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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
11,611
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Tears
Title: Tears
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, Dark!fic
Warnings: Lite gore.
Summary: #77 – Innocent tears fell on guilty flayed, flesh.
Word Count: 1,018 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. This is an accompaniment to ‘Whom the Gods Would Destroy…’
Prompt 77 – Tears
There was a strange sound, one that seemed to overpower the other voices on the King’s Cross platform and the hiss of steam from the red engine. He could hear it somewhere nearby, and he slipped his hand out of his grandmother’s.
There was a waiting room just behind him, empty now that the children were beginning to board the train. He had about ten minutes, he supposed, enough time to find the source of the sound that grated on his nerves and set his teeth on edge. His grandmother had always commented on how keen his senses were, and sometimes he wished he could just turn it all off.
He turned, looking into the doorway of the waiting room, and then took a step toward it.
“Teddy, dear, where are you going?” his grandmother asked.
“Just here, Gran, there’s a funny sound…” he trailed, waiting for two giggling girls to pass before him before taking another step.
He heard his grandmother sigh, but did not look at her. Instead, he moved to the door, peeking inside the empty and dimly lit waiting room.
The sound was coming from under one of the benches toward the back of the room. It was a high-pitched scream, and as Teddy knelt down to look at the bundle of dirty rags, what he saw repulsed him. It was a baby, tiny, bloody, and in pain.
How could someone do something so horrible to a baby, Teddy wondered. Why wasn’t there someone around to find it? Could they not hear the pitiable cries?
Tiny hands and feet poked out of the bloody rags, the skin seemingly burnt and stripped away. Teddy swallowed thickly, the smell of excrement and blood becoming too much. The screams were endless, and it pulled at Teddy. He had to save the baby, it did not matter if he was late for the train on his first day, and it did not matter if his Gran were upset with him. He could not leave the baby alone.
His hands shook as he reached for the bundle, and he wished he were able to use magic, his wand idle in his pocket. He wished he could somehow silence the baby, or clean it at the very least.
“There, there,” he whispered, so close to vomiting that his voice sounded strange, strained.
The bundle seemed to weight a ton, and the baby inside, whose face Teddy could now see, was horribly pinched and disfigured. Dark blue eyes were streaming hot tears down a bloody face, tiny fingers reaching toward Teddy. Pulling the baby close, Teddy felt his own tears falling from his light brown eyes.
How could someone be so cruel?
The baby’s cries softened, feeling Teddy’s arms about it, and hiccupped as it looked into Teddy’s face.
“There now, I have you, you’re safe,” Teddy whispered through tears.
Teddy did not know much about babies; Gran would never let him play much with the tiny ones. He could play with Vicky Weasley, she was only a year younger, but not with Uncle Harry’s little ones. Teddy was strong for his age, unnaturally so, and many times he heard Uncle Harry and Uncle Bill talk about whether it had to do with Teddy’s father.
He did not know his father, his father was dead, but what he heard about his father was more like fairy stories. It was the same with his mother. Both were heroes.
Teddy sighed as the baby’s blood hands reached for his face, and he tried to smile, tried to be reassuring.
In some ways, Teddy knew what it was like to be left alone. All he had was his Gran, Voldemort had taken everyone else.
When the tiny hands touched Teddy’s face, he smiled. However, something felt wrong.
Teddy was not sure what it was, but the way the baby’s eyes gazed into his was not normal for a baby, at least, Teddy did not think so. The little eyes were intelligent, wrong.
Blinking, the bloody hands slipped from Teddy’s face, and Teddy rocked the baby gently in his arms. “I’ve found you, little baby, I won’t let anyone hurt you,” Teddy whispered even as the sounds outside the waiting room grew louder. It was the anxiety and energy of students boarding the train, parents, and whole families wishing the children well.
Teddy only had his Gran…
“Teddy?” Andromeda Tonks called, peeking into the waiting room. “Dear, are you alright?”
Teddy Lupin was standing at the far end of the waiting room and at the sound of her voice, turned, smiling brightly.
“I’m alright, Gran.”
Andromeda blinked, noticing that there was a smudge of something dark on his cheek, and she sighed, pulling a handkerchief from her sleeve, strategically placed there lest she get teary eyed at Teddy’s departure.
“Come along then, you’ll miss the train!” she admonished lightly, smiling at her grandson.
Teddy walked to her, his hands in the pockets of his denims, smiling brightly, a little too widely. He was still smiling when Andromeda wiped the smudge from his cheek.
“Are you excited, my dear?” she asked as they moved to the train after picking up Teddy’s beaten up suitcase with R. J. Lupin embossed on the side of the lid.
Teddy chuckled, something Andromeda was not used to hearing. Her grandson had a distinct laugh, much like Nymphadora’s. “I’m very excited, Gran. I cannot wait for the Sorting ceremony.”
Andromeda watched Teddy get on the train, his trunks already stowed. He closed the door behind him, pushing down the window to stand on the tips of his toes to reach out to her. Andromeda lifted her chin and tried to smile.
“I’ll send an owl tomorrow, I promise, Gran.”
The whistle on the train sounded, startling Andromeda. Their fingers brushed as the train lurched.
“I love you, Teddy,” she called out, lifting her hand and handkerchief to wave.
Teddy smiled as the train began to leave, his head leaning out the window. It was then Andromeda realized that Teddy’s warm and caring brown eyes were a hard, dark, and loveless blue.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble, Dark!fic
Warnings: Lite gore.
Summary: #77 – Innocent tears fell on guilty flayed, flesh.
Word Count: 1,018 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. This is an accompaniment to ‘Whom the Gods Would Destroy…’
Prompt 77 – Tears
There was a strange sound, one that seemed to overpower the other voices on the King’s Cross platform and the hiss of steam from the red engine. He could hear it somewhere nearby, and he slipped his hand out of his grandmother’s.
There was a waiting room just behind him, empty now that the children were beginning to board the train. He had about ten minutes, he supposed, enough time to find the source of the sound that grated on his nerves and set his teeth on edge. His grandmother had always commented on how keen his senses were, and sometimes he wished he could just turn it all off.
He turned, looking into the doorway of the waiting room, and then took a step toward it.
“Teddy, dear, where are you going?” his grandmother asked.
“Just here, Gran, there’s a funny sound…” he trailed, waiting for two giggling girls to pass before him before taking another step.
He heard his grandmother sigh, but did not look at her. Instead, he moved to the door, peeking inside the empty and dimly lit waiting room.
The sound was coming from under one of the benches toward the back of the room. It was a high-pitched scream, and as Teddy knelt down to look at the bundle of dirty rags, what he saw repulsed him. It was a baby, tiny, bloody, and in pain.
How could someone do something so horrible to a baby, Teddy wondered. Why wasn’t there someone around to find it? Could they not hear the pitiable cries?
Tiny hands and feet poked out of the bloody rags, the skin seemingly burnt and stripped away. Teddy swallowed thickly, the smell of excrement and blood becoming too much. The screams were endless, and it pulled at Teddy. He had to save the baby, it did not matter if he was late for the train on his first day, and it did not matter if his Gran were upset with him. He could not leave the baby alone.
His hands shook as he reached for the bundle, and he wished he were able to use magic, his wand idle in his pocket. He wished he could somehow silence the baby, or clean it at the very least.
“There, there,” he whispered, so close to vomiting that his voice sounded strange, strained.
The bundle seemed to weight a ton, and the baby inside, whose face Teddy could now see, was horribly pinched and disfigured. Dark blue eyes were streaming hot tears down a bloody face, tiny fingers reaching toward Teddy. Pulling the baby close, Teddy felt his own tears falling from his light brown eyes.
How could someone be so cruel?
The baby’s cries softened, feeling Teddy’s arms about it, and hiccupped as it looked into Teddy’s face.
“There now, I have you, you’re safe,” Teddy whispered through tears.
Teddy did not know much about babies; Gran would never let him play much with the tiny ones. He could play with Vicky Weasley, she was only a year younger, but not with Uncle Harry’s little ones. Teddy was strong for his age, unnaturally so, and many times he heard Uncle Harry and Uncle Bill talk about whether it had to do with Teddy’s father.
He did not know his father, his father was dead, but what he heard about his father was more like fairy stories. It was the same with his mother. Both were heroes.
Teddy sighed as the baby’s blood hands reached for his face, and he tried to smile, tried to be reassuring.
In some ways, Teddy knew what it was like to be left alone. All he had was his Gran, Voldemort had taken everyone else.
When the tiny hands touched Teddy’s face, he smiled. However, something felt wrong.
Teddy was not sure what it was, but the way the baby’s eyes gazed into his was not normal for a baby, at least, Teddy did not think so. The little eyes were intelligent, wrong.
Blinking, the bloody hands slipped from Teddy’s face, and Teddy rocked the baby gently in his arms. “I’ve found you, little baby, I won’t let anyone hurt you,” Teddy whispered even as the sounds outside the waiting room grew louder. It was the anxiety and energy of students boarding the train, parents, and whole families wishing the children well.
Teddy only had his Gran…
“Teddy?” Andromeda Tonks called, peeking into the waiting room. “Dear, are you alright?”
Teddy Lupin was standing at the far end of the waiting room and at the sound of her voice, turned, smiling brightly.
“I’m alright, Gran.”
Andromeda blinked, noticing that there was a smudge of something dark on his cheek, and she sighed, pulling a handkerchief from her sleeve, strategically placed there lest she get teary eyed at Teddy’s departure.
“Come along then, you’ll miss the train!” she admonished lightly, smiling at her grandson.
Teddy walked to her, his hands in the pockets of his denims, smiling brightly, a little too widely. He was still smiling when Andromeda wiped the smudge from his cheek.
“Are you excited, my dear?” she asked as they moved to the train after picking up Teddy’s beaten up suitcase with R. J. Lupin embossed on the side of the lid.
Teddy chuckled, something Andromeda was not used to hearing. Her grandson had a distinct laugh, much like Nymphadora’s. “I’m very excited, Gran. I cannot wait for the Sorting ceremony.”
Andromeda watched Teddy get on the train, his trunks already stowed. He closed the door behind him, pushing down the window to stand on the tips of his toes to reach out to her. Andromeda lifted her chin and tried to smile.
“I’ll send an owl tomorrow, I promise, Gran.”
The whistle on the train sounded, startling Andromeda. Their fingers brushed as the train lurched.
“I love you, Teddy,” she called out, lifting her hand and handkerchief to wave.
Teddy smiled as the train began to leave, his head leaning out the window. It was then Andromeda realized that Teddy’s warm and caring brown eyes were a hard, dark, and loveless blue.