A/N: So I know I shouldn't be posting another story when I'm already working on two others. But I couldn't help myself. So, here's In Death, Love Survives.
Summary:
Harry, Ron, and Hermione travel back in time to their first year.
Warnings(More to be added later):
Dark!Harry, Ron , Hermione. Good Dark side. Threesome and slash. Time travel.
Pairings(More to be added later):
Ron/Harry/Hermione
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
The wind howled, snow swirled through the air, blanketing everything in sight.
Three figures huddled together in a dark corner of a cave, shivering underneath a threadbare blanket. All they had for warmth was their body heat and thin, worn clothes. No fire could be risked, for it would give away their location to their pursuers.
The figure in the middle gave a weak cough, then chuckled hoarsely. "I guess this is it, Ron, 'mione. Though, I never would have thought we would die this way, hunted by the very people they were supposed to save."
Ron shook his head at the figure's left and spoke quietly, voice rough with disuse and pain. "Everything we've done for the so-called Light, and they spent years lying to our faces, stealing from you, Harry." Here he looked at the figure in the middle.
Harry nodded his head solemnly, trying his best to hold back the overwhelming anguish threatening to break free from his clutches.
Hermione spoke up softly, tears trailing down her face. "How could we be so naive as to believe they actually cared? It was so obvious, looking back now, how we were just pawns in the Headmaster's game. He never cared about anyone. He killed those who defied him, those who gave their loyalty to us."
Harry tugged Hermione tighter into his arms as she broke down into quiet sobs and Ron tightened his hold on both of them.
Harry laughed brokenly, "And they died in vain. We three, the last of Dumbles' opposition, the former golden trio, bleeding out in a cave from curses cast by those who, once upon a time, pretended to care about us."
Tears cascaded down the faces of the three occupants of the cave. They were dying and not even magic could save them. It was only a matter of time before they succumbed to the darkness encroaching on their vision.
Silence reigned between the three for many a minute while they silently contemplated their lives so far. Everything their once beloved Headmaster put them through forefront in their minds. The lies and secrets kept. The pain and misery they were faced with. All the hardships they went through and for what? Absolutely nothing.
They had been on the wrong side of the war, that they knew. Those who would have loved them-treasured them-were those who they spent every waking hour fighting against. All because of one man, greedy for fame and fortune.
Their parents and friends, those they counted as family, were all dead by the hands of that man and those who followed him. And now, they too, were on the precipice of eternal sleep.
With the darkness ever growing, Harry spoke. "I love you both, so much."
Ron and Hermione repeated the words, filling them with all the love for their partners they could muster.
Hermione looked over her two lovers and spoke quietly into the night, "I wish we could have a second chance to do things right. A chance to live our lives the way they were supposed to be."
Ron and Harry nodded in agreement, silently wishing with all they had for such a chance.
As the night wore on, the trio grew numb to the pain and cold.
Lured into the sweet embrace of darkness, the three drifted off to the land beyond the living, entirely unaware that their wish had been heard and granted.