Goddamn it.
Another story idea has showed up to harass me. It is even more clichéd than usual. It also wants to be a novel. My efforts to convince it to be a nice mid-length story instead have failed.
At least I cannot write it right now because I am working on two novel-length fics already! Ha ha!
This takes off directly from the Book 7 epilogue. The Hogwarts Express carrying off James and Albus blurs, and Harry wakes up in St. Mungo's. Turns out that the last nineteen years were the result of a powerful new potion Harry took in curiosity about what his life would have been like if he'd married Ginny and had kids with her. The potion reacted oddly to his brain chemistry and lasted much longer than it should have, though, and Harry's spent the last month in a coma. Worse, the potion has caused him brain damage. He's lost the memories of his last nineteen years- when he became involved in an extremely intense on-again, off-again relationship with Draco, which has recently settled a little- and the Healers tell him the loss of his memories is permanent. And it is. No magical loopholes to fix this one.
Harry finds himself in the middle of a complicated life he doesn't know anything about: he's a retired Quidditch player instead of an Auror; he and Draco have about three million memories together after nineteen years of fucking, fighting, yelling, loving, and swearing they never wanted to see each other again that he won't recover; Draco, during one of the irruptions in their relationship, sired an illegitimate son, Raven (his mother was a Wiccan), who's now thirteen and going through a "difficult period"; Ron and Hermione have four children instead of two and relationship difficulties; Ginny is married to Dean Thomas and has children of her own; George committed suicide a few years ago; Harry had a massive fight with Bill about something or other at George's funeral that he can't even remember and which Bill won't speak to him about. This life is far more complex than the one he dreamed of, marked by sorrow as well as joy. And of course Draco is dealing with pain as well, which Harry tries to respect even as he knows he can't understand it.
Both the people he was for the past nineteen years are gone. He'll just have to muddle along as best as he can, while trying to make it worth Draco's while to tolerate the muddling. If that's what they both want. If they both wouldn't rather be free, because this is one difficulty too many.
See? Horribly clichéd. Very, very domestic, which is not a genre of fic I've ever written at length without action coming along to interrupt it. It has no title yet, which is entirely what it deserves.
And yet it will probably get written, because they always do.
At least I cannot write it right now because I am working on two novel-length fics already! Ha ha!
This takes off directly from the Book 7 epilogue. The Hogwarts Express carrying off James and Albus blurs, and Harry wakes up in St. Mungo's. Turns out that the last nineteen years were the result of a powerful new potion Harry took in curiosity about what his life would have been like if he'd married Ginny and had kids with her. The potion reacted oddly to his brain chemistry and lasted much longer than it should have, though, and Harry's spent the last month in a coma. Worse, the potion has caused him brain damage. He's lost the memories of his last nineteen years- when he became involved in an extremely intense on-again, off-again relationship with Draco, which has recently settled a little- and the Healers tell him the loss of his memories is permanent. And it is. No magical loopholes to fix this one.
Harry finds himself in the middle of a complicated life he doesn't know anything about: he's a retired Quidditch player instead of an Auror; he and Draco have about three million memories together after nineteen years of fucking, fighting, yelling, loving, and swearing they never wanted to see each other again that he won't recover; Draco, during one of the irruptions in their relationship, sired an illegitimate son, Raven (his mother was a Wiccan), who's now thirteen and going through a "difficult period"; Ron and Hermione have four children instead of two and relationship difficulties; Ginny is married to Dean Thomas and has children of her own; George committed suicide a few years ago; Harry had a massive fight with Bill about something or other at George's funeral that he can't even remember and which Bill won't speak to him about. This life is far more complex than the one he dreamed of, marked by sorrow as well as joy. And of course Draco is dealing with pain as well, which Harry tries to respect even as he knows he can't understand it.
Both the people he was for the past nineteen years are gone. He'll just have to muddle along as best as he can, while trying to make it worth Draco's while to tolerate the muddling. If that's what they both want. If they both wouldn't rather be free, because this is one difficulty too many.
See? Horribly clichéd. Very, very domestic, which is not a genre of fic I've ever written at length without action coming along to interrupt it. It has no title yet, which is entirely what it deserves.
And yet it will probably get written, because they always do.