Foreword and Disclaimer
Disclaimer: This story is a reimagining of J. K. Rowlings, Harry Potter characters and world. I do not plan on making any money from it, nor do I think I will. My writing is not great. (this is my first fiction, be easy) I haven't written, even an essay in over 30 years. Please leave a review, constructive criticism especially.
Content Info: Two characters find themselves displaced in time, together in the same location. One character is seven years in his future, the other two years from theirs. They find themselves in an isolated valley hidden by a mountain range. It takes place in the time after the Battle of Hogwarts. It is not quite an AU nor is it quite a time travel story, it's definitely a what if.
Rating Info: This story is written by an adult for adults. There are sexual situations, language and some violence, if that bothers you don't read past this point. That being said, the sexual situations will mostly be implied, but some, that I find necessary to the story line, are, I hope, tastefully graphic. Please send me comments.I hope you enjoy. Rated MA - If you're looking for hardcore porn that uses a lot of words that end in ck, this is NOT for you.
Personal Note: Although I do have an idea on where this story is going, I'm just having fun seeing how it gets there. I know I use way too many commas and my punctuation sucks, and I love to over use adjectives and adverbs, like I said it's been a long time since Ive written a thing except a work order or a facebook post Any constructive criticism would be appreciated. A monumental task, I know.
"After Days Chronicles: A Cabin, A Lake and Things Beyond"
by Joe Rogue
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Chapter I: A Cabin By A Lake
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From here to tomorrow
through troubles and sighs
nothing is set
to the stone in our lives.
Destiny rings
and destiny sings
but she leaves your fate
up to you.
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The girl, in the white sleeveless sundress, was sitting in a ramshackle chair, moving a cloth over the skin of the man, laying in the bed, that was next to her.
She was a little smaller than average, graceful in an uncoordinated way, with blonde hair that fell just below her shoulders and
a stargazing look in her eyes that made her appear older than her years but younger than her sorrows.
For seventeen days she's been here, sitting by his side, whenever his pain required her attention.
Her time was entirely consumed with activities, unplanned, cruel and compulsive in their frequency.
Nursing him occupied almost all of it, ensuring their survival took up the rest. From sun up to sun down she took care of the mundane.
You could find her outside chopping wood, collecting water, gathering food and ingredients, from the valley around them, never far from the sound of him,
just in case he should stir.
When the moon took it's turn in the sky, it changed her course but not her momentum. She would sit at the table mixing liniments, potions, and teas, and
by the fireplace turning the fruits and berries into a loose syrupy manna that she would feed him. When time afforded, she would craft what she could,
out of the few resources the cabin had left. Like the dress, she wore when she tended to him, or the chairs she repaired with loose railings from the porch,
and sticks and sissel, she found scattered across the little vale.
The only time she would take for herself, was when she ate, catnapped or bathed. The cool clear water of the pool by the falls soothing to the soul,
the short walk and the breeze on her wet flesh, reviving.
They had come to this place in mysterious ways.
A tempest in time, had whisked her to him, then him and her to here.
A cabin by a lake, in the side of a mountain, in a valley that no map remembered.
She was essentially alone in this place and, with the exception of the wildlife that scurried outside, her mind had few distractions.
He was her central concern and she was dedicated to getting him well.
But having him there was a triple edged mercy, one side good the other two, more than a little unkind.
Though his presence offered her no time to think on her solitude, it also granted her very little rest, and his body, teased at her mind,
as the fire's light flickered on his skin, enhancing his shape, wistfully, with it's hypnotic tempo.
She watched as her hand moved over his knee up to his thigh, fixed on the bare skin left glistening behind the satin cloth.
She had memorized every muscle and sinew, every bend of his still listless form, every scar, every hair, every joint.
Still, sometimes she was taken by surprise, like when her hands touched upon a sensitive, pleasurable nerve and he throbbed or sighed or moaned.
For seventeen days she's felt that too.
So she fights off her desires, and finishes his bath, rises from her chair and crushes some berries or herbs, anything to distract from these selfish yearnings.
She opens the door and steps on the porch, removes her dress and just stands there, feeling the air and the sun,
or the moon, flow across her, embracing her.
She closes her eyes just to listen, to the sounds of life around her. The water babbles in the stream steadying her thoughts,
the night birds gently sing their songs to her and the leaves rustle a calm into the air.
Then a moaning calls her back, it always calls her back.
So she grabs her dress and puts it back on, and listens again, because she thinks she's mistaken, or that maybe her ears are playing tricks on her,
but she thinks she hears a word, this time.
It's been so long since she's heard a voice, other than her own, that it takes a minute for her brain to translate it and her heart to register it as real.
And there it is again.
"Where?"
She drifts across the floor, nimbly, takes his hand in hers and whispers as she kisses his forehead tenderly,
"Shhhhh , It's okay,"
"Shhhh, I'm here and your safe."
She strokes the back of her fingers from his temple to his chin,
"Shhhhh, just rest and don't fret."
"Shhh"
and she hums.
It's the same lilting lullaby she's used, to both, ease his mind and keep her own thoughts at bay.
He has more color in his face, she notices, as he eases in to a comfortable sleep.
"Almost there," she says to the bird on the window sill, his head cocked to one side in curiosity,
"You'll see, he'll be up on his feet, feeding you seeds, in no time."
"So run along now and go play, I've still got some work to do here, let him rest."
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It wasn't very long after the bird left the window, that the shakes came, and when they came they came on him hard.
She crossed the room, with steps that defied her exhaustion, grabbed the blanket from the chair, near the fireplace, and made her way back to the bed,
where she slipped off her dress, slid into bed and nuzzled against him face to face. His breath teased on her neck as she pulled the blanket over them both.
The touch of his skin awakened that tempest anew, so she did what she did and she hummed.
It was just a couple of hours before his spasms subsided, then a few more minutes and they broke. Her belly grumbled with hunger and
her mind ached with the same ferocity, for sleep.
She stood from the bed, careful not to wake him, pulled on her dress, walked to the table and sat.
The fruits and tea tasted a little bit sweeter, and she let her mind wander outside.
The moon light cast shadows of the leaves on the sill, the table and the floor. It sparkled on the waters of the brook,
calling her mind into its captivating grip.
The little bird pecked the seeds from the raspberry she tossed him.
Her eye unconsciously drifted towards the man in the bed, a force of habit she guessed, or maybe more.
She returned to the chair by his side, and finished her snack and tea and, with sated stomach and a sigh of relief,
she drifted off and away into her own dreams
The scent of their bodies intermingled and swirled around her.
They found their way into her and teased at her visions, enticing her with a carnal pulse in her core.
She was too tired not to feel it, but way too tired to give in.
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He woke with a start in a place unfamiliar, his vision unfocused, his ears pounding with the sound of his heart.
His brain still filled with the remembrance of death and emptiness and agony.
His eyes darted around the room in panic, searching for an escape.
The light through the window pulled their attention to the figure in white by his side.
Her face, a familiar and fond one, settled his pulse and his dread. The suns rays silhouetted her curves as it glowed against her skin.
It revealed through the diaphanous cloth she wore, and offered him a glimpse of her. His pulse quickened again at thoughts more rousing.
Glimpses, of the days past, now filtered through him, her soft healing touch, the firmness of her breast against his chest,
the warmth of the energy she seemed to will to him, and that soft soothing melody she hummed, that charged him to fight against surrender.
From where these visions came, he did not know.
From where they had come and how they had happened to this place, he realized, he was blind to that too.
He watched as the sun's light touched on her face she looked soul-spent, but beautiful.
She woke like she'd done, every time his bed creaked in his discomfort. She stretched her back, arms to the sky, with a stiff side to side sway,
then opened her eyes to check on his state. She smiled when she saw him awake.
Her eyes, sparked with an energy, that seemed to command her body to life.
She stood from her vigil, slipped off her dress and drifted towards him.
She watched his eyes embrace her, as they traced the contours of her waist, tracked the scars, that stretched from the sides of her abdomen,
disappearing from his view behind her ribs to her shoulders.
She flushed as they widened at the sight of her small but firm breasts, and touched upon the subtle mound of flaxen, that covered her sex.
When his eyes met with hers again he saw a longing.
No! He saw a knowing. A burning and honest sense of things, that drowned out the distance of their ages, with in a single fate.
He didn't protest when she pulled the blanket from him, or when she covered his body with hers.
She placed her head on his chest and exhaled, content. He pulled the blanket over them both, wrapped his still aching arms around her, and
felt her fall into a much deserved and very very deep sleep.
The questions in his mind would wait as he too gave himself up to a slumber, that was free of pain and void of nightmares.
.-. .- ..- ... .
Morning came very different to her this time.
The scent of raspberries, fruits and freshly cooked trout, the sound of footsteps and toil, and the fragrance of jasmine tea, scentually enticed her awake.
She started to rise but her body relented, still spent from the weeks of toil.
He heard her sigh and crossed the room, a wooden platter in his hand with a variety of food and drinks carefully arranged upon it.
She saw him up and energetic and smiled.
She struggled to sit as he approached, refusing to give in to her fatigue, the blanket falling from her breast,
with no hint of embarrassment to unfamiliar eyes.
He placed the plate on the chair and took a seat on the bed next to her, positioned himself to give her support, then helped her sit up against him.
They sat together for hours this way, her back to his chest, his arms around her, enjoying a meal made from both of their harvests.
With every bite he gave her she smiled. With every sip of tea he put to her lips, she would catch his eyes, and their quiet would travel between them.
When the sun crested across it's apex, they were looking out the open door at their hidden little world.
A rabbit chewed on grass just off the steps of the porch.
"Where are we?" he asked.
"I have no idea even when we are."
"When?""
"Let me try and explain what I know, maybe it will help us both understand."
"I hope so."
"What's the last thing you remember?"
"I was in the Department of Ministries fighting Deatheaters, Bellatrix, Harry, it's all jumbled."
"Well I was in a fight, in the Italian alps, against some dark wizards. I had just cast a battle spell, when one of my companions cast a shielding spell right into it's path."
"some kind of whirlpooley thing pulled me into it, it was like a tornado but odd,and the next thing I knew I was 5 years back in time, I know because I remembered that day as soon as I arrived there,"
She thought about how to phrase the next part then decided it was best to just rip that band aid right off.
"it was the day you died to us."
"I died?"
"or didn't, I guess, Your cousin hit you with a curse, but from inside the tunnel it looked like you jumped into it, to stop Harry from getting hit. Anyway, half of you was disappearing into the veil and the tunnel pulled another half of you out, or all of you, this you, that's here, that's what got pulled in."
"So this vortex? saved me."
"Vortex. Hmm I like that, yes, this vortex pulled you into it, then it shot back like a rubber band and let us out here. Well out there, in the patch of grass over there, where the lake and the stream meet."
"How long have we been here?"
"Eighteen days I think, I tried marking the wall, by the door, every morning, but I might have missed one or two."
They sat in silence for a spell, puzzling the pieces together in their heads.
Then he swung around to face her and look in her in the eyes,
"Wait, for eighteen days you've kept us alive?" He asked.
"Mmmhhhmm." She replied, " You were pretty messed up, your brain was still thinking you were dying and you did have a few bad burns and bruises."
He understood then in that second, what had come to pass since they settled here, and even more, though she didn't say a word about it,
what she had done to get him healthy and make sure they survived.
"How many people would be able to endure that?", he thought, "I don't know of three who could do together what she did alone."
His eyes filled with admiration and awe, for this fragile looking beauty with the strength of a lion.
She didn't notice, she was too busy watching the rabbit watch her and make funny faces with his nose.
They talked more into the night, the conversation drifting from friends and family, to magic and love and
the snippets of visions they both had mixed within their dreams.
She told him of the five years, that she had lived through, the ones that he had only passed through and of what little she learned of the valley around them.
"Its a curious place but its warmth is familiar."
The moon was chasing the sun from the night as they reacquainted, both of them aware of, but neither yet mentioning,
the bond that was forged between them. By this place or her actions or the temporal storm?
Or maybe by all of those things together, each one honing a piece of it into them.
The fireplace crackled and popped.
The light golden warmth danced around them and fatigue crept upon them, like a friend.
They fell asleep, sitting in each others arms and dreamed in each others dreams.
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The smell of lilacs drifted in the crisp night air, with a sweetness that lingered on the tongue.
An owl was hooting.
The moon was creeping closer towards morning as a frog baruhmed a baritone love song.
The man and the woman who lay in the bed, were sharing a vision, as the years they had passed by without witness, filtered into them.
It wasn't just the world that they came from, nor was it any world they'd ever seen.
It was, as if, they were together, in one place, as the other, learning something that neither could put their finger on.
That was the crux of these particular visions, they only left a hint of themselves behind.
Well not so much of a hint, more like, a tenuous connection to one.
A connection of yarns that weaved between them, some pieces his, some threads hers.
It wasn't the floral aroma or the noise in the wood that woke her, it was something a little more ravenous,
another scent that pulled her awake from that place, but not just a scent, his scent and hers, mixed by the air all around them.
It teased at a knowledge within her and lit her a path to follow, edging her on a journey, she longed to take, that, this time, she could share.
She shifted her body to face his and ran her hand up the inside of his leg slowly, just as she had done so many times,
in those, so many days before, but different now.
For this was the the first time her hands touched his flesh, without a wall of fabric between them.
The friction of his skin, ignited in her mind, and teased at the sworls, on the tips of her fingers.
She felt her way confidently, unhurried, but hungry, up the inside of his thigh to his sex, knowing how he would respond to her touch,
watching his desire come to life in her palm.
She wrapped her hand around him and felt him growing hotter to her touch, his flesh tightening and filling up her grasp,
until she was straining, just to encompass him.
Warmer it felt than she recalled and prouder it grew, with each playful rub, rewarding her efforts with the promise of the prize,
the release she desired, for so many nights.
With a unique and singular gracefulness, she slipped her dress over the curve of her hips, rolled her long slender leg over him and
slowly lowered herself, onto him, surrounding him deliberately, feeling him parting the edges of her.
Seconds passed like minutes as she drained every bit of time, to the feeling of their joining, inching and building in exquisitely delightful need, and
when at last she felt the fullness of him inside her and the touch of his stomach pressed up to meet hers, she stopped and their bodies shuddered.
Her dress scraped the hardened, dark, perky circles of skin on her chest, teasing her taut protrusions with it's gauzy fabric, sending waves of life through her.
She rolled her hips back rhythmically, then forward, an ecstasy rose inside her, and an essence she didn't know possible, flowed,
growing in her a need to continue.
The hairs of his loins teased her most sensitive places, lifting her higher into her senses and pulling his within it.
She trembled as she kissed him and he woke from his dream, at the same place he left it,
inside her, consumed by her fragrance and her warm moist, velvety grasp.
The air of the room was humming, he slid off her dress in a single fluid motion.
The energy around them seemed to flicker to life, gathering itself in a pale blue drone.
He took in the sight of her again and was awash in her beauty, wild, unconventional, unique.
He rolled her over and onto her back, careful not to break their bond.
She wrapped herself around him, legs and arms pulling him into her, feeling his weight upon her,
feeling his breath on her chest and her neck.
He felt her strength surround him, their bodies entwined and one as they continued their slow, amorous dance.
She lifted her face to his and kissed him with a passion, a passion he matched and returned, freely.
The blue haze grew brighter and hummed more intensely as they surged into each other, more of their will.
One hand found the small of her back, the other her breast, and he cupped it and teased it.
She looked into him deeper, than anyone had and let him in to the depths of her own.
She rolled, purposefully into him, pulling not just his sex but his essence into her, aching and arching to push herself, more completely around him.
The haze was now a flame, circling their movements in a ring of bright plasma and a steady, low, rumbling din.
His lips met hers and they breathed in each other.
His fingers traced the scars on her ribs, following the raised tight flesh to her spine.
She tensed and got swept over the threshold, as they passed, lightly, on the skin of her back.
Her eyes widened, her fingers clutched into him holding herself over the edge.
The cool blue fire surged as she let the walls fall, her release raged through her from somewhere deep in her soul.
He stiffened his back to his own need and slowly, fluidly, teased in and out of her, straining to see her through to it's end.
Her hands clenched tighter, her fingertips scraped his flesh, and his own defenses fell when she gasped in his ear and found it's lobe with her teeth.
Her breath was hot on him, her teeth bit tenderly into the soft node. Whispers swirled and played in their ears.
The blue flame flashed white, then exploded around them, as his seed flowed hotly into her and her climax flowed around him,
melding their passions to one. Over and again it rose and flared, until spent they collapsed into calm.
The hum slowly waned and the glow softly faded, as their two bodies, flushed with the essence of each other, twitched in their final throws.
He stayed within her, while they recaptured their breath, entranced in the energy that surrounded them.
They looked at each other and feeling the truth of it, laughed, a good and much needed release of joy.
A soul freeing sound of bliss and honesty.
"We should try that again," she said "only next time, without the three weeks of foreplay."
Their laughter returned, refilling the cabin with resounding warmth and a promise of something unknown.
When they finally caught their breath, she rolled herself back on top of him, she nestled her head to his chest, and he wrapped her in his arms.
They drifted asleep, as the moonlight danced across the lake and crept through the cabin's window.
The olden wooden house seemed to hum to them, a peaceful serenade.
Their bodies, covered only in moonglow and the warmth of each others skin, fell once again, back into dream.
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They woke to the sounds of rain and birdsong, feeling alive and more than a little reborn.
They showered each other and sat by the window, waiting for the rain to break, watched it ripple the puddles, and
listened to it's drips fall rhythmically against the wood porch floor, not caring if it ever stopped at all.
When the rain, finally did cease, they gathered more fruit, and fed each other, took a refreshing swim in the crystal clear lake, and lazed on a rock by it's shore.
They spoke very little, enjoying just the presence of the other and the sounds of the life all around them,
as they stretched an energy back into their limbs and walked the stiffness from their bones.
"Sirius?"
"Yes love?"
"I think the nargles have gone, they used to be there right in the broken part of the porch roof."
"No Lu, They're just over there, in the mist of the falls," he said, pointing at a very large tree, "in the mistletoe on that great big oak."
"You can see them too?"
"See them and talk to them. They asked if you would let them stay, they've grown quite fond of you."
"I think I shall, I do miss them when they're gone. I don't need shoes here anyway"
He was laying back on the grass feeling the sun on his body. She was gathering moss and watching a squirrel wrestle with hazelnuts. Their energy now returned, they were enjoying a moment of simple pleasures, the wind on their flesh, the sounds of the birds songs and the chattering of chipmunks, the rustle of the leaves, the gentle voice of the stream and the passing of clouds overhead.
"So my lovely Luna, what to do next"
"Seriously Sirius?", she playfully mocked, as she skipped across the stream to pet a bunny. "We have so much to set right.".
"And so much to learn." he replied.
The curiosity of that blue flame was not lost to either of them.
She crossed back to his side of the stream slowly, feeling the cool water flowing over her toes. He was sitting, by it's bank now, watching as the shadows of the leaves, changed her appearance, to that of a forest nymph. She plopped by his side and nestled up against him.
They held each other tightly, she in his arms, he in hers, content and whole.
"We'll need to go to Hogwarts, soon I think," she told him, "but first we need to find out how this magic works."
"and what, if anything, it does." he puzzled, "We could experiment with it again if you'd like."
"I was hoping you'd say that", she responded, biting his neck tenderly.
His fingers traced the length of her spine.
"You sure you don't want to wait til next week?"
"Hmm, do you think the vortex has a return policy?"
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