AN: The hp industries don't own me - nor me them

A little muted fluff - comment pwees so I know how to better *things*

AFTER THE WAR WAS OVER

He had wondered into the dungeons. The walls spoke to him. The murky air slithered around him. The light glowed faintly green. He laughed. He knew the signs of deception and intimidation. He had invented half of them. Reminding a person of things they found unsettling made them unsettled, frightened, made them more co-operative.

"What do you think Professor?" The words ghosted through the hall. He followed it.

"Cheap tricks, they are hardly going to work on me." He was getting nearer to his target when the shadow he was following disappeared. Harry closed his eyes and listened to the footsteps coming up behind him. "You forget." He whispered.

The chuckle sent shivers down his spine, "Oh no, How could I forget that the Boy-who-lived is afraid of nothing." Harry could hear the smirk and in his minds eyes he could see it situated under anticipating eyes.

"That is not true." He told the man that had slithered against his back. His head rolled to the side.

Words hardly spoken caressed his ear. "Oh? What are you afraid of then Professor?"

Harry hummed as he leaned against his husband. "Losing you, of course."

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"You promised you would come to bed." It was dark and papers fluttered through the air sorting themselves, string connected, then disconnected, then reconnected the pictures and would start again with a shake of the weary arouras head.

"We still haven't found her." The frustration burnt the night air.

Brown eyes drooped, "You will find her." Harry could see the worry in his husbands face. "You are the saviour, you can't help it. Even at the cost of yourself." A Hot cup of coffee was pressed into his hand.

"This is the last one, I swear." He promised giving his partner a kiss on the cheek.

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He woke with a scream. The nightmares still lingered. His hand shook. Looking down to his side he could see green eyes blink open. "Did, I wake you." There was a small shake of raven hair.

"I've been awake for a while." The cherry lips voiced.

Blaise ran his fingerers down a clammy cheek. "You to?" Eyelashes brushed his hand as it received a kiss.

"He is gone."

"Yes. Yes he is."

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The two survivors held each other close and solidified their reality outside of war. Neither would sleep again that night. Slowly the nights would become more peaceful.

"I got it!" His voice was light and unbelieving.

"You got it!" His husband confirmed looking at the thick parchment.

Harry nodded, "I'm going back to Hogwarts." The letter congratulated him on his new position of Defence against the dark arts Professor. "What if I'm terrible." Harry could feel the doubt creeping in.

"You will be great." The voice stated in his ear as his partner hugged him.

"Maybe I should…" Harry thought of the years he had dedicated to the ministry and the position he had earned.

There was a sudden lack of warmth when a solitary sentence penetrated his musings. "I'm burning them."

"What?" Harry turned in time to see the tale end of black robes leading into the hallway going towards the bedroom. "Blaise? Wait, what are you-." He realised what was happening as he back tracked on what was said. "YOU CAN'T BURN MY AROURA ROBES!" He yelled.

"WATCH ME!"