Jehane Desrosiers
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
2,444
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Chapter 13 -- At Midnight
Chapter 13 – At Midnight
Some nights when the crickets are silent the castle is so quiet that the rustle of a sheet wakes you to your lover.
“Shh, are you having a bad night?” Soft whispers seem loud on nights like this.
“Not bad, no.’
“Do you want to talk?
“I want you to tell me how your mother died.” Spoken very low.
I sigh. “I knew you would ask me sometime. I’m afraid to tell.”
“Afraid for me.”
“Yes.”
“What if I already know?”
“Guessed?”
“Guessed, and worked out, and guessed why you’ve not told me.”
“What she did had nothing to do with you. It was her. It was her choice.”
“Tell me when you knew.”
“Not then. When I went home for the solstice there was something different about her. She was excited, feverish. My father kept looking at her when he thought she wouldn’t notice. She snuck off to the workshop at night or early in the morning. She was preoccupied when we were together. But I was fifteen and thinking of myself. I didn’t make much of it.”
“Did she go after them, or did they come to her?’
“I think – oh, Severus, I really do – I think she went to them. The summer before, she was so dissatisfied and restless. Do you know, that year she had several wands at the Museum of Magical Artifacts. It was a pinnacle. They got one of her first really finished wands, a bequest, and they built a retrospective around it.
“That’s when she became restless. Maybe she felt there was nowhere to go. And that I was at Beauxbatons and didn’t need her. It can’t be hard to find a Death Eater if you have a skill to offer.”
“No,” he says bitterly. “We’re always sniffing around.”
“Don’t. Don’t you dare.”
“No. I’m sorry.”
“It was an accident with the materials. They wanted her to try things that had never been used. Dark substances. I figured it out from her notes.
“But Severus – “ searching for his eyes in the dark room, I can just make them out. “She was like you. She loved her craft. She loved elegance, precision and beauty. It wasn’t for power, I’m sure of it. It was love of craft.
“I didn’t really know her, not the way I would know her now. I’ll never know her. And I wasn’t there. I wasn’t there to stop it.”
He says just one thing. “Go ahead,” wraps me tightly in his arms and I let out all my tears.
The silent dark castle holds us.
Some nights when the crickets are silent the castle is so quiet that the rustle of a sheet wakes you to your lover.
“Shh, are you having a bad night?” Soft whispers seem loud on nights like this.
“Not bad, no.’
“Do you want to talk?
“I want you to tell me how your mother died.” Spoken very low.
I sigh. “I knew you would ask me sometime. I’m afraid to tell.”
“Afraid for me.”
“Yes.”
“What if I already know?”
“Guessed?”
“Guessed, and worked out, and guessed why you’ve not told me.”
“What she did had nothing to do with you. It was her. It was her choice.”
“Tell me when you knew.”
“Not then. When I went home for the solstice there was something different about her. She was excited, feverish. My father kept looking at her when he thought she wouldn’t notice. She snuck off to the workshop at night or early in the morning. She was preoccupied when we were together. But I was fifteen and thinking of myself. I didn’t make much of it.”
“Did she go after them, or did they come to her?’
“I think – oh, Severus, I really do – I think she went to them. The summer before, she was so dissatisfied and restless. Do you know, that year she had several wands at the Museum of Magical Artifacts. It was a pinnacle. They got one of her first really finished wands, a bequest, and they built a retrospective around it.
“That’s when she became restless. Maybe she felt there was nowhere to go. And that I was at Beauxbatons and didn’t need her. It can’t be hard to find a Death Eater if you have a skill to offer.”
“No,” he says bitterly. “We’re always sniffing around.”
“Don’t. Don’t you dare.”
“No. I’m sorry.”
“It was an accident with the materials. They wanted her to try things that had never been used. Dark substances. I figured it out from her notes.
“But Severus – “ searching for his eyes in the dark room, I can just make them out. “She was like you. She loved her craft. She loved elegance, precision and beauty. It wasn’t for power, I’m sure of it. It was love of craft.
“I didn’t really know her, not the way I would know her now. I’ll never know her. And I wasn’t there. I wasn’t there to stop it.”
He says just one thing. “Go ahead,” wraps me tightly in his arms and I let out all my tears.
The silent dark castle holds us.