Prompt Stories
Prompt 16: Endless Sorrow. HP/Twilight
Endless Sorrow
Category: Harry Potter and Twilight
Characters: Harry Potter, Edward Masen(Cullen)
Pairing: Edward/Harry
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Twilight, or any of the characters associated with the books/movies and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.
Warning: Character death, ANGST
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1918 started off normally for the two families living side-by-side in Chicago. It wasn't until mid February when things started to go bad. People started getting ill and dying; the young, the old, the tough, the weak. No one seemed immune to the sickness stealing the lives of many.
However two families had been lucky enough to stay healthy. The Potter's and The Masen’s. However around mid March both the children of the two families fell ill and Mr. and Mrs. Masen as well.
While Mr. Masen quickly succumbed to the illness, Edward, Mrs. Masen, and Harry, the Potter's child, managed to struggle and stay alive.
When Mrs. Masen became sicker, the two children were moved into a different room where they struggled to live and held hands from their beds.
The next morning Edward was given the news that his mother had passed away during the night from the disease.
While Edward was moved to say his last goodbyes to his mother, Harry was left in the room struggling for breath and coughing so badly blood ended up on his lips.
When Edward returned, Harry gave him a brave smile and said, “You'll make it through this, Edward. I know you will.”
“So will you.” Edward said stubbornly as he reached out and took the cold hand in his own.
Staying quiet, Harry gave a false smile before drifting off to sleep. When he woke up, he struggled to move to the chair beside Edward's bed.
Pressing a kiss to the clammy forehead after checking to see that no one was around, Harry whispered, “I'm sorry, but I know you'll be fine without me. You'll find someone to love you and marry you once you're better.”
Moving back to his bed, Harry dropped onto it, gasped for breath a few times, and finally allowed his eyes to close for the final time.
When he woke up, Edward knew something was wrong when he spotted his doctor sitting beside his bed and Harry's empty.
As he was told of his best friend and secret lover's death, Edward cried for the first time in years.
Eighty years later, Edward still returned to Chicago to place flowers on the grave of his one and only love.
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Prompt 16 from table A (50 Prompts).
I cried while writing this. So sad. :( But fear not there WILL be a continuation of this in prompt 23...which is coming out right after this, because, well, look at all my other stories. No sad endings in sight.