idk this is. . .personal. This is just the prologue but the main part of the story starts just before Prisoner of Azkaban. This story will have plenty of triggers, so please be cautious when reading. Warnings will be posted at the beginning of what I feel to be the more difficult chapters.
If anyone cares, the sort of theme song to the story is Find A Place by Iko. It just fit so well.
I hope you enjoy, I apologize for any confusion but please have patience with me.
"I want a viking funeral."
"Chloe!"
He smirked at the side of her face, watching the lanterns ascend into the sky above the castle from the center of the lake. "Why would you say that?"
She shrugged, her eyes flitting to his hand, her fingers twitching as she wished to reach for him. "I think it would be beautiful." She turned to him fully, lips twisted into a knowing smile. "What about you, what do you want?"
He cocked his head softly. "What do I want?"
"Chloe please!"
He hummed softly and looked back to the sky, the small lanterns drifting above their heads; peace. For the first time in twelve years.
Her eyes were wide on him, wand held out in a shaky hand as she hunched forward; green tendrils of light drifted down from her back. Her lips gasped, fear plain with tears falling down her cheeks; his name was lost on her lips.
"A place." He smiled at her, this soft smile she knew held lies. "A soft place. . .warm. . .happy. . ."
"Chl. . .Chloe. . ." his bruised fingers reached from the black rock she had knocked him into, at her feet, leaving black streaks across the toes of her pink shoes. "Please. . ."
"Just for us," he looked down at his grimy fingers, hiding them in his palms. "You won't have to be scared anymore. . .I won't have to run, it'll just be us."
She collapsed to the floor, her wand clattering away as chaos swam around them in slow motion. That cackling followed around them, Harry screaming, lost in rage as Remus ran towards them. But Chloe was the focus, the one reaching, the one who was going dark.
She smiled, tears sparkling in the corners of her eyes in knowing. "We can call it home," she nodded. "I would like that. . ."
He cupped her cheek in his hand, shaking profusely in pain and fear and grief and distress. "Chloe please, no we can fix this." He looked into her eyes as they lost their light. "Chloe please, I never even got to tell you. . ."
"Will you always be there though." She wasn't looking at him anymore, she was staring at his hand again, aching to take it but she knew. "Promise you won't leave."
"It'll be okay," she whispered, her eyes going dark, empty. "I promise. . ."
He stared at her for a long time, watching the hope dim in her eyes; he loved her eyes. "I promise."
