harry potter drabble: "happy christmas, harry"
an early christmas present for me... and for all those h/hr fans out there =D
Title: "happy christmas, harry"
Beta: no one
Rating: PG
Words: 300
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Hermione
Theme/Prompt: harry100 theme #9 - christmas
Warnings/AN: this is set pre/during/post-DH, also i made a little twist to an scene that should have had that twist, because i think it would have made all the difference. other than that, it remains as close to canon as posible
Summary: In which Harry recovers, finally, the happiness of Christmas
Disclaimer: ya know, the usual...
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You’re two years old and sobbing silently.
You watch how that awful kid gets all the happiness of Christmas, and you remember.
You remember a different Christmas not long ago, a vague memory that feels like a dream, where you got presents, happiness, laughter, and a little golden ball flying around while you tried to catch it.
A Christmas where you had a mum and a dad and they loved you very, very much.
“Happy Christmas, Harry.”
You’re two years old and sobbing silently, not knowing that the following Christmases, up until you turn eleven, would be just the same.
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You’re seventeen and on the run.
The last six Christmases, while happier than those of your childhood, weren’t exactly worry-free. But you’ve never expected to spend this Christmas… here.
At Godric’s Hollow, standing before your parents’ graves.
Hermione stands next to you (as she always has), gripping your hand tightly and conjuring Christmas roses for them. As you walk through the kissing gate, arms around each other, she stops and turns to you, placing one tender, innocent kiss on your lips.
“Happy Christmas, Harry…”
You’re seventeen and on the run, feeling so very grateful Hermione chose to stay (with you).
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You’re thirty-six and smiling.
It’s been nineteen years since your last non-too-happy Christmas, since the night your life made an unexpected turn-since you decided to not let the supposed-to-be’s rule your life. Hearts were broken and sometimes you feel guilty, but-
-but then you think of Jamie and Danny and Lily and your wife, with her not-so-bushy hair and serene gaze and lovely smile. Smile that right now is making your heart soar, as always.
“Happy Christmas, Harry.”
You’re thirty-six and smiling, knowing that (finally-just like Hermione) happiness will be a constant for the rest of your life.
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feedback's welcomed =)
Title: "happy christmas, harry"
Beta: no one
Rating: PG
Words: 300
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Hermione
Theme/Prompt: harry100 theme #9 - christmas
Warnings/AN: this is set pre/during/post-DH, also i made a little twist to an scene that should have had that twist, because i think it would have made all the difference. other than that, it remains as close to canon as posible
Summary: In which Harry recovers, finally, the happiness of Christmas
Disclaimer: ya know, the usual...
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You’re two years old and sobbing silently.
You watch how that awful kid gets all the happiness of Christmas, and you remember.
You remember a different Christmas not long ago, a vague memory that feels like a dream, where you got presents, happiness, laughter, and a little golden ball flying around while you tried to catch it.
A Christmas where you had a mum and a dad and they loved you very, very much.
“Happy Christmas, Harry.”
You’re two years old and sobbing silently, not knowing that the following Christmases, up until you turn eleven, would be just the same.
~
You’re seventeen and on the run.
The last six Christmases, while happier than those of your childhood, weren’t exactly worry-free. But you’ve never expected to spend this Christmas… here.
At Godric’s Hollow, standing before your parents’ graves.
Hermione stands next to you (as she always has), gripping your hand tightly and conjuring Christmas roses for them. As you walk through the kissing gate, arms around each other, she stops and turns to you, placing one tender, innocent kiss on your lips.
“Happy Christmas, Harry…”
You’re seventeen and on the run, feeling so very grateful Hermione chose to stay (with you).
~
You’re thirty-six and smiling.
It’s been nineteen years since your last non-too-happy Christmas, since the night your life made an unexpected turn-since you decided to not let the supposed-to-be’s rule your life. Hearts were broken and sometimes you feel guilty, but-
-but then you think of Jamie and Danny and Lily and your wife, with her not-so-bushy hair and serene gaze and lovely smile. Smile that right now is making your heart soar, as always.
“Happy Christmas, Harry.”
You’re thirty-six and smiling, knowing that (finally-just like Hermione) happiness will be a constant for the rest of your life.
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feedback's welcomed =)