Hello... first of all... sorry for the (abundant) mistakes. English is not
my first language, as you're going to confirm.
This is a really short sad story; its "Angst" category is wholly deserved, so if you're in a really happy mood, better go away.
Whispers
He's hidden. He cries. He whimpers.
She's hidden as well. She cries too. But she's bleeding.
His left arm firm around her waist. His right arm over her legs.
Her left arm caressing her womb, unnaturally big, if you compare it to her little frame. Her right arm is holding desperately into his chest.
They are squatted together to fight the coldness of the dungeons and deny the obvious truth: they both are going to die.
It's dark outside, and the wind is blowing.
Over the wind the couple begins their whispers, but they never release each other.
'Not again, please... not again... you can't leave me yet again. Not now that this child is mine...'
'Stop that, love. I'm too tired of everyone telling me how much I resembled your little lovely perfect Lily. I'm not her... I've never been your Lily... I had never left you.' she coughs. 'But I'm so tired.'
'I know, Child... forgive me... I know you're not her, but please... don't leave me a...lone.'
'This is my time, Severus, for go after Harry. This is the time for me to tell you that this baby wasn't your baby, as you had assumed when you first saw me two weeks ago... this was Harry's baby. I had to confess you, Love... I'm so sorry...'
He shakes deep inside where a little voice claims he already knew that. So, instead of releasing her, he holds her to him even stronger.
'You had to be like her to its latest consequences, don't you? Taking Potter over me. Now tell me, you silly girl... couldn't you go to hell with your damn secret?'
Any other human being would be shaken at his words, but she's too used to his manners to be afraid, and... she can feel his heat through the hate.
'I am so sorry, Severus... but' cough 'I had to tell you. And I have to tell you too that I truly love you. This is Harry's baby out of frustration... due to your inability to show love... it's not your fault, I'm not accusing you... only if you would had been more kind... now it's too late for redemption. I'll always love you, even if you can't say me so. I'll be' cough 'waiting for you. And... I hope... someday you could forgive me, and then... we're going to share a place in heaven. Please Severus... tell me.'
'Forgive? I am not the one for give forgiveness. I only know that even with all this dark bond between us... all the dark feelings and dark secrets... without any pure, white magic bond to show you... I still love you, my Child... my angel... messenger from wizards to muggles... my spoiled know- it-all... wait for me... I'll be still loving you.'
He kisses her forehead, but there is no answer...
FINITE
I know, bit of sad... it seems I like to write those things into English... but it was a... spill over in the bus back home. It came into English and it had to be done in English.
That of "messenger from wizards to muggles" is my own particular view over Hermione's meaning, "messenger from gods to men".
So... there it is... again, sorry for terrible spelling, vocabulary, grammar... Any comment, review.
This is a really short sad story; its "Angst" category is wholly deserved, so if you're in a really happy mood, better go away.
Whispers
He's hidden. He cries. He whimpers.
She's hidden as well. She cries too. But she's bleeding.
His left arm firm around her waist. His right arm over her legs.
Her left arm caressing her womb, unnaturally big, if you compare it to her little frame. Her right arm is holding desperately into his chest.
They are squatted together to fight the coldness of the dungeons and deny the obvious truth: they both are going to die.
It's dark outside, and the wind is blowing.
Over the wind the couple begins their whispers, but they never release each other.
'Not again, please... not again... you can't leave me yet again. Not now that this child is mine...'
'Stop that, love. I'm too tired of everyone telling me how much I resembled your little lovely perfect Lily. I'm not her... I've never been your Lily... I had never left you.' she coughs. 'But I'm so tired.'
'I know, Child... forgive me... I know you're not her, but please... don't leave me a...lone.'
'This is my time, Severus, for go after Harry. This is the time for me to tell you that this baby wasn't your baby, as you had assumed when you first saw me two weeks ago... this was Harry's baby. I had to confess you, Love... I'm so sorry...'
He shakes deep inside where a little voice claims he already knew that. So, instead of releasing her, he holds her to him even stronger.
'You had to be like her to its latest consequences, don't you? Taking Potter over me. Now tell me, you silly girl... couldn't you go to hell with your damn secret?'
Any other human being would be shaken at his words, but she's too used to his manners to be afraid, and... she can feel his heat through the hate.
'I am so sorry, Severus... but' cough 'I had to tell you. And I have to tell you too that I truly love you. This is Harry's baby out of frustration... due to your inability to show love... it's not your fault, I'm not accusing you... only if you would had been more kind... now it's too late for redemption. I'll always love you, even if you can't say me so. I'll be' cough 'waiting for you. And... I hope... someday you could forgive me, and then... we're going to share a place in heaven. Please Severus... tell me.'
'Forgive? I am not the one for give forgiveness. I only know that even with all this dark bond between us... all the dark feelings and dark secrets... without any pure, white magic bond to show you... I still love you, my Child... my angel... messenger from wizards to muggles... my spoiled know- it-all... wait for me... I'll be still loving you.'
He kisses her forehead, but there is no answer...
FINITE
I know, bit of sad... it seems I like to write those things into English... but it was a... spill over in the bus back home. It came into English and it had to be done in English.
That of "messenger from wizards to muggles" is my own particular view over Hermione's meaning, "messenger from gods to men".
So... there it is... again, sorry for terrible spelling, vocabulary, grammar... Any comment, review.