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Antebellum Parts 1+2
Title: Antebellum [1/25 and 2/25]
Author:
aylarah_scale
Word Count: 565 and 399
Rating: PG for now, will probably go up.
Prompt: Prompt #1
Warning: Semi-epilogue compliant
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters or places that J.K. Rowling has created. I am making no money from this. It's all just for fun.
Author's Notes: Written for slythindor100's 2011 "25 days of Harry and Draco" fest. I'm going to attempt a 25 part story. If this works, it'll be the first fic I've written in parts since the age of about 12 XD. Inspired by Vienna Teng's song Antebellum.
“Dad! Dad come look at this!” Harry feels something tugging at the knee of his jeans and looks down to see his youngest son’s face, cheeks tinged pink from the cold. He bends down and picks Al up, cuddling the small boy close to his own body to try to warm him up a little.
“What has you excited this time?” He asks the boy with a grin. Harry loves bringing his children to the park. Each time they manage to find something new and exciting in the now old and familiar landscape. It makes Harry feel both very young and very old. Young because their enthusiasm is catching, and watching the three of them play in the snow reminds him of his own adventures in the snow when he had the chance to play. Old because of how much of a different person he is now, because of everything that’s happened since those years long ago when he too got excitement from jumping in puddles or kicking neatly piled leaves. God, when did he get old enough to have children?
“There’s a boy with a huge snowman and it’s really, really cool!” Albus says quickly, all in one breath. “Can we go and have a look?”
It’s Christmas Eve, and Albus is the only one of Harry’s children who wanted to brave the elements this evening. James and Lily decided to stay indoors with their mother, helping to make mince pies for the morning. Ordinarily Harry would have thought it just a bit too cold to go for a walk, but there was something about this evening that had him longing to be outside. Luckily Albus loved the idea of a trip to the park - he couldn’t wait to get his hands on all that pristine white snow.
And pristine white snow it was, lots of it. Harry was quite amazed when they got there at how few people were actually in the park, how perfect the snow looked on the paths. For some reason, it makes him sad.
“Sure we can,” He says, hugging Albus tighter and rubbing his nose against the boy’s. “Do you think you can walk all that way in the snow, or want me to carry you?”
Albus sighs and cuddles closer to Harry. “Carry please.” Harry’s glad - it won’t be long before Albus is too old to carry. He can’t believe how big James is, and he’s only one year older. “He’s over there.”
Harry smiles and walks in the direction that Albus points, taking in the quiet atmosphere as he does. One of the streetlamps flickers as he walks past, before turning on fully. It’s getting dark, he hopes Albus doesn’t want to stay out too much longer. Ginny will go ballistic if they’re out too long.
It’s not been long at all before Harry spots a clearing to his left, the trees opening up and inviting them inside. Albus wiggles to get down, starts running the moment his feet land on the ground. In the centre of the clearing, just like Albus said there would be, is a big white snowman, and a little blond boy packing snow against its base.
“Hi,” Al says shyly when he reaches boy. “I’m Al, Albus Potter. Can I help with your snowman?”
The other boy looks up and smiles. “Sure.” He says. “I’m Scorpius. Scorpius Malfoy.”
Harry’s heart stops.
“Hello Potter,” A voice says softly. Harry shouldn’t be startled, but he is. The logical conclusion to Scorpius Malfoy being in the clearing is that one of his parents would also be in the clearing, but Harry still isn’t prepared to hear Draco’s voice so close, so soon.
“Draco.” He remains staring at the children playing in the snow, innocent to the tension that Harry can feel filling the air.
Draco sighs. “Come sit down.”
Now Harry glances over to the other man. He’s standing in front of one of the park benches, snow-free so obviously recently used. Harry’s eyes flicker from the bench to Draco, to his hands wrapped warmly in a pair of black gloves, to the flakes of snow decorating his hair, to his eyes.
Draco shakes his head and takes his seat on the bench, smiling at Scorpius when the boy looks over and waves. Harry bites his lip, debating for a moment what to do, then takes the few steps separating the pair of them and sits down next to Draco.
“You have a beautiful son.” Harry says after a few minutes of silence. “He looks just like you.”
Draco smiles. “Thank you.” He nods at Albus. “Yours could be you twenty-odd years ago. You have three, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Harry grins, watching Albus trying to push a snowball across the ground to make it bigger. “Al is in the middle. James is a year older, Lily’s a year younger.”
“I always knew exactly how you’d name your children.” Draco says wistfully. Harry says nothing. Draco looks like he’s about to say something else, but the moment passes and they remain sitting in silence, watching the two boys try to add a third arm to the snowman.
“It looks like they’re having fun.” Harry says quietly, not wanting to disturb the two.
Draco nods. “I’m glad. Scorpius doesn’t have many friends really. It’s nice for him to play with other children.”
“Do you ever wonder-” Harry begins, but stops. He doesn’t really want to go down that path. Not really.
Draco closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. Focuses his attention firmly on the children. “Don’t.” He whispers. For a moment, he looks so sad. Harry can’t tear his eyes from the other man’s face. “Please don’t.” Draco repeats.
“Ok.” Harry’s voice is almost as soft. He won’t say anything.
But he remembers.
Author:
aylarah_scale
Word Count: 565 and 399
Rating: PG for now, will probably go up.
Prompt: Prompt #1
Warning: Semi-epilogue compliant
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters or places that J.K. Rowling has created. I am making no money from this. It's all just for fun.
Author's Notes: Written for slythindor100's 2011 "25 days of Harry and Draco" fest. I'm going to attempt a 25 part story. If this works, it'll be the first fic I've written in parts since the age of about 12 XD. Inspired by Vienna Teng's song Antebellum.
“Dad! Dad come look at this!” Harry feels something tugging at the knee of his jeans and looks down to see his youngest son’s face, cheeks tinged pink from the cold. He bends down and picks Al up, cuddling the small boy close to his own body to try to warm him up a little.
“What has you excited this time?” He asks the boy with a grin. Harry loves bringing his children to the park. Each time they manage to find something new and exciting in the now old and familiar landscape. It makes Harry feel both very young and very old. Young because their enthusiasm is catching, and watching the three of them play in the snow reminds him of his own adventures in the snow when he had the chance to play. Old because of how much of a different person he is now, because of everything that’s happened since those years long ago when he too got excitement from jumping in puddles or kicking neatly piled leaves. God, when did he get old enough to have children?
“There’s a boy with a huge snowman and it’s really, really cool!” Albus says quickly, all in one breath. “Can we go and have a look?”
It’s Christmas Eve, and Albus is the only one of Harry’s children who wanted to brave the elements this evening. James and Lily decided to stay indoors with their mother, helping to make mince pies for the morning. Ordinarily Harry would have thought it just a bit too cold to go for a walk, but there was something about this evening that had him longing to be outside. Luckily Albus loved the idea of a trip to the park - he couldn’t wait to get his hands on all that pristine white snow.
And pristine white snow it was, lots of it. Harry was quite amazed when they got there at how few people were actually in the park, how perfect the snow looked on the paths. For some reason, it makes him sad.
“Sure we can,” He says, hugging Albus tighter and rubbing his nose against the boy’s. “Do you think you can walk all that way in the snow, or want me to carry you?”
Albus sighs and cuddles closer to Harry. “Carry please.” Harry’s glad - it won’t be long before Albus is too old to carry. He can’t believe how big James is, and he’s only one year older. “He’s over there.”
Harry smiles and walks in the direction that Albus points, taking in the quiet atmosphere as he does. One of the streetlamps flickers as he walks past, before turning on fully. It’s getting dark, he hopes Albus doesn’t want to stay out too much longer. Ginny will go ballistic if they’re out too long.
It’s not been long at all before Harry spots a clearing to his left, the trees opening up and inviting them inside. Albus wiggles to get down, starts running the moment his feet land on the ground. In the centre of the clearing, just like Albus said there would be, is a big white snowman, and a little blond boy packing snow against its base.
“Hi,” Al says shyly when he reaches boy. “I’m Al, Albus Potter. Can I help with your snowman?”
The other boy looks up and smiles. “Sure.” He says. “I’m Scorpius. Scorpius Malfoy.”
Harry’s heart stops.
“Hello Potter,” A voice says softly. Harry shouldn’t be startled, but he is. The logical conclusion to Scorpius Malfoy being in the clearing is that one of his parents would also be in the clearing, but Harry still isn’t prepared to hear Draco’s voice so close, so soon.
“Draco.” He remains staring at the children playing in the snow, innocent to the tension that Harry can feel filling the air.
Draco sighs. “Come sit down.”
Now Harry glances over to the other man. He’s standing in front of one of the park benches, snow-free so obviously recently used. Harry’s eyes flicker from the bench to Draco, to his hands wrapped warmly in a pair of black gloves, to the flakes of snow decorating his hair, to his eyes.
Draco shakes his head and takes his seat on the bench, smiling at Scorpius when the boy looks over and waves. Harry bites his lip, debating for a moment what to do, then takes the few steps separating the pair of them and sits down next to Draco.
“You have a beautiful son.” Harry says after a few minutes of silence. “He looks just like you.”
Draco smiles. “Thank you.” He nods at Albus. “Yours could be you twenty-odd years ago. You have three, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” Harry grins, watching Albus trying to push a snowball across the ground to make it bigger. “Al is in the middle. James is a year older, Lily’s a year younger.”
“I always knew exactly how you’d name your children.” Draco says wistfully. Harry says nothing. Draco looks like he’s about to say something else, but the moment passes and they remain sitting in silence, watching the two boys try to add a third arm to the snowman.
“It looks like they’re having fun.” Harry says quietly, not wanting to disturb the two.
Draco nods. “I’m glad. Scorpius doesn’t have many friends really. It’s nice for him to play with other children.”
“Do you ever wonder-” Harry begins, but stops. He doesn’t really want to go down that path. Not really.
Draco closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. Focuses his attention firmly on the children. “Don’t.” He whispers. For a moment, he looks so sad. Harry can’t tear his eyes from the other man’s face. “Please don’t.” Draco repeats.
“Ok.” Harry’s voice is almost as soft. He won’t say anything.
But he remembers.