Foreseen
Title: Foreseen
Rating: PG
Challenge: #94 - The Thestral
Pairing: Gilderoy/Severus
Word Count: 936
Time: 30 minutes on the dot!
Death, in its own way, is actually kind of funny. Really. Death is about the ones who are left alive. The Dead don’t care. It’s all about the living ones, and how they deal and react to the death of a once living person.
Then again, whether it was Death or Life, it was all about Gilderoy. Because, honestly, nothing else mattered.
When Broderick Bode died, no one was around to see. Or so the staff thought. That night, Gilderoy was awoken by a muffled scream. He got up, slowly and walked around to the far left corner of the room. He pulled back the curtain ever so slightly. The first thing he saw were hands fisting in the sheets, tugging, arms shuddering. Bode’s eyes bore into his as the man gasped one last time. Gilderoy stayed still, lost and confused. A falling pot warned the guard nurse, and Gilderoy hurried back to his own bed.
Two years later, the same nurse that had taken the body away was pulling Gilderoy by the hand. “It’s going to be alright. Don’t worry, you are ready.”
He looked at her, eyes pleading. He had always been a great actor, or so he was told. “Don’t be ridiculous Gilderoy. The doctor said it was fine for you to go. And with the w-, well, what with everything and all, we really can’t keep you here.”
He flashed her a brilliant smile, desperately trying to hide the fact that he was afraid of leaving. Not because the world scared him, but because the hospital was so nice.
She pushed a piece of paper in his hand, “here, don’t forget the directions. He’s waiting for you. Knock 3 times on the door, so he knows it’s you. And remember, you are going to Spinner’s End, but it anyone asks, where are you heading?”
Gilderoy looked at her, sighed, but dutifully answered, “I’m going to France.”
She smiled, “Righteo. Off you go then.”
She turned him around, and patted his back, pushing him out the doors. He took a step forward and found himself in a large square. He unfolded the piece of paper, and started reading.
Gilderoy, once you’ve exited the hospital, you are on your own. But don’t fear. All you have to do is think about this area.
Below the sentence, he could see a moving picture of a long street, surrounded by brick houses, and a mill in the background. He couldn’t help but let out a low “wow” as he examined the picture. It really was like magic.
Gilderoy stood in the middle of the square. He looked up, to notice no one was around. He closed his eyes, thinking about the picture, imagining the area around him, almost seeing himself there. For a second, he felt dizzy; the world was spinning around him. He opened his eyes to find himself standing in the middle of the empty squa-street. This time, he let out a clearly audible “wow”.
Looking around, he spotted the house at the far end of the street. As he approached it, the door flew open. A tall, dark man came out. Gilderoy smiled at him. The man grabbed his sleeve and pulled him inside. “You’re late.”
Gilderoy surveyed him quickly. He seemed familiar; the way his jaw clenched as he waited for an answer was particularly vivid in his mind. He merely answered, “I am ever so glad to see I was worth the wait,” he looked down at the paper, “Severus.”
Severus grumbled something about stupidity and vanity, but Gilderoy took no notice. The two men stayed silent for a while, Severus looked down at his shoes and Gilderoy looking brightly at the ceiling.
“Lovely little cottage you have here. Care to show me my room?”
Severus sighed, “We’re leaving.”
“Oh, we’re going on a trip! Lovely. Where are we going? France?”
Severus sighed, and grabbed his hands, “You have to hang onto me.” Gilderoy could see the disgust painted on his face. But he was happy to oblige. He looped his arms around Severus’ waist. He felt just how bony the other man was under his heavy robes.
He held on tight as once again the world started spinning around him. When he felt his feet firmly planted on the ground, he hugged Severus closer, not wanting to let go.
“You can let go of me now.” The voice was gentler now for some reason, almost frail. “Let’s go.”
They walked side by side in the grass, following no path, but only what seemed to be Severus’ intuition. They reached the edge of a dark forest. Gilderoy felt a chill run up his spine. He could feel the goose bumps under his sleeves. Severus took his hand and pulled him into the woods.
They continued their silent march for a while. There were no birds chirping, no annoying grasshoppers, just the sound of their shoes crushing dead leaves. Gilderoy murmured, afraid of breaking the silence, “Where are we going?”
Severus leapt a bit, startled by the unexpected noise. He quickly regained his composure: “Hogwarts. It’s faster to cut through the forest. Although more dangerous. You aren’t afraid of a little challenge, are you?”
Gilderoy smiled, “Of course not. What is Hogwarts?” Severus shrugged, but didn’t answer. Gilderoy kept walking, taking in all the nature he had been missing for so long. His eye caught a glimpse of movement. He stopped, grabbing Severus’ wrist, and with his other hand, pointed towards a clearing up ahead of them: “Look, horses. Creepy looking buggers, don’t you think?”
Severus stood motionless, eyes wide with fear.
Rating: PG
Challenge: #94 - The Thestral
Pairing: Gilderoy/Severus
Word Count: 936
Time: 30 minutes on the dot!
Death, in its own way, is actually kind of funny. Really. Death is about the ones who are left alive. The Dead don’t care. It’s all about the living ones, and how they deal and react to the death of a once living person.
Then again, whether it was Death or Life, it was all about Gilderoy. Because, honestly, nothing else mattered.
When Broderick Bode died, no one was around to see. Or so the staff thought. That night, Gilderoy was awoken by a muffled scream. He got up, slowly and walked around to the far left corner of the room. He pulled back the curtain ever so slightly. The first thing he saw were hands fisting in the sheets, tugging, arms shuddering. Bode’s eyes bore into his as the man gasped one last time. Gilderoy stayed still, lost and confused. A falling pot warned the guard nurse, and Gilderoy hurried back to his own bed.
Two years later, the same nurse that had taken the body away was pulling Gilderoy by the hand. “It’s going to be alright. Don’t worry, you are ready.”
He looked at her, eyes pleading. He had always been a great actor, or so he was told. “Don’t be ridiculous Gilderoy. The doctor said it was fine for you to go. And with the w-, well, what with everything and all, we really can’t keep you here.”
He flashed her a brilliant smile, desperately trying to hide the fact that he was afraid of leaving. Not because the world scared him, but because the hospital was so nice.
She pushed a piece of paper in his hand, “here, don’t forget the directions. He’s waiting for you. Knock 3 times on the door, so he knows it’s you. And remember, you are going to Spinner’s End, but it anyone asks, where are you heading?”
Gilderoy looked at her, sighed, but dutifully answered, “I’m going to France.”
She smiled, “Righteo. Off you go then.”
She turned him around, and patted his back, pushing him out the doors. He took a step forward and found himself in a large square. He unfolded the piece of paper, and started reading.
Gilderoy, once you’ve exited the hospital, you are on your own. But don’t fear. All you have to do is think about this area.
Below the sentence, he could see a moving picture of a long street, surrounded by brick houses, and a mill in the background. He couldn’t help but let out a low “wow” as he examined the picture. It really was like magic.
Gilderoy stood in the middle of the square. He looked up, to notice no one was around. He closed his eyes, thinking about the picture, imagining the area around him, almost seeing himself there. For a second, he felt dizzy; the world was spinning around him. He opened his eyes to find himself standing in the middle of the empty squa-street. This time, he let out a clearly audible “wow”.
Looking around, he spotted the house at the far end of the street. As he approached it, the door flew open. A tall, dark man came out. Gilderoy smiled at him. The man grabbed his sleeve and pulled him inside. “You’re late.”
Gilderoy surveyed him quickly. He seemed familiar; the way his jaw clenched as he waited for an answer was particularly vivid in his mind. He merely answered, “I am ever so glad to see I was worth the wait,” he looked down at the paper, “Severus.”
Severus grumbled something about stupidity and vanity, but Gilderoy took no notice. The two men stayed silent for a while, Severus looked down at his shoes and Gilderoy looking brightly at the ceiling.
“Lovely little cottage you have here. Care to show me my room?”
Severus sighed, “We’re leaving.”
“Oh, we’re going on a trip! Lovely. Where are we going? France?”
Severus sighed, and grabbed his hands, “You have to hang onto me.” Gilderoy could see the disgust painted on his face. But he was happy to oblige. He looped his arms around Severus’ waist. He felt just how bony the other man was under his heavy robes.
He held on tight as once again the world started spinning around him. When he felt his feet firmly planted on the ground, he hugged Severus closer, not wanting to let go.
“You can let go of me now.” The voice was gentler now for some reason, almost frail. “Let’s go.”
They walked side by side in the grass, following no path, but only what seemed to be Severus’ intuition. They reached the edge of a dark forest. Gilderoy felt a chill run up his spine. He could feel the goose bumps under his sleeves. Severus took his hand and pulled him into the woods.
They continued their silent march for a while. There were no birds chirping, no annoying grasshoppers, just the sound of their shoes crushing dead leaves. Gilderoy murmured, afraid of breaking the silence, “Where are we going?”
Severus leapt a bit, startled by the unexpected noise. He quickly regained his composure: “Hogwarts. It’s faster to cut through the forest. Although more dangerous. You aren’t afraid of a little challenge, are you?”
Gilderoy smiled, “Of course not. What is Hogwarts?” Severus shrugged, but didn’t answer. Gilderoy kept walking, taking in all the nature he had been missing for so long. His eye caught a glimpse of movement. He stopped, grabbing Severus’ wrist, and with his other hand, pointed towards a clearing up ahead of them: “Look, horses. Creepy looking buggers, don’t you think?”
Severus stood motionless, eyes wide with fear.