a Noctem Kitchen Pastry production (pie and casserole)

Title: Catching the Fallen

Rating: PG-13

By: Cordelia and Sakura River

Disclaimer: No we do not own Harry, we do not own Draco, we do not own Ron, we do not own Hermione, we do not own Voldemort, we do not own Anything, except for maybe our word processors. And since we would like to go to college some day maybe you could not sue us?

Note: This is an idea spawned by a friend of mine that I had the joy to rag on her for. Originally we planned to write it together, in equal parts. I wound up writing the whole thing since she didn't have time to finish. She really is the most amazingly busy person I know. So all worship for plot-bunny-ness should go to the amazing Casserole.

Prologue

Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Albert Camus

The skies were dark slate gray of rain clouds. The fine rain filtered down to the procession moving through the graveyard and gathering around a pair of tombstones to pay their last respects. One young woman knelt in front of the set of tombstones, reaching out a hand to caress her mothers and fathers names forever etched in stone; her bushy hair dampened by the rain. Two people separated from the thinning crowd to kneel down beside her.

"Come on," said the boy with pale blond hair, "let's go back to our house, people are leaving, you really shouldn't dwell on it." His voice was concerned and gentle.

"Yeah." said the black haired boy, smiling slightly from her other side. "We were married here, remember?" he said, speaking over the girls head to the other young man. This coaxed the tinniest of smiles out of the girl.

"That's it." The blond one said, "Let's go."

They helped her up and she walked with them back through the graveyard. They were followed by another young man, forgotten in the crowd of black. His red hair held him apart in the black, but it was not enough to catch the attention of the leaving three even though he followed them all the way to the parking lot. He stood on the church steps in rain and watched the silver car pull away and out into the slick gray rain filled city.

A/N: Yeah! Fist bit done. What you think? Are we good, do you want to read more? Don't worry, it wont all be churches and graveyards and rain an' stuff (that might be interesting though) things will happen I promise. In fact in the next two chapters we'll actually name all the characters (not like you can't guess).