[Fic:] Past me, Future you 3
Title: Past me, Future you 3
Author: smirkingcat
Word Count: 951
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 3
The bed is already empty as I wake up the next morning, and it feels cold enough for Harry to be gone for quite some time, if he came to sleep in here at all. I want to believe he did, and I simply missed him coming in. But this might be a lie I tell myself, so I don't go crazy.
Properly dressed I venture out in the house, that once was my home, but now I feel like an intruder. The blank walls make my heart ache again. All the prove of "us" is simply gone... Had Harry found someone new?
No!
I know that is not true, he would not have kissed me the way he did if he had. But then again, he hadn't kissed me at all. I kissed him...
"Harry?" I call and step into the kitchen, where also the dining table has it's place.
"Good morning," Harry replies, looking up from his- is he drinking hot chocolate?
"Good morning?" I reply slightly confused. "What happened to your coffee?" I can't stop to ask, I have to ask, because it was so strange.
"I fancied something different today. I have to go to the workshop. With Christmas this near, I still have lots of work to do," is the terse reply I get.
"Sure," I say and pretend to not be offended by this obvious lie.
What is wrong with you! Why do you get to be upset, when you are the one who erased us from being!
I want to scream that at him, but I don't, because I'm at least still standing tall, Harry just looks defeated.
How can I fix it? How can I help you? What do you need from me?
Is what I want to ask, but I don't dare that either, because I fear what he might answer.
"I'm going to visit my mother," I add, already on my way to the door.
The silence, everything we don't say, things we don't talk about is in the space that once was our relationship, and I can't stand it.
Outside I take a deep breath, enjoying the smell of the grounds covered in snow and laid to rest by the cold of the winter. It's a very specific smell, it speaks from rest, from silence and from possibilities to come.
I always liked this special fragrance of winter, it is less intrusive then the many flowers in early summer, the changing feeling that lies in the air with spring, or the depressing dullness that comes with autumn, when everything dies.
Leaving the cottage behind I turn towards the manor, the feeling of really coming home, finally setting in. Starting to run, to see my mother, to find a place that has not changed, that still is how it ever was.
As it should be the door opens for me and I barge through, running down the hallway, entering the small sun-room, my mother used to enjoy her breakfast in.
Abruptly I halt, taking in the scene before me, taking in my mother, who turns around and looks at me. She still looks the same to me, though there are some more lines in her face, and some silver hiding in her blonde, she is still the same strong person as I always have known her to be.
Now at this age I try to understand, why as a child I thought my father to be the strong one. Was it his imposing figure, his strong cane, the way he spoke? I can't remember. But after seeing my mother getting us through the war, the trials and the hard years after - she is the strongest person I ever met, and I hope that I'll turn out to be more like her than him.
"Draco," she whispers, getting up. Knowing it is me, without having to be told, because she is my mother.
"Mother," I answer and hug her, until she hugs me.
"My little Dragon- welcome home," she says in the same sweet voice she used ever since I first had to go to Hogwarts and returned for Christmas.
"Mom," escapes my lips as I lean down to hide in her shoulder. "It hurts, it's all gone and wrong and it hurts so much," I confess to the one person who never judged me, and loved me at the worst of my times.
"My little Dragon. Such a long way home," she whispers again, stroking through my hair.
"Thank you, for staying mine, for not- for not- Thank you for just being my mother," I say because from all my memories, she is the only person who did not engage the strange child I had been. She was only mine, and mine alone.
"I knew you would come back to me, you always do, my Draco." As she kissed my cheek, my tears start to wet her dress, but it doesn't bother me, I cried in her dresses many times before, and afterwards she would pretend I didn't.
"I feel so wrong mother, and Harry is behaving so strangely too- lying to me, not coming to bed, not talking I can't take it. Can't take him treating me in such a manner," I confess because I'm overwhelmed by it already, after just one day of being awake.
"Come now, Draco," mother says with the tiny smile on her lips, before she sits down, taking me with her, so that I knee in front of her, my head in her lap.
"Things will need time, for the both of you," she adds softly, and I just enjoy her caresses, letting time pass until I no long can ignore my own hunger.
Part 4
Author: smirkingcat
Word Count: 951
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 3
The bed is already empty as I wake up the next morning, and it feels cold enough for Harry to be gone for quite some time, if he came to sleep in here at all. I want to believe he did, and I simply missed him coming in. But this might be a lie I tell myself, so I don't go crazy.
Properly dressed I venture out in the house, that once was my home, but now I feel like an intruder. The blank walls make my heart ache again. All the prove of "us" is simply gone... Had Harry found someone new?
No!
I know that is not true, he would not have kissed me the way he did if he had. But then again, he hadn't kissed me at all. I kissed him...
"Harry?" I call and step into the kitchen, where also the dining table has it's place.
"Good morning," Harry replies, looking up from his- is he drinking hot chocolate?
"Good morning?" I reply slightly confused. "What happened to your coffee?" I can't stop to ask, I have to ask, because it was so strange.
"I fancied something different today. I have to go to the workshop. With Christmas this near, I still have lots of work to do," is the terse reply I get.
"Sure," I say and pretend to not be offended by this obvious lie.
What is wrong with you! Why do you get to be upset, when you are the one who erased us from being!
I want to scream that at him, but I don't, because I'm at least still standing tall, Harry just looks defeated.
How can I fix it? How can I help you? What do you need from me?
Is what I want to ask, but I don't dare that either, because I fear what he might answer.
"I'm going to visit my mother," I add, already on my way to the door.
The silence, everything we don't say, things we don't talk about is in the space that once was our relationship, and I can't stand it.
Outside I take a deep breath, enjoying the smell of the grounds covered in snow and laid to rest by the cold of the winter. It's a very specific smell, it speaks from rest, from silence and from possibilities to come.
I always liked this special fragrance of winter, it is less intrusive then the many flowers in early summer, the changing feeling that lies in the air with spring, or the depressing dullness that comes with autumn, when everything dies.
Leaving the cottage behind I turn towards the manor, the feeling of really coming home, finally setting in. Starting to run, to see my mother, to find a place that has not changed, that still is how it ever was.
As it should be the door opens for me and I barge through, running down the hallway, entering the small sun-room, my mother used to enjoy her breakfast in.
Abruptly I halt, taking in the scene before me, taking in my mother, who turns around and looks at me. She still looks the same to me, though there are some more lines in her face, and some silver hiding in her blonde, she is still the same strong person as I always have known her to be.
Now at this age I try to understand, why as a child I thought my father to be the strong one. Was it his imposing figure, his strong cane, the way he spoke? I can't remember. But after seeing my mother getting us through the war, the trials and the hard years after - she is the strongest person I ever met, and I hope that I'll turn out to be more like her than him.
"Draco," she whispers, getting up. Knowing it is me, without having to be told, because she is my mother.
"Mother," I answer and hug her, until she hugs me.
"My little Dragon- welcome home," she says in the same sweet voice she used ever since I first had to go to Hogwarts and returned for Christmas.
"Mom," escapes my lips as I lean down to hide in her shoulder. "It hurts, it's all gone and wrong and it hurts so much," I confess to the one person who never judged me, and loved me at the worst of my times.
"My little Dragon. Such a long way home," she whispers again, stroking through my hair.
"Thank you, for staying mine, for not- for not- Thank you for just being my mother," I say because from all my memories, she is the only person who did not engage the strange child I had been. She was only mine, and mine alone.
"I knew you would come back to me, you always do, my Draco." As she kissed my cheek, my tears start to wet her dress, but it doesn't bother me, I cried in her dresses many times before, and afterwards she would pretend I didn't.
"I feel so wrong mother, and Harry is behaving so strangely too- lying to me, not coming to bed, not talking I can't take it. Can't take him treating me in such a manner," I confess because I'm overwhelmed by it already, after just one day of being awake.
"Come now, Draco," mother says with the tiny smile on her lips, before she sits down, taking me with her, so that I knee in front of her, my head in her lap.
"Things will need time, for the both of you," she adds softly, and I just enjoy her caresses, letting time pass until I no long can ignore my own hunger.
Part 4