If Wishes Were Heliopaths

By: SCS

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summary: A collection of random pairing drabbles, inspired by Kamerreon and excentrykemuse. A drabble a day keeps the Wrackspurts away. You get to choose the pairings and the themes!

Rules: Review with a pairing and theme you would like to see. Every 50th review i.e. 150th, 200th etc. review will get a one-shot. It doesn't matter which story of mine you reach 50 on! Everyone else who reviews with a pairing and theme will get a drabble. Each drabble/one-shot will have a song that I wrote to and best compliments it. Recommend songs too! This is your chance to see want you want. You can even ask for a glimpse into the future of my other stories. It's all in your hands now.

Drabble 35: Valkyrie

Flame150 want back-story to Drabble 18

Theme: what happened before Dumbledore and Grindelwald

Song: Total Eclipse of the Heart ~ Glee Cast

Harry dusted off his hands slowly. Keen green eyes went over the symbols done in chalk that stretched from the ceiling of the chamber all the way down to the floor. The broken man closed his eyes and took a deep breath. This was it. No going back. He struggled to his feet. The injury in his leg making itself known after he had been crouched on the floor for so long. Harry made a faint noise of impatience but as he tried to straighten fast, pain rushed from his leg and raced through his body causing him to crumble to the floor. Harry took a deep breath and slowly pulled himself up. His impatience always got the better of him. You'd think he'd learn.

Half stumbling, half crawling, Harry made his way to the center of the room where there was a chalk draw circle that all the runes touched but didn't enter. He wavered on his own too feet and crossed his arms over his chest like the Egyptian Pharaohs did in almost all of their statutes. Words that he had repeated over and over again in the last five years in preparation tumbled from his lips. In a flash of bright light much like the Killing Curse, he was gone.

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With a soft sigh, Harry hung the rag over his shoulder and rolled them, trying to ease the tension. Finally, he stacked the last of the glasses together. Riffling around the bottom of the shelves and withdrew the cleaning products. He could have done it with magic, but the manual labor helped calm him after a long day of day. The bell above the door jiggled as said door was pushed open. Harry sighed again. There were always those select few dumb customers that were so drunk, it didn't register there were no one in the pub. Unfortunately, it was also Harry's job to deal with these people. "I'm sorry," Harry turned with an annoyed but gentle look on his face. After all, many of these people only came to drown their sorrows, something Harry could relate intimately with. "But we're closed." In that moment, Harry laid eyes on Gellert Grindelwald for the very first time and much like Albus Dumbledore years later, he was struck.

The blond hair man smiled slowly and clicked the lock shut behind him. "Good. I've been meaning to talk to you Harrigan."

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Harry stroked the blond curls gently as the two dozed lightly in bed. Harry didn't regret much. He had everything he wanted right here. A person to call his own who loved him much in return. Yet, something nagged at him. He looked down at his lover and his lips twisted down slowly. Gellert had been spending an awful amount of time with Albus. That bothered Harry since he knew that Dumbledore would later defeat Gellert. The bejeweled eyed man tightened his hold around the Dark Lord. He dropped a kiss onto the soft curls. No one was going to take Gellert away from him.

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"I'm home," Harry called out. The house was completely dark. Harry sighed but understood. His job at the pub kept him late and Gellert often went to bed before him. He stored away the groceries he had picked up at lunch and locked up. The young man climbed the stairs to the room he shared with Gellert. As he moved sluggishly up the stairs, he stretched his aching muscles. "Gellert?" He called out when he heard an odd thump. What in the world? An unmistakable moan ripped through the still house. Harry stumbled and gripped the wall. With a rapidly paling face, he opened the door with trembling hands. The unambiguous scene that played out on the bed he and Gellert shared their entire relationship was what really changed the future from where Harry came from. In the end, he accomplished what he set out to do. In the end, Albus Dumbledore won because Harry gave everything he was to achieve peaceful times once again.

Author's Note:

For some reason, a particularly liked writing this one so thanks for suggesting I write a back story. It isn't as comprehensive as I thought I'd write, but I like it better this way. Neh? I know completely tacky song but I thought it fit XD Sue me.

Once again, thanks for all the support. I'll be posting the drabbles/one-shots systematically I hope. Once I have them done that is. All the music is in the link on my profile. Thanks.

Without wax,

SCS