I think im getting the hang of this
Ok,onwards...
Title: Not coming back:
Pairing: None
Summary: I originally wrote this bout my Nana, who died when i was 7. Then bout 2 years ago, i found it and figured it could be used in a Harry context, about Cedric's death. (EDWARD CULLEN!!!!) Sorry
Curiously, there are times when I forget you. It’s terrible, but it’s true.
I forget you’re gone and not coming back.
Sometimes I forget that you were ever here at all.
And when I do remember, I hate myself for that.
I can still feel my heart breaking with the reality: you’re not coming back.
I can remember screaming “No!” and I can remember the tears and anger and regret. Why did you have to go?
When I do remember you’re not coming back, I try not to forget. I’m sorry I always do. I’m sorry you’re not coming back.
Title: Remembering a promise
Pairing: None, harry centric
Summary: I always knew he'd name his firstborn son James. Harry takes him to Cedric Diggory's grave.
Harry walked silently between the snow covered trees, over the snow covered forest floor. Harry’s son was asleep on his back, and he was growing rather heavy, but Harry didn’t mind. It was nearly dusk, and they had been walking for hours, but Harry was not at all weary. He ploughed on relentlessly, but was relieved when he broke from the trees, and out of the snow, onto a cleared cobblestone path. He followed it up, passing gravestones on either side of the walkway. The sky overhead was dreary and grey. Harry halted in front of a large marble tombstone, and carefully swung James to the ground.
The name on the gravestone read Cedric Diggory. Harry stood there without speaking for a long time, until his son said, “Daddy? Who was Cedric Diggory?” Harry glanced down into his son’s green eyes and smiled.
“Cedric Diggory was a good man, Jamie.” “Why did he die?” “Because of Voldemort.” “Oh... were you there?” “Yes, Jaime, I was.” “Did you try to help him?”
Harry closed his eyes, memories rushing back, “Yes. Yes I did. But you can’t save everyone. Especially not when Voldemort’s the one trying to kill them.” Harry’s heart was hurting. “But Voldemort’s gone.” “That’s right, Jaime. Voldemort’s gone.”
Harry looked down at James again; his son was staring intently at Cedric’s grave.
Harry was standing there to honour a deceased hero and fallen friend. Harry was standing there to show Cedric he still remembered the promises he’d made when Cedric died. Out loud, Harry had promised to take Cedric’s body back to his parents. He’d kept that promise. And in his heart, Harry had promised to never forget Cedric Diggory. He’d kept that promise too.
“Remember a boy
Who was good
And kind and brave
Because he strayed
Across the path
Of Lord Voldemort.
Remember Cedric Diggory.”
Yes; he’d kept that promise too.
Title: Except
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Set at the end of HBP, when he tells her to eff off, cos he'd rather kill Voldie than be with her
“Beneath the stains of time,
The feelings disappear,
You are someone else,
And I am still right here.”
You think that you don’t love him anymore.
You think you never did and never will.
You think that you are completely and totally 100% over him.
You think that he broke your heart when he left you behind.
You think that he stopped loving you.
You think that he never did.
You think that he lied; you think everything he ever told you was a lie.
You think that you hate him.
You think that he’s a waste of time.
You think he’s not worth thinking about.
You think he doesn’t love you anymore.
You think he doesn’t care.
You think he’s a liar and a jerk and a heartbreaker.
And you think that you hate yourself so very, very, very, very much for believing him, and caring about him and for falling in love with him.
And you think that you hate him so very, very, very, very much for leaving you and lying to you and for never loving you.
Except you know that not one word of what you think is true.
You love him.
You always will.
And you think that nothing will ever change that.
And that’s the truest thing you’ve ever said in your whole life.
Because you love him... and you will never ever stop.
“If I could start again,
A million miles away,
I would keep myself,
I would find a way.”
Title: One Regret
Pairing: Harry/Cho onesided.
Summary: Harry watches Cho sleep and wishes he was the man she wants him to be.
“The one regret I have of my life is that I am not somebody else.”
Woody Allen.
Harry James Potter lay next to his fiancée, studying her as she slept. Her glossy hair was fanned out across the pillow and her dark lashes swept her cheek. There was a gentle, blissful smile playing across her lips.
Oh, Harry loved her.
And in the morning, she would be his wife... She would be Cho Potter.
Harry could not sleep, but it wasn’t because he was happy, or nervous, or excited. It was because he was sad. It would be absolutely mental for any other man in the world who was 8 hours away from marrying the woman of his dreams to feel sad the night before their wedding.
But Harry had a perfectly valid reason. The woman he was going to marry didn’t love him.He loved her; and yes, she certainly cared for him. But she didn’t love him. He didn’t blame her; really, she was probably a lot sadder then he was, even though she wasn’t letting on. But he could tell.
He wasn’t stupid; just in love. Harry wondered, perhaps, if Cho was dreaming of the man she did love. Harry wondered if she was dreaming of Cedric. Harry knew that she was; she was smiling, after all. And she only smiled in her sleep, because she was dreaming of Cedric. Cedric... amazing, kind, brilliant, extraordinary Cedric... Cho loved him. It was Cedric she should have been marrying tomorrow, Harry knew, not him. Harry could never ever hope to measure up to the guy Cedric had been. Sure, Harry had defeated Voldemort... but Cho loved Cedric, and that was what made him the better man. Or, at least, had made him the better man, before Voldemort had killed him...
Cho wished Harry was Cedric.
Harry didn’t begrudge her that; Harry wished it too.
“Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can’t trade your heart’s desire for is your heart.”
Lois McMaster Bujold.
Title: Heart's desire
Pairing: R/HR
Summary: Ron looks into the mirror of Erised
It’s you.
I’m staring into the silvery depths of the mirror, and all I see is you.
Once upon a time, I saw myself wearing the Head Boy badge. I’m wearing that in reality. (And of course, you’re Head Girl.)
Once upon a time, I saw myself as Quidditch Captain, the band Harry left for me is on my arm. (He’s chasing Voldemort. He left us; the Order’s been trying to track him, but...)
Once upon a time, I saw myself being better than my brothers. I didn’t think it would ever be true. (Yet now it is... I’ve done more than they could ever dream of; they told me so themselves. And I love them all the more for that.)
I found the mirror again. Dumbledore hid it, I won’t tell you where, because it’s a dangerous thing. But I found it again.
I didn’t know what to expect to see; I had everything I’d ever hoped for. Except one thing.
The mirror showed me my heart’s desire:
It’s you.
Do you know how much I want you? Do you know how much I need you? Do you how much I love you?
It’s you. It’s you.
It’s you.
“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the thing it has forbidden itself.” Oscar Wilde. ‘The picture of Dorian Grey.’
Title: Forbidden
Pairing:Dramione
It was unheard of.
It was obscene.
It just was not done.
How it had started, no one knew.
But the enmity had been covering the fast growing attraction between the two in question for some time, there was proof enough of that;
The staring that turned into glares when eyes met,
The smiling that switched upside down when any attention was given,
The hateful comments that would have had a much bigger impact had the speaker actually sounded like they meant what they were saying....
And so on and so forth, until one day, he cracked.
I’m not going to tell you what happened, but I’ll say this: one moment they were screaming at each other in hatred/anger/disgust/etc, and the next moment they... well... they weren’t.
The situation they found themselves caught up in continued for some time.
Although they didn’t tell anybody.
That just would’ve been stupid.
Besides it wasn’t like they were in love or anything, I mean, what would their parents say for one thing.
Besides, he was a vile Slytherin, and she was a noble Gryffindor.
Enough said.
Yet the cat was finally let out of the bag.
They were seen.
In about half an hour, the whole school knew.
They had no choice; they had to end it all.
Because it was simply unheard of.
It was absolutely obscene.
It just shouldn’t have been done.
He was Slytherin.
She was Gryffindor.
It was foolish, it was stupid, it was a huge mistake, and more than anything else, it was forbidden.
It was forbidden.
That’s why it ended. That’s why it started.
If it hadn’t have been forbidden, it never would have happened.
If it hadn’t have been forbidden, then she never would have fallen in love with him and he never would have fallen in love with her.
Right?
Title: Not coming back:
Pairing: None
Summary: I originally wrote this bout my Nana, who died when i was 7. Then bout 2 years ago, i found it and figured it could be used in a Harry context, about Cedric's death. (EDWARD CULLEN!!!!) Sorry
Curiously, there are times when I forget you. It’s terrible, but it’s true.
I forget you’re gone and not coming back.
Sometimes I forget that you were ever here at all.
And when I do remember, I hate myself for that.
I can still feel my heart breaking with the reality: you’re not coming back.
I can remember screaming “No!” and I can remember the tears and anger and regret. Why did you have to go?
When I do remember you’re not coming back, I try not to forget. I’m sorry I always do. I’m sorry you’re not coming back.
Title: Remembering a promise
Pairing: None, harry centric
Summary: I always knew he'd name his firstborn son James. Harry takes him to Cedric Diggory's grave.
Harry walked silently between the snow covered trees, over the snow covered forest floor. Harry’s son was asleep on his back, and he was growing rather heavy, but Harry didn’t mind. It was nearly dusk, and they had been walking for hours, but Harry was not at all weary. He ploughed on relentlessly, but was relieved when he broke from the trees, and out of the snow, onto a cleared cobblestone path. He followed it up, passing gravestones on either side of the walkway. The sky overhead was dreary and grey. Harry halted in front of a large marble tombstone, and carefully swung James to the ground.
The name on the gravestone read Cedric Diggory. Harry stood there without speaking for a long time, until his son said, “Daddy? Who was Cedric Diggory?” Harry glanced down into his son’s green eyes and smiled.
“Cedric Diggory was a good man, Jamie.” “Why did he die?” “Because of Voldemort.” “Oh... were you there?” “Yes, Jaime, I was.” “Did you try to help him?”
Harry closed his eyes, memories rushing back, “Yes. Yes I did. But you can’t save everyone. Especially not when Voldemort’s the one trying to kill them.” Harry’s heart was hurting. “But Voldemort’s gone.” “That’s right, Jaime. Voldemort’s gone.”
Harry looked down at James again; his son was staring intently at Cedric’s grave.
Harry was standing there to honour a deceased hero and fallen friend. Harry was standing there to show Cedric he still remembered the promises he’d made when Cedric died. Out loud, Harry had promised to take Cedric’s body back to his parents. He’d kept that promise. And in his heart, Harry had promised to never forget Cedric Diggory. He’d kept that promise too.
“Remember a boy
Who was good
And kind and brave
Because he strayed
Across the path
Of Lord Voldemort.
Remember Cedric Diggory.”
Yes; he’d kept that promise too.
Title: Except
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Set at the end of HBP, when he tells her to eff off, cos he'd rather kill Voldie than be with her
“Beneath the stains of time,
The feelings disappear,
You are someone else,
And I am still right here.”
You think that you don’t love him anymore.
You think you never did and never will.
You think that you are completely and totally 100% over him.
You think that he broke your heart when he left you behind.
You think that he stopped loving you.
You think that he never did.
You think that he lied; you think everything he ever told you was a lie.
You think that you hate him.
You think that he’s a waste of time.
You think he’s not worth thinking about.
You think he doesn’t love you anymore.
You think he doesn’t care.
You think he’s a liar and a jerk and a heartbreaker.
And you think that you hate yourself so very, very, very, very much for believing him, and caring about him and for falling in love with him.
And you think that you hate him so very, very, very, very much for leaving you and lying to you and for never loving you.
Except you know that not one word of what you think is true.
You love him.
You always will.
And you think that nothing will ever change that.
And that’s the truest thing you’ve ever said in your whole life.
Because you love him... and you will never ever stop.
“If I could start again,
A million miles away,
I would keep myself,
I would find a way.”
Title: One Regret
Pairing: Harry/Cho onesided.
Summary: Harry watches Cho sleep and wishes he was the man she wants him to be.
“The one regret I have of my life is that I am not somebody else.”
Woody Allen.
Harry James Potter lay next to his fiancée, studying her as she slept. Her glossy hair was fanned out across the pillow and her dark lashes swept her cheek. There was a gentle, blissful smile playing across her lips.
Oh, Harry loved her.
And in the morning, she would be his wife... She would be Cho Potter.
Harry could not sleep, but it wasn’t because he was happy, or nervous, or excited. It was because he was sad. It would be absolutely mental for any other man in the world who was 8 hours away from marrying the woman of his dreams to feel sad the night before their wedding.
But Harry had a perfectly valid reason. The woman he was going to marry didn’t love him.He loved her; and yes, she certainly cared for him. But she didn’t love him. He didn’t blame her; really, she was probably a lot sadder then he was, even though she wasn’t letting on. But he could tell.
He wasn’t stupid; just in love. Harry wondered, perhaps, if Cho was dreaming of the man she did love. Harry wondered if she was dreaming of Cedric. Harry knew that she was; she was smiling, after all. And she only smiled in her sleep, because she was dreaming of Cedric. Cedric... amazing, kind, brilliant, extraordinary Cedric... Cho loved him. It was Cedric she should have been marrying tomorrow, Harry knew, not him. Harry could never ever hope to measure up to the guy Cedric had been. Sure, Harry had defeated Voldemort... but Cho loved Cedric, and that was what made him the better man. Or, at least, had made him the better man, before Voldemort had killed him...
Cho wished Harry was Cedric.
Harry didn’t begrudge her that; Harry wished it too.
“Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can’t trade your heart’s desire for is your heart.”
Lois McMaster Bujold.
Title: Heart's desire
Pairing: R/HR
Summary: Ron looks into the mirror of Erised
It’s you.
I’m staring into the silvery depths of the mirror, and all I see is you.
Once upon a time, I saw myself wearing the Head Boy badge. I’m wearing that in reality. (And of course, you’re Head Girl.)
Once upon a time, I saw myself as Quidditch Captain, the band Harry left for me is on my arm. (He’s chasing Voldemort. He left us; the Order’s been trying to track him, but...)
Once upon a time, I saw myself being better than my brothers. I didn’t think it would ever be true. (Yet now it is... I’ve done more than they could ever dream of; they told me so themselves. And I love them all the more for that.)
I found the mirror again. Dumbledore hid it, I won’t tell you where, because it’s a dangerous thing. But I found it again.
I didn’t know what to expect to see; I had everything I’d ever hoped for. Except one thing.
The mirror showed me my heart’s desire:
It’s you.
Do you know how much I want you? Do you know how much I need you? Do you how much I love you?
It’s you. It’s you.
It’s you.
“The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the thing it has forbidden itself.” Oscar Wilde. ‘The picture of Dorian Grey.’
Title: Forbidden
Pairing:Dramione
It was unheard of.
It was obscene.
It just was not done.
How it had started, no one knew.
But the enmity had been covering the fast growing attraction between the two in question for some time, there was proof enough of that;
The staring that turned into glares when eyes met,
The smiling that switched upside down when any attention was given,
The hateful comments that would have had a much bigger impact had the speaker actually sounded like they meant what they were saying....
And so on and so forth, until one day, he cracked.
I’m not going to tell you what happened, but I’ll say this: one moment they were screaming at each other in hatred/anger/disgust/etc, and the next moment they... well... they weren’t.
The situation they found themselves caught up in continued for some time.
Although they didn’t tell anybody.
That just would’ve been stupid.
Besides it wasn’t like they were in love or anything, I mean, what would their parents say for one thing.
Besides, he was a vile Slytherin, and she was a noble Gryffindor.
Enough said.
Yet the cat was finally let out of the bag.
They were seen.
In about half an hour, the whole school knew.
They had no choice; they had to end it all.
Because it was simply unheard of.
It was absolutely obscene.
It just shouldn’t have been done.
He was Slytherin.
She was Gryffindor.
It was foolish, it was stupid, it was a huge mistake, and more than anything else, it was forbidden.
It was forbidden.
That’s why it ended. That’s why it started.
If it hadn’t have been forbidden, it never would have happened.
If it hadn’t have been forbidden, then she never would have fallen in love with him and he never would have fallen in love with her.
Right?