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Fanfiction: Unseen Symmetry
Summary: You could have anyone, anyone at all, yet you choose to be with me. I'm sure one day, you'll realise this, so I'll take what I can get, every last drop.
Warnings: Non-Magic Severus. Snarry. Angst, angst, angst…
Dark, shoulder length hair covers the man's face as he sifts through a box of photos, his worn but tear-free clothes producing the only sounds in the room as they rub against each other.
Calloused, rough pads on his hands show the labour and toil they had seen, a testament to the wisdom gained over years of hard work, however there is no force applied to the photos at all. Instead, they are lovingly caressed, as if they are something precious that could break at any moment, and at the same time firmly gripped to prevent it from flying far away until it is but a dot in a sea of memories.
The man flips to the back of a photo. Smudged, faded and yellowing black ink scrawled messily across reveals that the photo had been taken on his lovers birthday, a few years ago.
He rubs his thumb over the face on the picture before seemingly snapping out of his daze and places the picture into the ever-growing pile beside him. Every picture of his lover and him go into the pile, both a soothing balm and a sharp, jagged stake to his heart.
Another hour later, he rocks onto his heels, placing the last photo into the pile with a sigh, before liberating his wand and banishing the photos to his new apartment. He places his hands on his knees, groaning as his aching joints push him up. His eyes roam around the room one more time, making a quick last-minute sweep around the room.
Apparently satisfied that he had not left anything behind, he summons his robe from the living room and picks up his bag from the bed. With quick footwork he makes his way to the sofa, plops down and waits.
A few minutes later, his wait is over and the sound of a key in a lock is heard. The man picks up his bag, walks to a corner to hide in the shadow and looks at the living room patiently, holding his breath in suspense.
His lover enters, and he is blown away by the beauty that had not diminished one iota ever since the day he had laid eyes on him. Stunning complexion, beautiful eyes that held love and affection yet glowed with power, the tall, lean figure accentuated by the way he carried himself with confidence and intelligence.
The man steps out of the shadow, watching as his lover whirls around with a loving smile that quickly turned to confusion.
"Temporaria Gravi Somno." The other man at once buckles to his knees, looking up through half-lidded eyes that were quickly filling with glistening tears. His jaw works, trying to make his thoughts known yet all that came out was a garbled sigh.
Staring down at his most precious person, the man struggled to move his seemingly frozen limbs and with jerky, mechanical movements, carries his lover towards their bedroom and lays him down onto the bed.
He parts the hair from his husband's closed eyes and moves to place a kiss upon soft skin and leaves a parting whisper, a mere ghost of a breath on the cheek.
"Meus unus… you deserve so much more."
With the final deed done, he walks back down to get his bags, placing a small bowler hat upon his head and wrapping a scarf around his neck.
Gathering his resolve, he extracts his wand in the house for what would be the final time, and the only wizard in the house cast a second spell that afternoon, the last one of which its traces would ever grace the household. The man steels his emotions, and declares in a firm voice.
"Delens Quod Harry James… Potter-Snape."
The lightning bolt-scarred man steps out of their apartment and into the pouring rain, leaving the magic to do its work. He looks up and resists the urge to sigh, bowing his head under the heavy weight of his thoughts, and leaves the only one he ever called home, any traces of his bitter tears immediately washes away with the rain.
Okay, that's my fic! I feel so proud of myself for thinking up new spells. I don't know Latin so if it's wrong, feel free to correct me.
Anyway, according to Google Translate:
Delens Quod: existence erase
-Erases all possible traces of the existence of a person, object or animal. The spell is specified by saying the subject whom you wish to focus the spell on after the spell, including memories of any living creature in the focused area.
Temporaria Gravi Somno: temporary deep sleep
-Forces the subject into a temporary deep sleep for about two to three hours. The subject cannot be awakened by magical or non-magical means, and will only awake when the spell wears off. Unharmful to the subject.
Meus Unus: My one and only
Er yeah, so that's all. Hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think!
Beersmoo