Author: AlongCametheSpider
Rating: PG
Summary: Everyday hundreds of people close their eyes and don't open them again. Hundreds of breaths are taken never to be expelled. Thousands of people morn, and even more feel lost. We look forward to the future, we look toward to tomorrow.
Warnings: Death Fic
Dedication:
To everyone who has felt the summer heat beat down and reflects on those they can not share that experience with. To everyone who has doubted themselves, and their ability to cope. To those that have survived and still go on.
Where there is love, there is life. In the absence of love there is but a hole. When life must be extinguished let it be done gracefully and with honor.
To those who love.
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Breath.
Living is that simple?
Most of the time.
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Harry opened his eyes with trepidation. In his dreams Cedric and Sirius haunted him constantly. There was no one standing over him, he was only in his bed, his room. He sighed in relief.
"You look like a three day old corpse," A voice drawled from the corner.
"I haven't been sleeping well," Harry snapped as he sat up.
"How long as it been?" The voice demanded. "How long have you been tormented by the dead in your sleep."
"It comes and it goes," Harry snarled. "How long have we been together? You know that the dreams only come sometimes."
"Even one dream of that nature is to much." The voice huffed.
"Now you're sounding like Hermione." Harry said mildly. "I never understood why the two of you never agreed to speak to one another. You two would have got along like a house afire."
"How dare you compare me to that Mudblood!" The voice sounded appalled. "Though if you must know we're beginning to get along. That's what happens when you spend so much time together."
"I'm glad." Harry smiled. "I wouldn't have wanted to spend eternity with a boyfriend and best friend who didn't at least talk occasionally."
"We used to talk," The voice reminded him. "We used to talk all the time, it just wasn't polite or anything."
"I don't think yelling at each other across the Great Hall constitutes talking," Harry pushed the covers off the bed.
"No," The voice agreed. "You wouldn't."
"So why are you here?" Harry asked as he moved toward his wardrobe.
"Do you even remember what today is?" The voice nearly sputtered.
"What?" Harry whipped around. "Please don't tell me I forgot our anniversary again."
"No," The voice reassured him. "Today is not our anniversary. It is still an important day though."
"I'm afraid I've forgotten." Harry mused as he opened a drawer.
"That's okay," The voice jumped with laughter. "I'll have fun reminding you."
"I miss you." Harry stopped suddenly in the middle of his dressing.
"I miss you too, love." The voice said softly. "We all do."
"I don't want to live without you," Harry said plaintively.
"I know,"
"Why does everyone leave?" Harry asked.
"Well," The voice made a brave attempt at humor. "I think it's just that you, Potter, are slow."
Harry sniffed. "When do I get to see you, touch you, again?"
"Soon Harry," The voice murmured. "Soon."
"I love you," Harry sank to the ground his strength failing.
"I know," the voice replied. "Just close your eyes and imagine that your with me."
Harry closed his eyes, he took a breath.
fin.
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End Notes:
- Thank you for reading.