200fic #6
For lyricalnights, who asked for Sirius/Harry, "Words of Wisdom" by Jump Little Children.
Someone needs to capture and return my smut and funny muses, because right now only the bittersweet one seems to be in residence.
Implied slash: SB/RL; HP/RL; HP/SB, but no smut. ~400 words.
“I watched the two of you together, you know.” Harry sat on the floor, ankles crossed, knees upraised, elbows encircling, fingers knotted in front, a pose that was still comfortable for him, poised on his tailbone, toes grazing the floor for balance. His stomach tensed as he rocked slightly, though whether that was to keep him upright or to mask the slight shudder that accompanied the tear sliding down his cheek, a casual spectator would not have been able to discern. He rocked, silent and otherwise motionless, for a long time before he spoke again.
“I was jealous as bloody hell. You should have been all mine, you know. My godfather, parent, friend. But you should have been all his, too. His old friend, only link to your fearsome foursome of marauding fools. His claim was older, so I didn’t say anything because hell, I had years and years to grow up and be your friend and equal and make myself important to you as something other than dead Jamie’s boy.” He let go of his knees, sliding his feet away from each other as the knees fell to leave him sitting cross-legged on the blank floor before the arch, leaning forward to feel the slight breeze of the whispers feather across his tear-streaked face before letting his chin fall to his chest, forehead in his palms over his elbows on his ankles, rocking just a bit, again.
“He had to hold me back. You know that, don’t you? I would have followed. You missed the rest, though, didn’t feel his chest shaking behind your back, didn’t hear the growl that stayed, once he finished yelling at me. He wasn’t yelling at me, wasn’t angry, I mean, but I couldn’t hear him quiet right then.”
“So here it is. I watched the two of you together, and I’m going to make him all right again, because my father once did, and because you did, this last year. He let you, eventually, and he’ll let me, because I think I inherited my stubborn direct from you, and whether he thinks it’s a good idea or not, I do, and I need someone to hold, someone who needs me in a way Ron and Hermione and even Neville don’t.”
He pushed forward, weight on his feet, and stood, uncrossing his legs. “I’m not supposed to be here, so I have to go, but I just thought you should know. Goodbye.”
Someone needs to capture and return my smut and funny muses, because right now only the bittersweet one seems to be in residence.
Implied slash: SB/RL; HP/RL; HP/SB, but no smut. ~400 words.
“I watched the two of you together, you know.” Harry sat on the floor, ankles crossed, knees upraised, elbows encircling, fingers knotted in front, a pose that was still comfortable for him, poised on his tailbone, toes grazing the floor for balance. His stomach tensed as he rocked slightly, though whether that was to keep him upright or to mask the slight shudder that accompanied the tear sliding down his cheek, a casual spectator would not have been able to discern. He rocked, silent and otherwise motionless, for a long time before he spoke again.
“I was jealous as bloody hell. You should have been all mine, you know. My godfather, parent, friend. But you should have been all his, too. His old friend, only link to your fearsome foursome of marauding fools. His claim was older, so I didn’t say anything because hell, I had years and years to grow up and be your friend and equal and make myself important to you as something other than dead Jamie’s boy.” He let go of his knees, sliding his feet away from each other as the knees fell to leave him sitting cross-legged on the blank floor before the arch, leaning forward to feel the slight breeze of the whispers feather across his tear-streaked face before letting his chin fall to his chest, forehead in his palms over his elbows on his ankles, rocking just a bit, again.
“He had to hold me back. You know that, don’t you? I would have followed. You missed the rest, though, didn’t feel his chest shaking behind your back, didn’t hear the growl that stayed, once he finished yelling at me. He wasn’t yelling at me, wasn’t angry, I mean, but I couldn’t hear him quiet right then.”
“So here it is. I watched the two of you together, and I’m going to make him all right again, because my father once did, and because you did, this last year. He let you, eventually, and he’ll let me, because I think I inherited my stubborn direct from you, and whether he thinks it’s a good idea or not, I do, and I need someone to hold, someone who needs me in a way Ron and Hermione and even Neville don’t.”
He pushed forward, weight on his feet, and stood, uncrossing his legs. “I’m not supposed to be here, so I have to go, but I just thought you should know. Goodbye.”