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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,604
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Trust
Title: Trust
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: Lite HBP and DH spoilers
Summary: #12 – Trust. Trust is only for those who prove themselves worthy.
Word Count: 713 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words,
Prompt 12 – Trust
Albus’ last words to Severus Snape were written thus:
When your heart breaks, a funny thing happens. You suddenly trust no one. That was how I felt after Ariana was killed.
I had loved him so profoundly that when I realized my folly, I saw everything, myself and the world in shadows. I trusted no one with my heart, not even myself. As he had been incapable of love, I tried to make myself the same.
I failed.
I then supposed that if one was incapable of love, they must be born that way. Those capable of love simply cannot switch off that ability when they have suffered. It was then I learned, years after he fled, that I was the better man, the stronger man because I could love. All the same, the lesson had been learned. Trust can only be given to those who prove themselves worthy. This proof is discerned by trials…tests I pose to those who I would like to trust, to learn whether they are worthy of that trust.
Through the years after he left me, I knew that it would be my duty to stop him eventually. I began to question what it had been that had led me to fall so hard for him.
Charisma. It had been charisma.
He had been two years younger than me, but he shone like the brightest star in the sky, like the brightest phoenix fire. He was beautiful, he was brilliant, and he was charismatic.
I bought into his delusion…I created my own delusions. I believed for approximately eight months that he loved me, that together, side-by-side, we would change the world…save everyone from themselves. Two handsome princes, two sages, we would lead the world into a light so bright, into a world so perfect that we would live together…like gods.
I loved him, he tricked me into loving him. His touches, his kisses, his laughter, it was bait into a trap he had constructed so neatly to siphon information from me…about the Hallows.
I wondered for a long time if he had ever really needed me after all.
My anger, my mistrust, as well as my love, which had lain dormant for forty-five years, had been what saved me in the end…what helped me defeat him. Even as he begged for death as I sealed him into the prison he had made for so many other innocents, I loved him. I kissed his brow, and sealed him away for a lifetime…
“This is for the ‘greater good,’ Gellert,” I whispered, as his voice screamed at me, begging for mercy. My words had not been lost on him.
The ‘Greater Good.’ Just seeing those words above the prison doors made my heart break again. It had been ‘our’ words, ‘our’ ideal.
I could never trust anyone with those ideals again.
In Tom Riddle, I saw that same charisma Gellert had…and it repulsed me. I saw it again in the students I taught, the professors around me…and I knew that I could not trust anyone…
That is, until the day you stood before me, reporting in as my new Potions Master.
Whatever charismatic notions you had were either buried so deep that I could not sense it, or simply, you had none. You had always been an enigma, and for that, and your discretion, I knew I could trust you implicitly. You reminded me of myself not long after Gellert left me…cold, calculating, keen, and aggressive.
If I had ever had a son, you would have been it, Severus. I do not pity your past pains, but I view them as what has made you what you are now…a warrior of sorts. I wonder, have I ever seen your true face? I do trust you, no matter what face you wear.
My trust in you, is why you must do what must be done. You must not waver, you must not fear. I can trust you to do what you must to ensure that there is a future for every one of those young souls who have placed their trust in us.
Be well, Severus, my son…you shall right so many of the wrongs. I have trust in that.
‘ab imo pectore’
Albus Percival Brian Wulfic Dumbledore
June 1, 1997
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: Lite HBP and DH spoilers
Summary: #12 – Trust. Trust is only for those who prove themselves worthy.
Word Count: 713 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words,
Prompt 12 – Trust
Albus’ last words to Severus Snape were written thus:
When your heart breaks, a funny thing happens. You suddenly trust no one. That was how I felt after Ariana was killed.
I had loved him so profoundly that when I realized my folly, I saw everything, myself and the world in shadows. I trusted no one with my heart, not even myself. As he had been incapable of love, I tried to make myself the same.
I failed.
I then supposed that if one was incapable of love, they must be born that way. Those capable of love simply cannot switch off that ability when they have suffered. It was then I learned, years after he fled, that I was the better man, the stronger man because I could love. All the same, the lesson had been learned. Trust can only be given to those who prove themselves worthy. This proof is discerned by trials…tests I pose to those who I would like to trust, to learn whether they are worthy of that trust.
Through the years after he left me, I knew that it would be my duty to stop him eventually. I began to question what it had been that had led me to fall so hard for him.
Charisma. It had been charisma.
He had been two years younger than me, but he shone like the brightest star in the sky, like the brightest phoenix fire. He was beautiful, he was brilliant, and he was charismatic.
I bought into his delusion…I created my own delusions. I believed for approximately eight months that he loved me, that together, side-by-side, we would change the world…save everyone from themselves. Two handsome princes, two sages, we would lead the world into a light so bright, into a world so perfect that we would live together…like gods.
I loved him, he tricked me into loving him. His touches, his kisses, his laughter, it was bait into a trap he had constructed so neatly to siphon information from me…about the Hallows.
I wondered for a long time if he had ever really needed me after all.
My anger, my mistrust, as well as my love, which had lain dormant for forty-five years, had been what saved me in the end…what helped me defeat him. Even as he begged for death as I sealed him into the prison he had made for so many other innocents, I loved him. I kissed his brow, and sealed him away for a lifetime…
“This is for the ‘greater good,’ Gellert,” I whispered, as his voice screamed at me, begging for mercy. My words had not been lost on him.
The ‘Greater Good.’ Just seeing those words above the prison doors made my heart break again. It had been ‘our’ words, ‘our’ ideal.
I could never trust anyone with those ideals again.
In Tom Riddle, I saw that same charisma Gellert had…and it repulsed me. I saw it again in the students I taught, the professors around me…and I knew that I could not trust anyone…
That is, until the day you stood before me, reporting in as my new Potions Master.
Whatever charismatic notions you had were either buried so deep that I could not sense it, or simply, you had none. You had always been an enigma, and for that, and your discretion, I knew I could trust you implicitly. You reminded me of myself not long after Gellert left me…cold, calculating, keen, and aggressive.
If I had ever had a son, you would have been it, Severus. I do not pity your past pains, but I view them as what has made you what you are now…a warrior of sorts. I wonder, have I ever seen your true face? I do trust you, no matter what face you wear.
My trust in you, is why you must do what must be done. You must not waver, you must not fear. I can trust you to do what you must to ensure that there is a future for every one of those young souls who have placed their trust in us.
Be well, Severus, my son…you shall right so many of the wrongs. I have trust in that.
‘ab imo pectore’
Albus Percival Brian Wulfic Dumbledore
June 1, 1997