Vessel - PG-13 - Harry/Neville
Title: Vessel
Author: poetic_licence
Rating: PG-13
Summary: You're so lucky-- your parents are dead, while mine are merely empty vessels just biding their time until they die. Written from a one line challenge.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and other trademarks are © by JK Rowling, Little Literacy Agency, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, Arthur A. Levine, & Warner Brothers. No profit is being made, it's all good clean fun. Really.
Vessel
- For courtney_beth -
Harry hated St. Mungo's. He hated the smell of pain, the way the Medi-healers would step down the halls with long strides with sharp heals.
He had visited Dean faithful, once a week, in Hermione's stead while she was off in college.
He'd have an extremely bad coffee downstairs in the dimly lit cafe, flinching every time he saw someone crying.
He ran into Neville once, tried to talk past the lump in his throat at the sight of his old lover, thinking he never really knew him. He pretended not to hear Neville's soft words as they parted. You're so lucky-- your parents are dead, while mine are merely empty vessels just biding their time until they die.
No, he didn't want to hear those truths from Neville's mouth, the only ones Harry could remember not stumbling over. Harry just brushed a kiss over his old friends temple and left half his coffee there, getting cold.
On the front page of the Prophet the next day, Harry saw Neville being ascorted away by Aurors, the pillow being carried out after him as evidence.
Harry felt a little like an empty vessel, biding his time.
- finished -
Author: poetic_licence
Rating: PG-13
Summary: You're so lucky-- your parents are dead, while mine are merely empty vessels just biding their time until they die. Written from a one line challenge.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and other trademarks are © by JK Rowling, Little Literacy Agency, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, Arthur A. Levine, & Warner Brothers. No profit is being made, it's all good clean fun. Really.
Vessel
- For courtney_beth -
Harry hated St. Mungo's. He hated the smell of pain, the way the Medi-healers would step down the halls with long strides with sharp heals.
He had visited Dean faithful, once a week, in Hermione's stead while she was off in college.
He'd have an extremely bad coffee downstairs in the dimly lit cafe, flinching every time he saw someone crying.
He ran into Neville once, tried to talk past the lump in his throat at the sight of his old lover, thinking he never really knew him. He pretended not to hear Neville's soft words as they parted. You're so lucky-- your parents are dead, while mine are merely empty vessels just biding their time until they die.
No, he didn't want to hear those truths from Neville's mouth, the only ones Harry could remember not stumbling over. Harry just brushed a kiss over his old friends temple and left half his coffee there, getting cold.
On the front page of the Prophet the next day, Harry saw Neville being ascorted away by Aurors, the pillow being carried out after him as evidence.
Harry felt a little like an empty vessel, biding his time.
- finished -