Ghosts Borne of Free Will
A fanfiction by TheRavenflower
-Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy or any other character or idea in any of J.K. Rowlings' literature. I also have very little money to my name. So don't sue me.
Review: Through his free will, a man changes the course of several lives, releasing ghosts as well.
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A man tossed in his bed. Fatigue gnawed at him, relief calmed him, and yet he could not sleep.
He paused in his incessant movements for a moment to study the face of his wife. She had fallen asleep in his arms shortly after arriving safely home. Her face expressed her joy and safety; not a line marked it.
Once, he had taken pride in the thought of seeing the first line, rejoicing in the maturing that they would do together. Now, he was not so sure.
He and she had only been married for a week, and already he had doubts growing in his guilt-inspired mind. Already he wondered whose wife she should have been, whose children she was originally intended to bear.
Through fate borne of his free will, he had sealed those questions to his name. She was his wife; she would bear his children. But at what cost? What would the ghosts he had unleashed - the ghosts he created - do to restore fate? The ghosts of those he had murdered to ensure the choices of his wife had howled in his ear since the day they married. They never left him to a single private thought.
She, however, didn't know them for what they really were. She didn't see, smart as she was, the red hair or the taped glasses. She didn't hear the gentle voices or cries for vengeance. All she saw were his perfect eyes, his nearly colorless hair; all she heard were his cunning remarks and her own laughter. She complained sometimes of a draft in the house, a creaky stair.
And that was all.
Perfect, smart, beautiful witch that she was, saw all the signs... but didn't see the implications. Her husband stopped her. And she let him.
The ghosts, as if they knew his thoughts, howled again. She stirred for a moment, then turned over in sleep.
Ghosts of a time, he told himself. They would disappear if he so chose.
And he chose.
Sleep rewarded him immediately.
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Thanks for reading my first fic (if you're down here, then I'll assume you have). There is a corresponding fiction with this, the "reality" portion of the fic. I'll have it posted as another chapter soon.
(Oh yeah, I'd love it if you reviewed. Thanks!)
A fanfiction by TheRavenflower
-Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy or any other character or idea in any of J.K. Rowlings' literature. I also have very little money to my name. So don't sue me.
Review: Through his free will, a man changes the course of several lives, releasing ghosts as well.
* * *
A man tossed in his bed. Fatigue gnawed at him, relief calmed him, and yet he could not sleep.
He paused in his incessant movements for a moment to study the face of his wife. She had fallen asleep in his arms shortly after arriving safely home. Her face expressed her joy and safety; not a line marked it.
Once, he had taken pride in the thought of seeing the first line, rejoicing in the maturing that they would do together. Now, he was not so sure.
He and she had only been married for a week, and already he had doubts growing in his guilt-inspired mind. Already he wondered whose wife she should have been, whose children she was originally intended to bear.
Through fate borne of his free will, he had sealed those questions to his name. She was his wife; she would bear his children. But at what cost? What would the ghosts he had unleashed - the ghosts he created - do to restore fate? The ghosts of those he had murdered to ensure the choices of his wife had howled in his ear since the day they married. They never left him to a single private thought.
She, however, didn't know them for what they really were. She didn't see, smart as she was, the red hair or the taped glasses. She didn't hear the gentle voices or cries for vengeance. All she saw were his perfect eyes, his nearly colorless hair; all she heard were his cunning remarks and her own laughter. She complained sometimes of a draft in the house, a creaky stair.
And that was all.
Perfect, smart, beautiful witch that she was, saw all the signs... but didn't see the implications. Her husband stopped her. And she let him.
The ghosts, as if they knew his thoughts, howled again. She stirred for a moment, then turned over in sleep.
Ghosts of a time, he told himself. They would disappear if he so chose.
And he chose.
Sleep rewarded him immediately.
* * *
Thanks for reading my first fic (if you're down here, then I'll assume you have). There is a corresponding fiction with this, the "reality" portion of the fic. I'll have it posted as another chapter soon.
(Oh yeah, I'd love it if you reviewed. Thanks!)