Who are you?
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
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Harry Potter AU/AR › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,582
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I don't own nor do i make any money off of Harry Potter or any of the charachters there in, I just like to play with them
Part Two
Who are you?
Part Two
I began appearing to him on his twenty-first birthday. I couldn’t tell him my name. He was breathtaking.
I appeared before him, and he didn’t even open his eyes, just whispers, “Who are you?”
His voice sounds so sweet to my ears, “Someone to be feared.”
“Feared? Why?” He questions.
“I could kill you,” it is not a lie, but I couldn’t kill you. I care too much.
“I’m sure you could, but will you?”
I can’t resist, I reach out and caress his cheek. “Not today.”
“Please, who are you?” He repeats his question.
“Can you not see me?”
He opens his beautiful emerald eyes, and stares in my direction with a blank stare. “I don’t see.”
“Me, or at all?”
“At all,” I sigh.
“You are blind?” I’m shocked
“I am. Are you beautiful?”
“I’m male.” I retort
“So? You could still be beautiful.”
“I maybe,” I whisper. “I must leave.”
“Will you return?”
“I may.” I reply, my eyes drinking my fill of his beauty.
I missed him, when I left him. His beautiful unseeing eyes. It was fifteen years until I was able to visit him again.
I watched him date, and even marry. He was not married five years before he divorced the cheating bum. It was only once he was legally single that I allowed my self to visit. I came and I coughed.
“Who are you?” he asks, repeating that sweet question.
“I am the one that loves you the most.” I speak honestly.
“Loves me most?”
“Yes, most.”
“Where have you been?”
“Watching.”
“Watching me?”
“You and your husband.”
“Why?”
“You are in my heart.”
“Will you take me away from here?”
“Do you wish to leave this place?” I murmur to him softly.
“I wish to be loved. Will you take me away and love me?”
“If it is your wish I will take you and love you… but not yet.”
“Why not?” He’s near tears. “I’m so tired.”
“You are not ready yet.”
“When?”
“I cannot say. Goodbye.” I hate to leave him.
“No! Don’t leave me!”
“Goodbye my love.”
“Please!” He sobs, reaching towards me.
I watched him collapse on his bed, and cry. I wish I could have taken him with me, but he has much more to accomplish.
Two years, and he’s lost his job. New management is their excuse. They’re downsizing they tell him. What kind of new management fires their best employ simply for being blind? He’s unable to find another job. Damn these humans, have they no compassion?
Six months later, they’ve kicked him out of his apartment. He’s got no money; he won’t be able to afford to eat. I want to help him but I’m unable to.
A group of teenagers broke his walking stick, thinking it would be funny to watch a blind homeless person stumble around unable to see.
It’s Christmas, and so very cold out. He’s got pneumonia, and he’s dying. He can’t afford medical care, and he’s too weak to attempt to seek it. It’s almost time. If I had known what lay ahead for him, I would have taken him three years ago. He coughs harshly.
“My love,” I say.
“Who are you?” His voice is hoarse from lack of use.
“You’re guardian angel.”
“Are you going to take me home? I’m so tired.”
“I know, my muse, I’ve come to take you home,” I lift him into my arms. He’s so light. “Any questions before we go?”
“Two.”
“Yes?”
“What took you so long? I missed you.”
“You weren’t ready to come with me,” I kiss his forehead. “Your other question love?”
“Who are you?” he asks, nuzzling my neck
“My name is Severus.” I smile down at him.
“Why can I see?”
“Because you’re coming home, muse,” my smile widens.
“So I can see…”
“Yes, you can, love.”
“I’ve missed you, Sev.”
“I’ve watched over you muse.”
“And now?”
“I will take you away and love you.”
“Forever?”
“Forever. Are you ready?”
“Yes please, love me.”
“I do love you,” I glance lovingly at him. “This world didn’t deserve you, my muse.”
Now that I have him in my arms, nothing else matters. All that matters is the love shinning in his eyes, directed towards me.
~Nothing matters, except your love and the trust you have for only me~
~*~*~*~*~
The End
AN: That's everything, let me know what you think! So please review, constructive critism is always welcome, but if you're gonna flame me, the flames will be used to roast my marshmellows for s'mores! heehee! *giggles*
Part Two
I began appearing to him on his twenty-first birthday. I couldn’t tell him my name. He was breathtaking.
I appeared before him, and he didn’t even open his eyes, just whispers, “Who are you?”
His voice sounds so sweet to my ears, “Someone to be feared.”
“Feared? Why?” He questions.
“I could kill you,” it is not a lie, but I couldn’t kill you. I care too much.
“I’m sure you could, but will you?”
I can’t resist, I reach out and caress his cheek. “Not today.”
“Please, who are you?” He repeats his question.
“Can you not see me?”
He opens his beautiful emerald eyes, and stares in my direction with a blank stare. “I don’t see.”
“Me, or at all?”
“At all,” I sigh.
“You are blind?” I’m shocked
“I am. Are you beautiful?”
“I’m male.” I retort
“So? You could still be beautiful.”
“I maybe,” I whisper. “I must leave.”
“Will you return?”
“I may.” I reply, my eyes drinking my fill of his beauty.
I missed him, when I left him. His beautiful unseeing eyes. It was fifteen years until I was able to visit him again.
I watched him date, and even marry. He was not married five years before he divorced the cheating bum. It was only once he was legally single that I allowed my self to visit. I came and I coughed.
“Who are you?” he asks, repeating that sweet question.
“I am the one that loves you the most.” I speak honestly.
“Loves me most?”
“Yes, most.”
“Where have you been?”
“Watching.”
“Watching me?”
“You and your husband.”
“Why?”
“You are in my heart.”
“Will you take me away from here?”
“Do you wish to leave this place?” I murmur to him softly.
“I wish to be loved. Will you take me away and love me?”
“If it is your wish I will take you and love you… but not yet.”
“Why not?” He’s near tears. “I’m so tired.”
“You are not ready yet.”
“When?”
“I cannot say. Goodbye.” I hate to leave him.
“No! Don’t leave me!”
“Goodbye my love.”
“Please!” He sobs, reaching towards me.
I watched him collapse on his bed, and cry. I wish I could have taken him with me, but he has much more to accomplish.
Two years, and he’s lost his job. New management is their excuse. They’re downsizing they tell him. What kind of new management fires their best employ simply for being blind? He’s unable to find another job. Damn these humans, have they no compassion?
Six months later, they’ve kicked him out of his apartment. He’s got no money; he won’t be able to afford to eat. I want to help him but I’m unable to.
A group of teenagers broke his walking stick, thinking it would be funny to watch a blind homeless person stumble around unable to see.
It’s Christmas, and so very cold out. He’s got pneumonia, and he’s dying. He can’t afford medical care, and he’s too weak to attempt to seek it. It’s almost time. If I had known what lay ahead for him, I would have taken him three years ago. He coughs harshly.
“My love,” I say.
“Who are you?” His voice is hoarse from lack of use.
“You’re guardian angel.”
“Are you going to take me home? I’m so tired.”
“I know, my muse, I’ve come to take you home,” I lift him into my arms. He’s so light. “Any questions before we go?”
“Two.”
“Yes?”
“What took you so long? I missed you.”
“You weren’t ready to come with me,” I kiss his forehead. “Your other question love?”
“Who are you?” he asks, nuzzling my neck
“My name is Severus.” I smile down at him.
“Why can I see?”
“Because you’re coming home, muse,” my smile widens.
“So I can see…”
“Yes, you can, love.”
“I’ve missed you, Sev.”
“I’ve watched over you muse.”
“And now?”
“I will take you away and love you.”
“Forever?”
“Forever. Are you ready?”
“Yes please, love me.”
“I do love you,” I glance lovingly at him. “This world didn’t deserve you, my muse.”
Now that I have him in my arms, nothing else matters. All that matters is the love shinning in his eyes, directed towards me.
~Nothing matters, except your love and the trust you have for only me~
~*~*~*~*~
The End
AN: That's everything, let me know what you think! So please review, constructive critism is always welcome, but if you're gonna flame me, the flames will be used to roast my marshmellows for s'mores! heehee! *giggles*