Run Away With Me

"Run away with me, my love, and I shall set you free."

"But where will we go, my love, for us to be free?"

"We shall go far, far away to a place of better times. Now run away with me, my love, so we may have a chance."

"But the winter is cold and our hearts, colder still, how far will we possibly run?"

"It matters not how far we go, but the fact that we shall. Now will you run away with me, my love, so I can set us free?"

"No, I shan't run away with you, my love, it will never make us free."

"Running away with you, my love, will never make me free."

The air was frigid, the ground was barren, the trees were bare—the signs of winter's caress were everywhere, but they went unnoticed by the man striding up and down the snow-strewn forest path. His titanium mane whipped behind him as he muttered expletives to the wind, his pacing had already created a path of its own in the thick snow.

There was the flutter of wings from somewhere and his head snapped up, stormy eyes searching the skies for any signs of the one he awaited. It barely took one glance at the grey skies to confirm his suspicion—she was not coming.

He had waited for days, now, patiently—but that was ebbing away to be replaced by cold fury, match-worthy for the likes of winter. He sighed, his broad, emerald clad shoulders slumping with dismay and exhaustion. He had hoped she would come, but his hopes were in vain.

Another sunset would come and go, but still, she did not come.

He perched on the edge of a boulder and propped his chin atop his hand as he brooded. What was it that he had done, for her to turn him away?

He did not know. As always, her thoughts and emotions were hers and hers alone and no means of cunning could transgress the graceful being that was Rowena Ravenclaw. No means of cunning, not even one as great as his, could break through her walls of ice.

He watched idly as a single snowflake drifted down to land on his knee and in the instant it touched the leathery fabric, he used his magic to freeze it so it would never melt. He smiled as he splayed his fingers, watching the snowflake grow to ten times its size. Every jagged edge and every crystal facet was so thoroughly perfect that his very first thought was that it would be an ideal present for her.

He straightened up at the thought—yes, she would love it. She would treasure it. He could see it—the way her ebony eyes widened and the way her full lips parted with surprise. He wanted her to have it—the enchanted snowflake that would forever remind her of what they had.

And then he remembered—what they had was much like the beautiful crystal in his palm. It was cold and beautiful, everlasting and unchanging. It would remain that way for all eternity and even when his hair was no longer titanium, but a powdery white, and her raven locks were as grey as his eyes, it would still be the same.

He would continue to ask her to come away with him and she would continue to refuse him every time.

He watched the snowflake revolve slowly in his palm, its faces catching and reflecting light like a prism, and all he felt was bitterness and resentment towards the beauty that he held in his hands.

And as he eased the magic containing it to its form and watched it melt away into nothingness, the only thought that filled his mind was that even an eternal snowflake he could melt, but her heart remained as frozen as winter's core.

A/n: This is a very short- and also my first- drabble for the Sacred Stones Competition on Diagon Alley II and will be the first chapter of my series of drabbles that starts from the Founders Era and goes up till the Next-gen Era, each chapter consisting of a character/pairing of my choice from their respective eras- Fifty Shades of Then, Now, and Tomorrow, for the Fifty Shades of...Challenge on HPFC.

This is literally my first time writing a drabble, so critique and suggestions will be very helpful.

This chapter features Salazar Slytherin as he laments of his love for Rowena Ravenclaw.

The Challenge:

Write a drabble of between 500 to 1000 words based on your OTP. My prompt of choice was Titanium.

The Challenge:

For this challenge, you will be writing fifty stories. They can be drabbles or one-shots, and they can also be any length. They must be kept in a collection, and that collection will be named after Fifty Shades in a fashion, hence the title of the challenge. My story, as I have mentioned already, will begin with the Founders Era, then move through the Marauders and the Golden Trio Era and finally end with the Nex-gen Era. Characters will differ in every chapter and will feature one or more characters from the same era. I will mention when I move from one era to the next.

Thank you for reading~

Lots of love~