(HP) Midnight Whispers
Title: Midnight Whispers
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: jackiejlh
Rating: PG
Character(s): *grins*
Pairing(s): None
Warning(s): None
Summary: A midnight conversation takes places after the end of HBP.
“Hey… you awake?” my best friend says softly, and I roll over to face his bed, barely able to see his face in the darkened room.
“Yeah. Can’t sleep.”
“Me either.” And then he’s quiet, and for a minute I think that maybe he’s managed sleep after all. But just as I move to roll back to my other side, his voice interrupts the silence again.
“What do you think will happen to us now?” he asks slowly, as if he’s afraid to hear my answer.
I shrug. “Dunno… we’ll manage.”
“Alone?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“He knew that he was going to leave us to do this alone, didn’t he?”
“I don’t know…. I mean, why would he do that to us? We need him. He knows that….”
“Maybe he just made a mistake? He couldn’t have known that things would turn out this way. He couldn’t have know he’d-”
“Or maybe he did know, and he was preparing us for it. He’s been acting strange all year, and letting us in on his plans more than he ever has before. Besides, he’s probably the smartest person I know… he would have known something bad was going to happen. He should have known.”
My roommate squirms around in his bed now, and finally rolls over and lets his feet fall to the floor. Stumbling through the dark, he makes his way to my bed and sits on the edge, nudging my legs over with his knee to make room. I pull myself up into a sitting position and lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees.
“Are we really not going back to Hogwarts next year?” he whispers, and his voice shakes a little. He’s scared. The truth is, I’m scared too, but I have to be strong for him; I have to be, and I will get us through this.
“No,” I answer firmly, shaking my head. “We have more important things to do. I can’t go back.” Then, as an afterthought, I add, “You don’t have to come with me, you know. Everyone expects us to return to school in the fall. No one will think less of y-”
“I’m going with you!” he insists frantically. “Do you think I could back to Hogwarts knowing that my best friend is risking his life? We’re in this together, remember?”
I smile in spite of the serious conversation; I know that he will go with me. I almost wish he wouldn’t because we’ll be in danger every minute of the day, but a part of me is selfishly glad to know that he’ll be by my side.
Someone walks past the bedroom, the floorboards creaking with each step, and the boy next to me rolls his eyes.
“Just my mum,” he says softly, running a hand over his sleepy face. “She’s sure that our door will be blasted down any second. And she’s so worried about Dad. He’s so busy these days…. He’s almost never home.”
I want to reach out and squeeze his hand, but I’m too embarrassed by the urge to do more than nod sympathetically, hoping he knows that I care.
“Do you think we have a chance?” he asks suddenly. “I mean, what if we mess up? There’s no one around to fix things. We’re on our own.”
“We’d better not mess up, then.” But I frown, knowing that there is a good chance we will. After all, we’ve narrowly escaped trouble on many occasions because we had someone smarter and than us looking out for our well-being. Even if we usually didn’t understand what he was doing and why, he never let anything bad happen to us if he could help it. Why else would we have stood up for him, protected his reputation as best as we could, fought for him? Why else would we still miss him, even though, in a way, we’re sure that he planned all of this, that he knew he was going to abandon us to fight for our cause alone? Because we trusted him implicitly, and in a way, we still do. Even now, the one thing we want more than anything is his instruction.
“I miss him…” I admit, and then quickly blink back the tears that well up in my eyes.
“Me too,” my friend answers. “Do you think he’s safe, Greg?”
“Draco’s smart, Vince,” I reassure him, forcing a weak smile. “Besides, he's got Snape to look out for him. I’m sure he’s fine. It’s us that I’m worried about.”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: jackiejlh
Rating: PG
Character(s): *grins*
Pairing(s): None
Warning(s): None
Summary: A midnight conversation takes places after the end of HBP.
“Hey… you awake?” my best friend says softly, and I roll over to face his bed, barely able to see his face in the darkened room.
“Yeah. Can’t sleep.”
“Me either.” And then he’s quiet, and for a minute I think that maybe he’s managed sleep after all. But just as I move to roll back to my other side, his voice interrupts the silence again.
“What do you think will happen to us now?” he asks slowly, as if he’s afraid to hear my answer.
I shrug. “Dunno… we’ll manage.”
“Alone?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“He knew that he was going to leave us to do this alone, didn’t he?”
“I don’t know…. I mean, why would he do that to us? We need him. He knows that….”
“Maybe he just made a mistake? He couldn’t have known that things would turn out this way. He couldn’t have know he’d-”
“Or maybe he did know, and he was preparing us for it. He’s been acting strange all year, and letting us in on his plans more than he ever has before. Besides, he’s probably the smartest person I know… he would have known something bad was going to happen. He should have known.”
My roommate squirms around in his bed now, and finally rolls over and lets his feet fall to the floor. Stumbling through the dark, he makes his way to my bed and sits on the edge, nudging my legs over with his knee to make room. I pull myself up into a sitting position and lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees.
“Are we really not going back to Hogwarts next year?” he whispers, and his voice shakes a little. He’s scared. The truth is, I’m scared too, but I have to be strong for him; I have to be, and I will get us through this.
“No,” I answer firmly, shaking my head. “We have more important things to do. I can’t go back.” Then, as an afterthought, I add, “You don’t have to come with me, you know. Everyone expects us to return to school in the fall. No one will think less of y-”
“I’m going with you!” he insists frantically. “Do you think I could back to Hogwarts knowing that my best friend is risking his life? We’re in this together, remember?”
I smile in spite of the serious conversation; I know that he will go with me. I almost wish he wouldn’t because we’ll be in danger every minute of the day, but a part of me is selfishly glad to know that he’ll be by my side.
Someone walks past the bedroom, the floorboards creaking with each step, and the boy next to me rolls his eyes.
“Just my mum,” he says softly, running a hand over his sleepy face. “She’s sure that our door will be blasted down any second. And she’s so worried about Dad. He’s so busy these days…. He’s almost never home.”
I want to reach out and squeeze his hand, but I’m too embarrassed by the urge to do more than nod sympathetically, hoping he knows that I care.
“Do you think we have a chance?” he asks suddenly. “I mean, what if we mess up? There’s no one around to fix things. We’re on our own.”
“We’d better not mess up, then.” But I frown, knowing that there is a good chance we will. After all, we’ve narrowly escaped trouble on many occasions because we had someone smarter and than us looking out for our well-being. Even if we usually didn’t understand what he was doing and why, he never let anything bad happen to us if he could help it. Why else would we have stood up for him, protected his reputation as best as we could, fought for him? Why else would we still miss him, even though, in a way, we’re sure that he planned all of this, that he knew he was going to abandon us to fight for our cause alone? Because we trusted him implicitly, and in a way, we still do. Even now, the one thing we want more than anything is his instruction.
“I miss him…” I admit, and then quickly blink back the tears that well up in my eyes.
“Me too,” my friend answers. “Do you think he’s safe, Greg?”
“Draco’s smart, Vince,” I reassure him, forcing a weak smile. “Besides, he's got Snape to look out for him. I’m sure he’s fine. It’s us that I’m worried about.”