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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
14
Views:
937
Reviews:
1
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.
Not Summer
Chapter Three: non semper erit aestas = it will not always be summer (be prepared for hard times)
//It was the kind of stuff that dreams were made of. Verdant fields rolling into the far horizon. Unicorns with golden hoofs basking in the joy of life and frolicking under the noonday sun. The air heavy with a thousand jewelled butterflies, the joyous songs of birdlife and the sounds of carefree children playing.
Before all of this stood Dumbledore smiling sagely. Cradled lovingly in his arms an ebony rabbit. “Hello Tom, would you like to hold a bunny?” He smiled at the tall dark haired lad who suddenly appeared beside him and produced a second rabbit from thin air. “My look at how they multiply” He chuckled amused at his own joke.
Tom absent-mindedly took the proffered rabbit gaze fixed ahead. Tenderly he caressed its coat, which changed colours with each stroke. For many moments, in their own worlds they stood, together yet so far apart. The sun kissing their faces, gentle breezes playing with their hair. No words were uttered.
Suddenly, he was gone. In his stead lay the inert form of the rainbow rabbit fading to cold grey. Gently it melted into the grass, and a solitary red carnation sprung forth.
“Alas, how sad.” Sighed Dumbledore “All in all though, I think that went fairly well. Perhaps there is still hope.” The black rabbit sprung from his arms. “Cras amet qui nunquam amavit” Said Nocturnus shifting form “War is not healthy for children or other living things. **He won’t be back tonight** “Alea iacta est”
Nocturnus surveyed the scene. “Where is this anyway? Albus.” “Ah! Yes!” Twinkled Dumbledore “Favourite dream number 26, I quite like the butterflies, a nice touch don’t you think?” As if on cue a cloud sparkled overhead. Nocturnus rolled his eyes. “Actually, Albus I liked the rainbow bunny better.” //
Stars winked wearily out as Dawn danced eagerly across the grounds of Hogwarts. She playfully chased the shadows and tossed her golden hair through every window. Forcing the darkness to retreat and the moon to hide her pale beauty in shame.
Morning found Dumbledore beside the bed of the Potions Master. Reverently brushing the silken hair and stroking his cool brow by way of comfort. Nocturnus quietly approached. Without looking up Albus spoke “They say he is resting peacefully and in no pain.” He was clutching, painfully for words that promised hope.
“Albus, it is an incubating sleep, Simply put, no dreams. His body is conserving as much strength as possible just to survive. There is no surplus energy and no way of telling how long before he comes home. He is currently not a part of our world, this stasis is his salvation.” **Praise Merlin for Harry and his link**
Nocturnus gazed solemnly at the too still figure draped in a too white sheet. Stark black hair darker than a ravens wing flowed across the harsh hospital white pillow. The pale gaunt face devoid of any healthy hue. And wondered at the words that he could not bring himself to say and the emotions that he may never be allowed to express.
**For now, old friend, this is as good as it gets. I’m sorry Albus but he may still die. We may not have the chance to say goodbye. He will have lived his entire life in shadows and never experience love. Was it worth it Albus? Is any of this?**
No one mentioned the massive vase of honeysuckle on the bedside table.
Chapter References:
Cras amet qui nunquam amavit = May he love tomorrow who has never loved before
Red Carnations = Alas ! For my poor heart. Honeysuckle = Bonds of Love
Alea iacta est = the die is cast
Opening line . . . such stuff as dreams are made of... --The Tempest - Shakespeare
//It was the kind of stuff that dreams were made of. Verdant fields rolling into the far horizon. Unicorns with golden hoofs basking in the joy of life and frolicking under the noonday sun. The air heavy with a thousand jewelled butterflies, the joyous songs of birdlife and the sounds of carefree children playing.
Before all of this stood Dumbledore smiling sagely. Cradled lovingly in his arms an ebony rabbit. “Hello Tom, would you like to hold a bunny?” He smiled at the tall dark haired lad who suddenly appeared beside him and produced a second rabbit from thin air. “My look at how they multiply” He chuckled amused at his own joke.
Tom absent-mindedly took the proffered rabbit gaze fixed ahead. Tenderly he caressed its coat, which changed colours with each stroke. For many moments, in their own worlds they stood, together yet so far apart. The sun kissing their faces, gentle breezes playing with their hair. No words were uttered.
Suddenly, he was gone. In his stead lay the inert form of the rainbow rabbit fading to cold grey. Gently it melted into the grass, and a solitary red carnation sprung forth.
“Alas, how sad.” Sighed Dumbledore “All in all though, I think that went fairly well. Perhaps there is still hope.” The black rabbit sprung from his arms. “Cras amet qui nunquam amavit” Said Nocturnus shifting form “War is not healthy for children or other living things. **He won’t be back tonight** “Alea iacta est”
Nocturnus surveyed the scene. “Where is this anyway? Albus.” “Ah! Yes!” Twinkled Dumbledore “Favourite dream number 26, I quite like the butterflies, a nice touch don’t you think?” As if on cue a cloud sparkled overhead. Nocturnus rolled his eyes. “Actually, Albus I liked the rainbow bunny better.” //
Stars winked wearily out as Dawn danced eagerly across the grounds of Hogwarts. She playfully chased the shadows and tossed her golden hair through every window. Forcing the darkness to retreat and the moon to hide her pale beauty in shame.
Morning found Dumbledore beside the bed of the Potions Master. Reverently brushing the silken hair and stroking his cool brow by way of comfort. Nocturnus quietly approached. Without looking up Albus spoke “They say he is resting peacefully and in no pain.” He was clutching, painfully for words that promised hope.
“Albus, it is an incubating sleep, Simply put, no dreams. His body is conserving as much strength as possible just to survive. There is no surplus energy and no way of telling how long before he comes home. He is currently not a part of our world, this stasis is his salvation.” **Praise Merlin for Harry and his link**
Nocturnus gazed solemnly at the too still figure draped in a too white sheet. Stark black hair darker than a ravens wing flowed across the harsh hospital white pillow. The pale gaunt face devoid of any healthy hue. And wondered at the words that he could not bring himself to say and the emotions that he may never be allowed to express.
**For now, old friend, this is as good as it gets. I’m sorry Albus but he may still die. We may not have the chance to say goodbye. He will have lived his entire life in shadows and never experience love. Was it worth it Albus? Is any of this?**
No one mentioned the massive vase of honeysuckle on the bedside table.
Chapter References:
Cras amet qui nunquam amavit = May he love tomorrow who has never loved before
Red Carnations = Alas ! For my poor heart. Honeysuckle = Bonds of Love
Alea iacta est = the die is cast
Opening line . . . such stuff as dreams are made of... --The Tempest - Shakespeare