A/N: I don't own Harry Potter. This is a free translation I made of a fic (Santuário) I wrote a little time ago for a challenge to revive HP fandom and ships. I feel old as fuck when I have to defend my SB . English isn't my first language (not even my second) so please I'd love to hear from you if you have anything to point me out. Take care!
In the darkness that ruled the decrepit hall where you met anytime the hunger for reverence surpassed everything else that you were. In the darkness bodies searched other bodies, mouths searched other mouths as you exchanged glances for touches and lies concealed as truths for saliva and ideals for sweat, you erected shrines to love amidst tears, blood, semen. In those moments, the hate you had inside you was stifled by the violence with which you possessed each other in an attempt to consume the darkness within you. It was never easy to understand your motivations, until the rare occurrences came and silver met silver and the wish to worship something bigger than them stopped making sense, everything became crystal clear and you were overwhelmed by the necessity to purge everything that set you apart. Only then the maelstrom would finally be subdued, only then wholeness was to be found. For mere seconds, we could only see you as each other's mirror images, confessing through gestures all the sins which couldn't be greater than those resulting from your fleeting rendezvous. They were the kind of sins which would grow to be graver in the exact same measure as their core would be revealed. So much so that their core, your core, would be naked, more naked than your entwined, sweated bodies in postcoital bliss. Each piece of darkness you carried with you would blur as you would find a sliver of serenity amidst the chaos that swallowed you whole. There shall not be any sort of absolution for the fight that divided you was a religion whose God couldn't ever allow you to know Heaven through the violation of all the established rules. Would you in good conscience allow it, if only in the freedom and intimacy of your own thoughts? Worse than that, would you admit so in the deepest corner of your heart?
These questions were answered as several developments came to pass as it invariably happens with all the important questions that crush your soul. Inevitably, through the distance of prison cells, hearing each other's screams, sensing each other's fear, listening each other's silence, feeling the terror which each other was going by, one by one all the memories you had from the other were extracted by force, dissected until all their meaning was lost. They tried to stop you from keeping all the feelings that united you. As each one of these was eliminated, the line that kept you on the edge between sanity and lunacy became finer, you were rotting each and every day, today a little more than yesterday, a little less than yesterday. Silver gave way to grey ash, the maelstrom within you became silent as a result of the obstinacy of a couple of thoughts that held you hostage.
Year by year, only a few reminders were left since only out of sheer stubbornness did they survive. When you met again, your encounter served only to spark the few memories that there were left. You were aware at last that only pain can pay for pain as only sacrifice can make way for reward. As such when the opportunity came and grey faced grey for the last time, for fleeting moments you could breathe life back into the memory of the wholeness that anchored you to that imitation of life and understanding the sanctuary that you had built inside each other, that wholeness fulfilled you for a final time. Silver met silver and the shadows of who you had been died that day, darkness gave way to light.