Never Again (cookie)
Title: Never Again
Ships: implied Harry/Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG
Spoilers: HBP
Disclaimer: Say it with me now ~ me ... don't ... own.
Summary: This can’t be happening. Not again. It just can’t.
Authors Notes: I wrote this a while ago but lost it on my hard-drive. I have just found it again and am posting before I forget. :O)
Never Again
Harry sat alone in the thick mud, two mounds of upturned soil in front of him, with one single thought repeating loudly in his head.
This can’t be happening. Not again. It just can’t.
He stared at the dirt he was idly playing with, willing his mind to stop the visions he saw before him. The ones that repeated day and night, whether his eyes were open or closed, whether unshed tears were clouding his vision or he was staring stoically ahead.
The battle. The screams. The smoke. The pain.
And the one image that made him sob and wail and curse. Ron and Hermione jumping in front of him, saving him from the killing curse.
It was like a bad dream he was unable to wake from.
Harry defeated Voldemort, his strength and power coming from a place of blind rage after the two people he loved most in the whole world were killed in front of him. But after it was all said and done, Harry could care less about saving the entire wizarding world. Why should he care, when he was saving it for them?
Even as he stood at the funeral, surrounded by Weasleys and classmates and Order members, it still didn’t feel real. He remembered Remus putting his arm around him, supporting him throughout the entire thing, stopping him from collapsing into a heap or releasing an untold wrath upon all those unfortunate enough to be nearby, whichever came first.
Harry began to sob, wiping away tears with muddy fingers. As the tears fell, a myriad of memories flashed in his mind. A troll. A train. The Room of Requirement. The Department of Mysteries. His first kiss with Hermione. His first kiss with Ron. Their first time together. Their last time together.
“Why?” he cried, over and over. “Why?”
Why did his parents have to sacrifice themselves for him? Why did his best friends, his family, his soul mates have to do the same thing, twenty years later?
Was that his lot in life, to make other people sacrifice themselves just so he could live? If so, he wanted none of it.
Harry conjured two roses and carefully lay them down between the two graves.
I love you. I’m sorry. Never again.
If this was his destiny, Harry was denying it. Because never again would he allow anyone to get so close to him again. This was it. No more. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing anyone else. From now on, he was alone.
I love you.
I’m sorry.
Never again.
Ships: implied Harry/Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG
Spoilers: HBP
Disclaimer: Say it with me now ~ me ... don't ... own.
Summary: This can’t be happening. Not again. It just can’t.
Authors Notes: I wrote this a while ago but lost it on my hard-drive. I have just found it again and am posting before I forget. :O)
Never Again
Harry sat alone in the thick mud, two mounds of upturned soil in front of him, with one single thought repeating loudly in his head.
This can’t be happening. Not again. It just can’t.
He stared at the dirt he was idly playing with, willing his mind to stop the visions he saw before him. The ones that repeated day and night, whether his eyes were open or closed, whether unshed tears were clouding his vision or he was staring stoically ahead.
The battle. The screams. The smoke. The pain.
And the one image that made him sob and wail and curse. Ron and Hermione jumping in front of him, saving him from the killing curse.
It was like a bad dream he was unable to wake from.
Harry defeated Voldemort, his strength and power coming from a place of blind rage after the two people he loved most in the whole world were killed in front of him. But after it was all said and done, Harry could care less about saving the entire wizarding world. Why should he care, when he was saving it for them?
Even as he stood at the funeral, surrounded by Weasleys and classmates and Order members, it still didn’t feel real. He remembered Remus putting his arm around him, supporting him throughout the entire thing, stopping him from collapsing into a heap or releasing an untold wrath upon all those unfortunate enough to be nearby, whichever came first.
Harry began to sob, wiping away tears with muddy fingers. As the tears fell, a myriad of memories flashed in his mind. A troll. A train. The Room of Requirement. The Department of Mysteries. His first kiss with Hermione. His first kiss with Ron. Their first time together. Their last time together.
“Why?” he cried, over and over. “Why?”
Why did his parents have to sacrifice themselves for him? Why did his best friends, his family, his soul mates have to do the same thing, twenty years later?
Was that his lot in life, to make other people sacrifice themselves just so he could live? If so, he wanted none of it.
Harry conjured two roses and carefully lay them down between the two graves.
I love you. I’m sorry. Never again.
If this was his destiny, Harry was denying it. Because never again would he allow anyone to get so close to him again. This was it. No more. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing anyone else. From now on, he was alone.
I love you.
I’m sorry.
Never again.