***I hadn't planned on posting here anymore, but once I saw how many people
had me on their author's alert, I felt guilty. So, to assuage my
conscience, I'm posting a few fics here. Hope it's worth it!***
Title: Smile
Author: Never
Pairing: Harry/Voldemort
Rating: PG-13?
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be a much happier person.but I don't.
Warning: Character death, slash.
Summary: On the battlefield, Harry forces a smile to keep his secret.
Author's Notes: Sadly, I started this one thinking fluff. With my good mood now gone, please excuse me while I step into traffic.
***
"Three angels. One to watch over you, one for me, and one.one for luck," Harry held the small cloth box that held three glass angels standing, securely held by cushions. Simple glass angels with no discerning features except what lay in their hands. One had a small golden shield, one had a harp, and the one in the middle had three flowers.
"Three?"
"They came as a set. Besides, I figured we needed all the angels we could find."
The older man picked up the box and studied the angels within. "Can't argue with that. But who gets the third angel?"
Harry stared at the angels while he considered. "I think you should get two. You need more protection than I do."
Smiling, the man shook his head. "No. You need more protection. If anything ever happened to you, I'd make the world pay. You take two and I'll take one."
The boy gently pressed his lips to his lover's, whispering, "I love you too."
The older reached into the box and palmed one of the angels. He closed the box, then placed it on the mantle. "Don't open it. Just know that they are there watching over you, just as I am."
*****
Harry stood over the body, ignoring the cheers around him. Eyes closing, he willed away the tears. He couldn't cry, not here, not now. It would bring up too many questions. Although most would probably think they were tears of joy, or maybe tears for his parents who died all those years ago.
No, they weren't for his parents. He had already accepted their deaths. And these tears certainly weren't of joy. Then what? For the end of an era? For the hundreds that died on this battlefield?
No.
His tears were for one person. The man lying at his feet, motionless. The man, who had always been pale, but now, in death, seemed far beyond simple pallor. The man who had died because he couldn't bring himself to kill the young Gryffindor. Harry leaned down to take the wand, and something sparkled, catching his eye. In the man's other hand, there sat a glass angel, holding three flowers.
Breathing deep, he stood and somehow formed a smile for all of his friends. They wanted to see him joyful at his victory, and so they would. He finally turned from the corpse, and walked along the path that cleared before him. Feeling his blood pound, vision blur, and the world tilt, he walked among his friends. Later he would mourn, but now, he had to smile.
Title: Smile
Author: Never
Pairing: Harry/Voldemort
Rating: PG-13?
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be a much happier person.but I don't.
Warning: Character death, slash.
Summary: On the battlefield, Harry forces a smile to keep his secret.
Author's Notes: Sadly, I started this one thinking fluff. With my good mood now gone, please excuse me while I step into traffic.
***
"Three angels. One to watch over you, one for me, and one.one for luck," Harry held the small cloth box that held three glass angels standing, securely held by cushions. Simple glass angels with no discerning features except what lay in their hands. One had a small golden shield, one had a harp, and the one in the middle had three flowers.
"Three?"
"They came as a set. Besides, I figured we needed all the angels we could find."
The older man picked up the box and studied the angels within. "Can't argue with that. But who gets the third angel?"
Harry stared at the angels while he considered. "I think you should get two. You need more protection than I do."
Smiling, the man shook his head. "No. You need more protection. If anything ever happened to you, I'd make the world pay. You take two and I'll take one."
The boy gently pressed his lips to his lover's, whispering, "I love you too."
The older reached into the box and palmed one of the angels. He closed the box, then placed it on the mantle. "Don't open it. Just know that they are there watching over you, just as I am."
*****
Harry stood over the body, ignoring the cheers around him. Eyes closing, he willed away the tears. He couldn't cry, not here, not now. It would bring up too many questions. Although most would probably think they were tears of joy, or maybe tears for his parents who died all those years ago.
No, they weren't for his parents. He had already accepted their deaths. And these tears certainly weren't of joy. Then what? For the end of an era? For the hundreds that died on this battlefield?
No.
His tears were for one person. The man lying at his feet, motionless. The man, who had always been pale, but now, in death, seemed far beyond simple pallor. The man who had died because he couldn't bring himself to kill the young Gryffindor. Harry leaned down to take the wand, and something sparkled, catching his eye. In the man's other hand, there sat a glass angel, holding three flowers.
Breathing deep, he stood and somehow formed a smile for all of his friends. They wanted to see him joyful at his victory, and so they would. He finally turned from the corpse, and walked along the path that cleared before him. Feeling his blood pound, vision blur, and the world tilt, he walked among his friends. Later he would mourn, but now, he had to smile.