Inescapable
By:
Koneko ^Å^ a.k.a. stefani teee© Tale Spinners
Koneko-chan says!
Plot bunnies are strange things… they come along at the most inopportune times, but you can't just let them sit there… and in no way can you leave them all by their lonesome. *smiles cheerfully* Anyway, I do believe my friends have had a negative effect on me. Due to their not-so-subtle prodding, they had shoved me directly into the world of HP slash. So there you have it in the short and long, out of nowhere, I have gotten an idea for a half-slash fic. A long one? Who knows? I'm only a slave to my computer.
Ship(s)Harry/Draco, Godric/Salazar
DisclaimersStefani: *glares hard at accusers* Do you honestly believe that my name is really J. K. Rowling? I would love it if it was of course, but how could any of you completely mistake me, one (slightly) obsessive fangirl for the great goddess of HP world creation?
Nanashi: *bluntly* Just get back to work.
Stefani: But they're comparing me to Mrs. Rowling!
Chibi-Relena: *blinks* Isn't that a good thing?
Stefani: *thinks hard* You know, you're right! *lunges at accusers, hugging them all* I've been complimented! I've been complimented!
Heero-chan: *watches fleeing accusers* I don't think that's what they intended at all.
Stefani: Nope. But they're gone now. So I can continue writing my fanfiction! *laughs semi-hysterically*
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Prologue
"Isn't there any way to make them stop?" she whispered, softly enough so that the only one who heard her was the woman huddled next to her, tears glittering in eyes that refused to allow them to fall. She watched with undisguised horror as the two of them continued to duel, their robes billowing behind them as they cast curses and counter-curses at each other. And she knelt there, completely powerless to stop them, or to help them.
The things that had happened in her past would have endowed her great power, more than
The other woman was clothed in robes of deep yellow, and she huddled beside her, hands clutching her wand tightly enough so that her knuckles were turning white, despite the look of false detachment. In this duel between two of the three people she most cared for, how could she choose which one she supported? "I don't know…" she replied, hopelessness finally overshadowing the emptiness of her tone. "I honestly don't know… they'll kill each other if something doesn't happen soon…"
"Cru—!"
As one the two of them gasped. Surely…
"Expelliarmus!"
A jet of bright light flew from the golden-haired man's wand, smashing into the other man's hand, his wand flung out of his hand, and flew in a great arc to hit the wall, clattering to the floor. That was it… from a simple disarming spell, he had lost. He stared after his wand as if spellbound for a moment, before the paralysis of shock broke and he turned towards the winner, who was watching him apprehensively.
"You won." His voice was monotone and blunt, as he ran a hand through the dark hair of his long bangs, allowing them to fall in front of his eyes, hiding them from sight as he lowered his head.
"I…"
"Be QUIET." The last word was spat out as a command, and he looked up, eyes stony. "You'll pay, love… on my life, I swear you'll pay…" his voice was nothing short of a low roar, and even choked with fury as it was, there was still a hint of the refinement that would normally have been in his voice.
Hands still shaking, the woman in yellow came forward. "That's enough." She told him, her voice as shaking only slightly, through her clenched lips, "You've lost… and now you will go…"
He turned to her, the fury slowly leaving his eyes, and a look of complete betrayal replaced it. "You too…?" he whispered, his eyes flickering first to her, then to the other woman who had not moved, had not spoken. "You knew we all disagreed with you… oh you stubborn fool…" she fell silent, and she allowed her face to rearrange itself into an expression of sorrow, "Why can't you understand?"
"There's nothing to understand. Not from you… Loyal indeed."
She bit her bottom lip to hold back any more words… he would never listen to reason now. She suspected him of being half-mad already. Instead, she shook her head, unable to hold his gaze any longer, her eyes dropping to the floor.
"Oh please…" the other woman spoke now, standing, her fingers clenching as she held up his wand that she'd retrieved. "Won't you reconsider?"
He gave another short, barking laugh. "Love, there's nothing left to reconsider. None of you know what it means to have even a shred of pride left in you. Bowing to the wishes of everyone else out there…" he snapped the cloth of his sleeve in contempt, turning away from her.
"Then… we really do have no choice anymore…" He turned back, his eyes widened as she held up his wand, slowly and shakily, the fingers of each hand sliding to opposite ends. "NO!" he roared, leaping for her.
She snapped it, and a screeching of a harpy sounded twisted in pain, as sparks flew from the broken ends. She flung them down on the ground in front of him. He stopped short, staring at the broken pieces of his wand in horror. Her voice wavered, but she said slowly, "We cast you out."
"I will leave." The words were short and final, and he spat them out at her as he turned away, and the wreck of his wand. "But this is not over… it never will be over…"
He went for the door, but the other man barred his way. He started to say something.
"There is nothing I need to hear from you anymore."
He started to go past him… but the other man grabbed his arm, wrenching him back, his actual strength barely restrained. "You'll always be everything for me…" he whispered, so that the women could not hear, "My friend, my enemy, my… lover. I'm sorry this had to—" he stopped and he kissed him, pressing his lips against the other man's desperately, as if still begging him, even when they both knew the situation was hopeless.
Roughly, the departing man wrenched away, shoving him. "There is nothing more between us… and there never will be. Ever." He disappeared out the door, green robes flying after him, and the two witches came towards the remaining man, silently. Softly, but swiftly. And he… he slipped slowly down the wall, the strength of his legs failing him and he knelt there in the grit of the dungeon floor and wept.
"Are you sure this was the right thing…?" asked the blue-robed woman, kneeling down beside him, her arms around him, offering comfort, but unable to actually give. Despite her brave words, she was hurting beyond imagination, and it tore her to see him leave.
"There was no other way… he had to go… And he…" His whispered words could barely be heard, and the ending words trailed off as he leaned into the woman's chest, hiding his face, his wand falling from his limp and clattering on the stone floor, rolling until it stopped, mixed in the pieces of the other man's past.
She brushed a hand through his long, thick, golden hair. "Oh Godric…"
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End Prologue.
Nanashi: A short chapter.
Chibi-Relena: Angel won't be too happy with that…
Stefani: *nervously* Well… er… this is only the prologue… ehehehe…
Chibi-Relena: *ominously* She still won't be too happy with that…
Heero-chan: *growling* Just continue writing the next one.
Chibi-Relena: Yeah… and then you might upload the two of them at the same time… so Angel won't be in such a hurry to find and torture you. And maim us.
Stefani: *pats head* Meh, between you three and my huggable plot bunny, I'm sure it will turn out fine… *gulps* Er, I hope…
Heero-chan: Review or the rampaging slave driver, known as her best friend will destroy the authoress.
Nanashi: No more fanfiction.