three headed canine had been sent away. What it had been protecting no longer needed protection, and Hagrid had wept enormous tears for the huge, smelly dog when someone had come to take it away. Heechul wrinkled up his nose. He preferred cats to dogs, and was glad he’d never come face to face with Fluffy. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had, and Heechul made a face once more.
“Griffindors.” He grimaced, stepping past the trap door that was closed now. The thing he was seeking had once been down in the rooms below, but no longer. It had been moved so many times that Heechul grew to fear daily that he would come here one night and it would be gone once more.
He walked to the far side and opened the door, exhaling a breath he had not known he was holding. It was still there. He tapped his ebony wand to the torch on the wall and it lit instantly, throwing light and shadows around the small room. Heechul looked at the golden frame, now sparkling beautifully in the light from the torch. Slowly he approached it, his heart slamming in his chest as it always did when he came to stand in front of the Mirror of Erised.
As he stepped closer he could see his own reflection in the flickering light. His wavy hair brushed his shoulders, long and dark brown, over his black robes. The green and silver serpent of Slytherin House reflected in the light, and he could see his own eyes there in the mirror. He looked much younger than he felt. He sighed and took a deep breath, then leaned in towards it. The mirror began to change and shift. Heechul felt the familiar tightening sensation in his chest. Any moment now, and he would see him.
Heechul reached out his fingers, knowing he would only be met with the cold, hard glass. But he pressed his palm to it anyway. Moments later, the image in the mirror began to take shape and coalesce, and then he was there.
“Hankyung.” Heechul whispered, feeling the lump in his throat clog his airway. Hankyung’s hand lay palm to palm with his in the reflection, and he was smiling.
His smile was so perfect, so beautiful. There was no blood on his robes, no rips or tears in the fabric, no mortal wounds on this Hankyung. He was as tall, proud, and handsome as he had been in life. His robes were clean and the scarlet Griffindor Lion badge lay proudly on his chest. Hankyung’s hair looked soft and inviting, and Heechul longed to be able to run his fingers through it once more.
“I miss you.” Heechul whispered. He didn’t care now that he was being weak, or that there were tears burning in the corners of his eyes. In this room, with Hankyung, none of that mattered. In this room, in this mirror, Hankyung was not dead. He was alive, and smiling, not cold and lifeless in Heechul’s arms from a killing curse thrown by a Death Eater during the battle.
It had been eight long months, and Hogwarts was only now recovering from the war. Heechul had stumbled upon the Mirror of Erised only six weeks ago, and since then had come here every night to be with Hankyung once more.
He knew it was pointless. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, he knew it was folly to do this, and this mirror image would never replace the real Hankyung. But it was all he had.
Heechul lay on the stone floor and tilted the mirror downwards. The Hankyung’s reflection did the same, and Heechul could see him lie down behind him, his ghost-image pressing a kiss to Heechul’s cheek. He wanted it so badly to be real, to be true, that he closed his eyes, fooling himself into believing that he could feel Hankyung beside him.
“I won’t leave this time.” Heechul whispered to the ghost reflection. He watched Hankyung’s fingers as they slid over Heechul’s hair in the reflection. Hankyung’s expression turned sad. He wanted so badly for Hankyung to be able to speak, for him to be able to hear the familiar jilted accent speaking to him, for gentle words to soothe the painful burn of his loss.
Instead of thinking about the upcoming end of school year and their inevitable separation (again), Heechul closed his eyes, content for once to merely stay here with Hankyung, even though it was a lie. He slipped into sleep as Hankyung’s reflection stroked his hair and kissed him, even though Heechul was completely alone. Finally feeling safe in the ghost presence of Hankyung, Heechul fell into a deep and dreamless sleep on the cold stone floor.
And then from far away, like in a dense fog, he began to hear the sound of voices. He wondered if he was dreaming, but the voices continued to intrude upon the perfect feeling of contentment he had found here. Heechul opened his eyes to see Hankyung merely sitting next to him in the mirror, watching him calmly. Heechul felt his whole body stiff from sleeping on the cold stone floor as he sat up. He frowned and looked around, and was stunned to see bright sunlight pouring through the mullioned windows on the far side of the room.
He heard the voices again, and this time fear flooded through him. If they found him here, they would take the mirror away, and Hankyung would be lost forever again. Heechul scrambled to his feet, his wand gripped in his hands. His legs felt strange, and he was oddly lightheaded. He looked around for a way to escape, but the only door was the one he had come through, and this was where the voices were coming from.
He turned once more to look in the mirror. In the reflection, Hankyung stood with his arms around Heechul, his face shining in the dim light. Heechul watched, transfixed, as the mirror image of himself turned to face Hankyung. And then they were kissing, and Heechul realized that was the last kiss they had shared, that last night, that last….utterly perfect night before Voldemort and the War had separated them. They had been up on the astronomy tower, the black velvet sky dotted with millions of points of light. That was the night Heechul had said those three words to Hankyung.
“I love you.”
And the next day, Hankyung had died.
The mirror images of each of them stayed wrapped together, and Heechul could only watch them, watch himself be happier than he had ever been in his whole life. All he could do was stare at this enchanted likeness of what might have been as the reflections embraced and began to dance slowly, Heechul’s chin set on Hankyung’s shoulder, his eyes closed in peaceful bliss.
The voices were louder now, and footsteps could be heard with them. But Heechul could not look away. Hankyung smiled at Heechul’s reflected image, and the reflected image smiled back. And the scene shifted, a tall building in a bustling city, a tiny flat covered in bright colors and comfortable furniture. A gray cat sitting on the sofa, and Hankyung, his face a little older, his body more well-defined, bringing a cup of coffee to Heechul, who sat crosslegged on the floor, reading a magazine.
Heechul stared, stunned at what he knew could have been his future. It was as if the mirror knew they only had a little time left. Heechul clutched at the sides of the gilded frame, his whole body shivering, but he didn’t notice. He didn’t care. Hankyung was there, and he was with him, and nothing else mattered. He wanted to step into the mirror and leave this reality behind. He wanted it more than anything else in the whole world.
“Go tell Professor McGonagall that we’ve found him.” Heechul heard a voice call out behind him, but he didn’t care. Hankyung was holding him, and Heechul smiled. He placed his hand once more on the glass and pressed his cheek to it.
“I love you.” He said, and then they were pulling him away, strong hands lifting him up, prying his wand out of his cold, stiff fingers. He fought them, but they were too strong.
“Oh thank heavens!” he heard Professor McGonagall’s voice from somewhere nearby. “He must have been here since Thursday! Go get Madam Pomfrey. He’s cold as ice! Bring him to the hospital wing immediately. I’ll arrange to have the mirror moved once more.”
Heechul struggled, desperate to stop her, but his whole body suddenly felt like lead. He had snuck in here on Monday morning. He’d been here three days and had not even known it. The room tilted, and the mirror moved, lifted by magic from Professor McGonagall’s wand. The reflection came into focus once more. The last thing Heechul saw was Hankyung’s face, beautiful and sad in the dying light, and the Mirror of Erised glinting hauntingly back at him as they carried him out of the room.
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