Fic: Pains of the Past (Harry/Lance)
Title: Pain of the Past, Be Healed
Author: loonie_lupin (ff. net)/nilitara (livejournal)
Fandom: HP, Bones
Rating: PG
Summary: There was only one thing that Harry wished for the new year.
For: crossovers100
Prompt: 095. New Years
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of their respective creator. I own nothing.
095. New Years.
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Harry had troubles believing how much things had changed for him in a matter of months. It seemed it was an eternity ago that he had come to Washington, absolutely clueless to what his future would hold, having no idea on whether or not he was going to take the job that had been offered to him and start and new life in the capital of the United States. He had been all alone back them, with no one to help him find a place in this world he had never imagined survive in for more than eighteen years.
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And now, there he was, only a few months later. He had a steady job, one that he was not only very good at but that he also liked, a boyfriend that understood and accepted him better than anyone had ever done before, someone who had listened as he talked about his past and still wasn’t afraid or in awe of him, so unlike most people in the magical world. More than that, he had found a real family in the rest of the team.
8
He hadn’t met them for a while. His relationship with Lance had been kept secret for a long time, but a hostage situation had changed everything introducing the whole team, not only to him, but also to the magical world. From this moment on, he had been absolutely and completely honest with Lance, and the rest of the team had learnt to know him as well as his world. They had been awkward with him at first, particularly Booth and Brennan, both for different reason, but it had soon turned more comfortable with all of them, due in no small part to Angela who had taken to the existence of magic with a gusto incredible.
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Tonight was New Year’s Eve and they were all reunited in their favorite bar, the one they always went to to celebrate. There was a lot of noise coming from all around them, the other tables also occupying by people partying, which allowed them to talk about anything without any fear of being overheard by anyone. Besides, most patrons were already smashed so they wouldn’t take anything they heard seriously anyway. At least, they could hope because they would find it hard to explain to their boss if the existence of the wizarding world was revealed because of tongues loosened by alcohol.
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Harry had already made the resolution that the year that would follow would be a good one. He wasn’t trying to imitate Trelawney and predict the future, but the year that ended had taken a great turn for him in the middle of the summer and he would be damned if he was going to let it take another turn. He would do everything in his power for his good luck to go on, both for him and his new family, no matter how dysfunctional it was.
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As it was, the alcohol they had been drinking steadily for hours now had apparently made all of them a hell of a lot less reticent about enquiring about his world - not that Angela had ever been too shy to ply him with questions, while Brennan had always asked the questions relevant to whatever situation they were in, no matter how personal it could get. This time, though, they were all participating, except for Lance who had already been told about most of it, Harry having talked a lot to him.
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The ambiance was light, though, and Harry didn’t want to change this by musing on deep memories. Besides, most of them knew had a lot of darkness in his past, especially the time he had spent in the magical world, it was high time they also saw it could be a great place, full of breathtaking adventures and fantastic creatures. As he seemed to have become the official entertainment of their party, he begun to talk about all the amazing things he had seen since his eleventh birthday.
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He told them how the first time he had ever visited Diagon Alley would forever be engraved in his memory, how he had never felt freer than when he was flying, when there was no metal carcass around him, only his faithful broom and sky, how riding on a dragon or other mythological creatures had been a wonder. He told them about Fawkes, his tears and his songs, about the Amazing Boucing Ferret incident, about Fred and George’s departure of Hogwarts.
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Reminiscing on the good times made something in him ache for his school days. Voldemort, the war, it had all eclipsed the happier times in his mind and, usually, all he could think about was the madman who had made his life a living hell, who had defined who he was for so long. It had become almost impossible to think about anything else. Except that now that he was trying to show the good part of the magical world to novices, he was suddenly assaulted by all the blissful memories he had of Ron and Hermione, when they still worried about homework and ball dates more than the next attempt on their life, of Ginny and Neville and Luna, of his first crush, on Cho, before the memories of the beautiful Asian girl had become tainted by the tragedy of Cedric’s death. And his heart sung to be able to see all of this again.
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Maybe, someday, next year, he would take them with him for a visit of his world. There was no way he would ever be able to go back for good, he knew too much time had passed and he liked the non-magical world, like the anonymity it gave him and he would exchange that for nothing. Still, it didn’t mean that he never wanted to see the wizarding world again and he knew what a wonderful feeling it would be to introduce, really introduce, his new family to a world that would make them wonder. He knew they would love it and he could already imagine their reactions: Angela’s awe, Brennan’s infinite list of questions, Booth’s exuberance to all the smallest wonder, Hodgins’ theories about government using that kind of resources, Cam’s careful restraint at subduing her curiosity. And Lance. Lance, who would use all of what he learnt to be able to understand him even better. Yes, he would have to show them.
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And as his lips met Lance’s, when the clock chimed midnight, he could only wish that, one year from now, they would all be there once again, together, as a family.
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