[Fic:] Past me, Future you 2
Title: Past me, Future you 2
Author: smirkingcat
Word Count: 601
Rating: PG
Warning: unbetaed, angst
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Find Part 1 of the To meet you again series here, and the first part of Past me, Future you here
today there will be a double feature, as yesterday my head simply hurt to much- the evil cold is on its rise but believe me, i'm fighting it nail and teeth!
Past me, Future you 2
"Potter" I scream, my throat hurting, as my voice scratches. Furious only starts to describe me, right now.
"Wha-" Potter comes running.
"Remove it! Remove it now, or I swear on my ancestors graves I'll remove you from these grounds!" I shout, as I'm struggling to get up. There is a ringing in my ears, and my skull feels like it's about to crack, but apparently there is no blood- Potter would have reacted to the sight of blood.
"I- Yes, of course- but are you ok?" he asks, stepping to me- not removing the wards.
"Harry," I pause, as to not rip out his heart and instead take a deep breath, "we both know, that now is not a good time for you to talk to me. Remove the ward, and then leave me be, because otherwise I- I-"
The deep hurt in his eyes, his fallen face, makes me stop. It's not his fault. I look away, as my heart aches for him. Normally I would step up to him, say something silly, ask for a moment, reassure that all will be fine, but I can't do that now. Nothing feels fine, and inside myself i just want to run to him, and cry at his shoulder and complain- a behaviour I stopped before I turned eleven- the crying, it took the Dark Mark and his Dark Sucker himself to get me out of complaining.
"Please, I'm tired of this day, I just- can't we go to sleep?" I ask unsure, staring at the personalized wards, which only are there to keep me out. Only as I really focus on the magic, I see the hiding-charm beneath. A memory of the cottage is in my mind, where this corridor and the door here doesn't exist. I take a deep breath. It doesn't change anything.
Though nothing is the same.
"I'm sorry," Harry mumbles, and the wards melt away. "I was just trying- coping with everything... I hadn't dared to hope you would- to have you back," he adds tiredly, and leans against the wall.
Without hesitation I step up to him, and kiss him softly. I try not to wince. I noticed it in the hospital too: Harry tastes different, bitter and rough, not as rich and interesting or even borderline sweet as he used to. Or was that also just in my mind?
He sighs against my lips, and his arms move around my waist to pull me in closer, before he suddenly pushes me away: "So-sorry, but... you are tired, and want to shower, and I shall try to make this place look normal again, before I go to bed too," he tries to smile at me, but his eyes are empty.
"Okay," is the only answer I can give, "Okay, so- good night," I nod and step into our bedroom, relax in the familiarity of it, and how it hasn't changed. There was even the book I had been so excited about.
As I close the door and lean against it, the tears are running down my face:
Three years and nearly ten months- time gone without me ever knowing. I have memories, some seem so random I don't dare to assume they are real, and then there is the last half year. I'm embarrassed by the way I behaved.
Three years and nearly ten months. Time that passed without me. So much was supposed to happen.
I pick up my right hand and look at the empty fingers: my engagement ring! It's gone too.
Three years and nearly ten months and one engagement ring. Lost.
Part 3
Author: smirkingcat
Word Count: 601
Rating: PG
Warning: unbetaed, angst
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Find Part 1 of the To meet you again series here, and the first part of Past me, Future you here
today there will be a double feature, as yesterday my head simply hurt to much- the evil cold is on its rise but believe me, i'm fighting it nail and teeth!
Past me, Future you 2
"Potter" I scream, my throat hurting, as my voice scratches. Furious only starts to describe me, right now.
"Wha-" Potter comes running.
"Remove it! Remove it now, or I swear on my ancestors graves I'll remove you from these grounds!" I shout, as I'm struggling to get up. There is a ringing in my ears, and my skull feels like it's about to crack, but apparently there is no blood- Potter would have reacted to the sight of blood.
"I- Yes, of course- but are you ok?" he asks, stepping to me- not removing the wards.
"Harry," I pause, as to not rip out his heart and instead take a deep breath, "we both know, that now is not a good time for you to talk to me. Remove the ward, and then leave me be, because otherwise I- I-"
The deep hurt in his eyes, his fallen face, makes me stop. It's not his fault. I look away, as my heart aches for him. Normally I would step up to him, say something silly, ask for a moment, reassure that all will be fine, but I can't do that now. Nothing feels fine, and inside myself i just want to run to him, and cry at his shoulder and complain- a behaviour I stopped before I turned eleven- the crying, it took the Dark Mark and his Dark Sucker himself to get me out of complaining.
"Please, I'm tired of this day, I just- can't we go to sleep?" I ask unsure, staring at the personalized wards, which only are there to keep me out. Only as I really focus on the magic, I see the hiding-charm beneath. A memory of the cottage is in my mind, where this corridor and the door here doesn't exist. I take a deep breath. It doesn't change anything.
Though nothing is the same.
"I'm sorry," Harry mumbles, and the wards melt away. "I was just trying- coping with everything... I hadn't dared to hope you would- to have you back," he adds tiredly, and leans against the wall.
Without hesitation I step up to him, and kiss him softly. I try not to wince. I noticed it in the hospital too: Harry tastes different, bitter and rough, not as rich and interesting or even borderline sweet as he used to. Or was that also just in my mind?
He sighs against my lips, and his arms move around my waist to pull me in closer, before he suddenly pushes me away: "So-sorry, but... you are tired, and want to shower, and I shall try to make this place look normal again, before I go to bed too," he tries to smile at me, but his eyes are empty.
"Okay," is the only answer I can give, "Okay, so- good night," I nod and step into our bedroom, relax in the familiarity of it, and how it hasn't changed. There was even the book I had been so excited about.
As I close the door and lean against it, the tears are running down my face:
Three years and nearly ten months- time gone without me ever knowing. I have memories, some seem so random I don't dare to assume they are real, and then there is the last half year. I'm embarrassed by the way I behaved.
Three years and nearly ten months. Time that passed without me. So much was supposed to happen.
I pick up my right hand and look at the empty fingers: my engagement ring! It's gone too.
Three years and nearly ten months and one engagement ring. Lost.
Part 3