Whispers in Time
By: Melanie
The Annoying Little Evil Writer Girl
Disclaimer: Not mine, not paid, not sane.
Summary: Several short vignettes of couples I adore (or in the case of two of them, simply found convenient at the time). Came up with the idea while screwing around with PowerPoint; I used the phrases on each slide that appear in the first three vignettes I wrote, which are now in a different order. After that, I just kept going.
Notes: These are in timeline order. I also tried v. hard to keep everyone in character.
Since FF.net is bullshit:
/This/ is Italics
*This* is bold.
Underline can go to hell!
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"Always trust your heart." "Even if you cannot bear to act on it?" "Especially then."
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One:
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When she came in that day, I knew things were wrong. I also knew not to ask. But what I /knew/ was never in my way. The heart comes first. That was the last thing my mother ever taught me. Left that little bit scribed in a gold ring, she did. I always wear that ring now.
But Minerva was not my mother. *She* did not believe in the "heart first" idea, she believed in common sense. I hate common sense; I did then and I do now, although now I at least know how to use it.
It was my sixth year and her seventh on this particular day. I was reading in the library that day, although I can't remember what. But when she came in, looking miserable and worn, I shut down everything. My books were in my bag and I had stood by the time she reached my table. I didn't even let her sit; I just turned her right around with my arm and led her back to my dorm room.
Ah, those were the days, when the Prefects had their own rooms. She had never minded my room; it was quite warm for the dungeons. Sometimes she would not let me get her to my bed, but opted for my chair instead. She had always been careful about intimacy. Sex was not a part of our relationship. No ifs, ands, or buts. I didn't mind; slowly I was changing that without her knowing it.
Today she led /me/ there, led me there in a rush. She grabbed my bag and took it from my shoulder, pushing me onto the bed within the next instance. While she had always been passionate, Minerva had never been lustful. But that night was different, that night she took control.
I should have realized that there would be a catch. I realized it far too late. That night was about her, us, and love. She discarded her glasses, her hair tie, her robes and mine alike within the moments her lips were on mine. That night was the end of so many things, too many things. I wonder sometimes, if I hadn't been so jealous, so selfish, if only I had refused her advances, would I still have her? But I don't dwell on it very long very often, because I know I couldn't have resisted her then, no matter what. And she knew it.
When I lay with her that night, we were just two lovers, no longer innocent, no longer virgin. I could not have found a better day in my life; actually, I still haven't. And she told me that she loved me. She said it over and over and over.
But the next morning, the next morning she was gone. I expected it, but a foreboding ate at me. When I saw her at lunch, she pulled me aside. "I have to talk to you." I knew it right away; she was going to say something I wouldn't like. "That thing you always say, about your heart, it doesn't work; I tried it already."
"Always trust your heart." I repeated it, but she wasn't going to listen and I knew it.
"Even if you cannot bear to act on it?" she practically pleaded for me to go against my belief. The sorrow laced in her eyes that day broke what had remained of my heart.
I hesitated, I wasn't sure if should answer her. But how could I resist her? I loved her so much. "Especially then." But I had a feeling that I should have kept my mouth shut. My heart. My heart told me otherwise, and I always trusted my heart.
"You have my heart; I cannot trust it any longer. Forgive me."
"What are you saying, Minerva?" I had a good idea what she was saying, but I had to hear her say it, if she couldn't, then I had a chance.
She raised her gaze to mine and sighed. As she smiled wistfully, she uttered the words that would destroy my last hopes; "It's over, Tom. I can't see you anymore." And then she walked away. She had the *nerve* to walk away from *me!* Me! Someday she would see her mistake, I had been sure of it.
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She looks beautiful now, all these years later, standing defiantly in front of me. I wouldn't want it any other way. That old fool Dumbledore will not notice her absence for sometime yet, and I have time enough to change her mind.
But when was I really *that* naïve? The look she gives me shows me that I still can be, even now. Even after hundreds of thousands of murders and over a decade of fear, she can make me realize that Tom still exists. And I hate her for that. Damn you, Minerva, damn you.
She crosses her arms in her stubbornness. "I'll fight my way out of here Tom, I'll die before I join you." I am a little shocked that she called me Tom, though I know I shouldn't have been.
"I am not Tom anymore. You killed Tom." She looks as if she had been bitten, although she recovers soon enough.
"Fine. Then I wont have any qualms about killing you here and now," she is set like stone, but deep down, I know she doesn't want to do it. I just smile. I'm sure she does not see Tom in my face now. This twisted form I have must disgust her. But I still love her. Tom still loves her.
She aims her wand at my head and waits. I walk towards her, and yet she does not cast any spell. "Why did you leave me, Minerva?" I growl. It is the question that has haunted me for years now.
"I knew what you were. /This/." It is said with disgust and hatred, almost as though I had left a permanent stench on her. And perhaps I did; hers certainly stayed on me. Her damn love is still on me today.
I am tired of playing gracious host for someone who treats me with such dislike. I reach forward to her and grab her wand hand, snapping the wand in half. Her face shows horror at me. I have noticed I have a touch like ice. I lean in to her, still holding her left wrist. "Good-bye, Minerva." And I throw her backwards into the portal from which I brought her. She will be back in her chambers within the minute. And she will always remember that she had a chance to kill me. But that damned thing called love got in the way. Which means I'm right.
Love is useless. And only fools fall in love.
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Reviews are very much appreciated, I already have several of the chapters done, so they will be posted faster than I usually do. Thank you to Flame Tigress, my gorgeous Beta-Reader. Read her shit. It is very good.
By: Melanie
The Annoying Little Evil Writer Girl
Disclaimer: Not mine, not paid, not sane.
Summary: Several short vignettes of couples I adore (or in the case of two of them, simply found convenient at the time). Came up with the idea while screwing around with PowerPoint; I used the phrases on each slide that appear in the first three vignettes I wrote, which are now in a different order. After that, I just kept going.
Notes: These are in timeline order. I also tried v. hard to keep everyone in character.
Since FF.net is bullshit:
/This/ is Italics
*This* is bold.
Underline can go to hell!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Always trust your heart." "Even if you cannot bear to act on it?" "Especially then."
~*~*~*~*~
One:
~*~*~*~*~
When she came in that day, I knew things were wrong. I also knew not to ask. But what I /knew/ was never in my way. The heart comes first. That was the last thing my mother ever taught me. Left that little bit scribed in a gold ring, she did. I always wear that ring now.
But Minerva was not my mother. *She* did not believe in the "heart first" idea, she believed in common sense. I hate common sense; I did then and I do now, although now I at least know how to use it.
It was my sixth year and her seventh on this particular day. I was reading in the library that day, although I can't remember what. But when she came in, looking miserable and worn, I shut down everything. My books were in my bag and I had stood by the time she reached my table. I didn't even let her sit; I just turned her right around with my arm and led her back to my dorm room.
Ah, those were the days, when the Prefects had their own rooms. She had never minded my room; it was quite warm for the dungeons. Sometimes she would not let me get her to my bed, but opted for my chair instead. She had always been careful about intimacy. Sex was not a part of our relationship. No ifs, ands, or buts. I didn't mind; slowly I was changing that without her knowing it.
Today she led /me/ there, led me there in a rush. She grabbed my bag and took it from my shoulder, pushing me onto the bed within the next instance. While she had always been passionate, Minerva had never been lustful. But that night was different, that night she took control.
I should have realized that there would be a catch. I realized it far too late. That night was about her, us, and love. She discarded her glasses, her hair tie, her robes and mine alike within the moments her lips were on mine. That night was the end of so many things, too many things. I wonder sometimes, if I hadn't been so jealous, so selfish, if only I had refused her advances, would I still have her? But I don't dwell on it very long very often, because I know I couldn't have resisted her then, no matter what. And she knew it.
When I lay with her that night, we were just two lovers, no longer innocent, no longer virgin. I could not have found a better day in my life; actually, I still haven't. And she told me that she loved me. She said it over and over and over.
But the next morning, the next morning she was gone. I expected it, but a foreboding ate at me. When I saw her at lunch, she pulled me aside. "I have to talk to you." I knew it right away; she was going to say something I wouldn't like. "That thing you always say, about your heart, it doesn't work; I tried it already."
"Always trust your heart." I repeated it, but she wasn't going to listen and I knew it.
"Even if you cannot bear to act on it?" she practically pleaded for me to go against my belief. The sorrow laced in her eyes that day broke what had remained of my heart.
I hesitated, I wasn't sure if should answer her. But how could I resist her? I loved her so much. "Especially then." But I had a feeling that I should have kept my mouth shut. My heart. My heart told me otherwise, and I always trusted my heart.
"You have my heart; I cannot trust it any longer. Forgive me."
"What are you saying, Minerva?" I had a good idea what she was saying, but I had to hear her say it, if she couldn't, then I had a chance.
She raised her gaze to mine and sighed. As she smiled wistfully, she uttered the words that would destroy my last hopes; "It's over, Tom. I can't see you anymore." And then she walked away. She had the *nerve* to walk away from *me!* Me! Someday she would see her mistake, I had been sure of it.
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She looks beautiful now, all these years later, standing defiantly in front of me. I wouldn't want it any other way. That old fool Dumbledore will not notice her absence for sometime yet, and I have time enough to change her mind.
But when was I really *that* naïve? The look she gives me shows me that I still can be, even now. Even after hundreds of thousands of murders and over a decade of fear, she can make me realize that Tom still exists. And I hate her for that. Damn you, Minerva, damn you.
She crosses her arms in her stubbornness. "I'll fight my way out of here Tom, I'll die before I join you." I am a little shocked that she called me Tom, though I know I shouldn't have been.
"I am not Tom anymore. You killed Tom." She looks as if she had been bitten, although she recovers soon enough.
"Fine. Then I wont have any qualms about killing you here and now," she is set like stone, but deep down, I know she doesn't want to do it. I just smile. I'm sure she does not see Tom in my face now. This twisted form I have must disgust her. But I still love her. Tom still loves her.
She aims her wand at my head and waits. I walk towards her, and yet she does not cast any spell. "Why did you leave me, Minerva?" I growl. It is the question that has haunted me for years now.
"I knew what you were. /This/." It is said with disgust and hatred, almost as though I had left a permanent stench on her. And perhaps I did; hers certainly stayed on me. Her damn love is still on me today.
I am tired of playing gracious host for someone who treats me with such dislike. I reach forward to her and grab her wand hand, snapping the wand in half. Her face shows horror at me. I have noticed I have a touch like ice. I lean in to her, still holding her left wrist. "Good-bye, Minerva." And I throw her backwards into the portal from which I brought her. She will be back in her chambers within the minute. And she will always remember that she had a chance to kill me. But that damned thing called love got in the way. Which means I'm right.
Love is useless. And only fools fall in love.
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Reviews are very much appreciated, I already have several of the chapters done, so they will be posted faster than I usually do. Thank you to Flame Tigress, my gorgeous Beta-Reader. Read her shit. It is very good.