To whom it may concern: Happy New Year ! Plus fanfic.
Title: The Lost Boys
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: axilet
Characters: Tom, Snape, Harry
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Summary: “But for this moment, separated by time but closer than they ever will be, they are together.” The boys see Hogwarts for the first time from the train. One fairly important DH spoiler.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs not to me, alas.
Author's Note: This was written just for the sake of writing. I've wanted to write something about the three of them for some time already, hence the crappy nonexistent plotline. More introspection (on my part regarding HPDH) than a real story.
Three generations apart, a red train comes meandering over the green, trailed by a line of gray smoke that rises and dissipated in the darkening sky. For some in the train, they are coming home. They sit in the worn seats, play cards, and talk easily of what has gone past and what is to come, and their thoughts curl comfortably around familiar, beloved memories.
For one boy, for three boys, black-haired and eager, they will be coming home, even if they do not know it yet. But something in their hearts quicken, as they press their faces against the cool windows and look out at the blue-black sky, and at the end of it, rising softly through the lengthening shadows, the sprawling outline of Hogwarts.
One thinks, this is where my destiny lies. This is where I will be recognized, adored, remembered. He is the first boy, sitting alone and clutching his superiority to himself like a shield, flushed with arrogance and confidence.
One thinks, I will be together with her, I will be away from them-who will never miss me. He is the second boy, and at his side sits a girl, with red hair and lovely green eyes, who stares out of the window with delight, which in turn draws delight, edged with tenderness, from him.
One thinks that he has never seen anything so wonderful in his whole life. Everything is new; this train, the boy who might be a friend who shares his sweets, and wonder colors this world, makes everything seems more magical than mere magic. He is the third boy, and what he leaves behind causes what lies ahead to be all the more promising.
For the rest of their lives they will be bitterly pitted against each other, bound by strands of hate and jealousy. But for this moment, separated by time but closer than they ever will be, they are together. They might even understand each other-as they come to the home they have never known, these boys, so alike and yet so different-the lost boys of Hogwarts.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: axilet
Characters: Tom, Snape, Harry
Genre: Gen
Rating: G
Summary: “But for this moment, separated by time but closer than they ever will be, they are together.” The boys see Hogwarts for the first time from the train. One fairly important DH spoiler.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs not to me, alas.
Author's Note: This was written just for the sake of writing. I've wanted to write something about the three of them for some time already, hence the crappy nonexistent plotline. More introspection (on my part regarding HPDH) than a real story.
Three generations apart, a red train comes meandering over the green, trailed by a line of gray smoke that rises and dissipated in the darkening sky. For some in the train, they are coming home. They sit in the worn seats, play cards, and talk easily of what has gone past and what is to come, and their thoughts curl comfortably around familiar, beloved memories.
For one boy, for three boys, black-haired and eager, they will be coming home, even if they do not know it yet. But something in their hearts quicken, as they press their faces against the cool windows and look out at the blue-black sky, and at the end of it, rising softly through the lengthening shadows, the sprawling outline of Hogwarts.
One thinks, this is where my destiny lies. This is where I will be recognized, adored, remembered. He is the first boy, sitting alone and clutching his superiority to himself like a shield, flushed with arrogance and confidence.
One thinks, I will be together with her, I will be away from them-who will never miss me. He is the second boy, and at his side sits a girl, with red hair and lovely green eyes, who stares out of the window with delight, which in turn draws delight, edged with tenderness, from him.
One thinks that he has never seen anything so wonderful in his whole life. Everything is new; this train, the boy who might be a friend who shares his sweets, and wonder colors this world, makes everything seems more magical than mere magic. He is the third boy, and what he leaves behind causes what lies ahead to be all the more promising.
For the rest of their lives they will be bitterly pitted against each other, bound by strands of hate and jealousy. But for this moment, separated by time but closer than they ever will be, they are together. They might even understand each other-as they come to the home they have never known, these boys, so alike and yet so different-the lost boys of Hogwarts.