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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
15
Views:
1,724
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The funeral
Disclaimer: I don’t own them…sorry
Disclaimer: I don’t
own them…sorry. I’m poor anyways, so suing would do you no good. *Pulls lint
from pockets*
A/N: First
off…wow…thank you all for the positive response to the last chapter. I will
apologize in advance for this one…it’s what I like to call ‘a short journey
into Reika’s brain, where big shit happens that she can’t figure out how to
word’.
Anyways, this chapter
is short…but it needed to be. The next one will come soon…but this needed to
stand alone, I think. Thanks, to Jasmine…for understanding me when sometimes I
don’t even understand myself. Like I you you…our moms had to have been smoking
the same drugs…
OH…one more thing. I
don’t usually answer reviews specifically…but this one threw me for a loop.
Elizabeth Turner:
Sweetie…I’m 21, and married, so don’t worry your pretty prepubescent head,
okay?
And BTW, (see above
review for chapter 6)…do I really write like I could be 12?
Chapter 13………The
funeral.
**********************************************
The chill was almost
tangible – slicing through the grey afternoon and leaving the tips of ears
frigid, and fingers benumbed. The harsh and inclement air transformed the few
tears that had been shed into crystalline vestiges – preserved – if only for a
little while.
Draco stood by his
Father’s grave, stoic. All around him he could see familiar faces; yet comfort
evaded him. To his left stood Michaeleadfeadfast and silent – his gloved hands
resting at his sides. At his right, Pansy, sniffling occasionally, her arm
linked with Draco’s, though he was certain he’d lost feeling in his appendages
long ago. He had not asked Harry to come with him; he hadn’t the chance. The
Gryffindor thought it most appropriate that he be absent, so as not to disrupt
the service with old antipathies and avoiding the provocation of ignorant
people.
Narcissa stood a few
feet from her son, detached and lifeless…as always. To anyone else, she might
have been at a dinner party, judging by her expression. Draco, however, was a
bit more familiar with the woman who had borne him. He could never claim to
know his mother, but he noticed something in her eyes…or rather…something that
*wasn’t* in her eyes. Perhaps it was the way her head turned slightly to the
left, her gaze lingering on the snow as if she were seeing it for the very
first, or last time. It pained him, although milly,lly, to realize that he
would never know just exactly what it was that was now missing from his
mother’s soul. It was now obvious that whatever spirit the woman hLuciLucius
had taken deep into the earth with him.
Family friends,
allies, distant relatives…all had gathered – most out of obligation – to mark
the passing of the man Draco had spent the entirety of his life believing to be
indomitable.
The service had been
simple, but elegant. No religious connotations…Lucius had not been a religious
man, believing in man, and man’s ability to control his own fate. Still, Draco
found his gaze wandering upwards, to the heavens or to the sea of grey so
closely resembling the orbs he stared into as a child he could not discern.
Amidst his grief, confusing thoughts swirled inside his head. He thought of his
own mortality, being brought up in a world with rules far more lenient than
those of muggle existence had led him to think himself infallible. And now,
with the wind on his face and his father at his feet, Draco could not help but
feel small and ineffectual in a world where there was still so much that he did
not know. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs and run away. Run away
from all that he had known in his life, and all he had yet to learn. He wanted
to throw his arms open and feel the bitter cold sting his face, giving
up…letting fate take him because finding his own answers was simply too hard.
The sheer weight of realizing his place in the universe and existence of all
things bore down on him and threatened to crush all he had fought to become.
Ultimately…he stood
still…unwavering and stoic in an overpriced suit. Ultimately…Draco acknowledged
his place…and would fight tooth and nail to succeed as his family’s head of
house. Ultimately…Draco understood something about the universe he hadn’t
before – he didn’t know *anything*.
The thought was
terrifying, and not just a little exciting. He vowed in that moment of intense
introspection and bereavement that if he could change just one person the way
he felt himself changed…if he could make just one soul finally see the fleeting
nature of life…it’s beauty, so intricately laced with sorrow and wisdom…he
could leave this world and be free.
Unbeknownst to him,
Draco’s Father had given him the most precious gift he could never have
afforded…humility. Humility, and a deep desire to experience all this world had
to offer him while his fleeting chance remained.
Standing several
meters away, hidden by the protective mass of a tree that had most likely known
this planet for far longer than he, Harry Potter sighed. The air was brisk and
clean and to breath it felt crisp and wonderful. Occasionally, snow would drift
down onto his glasses, melting and leaving the world slig blu blurry. He
watched, protectively, from far away as the young man who had unwittingly and irreversibly
altered his life said his goodbyes to his father. Something had changed in his
sometimes lover…and Harry knew it. He could feel it from where he stood; bound
to the other man by something neither could name nor explain. The difference
was…subtle…but vital. Draco felt…softer…yet troubled. Harry could feel the
waves of uncertainty rolling off of the other man…but stronger yet…he felt
resolve. Resolve to do what, he couldn’t name. In any case, Draco now had a
sense of purpose about him like never before…and Harry was grateful for it. The
Slytherin always seemed to flourish when given an aspiration. He was certain of
one thing…amidst his grief and apparent realization, Draco still had much to
deal with. Many things came with his new title…and he would need time.
He watched the blonde
toss a small bouquet of flowers atop Lucius’ casket. A sprig of Acacia – for
well concealed affection, a fern leaf – symbolizing magic, fascination,
confidence and shelter, a single tiger lily – meaning wealth and pride. The
blooms had most likely been enchanted to live eternally…unlike their human
counterparts. At last he saw Draco toss down his final blossom…a single crimson
rose, the sign of mourning. It was over now.
Harry pulled his coat
tight around him and headed away before he could een.een.
***************************************************************************
TBC
Extremely short…I
know. Sorry, but I just couldn’t put anything else in this chapter. I’m sorry
if it was hard to follow…my brain short circuits sometimes. I wanted it to be
about human nature in a way, the epiphanies we have that change our lives…and
what brings them on. I hope I succeeded at least a tiny bit.
Thank you all again
for your tand and trust. Please review.
Love and Kisses,
Reika
Disclaimer: I don’t
own them…sorry. I’m poor anyways, so suing would do you no good. *Pulls lint
from pockets*
A/N: First
off…wow…thank you all for the positive response to the last chapter. I will
apologize in advance for this one…it’s what I like to call ‘a short journey
into Reika’s brain, where big shit happens that she can’t figure out how to
word’.
Anyways, this chapter
is short…but it needed to be. The next one will come soon…but this needed to
stand alone, I think. Thanks, to Jasmine…for understanding me when sometimes I
don’t even understand myself. Like I you you…our moms had to have been smoking
the same drugs…
OH…one more thing. I
don’t usually answer reviews specifically…but this one threw me for a loop.
Elizabeth Turner:
Sweetie…I’m 21, and married, so don’t worry your pretty prepubescent head,
okay?
And BTW, (see above
review for chapter 6)…do I really write like I could be 12?
Chapter 13………The
funeral.
**********************************************
The chill was almost
tangible – slicing through the grey afternoon and leaving the tips of ears
frigid, and fingers benumbed. The harsh and inclement air transformed the few
tears that had been shed into crystalline vestiges – preserved – if only for a
little while.
Draco stood by his
Father’s grave, stoic. All around him he could see familiar faces; yet comfort
evaded him. To his left stood Michaeleadfeadfast and silent – his gloved hands
resting at his sides. At his right, Pansy, sniffling occasionally, her arm
linked with Draco’s, though he was certain he’d lost feeling in his appendages
long ago. He had not asked Harry to come with him; he hadn’t the chance. The
Gryffindor thought it most appropriate that he be absent, so as not to disrupt
the service with old antipathies and avoiding the provocation of ignorant
people.
Narcissa stood a few
feet from her son, detached and lifeless…as always. To anyone else, she might
have been at a dinner party, judging by her expression. Draco, however, was a
bit more familiar with the woman who had borne him. He could never claim to
know his mother, but he noticed something in her eyes…or rather…something that
*wasn’t* in her eyes. Perhaps it was the way her head turned slightly to the
left, her gaze lingering on the snow as if she were seeing it for the very
first, or last time. It pained him, although milly,lly, to realize that he
would never know just exactly what it was that was now missing from his
mother’s soul. It was now obvious that whatever spirit the woman hLuciLucius
had taken deep into the earth with him.
Family friends,
allies, distant relatives…all had gathered – most out of obligation – to mark
the passing of the man Draco had spent the entirety of his life believing to be
indomitable.
The service had been
simple, but elegant. No religious connotations…Lucius had not been a religious
man, believing in man, and man’s ability to control his own fate. Still, Draco
found his gaze wandering upwards, to the heavens or to the sea of grey so
closely resembling the orbs he stared into as a child he could not discern.
Amidst his grief, confusing thoughts swirled inside his head. He thought of his
own mortality, being brought up in a world with rules far more lenient than
those of muggle existence had led him to think himself infallible. And now,
with the wind on his face and his father at his feet, Draco could not help but
feel small and ineffectual in a world where there was still so much that he did
not know. He wanted to scream at the top of his lungs and run away. Run away
from all that he had known in his life, and all he had yet to learn. He wanted
to throw his arms open and feel the bitter cold sting his face, giving
up…letting fate take him because finding his own answers was simply too hard.
The sheer weight of realizing his place in the universe and existence of all
things bore down on him and threatened to crush all he had fought to become.
Ultimately…he stood
still…unwavering and stoic in an overpriced suit. Ultimately…Draco acknowledged
his place…and would fight tooth and nail to succeed as his family’s head of
house. Ultimately…Draco understood something about the universe he hadn’t
before – he didn’t know *anything*.
The thought was
terrifying, and not just a little exciting. He vowed in that moment of intense
introspection and bereavement that if he could change just one person the way
he felt himself changed…if he could make just one soul finally see the fleeting
nature of life…it’s beauty, so intricately laced with sorrow and wisdom…he
could leave this world and be free.
Unbeknownst to him,
Draco’s Father had given him the most precious gift he could never have
afforded…humility. Humility, and a deep desire to experience all this world had
to offer him while his fleeting chance remained.
Standing several
meters away, hidden by the protective mass of a tree that had most likely known
this planet for far longer than he, Harry Potter sighed. The air was brisk and
clean and to breath it felt crisp and wonderful. Occasionally, snow would drift
down onto his glasses, melting and leaving the world slig blu blurry. He
watched, protectively, from far away as the young man who had unwittingly and irreversibly
altered his life said his goodbyes to his father. Something had changed in his
sometimes lover…and Harry knew it. He could feel it from where he stood; bound
to the other man by something neither could name nor explain. The difference
was…subtle…but vital. Draco felt…softer…yet troubled. Harry could feel the
waves of uncertainty rolling off of the other man…but stronger yet…he felt
resolve. Resolve to do what, he couldn’t name. In any case, Draco now had a
sense of purpose about him like never before…and Harry was grateful for it. The
Slytherin always seemed to flourish when given an aspiration. He was certain of
one thing…amidst his grief and apparent realization, Draco still had much to
deal with. Many things came with his new title…and he would need time.
He watched the blonde
toss a small bouquet of flowers atop Lucius’ casket. A sprig of Acacia – for
well concealed affection, a fern leaf – symbolizing magic, fascination,
confidence and shelter, a single tiger lily – meaning wealth and pride. The
blooms had most likely been enchanted to live eternally…unlike their human
counterparts. At last he saw Draco toss down his final blossom…a single crimson
rose, the sign of mourning. It was over now.
Harry pulled his coat
tight around him and headed away before he could een.een.
***************************************************************************
TBC
Extremely short…I
know. Sorry, but I just couldn’t put anything else in this chapter. I’m sorry
if it was hard to follow…my brain short circuits sometimes. I wanted it to be
about human nature in a way, the epiphanies we have that change our lives…and
what brings them on. I hope I succeeded at least a tiny bit.
Thank you all again
for your tand and trust. Please review.
Love and Kisses,
Reika