Outtake! Well, it'll probably be in there in the end, too.
Because fic is better than old angst and I found this on my hard drive: A part of my in-progress Rodolphus's-death fic. I wrote something along these lines X months ago but it's under improvement.
He looked at her face, watching her hungrily like he hadn’t since he had been a teenager, savouring every glimpse. Suddenly, he would never see her again. There had been sixteen years apart but it wasn’t the same - he had always known that he would see her again, talk to her again. She was the only one left that was worth talking to.
He knew that a part of her was going to die with him. He was the only one who knew that part. The girl who had come running up to him in the corridors, breathless with excitement over her latest find in the Restricted Section. The girl who had been much clumsier than you’d ever imagine by looking at her. The girl who had been the only who had really understood him, had understood the world they lived in and what they had to do about it.
She had changed fundamentally over the years - they all had. But the girl had always been there, deep inside, sometimes showing herself. When they were alone during their long talks and at the times when she sometimes had come to his bed at night even once they had been married, for company and warmth. She had been there, and on those occasions she had brought back the boy he had once been. Now no one would meet either of them again. He would soon be gone and she would forever lock away the girl that only he had known.
He looked at her face, watching her hungrily like he hadn’t since he had been a teenager, savouring every glimpse. Suddenly, he would never see her again. There had been sixteen years apart but it wasn’t the same - he had always known that he would see her again, talk to her again. She was the only one left that was worth talking to.
He knew that a part of her was going to die with him. He was the only one who knew that part. The girl who had come running up to him in the corridors, breathless with excitement over her latest find in the Restricted Section. The girl who had been much clumsier than you’d ever imagine by looking at her. The girl who had been the only who had really understood him, had understood the world they lived in and what they had to do about it.
She had changed fundamentally over the years - they all had. But the girl had always been there, deep inside, sometimes showing herself. When they were alone during their long talks and at the times when she sometimes had come to his bed at night even once they had been married, for company and warmth. She had been there, and on those occasions she had brought back the boy he had once been. Now no one would meet either of them again. He would soon be gone and she would forever lock away the girl that only he had known.