Fic: At the Edge of Destiny (9 of 15)
TITLE: At the Edge of Destiny
AUTHOR: lar_laughs
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PAIRING: Kingsley/Dorcas
PROMPT: 07. ruin at rarepair_shorts and 80. forgiveness at 100_tales
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 799
SUMMARY: Dorcas struggles to make sense of this new reality without Kingsley.
WARNINGS: At this point in the prompt table, these stories must be read in order for them to be understood.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of, nor do I make any money from the Harry Potter franchise. I merely dabble in the shadows of the world of JK Rowling created.
The Other Stories in the Forever Was in Your Eyes (Kingsley/Dorcas) canon:
True Visions
Forget the Night Out
I Never Imagined
Name Me
In The Middle of the Night
Waiting
What's Meant to Be
Out of the Loop
Dorcas purposefully stayed away from Order meetings for the next week. When she’d decided on this course of action, she hadn’t seriously thought anyone would miss her. Certainly not the Kingsley. Definitely none of the other members that she had almost completely ignored over the last few months as she found herself immersed in this new relationship she found herself a part of. She wasn’t one to make friends easily but she’d never ruined quite as many as she had of late.
As black as her thoughts were, she did not expect the knock on the door of the flat she had all but given up only the week before. It had been a close thing to find the rent due but she’d scraped it together. She’d been so well fed the last several months that a few days of not eating weren’t going to kill her.
“Who is it?” she called out, thinking perhaps her voice might make the person on the other side realize that they’d come to the wrong place.
There was no answer.
She thought about asking the question again but fear kept her mouth shut. A friend would have answered her. A stranger would have stammered a reply. But an enemy….
Without thinking through her motion, her wand was in her hand and pointed at the door as she looked around for a piece of furniture that might offer some protection if this turned into a fight. The problem was that she owned nothing that wasn’t more at home in a junkpile.
The door exploded open in a rain of wood chips and bright green light that nearly blinded her. She was looking straight into the eyes of the man who wanted her dead. There was nowhere she could run now.
But she could fight. All she needed to do was raise her wand. It didn’t move. She looked down but she wasn’t even holding her wand. As she looked around to see where it was, Dorcas realized she was in the middle of a large park. Children were running after each other, scrambling over benches made of stone. No, not stone. Bones. They shouldn’t be here playing on such morbid equipment. Especially not in the middle of the night like this.
Her attention was drawn back to the Dark Lord as he began to raise his wand. Wasn’t it just pointed at her? There was a stutter in her consciousness, a blur as the timeline righted itself and the wand was back in place.
“What-“
“You must die, witch.” A bright green light arched toward her, bringing her death at a rate of a blink. She blinked. Nothing. Another blink. Still the light was coming toward her.
“I love you, Kingsley,” she called out in anticipation of her death. It felt right that she would think of Kingsley at the end and not the robed demon in front of her.
“Love you, too, Mouse.”
The Death Lord, the green light coming from his wand and the bone benches wavered and evaporated as Dorcas pried open her eyes even though her eyelashes were gummed closed with sleep. The dark eyes she had stared into so often were the only thing she could see, all memories of the dream fading back to the recesses of her subconcious.
Dorcas slid a hand down the mahogony smooth cheek of her lover. He was just as beautiful bending over her today as the first time she remembered him in just this position. She’d been so stupid to think she could just run away from her demons, giving up the time she had left with him just because she wanted to protect him from her destiny.
“A vision?” He was able to keep his eyes from showing his concern but there was a touch of emotion in his voice.
“Just a dream. How did you know I’d be here?”
“Where else would you be? It’s still early enough in the morning that I didn’t figure you’d be galivanting about town. This is your flat, after all. I wouldn’t have expected you to be anywhere else.”
“Thank you for looking for me.”
He allowed his eyes to soften in the way they did right before he kissed her. Due to the strained circumstances between them, he didn’t move forward but his eyes told her everything she needed to know. She had been forgiven her juvenile outburst over her exclusion from the meeting.
There was a question still hanging between them. She had thrown his ring back at him. Neither of them would forget that any time soon. But for now, the phantom of the dream still haunting her, she was just grateful that he had been there to stabilize the ruin of her subconscious for just a little bit longer.
AUTHOR: lar_laughs
FANDOM: Harry Potter
PAIRING: Kingsley/Dorcas
PROMPT: 07. ruin at rarepair_shorts and 80. forgiveness at 100_tales
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 799
SUMMARY: Dorcas struggles to make sense of this new reality without Kingsley.
WARNINGS: At this point in the prompt table, these stories must be read in order for them to be understood.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of, nor do I make any money from the Harry Potter franchise. I merely dabble in the shadows of the world of JK Rowling created.
The Other Stories in the Forever Was in Your Eyes (Kingsley/Dorcas) canon:
True Visions
Forget the Night Out
I Never Imagined
Name Me
In The Middle of the Night
Waiting
What's Meant to Be
Out of the Loop
Dorcas purposefully stayed away from Order meetings for the next week. When she’d decided on this course of action, she hadn’t seriously thought anyone would miss her. Certainly not the Kingsley. Definitely none of the other members that she had almost completely ignored over the last few months as she found herself immersed in this new relationship she found herself a part of. She wasn’t one to make friends easily but she’d never ruined quite as many as she had of late.
As black as her thoughts were, she did not expect the knock on the door of the flat she had all but given up only the week before. It had been a close thing to find the rent due but she’d scraped it together. She’d been so well fed the last several months that a few days of not eating weren’t going to kill her.
“Who is it?” she called out, thinking perhaps her voice might make the person on the other side realize that they’d come to the wrong place.
There was no answer.
She thought about asking the question again but fear kept her mouth shut. A friend would have answered her. A stranger would have stammered a reply. But an enemy….
Without thinking through her motion, her wand was in her hand and pointed at the door as she looked around for a piece of furniture that might offer some protection if this turned into a fight. The problem was that she owned nothing that wasn’t more at home in a junkpile.
The door exploded open in a rain of wood chips and bright green light that nearly blinded her. She was looking straight into the eyes of the man who wanted her dead. There was nowhere she could run now.
But she could fight. All she needed to do was raise her wand. It didn’t move. She looked down but she wasn’t even holding her wand. As she looked around to see where it was, Dorcas realized she was in the middle of a large park. Children were running after each other, scrambling over benches made of stone. No, not stone. Bones. They shouldn’t be here playing on such morbid equipment. Especially not in the middle of the night like this.
Her attention was drawn back to the Dark Lord as he began to raise his wand. Wasn’t it just pointed at her? There was a stutter in her consciousness, a blur as the timeline righted itself and the wand was back in place.
“What-“
“You must die, witch.” A bright green light arched toward her, bringing her death at a rate of a blink. She blinked. Nothing. Another blink. Still the light was coming toward her.
“I love you, Kingsley,” she called out in anticipation of her death. It felt right that she would think of Kingsley at the end and not the robed demon in front of her.
“Love you, too, Mouse.”
The Death Lord, the green light coming from his wand and the bone benches wavered and evaporated as Dorcas pried open her eyes even though her eyelashes were gummed closed with sleep. The dark eyes she had stared into so often were the only thing she could see, all memories of the dream fading back to the recesses of her subconcious.
Dorcas slid a hand down the mahogony smooth cheek of her lover. He was just as beautiful bending over her today as the first time she remembered him in just this position. She’d been so stupid to think she could just run away from her demons, giving up the time she had left with him just because she wanted to protect him from her destiny.
“A vision?” He was able to keep his eyes from showing his concern but there was a touch of emotion in his voice.
“Just a dream. How did you know I’d be here?”
“Where else would you be? It’s still early enough in the morning that I didn’t figure you’d be galivanting about town. This is your flat, after all. I wouldn’t have expected you to be anywhere else.”
“Thank you for looking for me.”
He allowed his eyes to soften in the way they did right before he kissed her. Due to the strained circumstances between them, he didn’t move forward but his eyes told her everything she needed to know. She had been forgiven her juvenile outburst over her exclusion from the meeting.
There was a question still hanging between them. She had thrown his ring back at him. Neither of them would forget that any time soon. But for now, the phantom of the dream still haunting her, she was just grateful that he had been there to stabilize the ruin of her subconscious for just a little bit longer.