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:
1,581
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 One
AN: I wrote this shortly after one of my best friends, who was also my first love, died a few years ago. It suited my mood and I always like to think that he’s watching over me, and our friends. I miss him dearly and hope that whatever there is in the afterlife is taking care of him.
Rose
@~*~
Who are you?
Part One
The voice… I began hearing him on my twenty-first birthday. He refused to tell me his name.
“Who are you?” I questioned, quietly.
“Someone to be feared,” was the stoic reply.
“Feared? Why?”
“I could kill you.”
“I’m sure you could, but will you?” I’m not afraid of him, and I feel a gentle hand caress my cheek.
“Not today.”
“Please, who are you?” I repeat.
“Can you not see me?”
“I don’t see,” I rest my blank unseeing eyes upon the area in which I think he may be standing.
“Me, or at all?”
“At all,” I sigh.
“You are blind?”
“I am. Are you beautiful?”
“I’m male.” Is his response.
“So? You could still be beautiful.” I state.
“I maybe. I must leave.”
“Will you return?”
“I may.”
Then he was gone, and I was alone. The feeling depressed me. How could I have gotten so attached to his presence so quickly? It was fifteen years until I heard him again… I was thirty-six.
My husband of five years had cheated on me with his nineteen year old secretary. I had just finished the strenuous divorce process. I was exhausted, and my pride was injured from his betrayal. I wasn’t sure I had loved him, but it still hurt. I heard a cough.
“Who are you?” I whisper.
“I am the one who loves you most.”
“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?” His voice is soft.
“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?” I’m near tears. “I’m so tired.”
“You are not ready yet.”
“When?”
“I cannot say.” His voice is distant. “Goodbye.”
“No! Don’t leave me!”
“Goodbye my love.”
“Please!” I sob, reaching my hand towards where I think he must have been.
I lay on my bed and cried for hours after he left me. I still didn’t know his name.
Two years later, I’ve lost my job, under new management. They were d0wnsizing… and it’s very difficult to find another job. Most places discriminate against me because I cannot see.
Six months later, I’ve been kicked out of my apartment. I couldn’t get up enough money to pay my rent. They kept everything but the clothes on my back. I have no money… where am I to go?
I feel so lost and alone. I’ve been on this street for god knows how long. It’s a struggle to live day to day… My walking sticks broken, it’s hard to avoid objects in my way without it.
It’s Christmas, I think. I can hear the carolers, I can feel the snow. I curl into myself trying to warm up. It’s so cold. I cough.
“My love.”
“Who are you?” My voice sounds foreign to my own ears; I haven’t spoken in so long.
“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,” he lifts my shivering frame into his arms. “Any questions before we go?”
“Two.”
“Yes?”
“What took you so long? I missed you.”
“You weren’t ready to come with me,” he kissed my forehead. “Your other question love?”
“Who are you?” I ask, nuzzling his neck.
“My name is Severus.” He smiled down at me, and I saw.
His glorious face, I saw, “Why can I see?”
“Because you’re coming home, muse,” his grin widened.
“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.”
Death isn’t such a horrible thing; I don’t think it will ever be. You still love me… I’m so glad to have you’re arms around me again.
“I do love you. This world didn’t deserve you, my muse.”
The world faded away and all I have to worry about is how to make you smile at me again.
~And I’ll love you, until the end of time and beyond~
~*~*~*~*~*~
The End
Rose
@~*~
Who are you?
Part One
The voice… I began hearing him on my twenty-first birthday. He refused to tell me his name.
“Who are you?” I questioned, quietly.
“Someone to be feared,” was the stoic reply.
“Feared? Why?”
“I could kill you.”
“I’m sure you could, but will you?” I’m not afraid of him, and I feel a gentle hand caress my cheek.
“Not today.”
“Please, who are you?” I repeat.
“Can you not see me?”
“I don’t see,” I rest my blank unseeing eyes upon the area in which I think he may be standing.
“Me, or at all?”
“At all,” I sigh.
“You are blind?”
“I am. Are you beautiful?”
“I’m male.” Is his response.
“So? You could still be beautiful.” I state.
“I maybe. I must leave.”
“Will you return?”
“I may.”
Then he was gone, and I was alone. The feeling depressed me. How could I have gotten so attached to his presence so quickly? It was fifteen years until I heard him again… I was thirty-six.
My husband of five years had cheated on me with his nineteen year old secretary. I had just finished the strenuous divorce process. I was exhausted, and my pride was injured from his betrayal. I wasn’t sure I had loved him, but it still hurt. I heard a cough.
“Who are you?” I whisper.
“I am the one who loves you most.”
“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?” His voice is soft.
“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?” I’m near tears. “I’m so tired.”
“You are not ready yet.”
“When?”
“I cannot say.” His voice is distant. “Goodbye.”
“No! Don’t leave me!”
“Goodbye my love.”
“Please!” I sob, reaching my hand towards where I think he must have been.
I lay on my bed and cried for hours after he left me. I still didn’t know his name.
Two years later, I’ve lost my job, under new management. They were d0wnsizing… and it’s very difficult to find another job. Most places discriminate against me because I cannot see.
Six months later, I’ve been kicked out of my apartment. I couldn’t get up enough money to pay my rent. They kept everything but the clothes on my back. I have no money… where am I to go?
I feel so lost and alone. I’ve been on this street for god knows how long. It’s a struggle to live day to day… My walking sticks broken, it’s hard to avoid objects in my way without it.
It’s Christmas, I think. I can hear the carolers, I can feel the snow. I curl into myself trying to warm up. It’s so cold. I cough.
“My love.”
“Who are you?” My voice sounds foreign to my own ears; I haven’t spoken in so long.
“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,” he lifts my shivering frame into his arms. “Any questions before we go?”
“Two.”
“Yes?”
“What took you so long? I missed you.”
“You weren’t ready to come with me,” he kissed my forehead. “Your other question love?”
“Who are you?” I ask, nuzzling his neck.
“My name is Severus.” He smiled down at me, and I saw.
His glorious face, I saw, “Why can I see?”
“Because you’re coming home, muse,” his grin widened.
“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.”
Death isn’t such a horrible thing; I don’t think it will ever be. You still love me… I’m so glad to have you’re arms around me again.
“I do love you. This world didn’t deserve you, my muse.”
The world faded away and all I have to worry about is how to make you smile at me again.
~And I’ll love you, until the end of time and beyond~
~*~*~*~*~*~
The End