Standard disclaimers apply with regards to intellectual property of HP characters, et. al.
AU post-DH, Snape!lives, and will eventually feature SS/HP, but not sure how in depth or slashy it will get.
It's been a while since I've posted anything that is currently under construction, so I'm warning you now that I do not write every day and it may be a while (note: a *while* does not mean never, or even forever, it just means not every day) before it ends. Especially since I'm doing something dangerous: writing a story with no clear plot - just an end goal. Oh, and I'm 6 months pregnant, so who knows what drama will go on there that might prevent me from writing/finishing in a timely fashion. Just sayin' - come in with your eyes wide open. If you've got slash issues, you're searching in the wrong section. Go find some nice het-fic to curl up with.
The Journey's Destination
Prologue
A bright white ball of light, perhaps the size of a large orange, approached the podium. The area was flooded with pure, blinding brightness, coming from some unknown source. If one had to pick a color, it would be white. White above, white below, white all around. Only the podium provided any contrast.
"Ah, so good to see you," the being behind the ornate, brass structure greeted the light.
"Likewise," was the reply.
"What would you like to do this time? Wait?"
"Perhaps. How long?" The ball hovered, pulsating slightly with discomfort.
"Maybe twenty years. Give or take," the being gave what amounted to a shrug.
"So long…being apart is…quite uncomfortable." The pulsing grew more noticeable.
A slight chuckle. "Ah, yes. I would imagine that. Do you wish to wait?" The question was repeated, but without impatience.
"Mm, no. I think I might find it preferable to be in a body, waiting there. We'll find each other."
A knowing smile. "You always do. That is kind of the point."
"Indeed."
"Well, off you go, to that side, then," the being gestured to its left.
"Yes, yes I should know the drill by now."
The being nodded as the light drifted off. "Enjoy…" And then it was tending to the next ball of light that had taken up occupancy at the front of what appeared to be a never-ending line.
The light drifted in the direction the being had intimated, the pace leisurely at first. The further it got from the podium, however, the faster it seemed it was being sucked into some unseeable, unidentifiable vortex. A loud rushing sound, akin to a freight train, grew as the light went even further, and then suddenly, the light was gone, having disappeared from sight in the place wherever it had been.
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It was dark, warm, and safe for what seemed like a very long time. Then, quite suddenly, everything changed, and within a few minutes' time there was a sensation of being compressed through a tiny tube. And then there was light – bright, harsh, blinding. And it was cold. Noisy. Unpleasant. This part is never enjoyable…was the last remaining thought before an ear-splitting wail pierced the night air.
