Title: Sunlit Garden
Author: Hila
Rating: G
Pairing: Harry x Lucius
Disclaimer: not. mine. at. all.
Author´s Notes: oh, I wanted this to be a sweet peacefull story, tell me if
you think I managed!
Word: Ameliorate
Word count: 637 (I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'll be good...)
~*~*~*~*~*
Sunlit Garden
Gaining back his ability to move after two weeks of bed was an amelioration,
recovering speech after four months of forced silence was one too, but the
best one, the one that made him the happiest was to use his sight again
after eight months.
And the strangest was that he was sharing this moment with Lucius Malfoy who
was standing next to him blinking owlishly at the sunlit garden.
When he had woken up that first time he was freaked: all was black, he
couldn't move and, more importantly, he couldn't scream. Oh, he'd been in
situations where he could neither see nor move, but not being able to speak
threw him completely off balance. The most he could do was to whistle.
What drew him out of the panic was the gentle hand on the side of his face.
The person did not speak but moved to take his hand. He slowly, carefully,
folded each of Harry's fingers and then held his fist closed for a few
seconds before letting it go. Harry understood the message and tried to
repeat the motion, not very successfully. The man, his hands were
definitely the hands of a man, then moved up to his arm, then his left hand,
his left arm, his shoulders, his legs, his back.
After two weeks of constant effort he was able to more or less move on his
own. As a sort of reward the man talked to him for the first time, it was
barely louder than a whisper. He then thought Harry how to speak again,
thought him by telling him anecdotes, random stories whose soul purpose was
to make things a little better, then he expected Harry to reply. That is
how he learned that he couldn't move at the beginning because he had been in
bed for far too long and his muscles had started to deteriorate.
Harry's first sound was a short laugh.
The man, Caretaker, as Harry had come to call him, had helped him through
the silence, keeping the loudness of his voice at the same level as Harry's
so as not to discourage him.
Finally, as the silence was definitely left behind them, Caretaker started
to take care of their last problem: Harry's sight. Oh, it wasn't as if his
eyes were scratched out, it was just that they were fragilised by something
or the other and that, one think leading to the other, they had spent the
last two or three months in absolute darkness.
So slowly they had moved from a flickering candle flame, to an oil lamp, to
glowing fire in the midst of the cold winter, to a single ray of sunlight,
to a beam of sun rays, to this beautiful, wonderful, marvelous sunlit
garden.
Standing there, tears flowing freely from his eyes, face painted with pure
wonder, Harry finally turned to look at Caretaker who bore an identical
expression to his. It was at that moment that he realized how much
Caretaker had sacrificed for him: he had willingly deprived himself of all
those things that Harry couldn't have in order to heal him…the sound, the
light, everything. And he had never complained.
It took him a few more seconds to realize who Caretaker really was. It was
strange, he had never wanted to know before but now there was no way for him
not to. He almost regretted it but for one little promise that Caretaker
had made him.
"I did it, Caretaker, I did it!" it was a whisper, and oh, he didn't care
who it was he was crying with that person had definitely proved himself in
the year he had spent healing.
"Indeed"
Caretaker smiled down at him and his own smile grew wider, true happiness
finally registering:
"Will you let me kiss you now?"
~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: so, so, so? what do you think? I offer cookie points if you can
complete "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'll be good..." ^^ lol.
well, I hoped you enjoyed reading this!
Ja~
Hila
Author: Hila
Rating: G
Pairing: Harry x Lucius
Disclaimer: not. mine. at. all.
Author´s Notes: oh, I wanted this to be a sweet peacefull story, tell me if
you think I managed!
Word: Ameliorate
Word count: 637 (I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'll be good...)
~*~*~*~*~*
Sunlit Garden
Gaining back his ability to move after two weeks of bed was an amelioration,
recovering speech after four months of forced silence was one too, but the
best one, the one that made him the happiest was to use his sight again
after eight months.
And the strangest was that he was sharing this moment with Lucius Malfoy who
was standing next to him blinking owlishly at the sunlit garden.
When he had woken up that first time he was freaked: all was black, he
couldn't move and, more importantly, he couldn't scream. Oh, he'd been in
situations where he could neither see nor move, but not being able to speak
threw him completely off balance. The most he could do was to whistle.
What drew him out of the panic was the gentle hand on the side of his face.
The person did not speak but moved to take his hand. He slowly, carefully,
folded each of Harry's fingers and then held his fist closed for a few
seconds before letting it go. Harry understood the message and tried to
repeat the motion, not very successfully. The man, his hands were
definitely the hands of a man, then moved up to his arm, then his left hand,
his left arm, his shoulders, his legs, his back.
After two weeks of constant effort he was able to more or less move on his
own. As a sort of reward the man talked to him for the first time, it was
barely louder than a whisper. He then thought Harry how to speak again,
thought him by telling him anecdotes, random stories whose soul purpose was
to make things a little better, then he expected Harry to reply. That is
how he learned that he couldn't move at the beginning because he had been in
bed for far too long and his muscles had started to deteriorate.
Harry's first sound was a short laugh.
The man, Caretaker, as Harry had come to call him, had helped him through
the silence, keeping the loudness of his voice at the same level as Harry's
so as not to discourage him.
Finally, as the silence was definitely left behind them, Caretaker started
to take care of their last problem: Harry's sight. Oh, it wasn't as if his
eyes were scratched out, it was just that they were fragilised by something
or the other and that, one think leading to the other, they had spent the
last two or three months in absolute darkness.
So slowly they had moved from a flickering candle flame, to an oil lamp, to
glowing fire in the midst of the cold winter, to a single ray of sunlight,
to a beam of sun rays, to this beautiful, wonderful, marvelous sunlit
garden.
Standing there, tears flowing freely from his eyes, face painted with pure
wonder, Harry finally turned to look at Caretaker who bore an identical
expression to his. It was at that moment that he realized how much
Caretaker had sacrificed for him: he had willingly deprived himself of all
those things that Harry couldn't have in order to heal him…the sound, the
light, everything. And he had never complained.
It took him a few more seconds to realize who Caretaker really was. It was
strange, he had never wanted to know before but now there was no way for him
not to. He almost regretted it but for one little promise that Caretaker
had made him.
"I did it, Caretaker, I did it!" it was a whisper, and oh, he didn't care
who it was he was crying with that person had definitely proved himself in
the year he had spent healing.
"Indeed"
Caretaker smiled down at him and his own smile grew wider, true happiness
finally registering:
"Will you let me kiss you now?"
~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: so, so, so? what do you think? I offer cookie points if you can
complete "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I'll be good..." ^^ lol.
well, I hoped you enjoyed reading this!
Ja~
Hila
