Anniversary
Disclaimer: I in no way, shape or form own anything in this story. This is JK Rowling's world. If you don't like gay themes, then don't read. It's as simple as that.
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All hollows Eve. Halloween. For everyone, it's a night of parties and fun. Everyone, that is, but him.
He walked down the pathway between the sites. Gravesites. Tombs. Crypts. Vaults. No matter what you call them, everyone here is dead. Not coming back. No matter how much you want them to. They won't. The end. No way you can change it. That's it.
He got to the very end. The very center of the cemetery, there it was. The reminder of when his own life ended. The reminder of when he wanted to just lie down and breathe his last breath.
As he looked at the huge memorial, the wind moaned and an owl called out, just to be unanswered. Just like him. Wanting to hear the answering call of his love, but unable to.
He sat there for almost four hours, telling his love of everything that had happened since he last talked to him. All about the world and his love's son. He always saved this for last. He had a routine. He'd been doing it for fourteen years, why should he break habit now?
As always, when he finished his news, he laid down eleven red roses and one white on the grave. After telling his love he would be back later and that he loves him, he left.
Walking back down the path, you can see the name on the headstone.
James Potter.
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Just a scene I wrote. Can you figure out who the other person was?
Disclaimer: I in no way, shape or form own anything in this story. This is JK Rowling's world. If you don't like gay themes, then don't read. It's as simple as that.
* * *
All hollows Eve. Halloween. For everyone, it's a night of parties and fun. Everyone, that is, but him.
He walked down the pathway between the sites. Gravesites. Tombs. Crypts. Vaults. No matter what you call them, everyone here is dead. Not coming back. No matter how much you want them to. They won't. The end. No way you can change it. That's it.
He got to the very end. The very center of the cemetery, there it was. The reminder of when his own life ended. The reminder of when he wanted to just lie down and breathe his last breath.
As he looked at the huge memorial, the wind moaned and an owl called out, just to be unanswered. Just like him. Wanting to hear the answering call of his love, but unable to.
He sat there for almost four hours, telling his love of everything that had happened since he last talked to him. All about the world and his love's son. He always saved this for last. He had a routine. He'd been doing it for fourteen years, why should he break habit now?
As always, when he finished his news, he laid down eleven red roses and one white on the grave. After telling his love he would be back later and that he loves him, he left.
Walking back down the path, you can see the name on the headstone.
James Potter.
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Just a scene I wrote. Can you figure out who the other person was?