Title: Possession
Author: Hila
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry x Lucius
Disclaimer: Not mine, never mine. *sulks* even the theme guiding this story
is not mine (see author's notes at the end)
Author“s Notes: at the end

Word: Relinquish
Word count: 479

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Possession
Relinquishing one's claim of a possession, as meaningless and obsolete as it
might be, could very well be the hardest decision a human has to make during
their lifetime. It is enough to observe how we, humans, keep objects whose
very purpose we have forgotten for years, decenies, a life time, claiming
that they keep our memories alive. As if memories, the most insubstantial
things we might come across, need to be tied down to a concrete abomination
that we call 'object', that we call 'possession'. Maybe we are just so
insecure that we just need a proof that the memory, the emotion, is really
ours.

Risible.

Risible that us, insignificant humans, try to tie down such infinite
concepts as emotion or memory to the insignificant objects that we craft.

But it is the nature of human beings to want to keep their possessions, to
protect them. A human too protective of one of their possessions, or of all
of them, might be compared by others to a Dragon guarding its treasure. Oh,
how we cling to those illusions! How we really believe the lies that we
have crafted out of jealousy! Jealousy for those timeless beings whose only
true possession is the wind, and rarely the fire too. But only humans are
exposed to the dragons' fire. We are the ones who brought it about. Was it
ever heard of a dragon burning a forest? No, they only attack us, humans,
because we have tried to make them our possessions too. Through magic.
Dragons are not known to attack muggles, they have no quarrel with them.

How was this string of thought started? Ah, yes: possessions...and
relinquishing one's claim.

So then, if it is hard for as ordinary man to let go of an ordinary possession,
how would it be for an extraordinary man and an extraordinary possession?

The soul of an extraordinary boy.

Of course these were not the thoughts that plagued his mind as he clinically
watched his own life drain away. No, he could not be bothered by the
philosophical aspect of it. The boy had died three days ago, on the other
end of the battle-field and now he was simply following to reclaim his soul.

That is was what Lucius had been telling himself at that moment, in those
hours during which he lay in bed, dying without knowing why.

He was too proud to admit that he did not own Harry's soul, he did not know
that he would never be asked to relinquish his claim on the other, he did
not know that he need never fear the loss of that other soul.

So he lay on the bed, not knowing that it was that other soul that was
pulling his own out of his body and after it. Pulling as surely as if a
tight rope was tied between the two.

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A/N: wow. a serious fic. well. I don't do these often BUT! this was a
lot of fun to write. for hose who wonder: I've just discovered that the
library at my school has a copy of "The Other Wind" (the most recent novel
of the Earthsea saga by Ursula K. Le Guin, for those who don't know) and
well, if you've read the book you'll understand that I just _had_ to use the
human/dragon=possession/freedom thing, it's so interesting! anyway, I think
I'm quite pleased with how this turned out ^_^

Comments and Criticism alway welcome!
(and if you're a fellow Le Guin fan please do tell!)
Ja~
Hila