Title: Of the Ages
Author name and e-mail: mistykasumi at SeducerofFantasy@hotmail.com
Pairing: Draco/Blaise, though it's impossible to tell. (At least to me.)
Summary: Blaise takes a walk into the past.
Rating: G
Category: General
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters and objects. They belong to J. K. Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Inc., Warner Bros, and anyone else with copyrights. I only own the plot of this story and any original items, characters, spells, and any other original objects not found in any of the published HP books (including the two minis).
Author's Notes: For the 15minuteficlets challenge.
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Of the Ages
Blaise walked through Malfoy Manor, shoes crunching on wooden floors that had not been polished for ages. Dust surrounded him as he walked through the once grand mansion, swirling in the air, obscuring rare treasures, and trying to stop him from invading the territory they had claimed.
His feet took him automatically to Draco's room, and he paused at the doorway, uncertainty settling within him. Should he walk in? A moment of hesitancy led to an argument within his mind, and he realized that he would wind up in Draco's room, no matter what excuses he could think of to convince himself otherwise.
When Blaise walked in, the dust leapt upon him, trying to choke him and keep him away from the most precious room in the manor. Blaise waved the fine particles away from him and stepped inside, looking around the room.
It was exactly as he remembered from the few times he had been there. A four poster sat against the middle of the wall to the right, the once brilliant silver silk covers now faded and dull, covered in a thick layer of dust. The dust lay upon everything, the bookcase with its now empty shelves, the wardrobe, the door to the adjacent bathroom, and the sheer luster of the room was now nothing but a musty place that made Blaise feel like he had stepped into an old sepia photograph.
He left the room and Malfoy Manor, noticing the clear footprints that he made and knowing that the dust would envelope them within a few short weeks, completely obscuring any trace of him. Draco waited outside of him, and they turned away from the dilapidated residence.
"How was it?" Draco asked.
"Everything is still in place, but nothing is no longer what it used to be."
"It may just as well. The name Malfoy is no longer as magnificent a name as it used to be."
"No, but the manor shall serve as a well reminder to anyone who follows."
"Yes. Let us depart now, Blaise. Memories ought to stay in the past and obscured by the dust of time. The present is what really matters."