Yes, I have uploaded a new story. Yes, you are allowed to curse me. No, I do not appreciate assassins being sent after me. Try and show a little more creativity, would you?
This is my first ever crossover and my first attempt of trying my hand at the BBC Sherlock Holmes universe - because where's the fun in doing things halfway? I may or may not twist the canon universes, timelines, and other similarly subsidiary stuff beyond recognition just for the fun of it. Because this is what this little project is for me, people: fun.
Here are a couple of things you should be aware of before you start reading: English is not my native language. Every chapter is written for a prompt word and will be short (expect around 300-600 words on average). Part I (or the first nine drabbles) plays entirely in the HP!Universe, hence the title 'There'. Part II (titled 'Here') will include characters and possibly even plotlines from the HP and the SH!Universe. There will be slash. Harry Potter will not be paired with Ginny Weasley. Ginny Weasley will be an important character anyways. The story also starts out a little (okay a lot) depressive but it gets better, I promise! Oh, and there will be talk about suicide,indirectly for the most part, but still heavily implied.
And before I forget, Part I will be written from Ginny's perspective, Part II from Harry's. I have my reasons for that and the first nine chapters are necessary to explain some of their background and the platonic!relationship between Harry and Ginny.
C'mon guys, give it a chance. You know you want to ;)
|Within this cloudier heaven|
by Mirrorshard
Part I: There
"You can not bind magic."
In Between Worlds
Ginny wakes up.
She wakes up and it's—fragmented.
The light comes first, bright and cold and blinding. Then comes the noise, excited voices, angry screams, pained sobs. There are hands touching her, clinging to her limp fingers, petting her hair, stroking her arms—holding on because they are afraid of letting go, like she'll slip through their fingers if they aren't too careful. Like they need to anchor her, here, now, before she drifts beyond their reach.
She doesn't tell them that it's too late.
She blinks.
The words come later. Questions. Pleas. Accusations. How could you, they demand to know. I know things haven't been easy for you, they assure. He's gone, they whisper.
She blinks.
They get a medi-witch first—because it's practical and resources are tight and the war has started. Shock, the plump woman tells them and they believe her.
She blinks.
They take her to St. Mungos—because she isn't getting better and they refuse to give up on her and they can't afford to keep her. It's for your own good, they tell her and don't hear the twisted irony in their own words.
Irrevocable brain damage is the diagnosis that causes them to cry in grief and agony and guilt.
She blinks.
They keep her in a closed-off room with no sharp devices and colourless walls. They talk to her like she's a child as they feed her, wash her, take care of her. They say she won't get better. They say she's damaged beyond repair. They say the war will be over soon. They say everything is going to be alright.
They lie.
She blinks.
The red-eyed man comes eventually. His robes are the first spot of darkness she's seen in weeks and—she knows they've lost.
She blinks.
She doesn't fear this man, even though there's no reason for her not to. But. He's gone. He's moved on, to a place she can't seem to follow, and she's drifting, in between, almost here but never truly there, and she doesn't care about this world, doesn't care about any world—has only ever cared about him.
The red-eyed man looks, simply looks at her for a long moment. Then he smiles a lipless smile and—"You've done well, child."—with a soundless pop he's gone.
She blinks.
She doesn't wake up in a closed-off room with no sharp devices and colourless walls the following morning.
In Between Worlds
So, despite my claims of doing this only for fun - or maybe because of it - I'm pretty nervous about this. It means trying out something new and it's exciting but frankly it's also nerve-wracking *sheepish grin*
Tell me your thoughts in a review? Pretty please? *tries puppy dog eyes and probably looks like she's having a seizure*
Since these chapters are so short the next part will be up within a few days. Until then, have a great time!
xx ReRe