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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
11,641
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Life
Title: Life
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
Warnings: None.
Summary: #87 – Life. We make many choices in life.
Word Count: 926 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. A conclusion to the prompts beginning with #4, 7, and 86.
Prompt 87 – Life
It had been a lifetime ago, she told him, their feelings no longer mattered. She had left Britain, having lost her ties to the past when he married Ginny, and Ron went to walk his own path. It had been a lifetime ago…
They sat in a little coffee shop down the street from her house, and Harry kept looking about, paranoid that someone was eavesdropping. He was far from home, far from the life he had chosen when he married Ginny…far from the son he had in Britain.
“I would have left her if I would have known, Hermione,” he whispered.
Hermione smirked, holding her coffee cup in her hand, legs crossed at the knee, leaning back in her chair as they sat a table near the front windows of the shop.
“No, you wouldn’t have, Harry. You love Ginny.”
Harry could not disagree. He had been selfish, marrying Ginny, and wanting Hermione as a mistress of sorts.
“But that does not excuse the fact…”
“I know it doesn’t,” Hermione interrupted, the smirk still on her lips.
Harry had yet to touch his coffee. The American rock music and the strange Bostonian accents of the other patrons in the shop were distracting him.
“We have made the wrong choices. But there is little we can do to fix it.”
Harry sighed, pulling his arms from across the table to cross them before his chest.
“As far as anyone knows, Sev is my son…the father is unimportant. And I did not run away because I knew I was pregnant. I took the job with the AMC long before you decided to show up on my doorstep four years ago.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed. He did not know ‘this’ woman he stared at across the table. The Hermione Granger he knew had only existed in his past life.
“He doesn’t know that I’m…” Harry trailed.
Hermione shook her head. “To him, you are a bedtime story hero.”
Harry’s heart clenched at her words.
“So…what now?” he asked softly.
Hermione’s smirk turned into an eerie smile. “That is up to you, Harry. You’re the one who suddenly appeared on my doorstep, for a second time, demanding something of me. Four years ago, I would have given it to you willingly, but now…now, I just want to live my life, and I want my son to be unburdened by our pasts.”
He sighed. “What do you tell him about his father?”
Hermione’s smile returned to a smirk. “That he was a strong man, and he is living his own life, separate from ours. I have to tell him that this life, our life, is a fortunate one. We have each other. His father is a feeling, a figure in the back of his mind. If he wants to know his father, I will tell him about his father. For the time being, Severus’ father is not important. But he will be someday…”
Harry closed his eyes. How could this have happened? He had asked her that as soon as they sat down. Contraceptives were not always 100% effective, she said with a sad smile. She would never consider abortion…her reasoning being she had put herself in the situation of having a child, she would have to take responsibility for her actions…
That was life, she said.
Life…Harry had a wife waiting for him at home, and a son, his little James. And now…another son, one that he did not know, one that did not know him.
“Sev will find you when he needs you, Harry. I, for one, am not going to thrust you upon him and expect him to understand yet. And when he’s old enough to understand, he may not want to know. It is his life, his choices…just like the choices we made…they are our own. They may have not been the right choices, but that is something we are going to have to live with…”
Harry agreed.
“You used me.”
Harry met her eyes.
“You used me like you always used me. Your brain, your conscious, and your release. When I first found out that I was pregnant, I hated you. But I remembered…I wanted you just as badly.”
Harry licked his lips and flicked his green eyes to his untouched cup.
“But now all I want is my friend back. And most importantly, I want my son to be happy, to be healthy, to be free of the choices we made.”
Her voice had softened. Harry leaned his elbows on the table again, staring at his hands twitching on the tabletop. When Hermione’s hands slipped into his, Harry felt a current of magic course between them…a pleasant hum, one he remembered long ago…in another lifetime.
“I love you,” he whispered, avoiding her eyes. “I have always loved you, but I couldn’t…”
“Couldn’t leave Ginny, I know, Harry.”
“Selfish…I was selfish.”
She laughed. “I know, Harry.”
“And as much as I want you and Ginny…the children, I have to choose only one life.”
Hermione’s hands squeezed his.
“And it cannot be your life over hers,” he whispered.
“You have a responsibility, Harry.”
He nodded, slowly meeting her eyes at last. She was smiling still.
In another lifetime, he would have chosen her. He would have kept her at his side. Unfortunately, that dream, that life, was lost forever the moment he married Ginny. Harry knew he should have stopped himself, should have taken the moments he had had with Hermione as sign that he had chosen the wrong bride. But that had been a lifetime ago.
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
Warnings: None.
Summary: #87 – Life. We make many choices in life.
Word Count: 926 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. A conclusion to the prompts beginning with #4, 7, and 86.
Prompt 87 – Life
It had been a lifetime ago, she told him, their feelings no longer mattered. She had left Britain, having lost her ties to the past when he married Ginny, and Ron went to walk his own path. It had been a lifetime ago…
They sat in a little coffee shop down the street from her house, and Harry kept looking about, paranoid that someone was eavesdropping. He was far from home, far from the life he had chosen when he married Ginny…far from the son he had in Britain.
“I would have left her if I would have known, Hermione,” he whispered.
Hermione smirked, holding her coffee cup in her hand, legs crossed at the knee, leaning back in her chair as they sat a table near the front windows of the shop.
“No, you wouldn’t have, Harry. You love Ginny.”
Harry could not disagree. He had been selfish, marrying Ginny, and wanting Hermione as a mistress of sorts.
“But that does not excuse the fact…”
“I know it doesn’t,” Hermione interrupted, the smirk still on her lips.
Harry had yet to touch his coffee. The American rock music and the strange Bostonian accents of the other patrons in the shop were distracting him.
“We have made the wrong choices. But there is little we can do to fix it.”
Harry sighed, pulling his arms from across the table to cross them before his chest.
“As far as anyone knows, Sev is my son…the father is unimportant. And I did not run away because I knew I was pregnant. I took the job with the AMC long before you decided to show up on my doorstep four years ago.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed. He did not know ‘this’ woman he stared at across the table. The Hermione Granger he knew had only existed in his past life.
“He doesn’t know that I’m…” Harry trailed.
Hermione shook her head. “To him, you are a bedtime story hero.”
Harry’s heart clenched at her words.
“So…what now?” he asked softly.
Hermione’s smirk turned into an eerie smile. “That is up to you, Harry. You’re the one who suddenly appeared on my doorstep, for a second time, demanding something of me. Four years ago, I would have given it to you willingly, but now…now, I just want to live my life, and I want my son to be unburdened by our pasts.”
He sighed. “What do you tell him about his father?”
Hermione’s smile returned to a smirk. “That he was a strong man, and he is living his own life, separate from ours. I have to tell him that this life, our life, is a fortunate one. We have each other. His father is a feeling, a figure in the back of his mind. If he wants to know his father, I will tell him about his father. For the time being, Severus’ father is not important. But he will be someday…”
Harry closed his eyes. How could this have happened? He had asked her that as soon as they sat down. Contraceptives were not always 100% effective, she said with a sad smile. She would never consider abortion…her reasoning being she had put herself in the situation of having a child, she would have to take responsibility for her actions…
That was life, she said.
Life…Harry had a wife waiting for him at home, and a son, his little James. And now…another son, one that he did not know, one that did not know him.
“Sev will find you when he needs you, Harry. I, for one, am not going to thrust you upon him and expect him to understand yet. And when he’s old enough to understand, he may not want to know. It is his life, his choices…just like the choices we made…they are our own. They may have not been the right choices, but that is something we are going to have to live with…”
Harry agreed.
“You used me.”
Harry met her eyes.
“You used me like you always used me. Your brain, your conscious, and your release. When I first found out that I was pregnant, I hated you. But I remembered…I wanted you just as badly.”
Harry licked his lips and flicked his green eyes to his untouched cup.
“But now all I want is my friend back. And most importantly, I want my son to be happy, to be healthy, to be free of the choices we made.”
Her voice had softened. Harry leaned his elbows on the table again, staring at his hands twitching on the tabletop. When Hermione’s hands slipped into his, Harry felt a current of magic course between them…a pleasant hum, one he remembered long ago…in another lifetime.
“I love you,” he whispered, avoiding her eyes. “I have always loved you, but I couldn’t…”
“Couldn’t leave Ginny, I know, Harry.”
“Selfish…I was selfish.”
She laughed. “I know, Harry.”
“And as much as I want you and Ginny…the children, I have to choose only one life.”
Hermione’s hands squeezed his.
“And it cannot be your life over hers,” he whispered.
“You have a responsibility, Harry.”
He nodded, slowly meeting her eyes at last. She was smiling still.
In another lifetime, he would have chosen her. He would have kept her at his side. Unfortunately, that dream, that life, was lost forever the moment he married Ginny. Harry knew he should have stopped himself, should have taken the moments he had had with Hermione as sign that he had chosen the wrong bride. But that had been a lifetime ago.