By Strmbringr
Rating: R NC-17 posted everywhere but
Warnings: Slash and Yuri, possible mentioning of abuse, adult themes, violence, and depression.
Pairings: HP/SS, HP/DM, DM/BZ, RW/HG, DT/SF, LL/GW, and others.
Spoilers: SS PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, and OotP
Setting: Post-War. The end of a Hogworts school year, before HP's 23rd birthday.
Disclaimer :I do not own Harry Potter and Co. I simply own a copy of JK Rowling's lovely books. If I owned them, then HP would be gay and in a relationship with Draco, Severus, or Voldemort by now. I also wouldn't be completely broke. Any lyrics put into this are not owned by me but their respective writers. I simply own or downloaded the CDs.
A/N: This is a slash fiction. For those of you that don't understand that, that means that this story will contain homosexual pairings. Slash is a male/male pairing. There will also be a mild Yuri pairing; a female/female pairing. If you do not like this type of story, then I respect your choices. It just happens to be my cup of tea, it may not be yours. If you do not like slash fictions then please stop reading now. Why would you bother reading this or continue reading this if you don't enjoy it? I write for myself and I adore when people tell me how much they like to read my fictions, but I do not tolerate immaturity. I love suggestions, reviews, and constructive criticism. I will NOT read your rants about how homosexual pairings are wrong, or about how out of canon my characters are. This is a fan fiction, not something JK wrote herself. So it will not be canon just because you think it should be. Nothing anyone says will change my mind about this subject. My grandmother is religious and prejudice because she grew up in the south. She is very anti-homosexuals and has told me before that she would not approve of any relationship I had with another woman. She is also prejudice against black people. I am not. I do not believe in discrimination of any sort for an entire group when a few people make a mistake. I know just as many white and straight people that are horrible people. I love my grandmother dearly and if I won't change my mind for her, I won't for you. Get a life and grow up. If you want to waste your time and mine flaming, do so if it will make you feel all big inside. I do NOT care. I will either laugh or delete it.
Thank you and I apologize for the length of the A/N. I had an extremely random inspiration for this story and the entire outline is written out, as is part of the second chapter. I will not be changing the plot halfway through and I fully intend to finish this before Christmas. I think it will be the perfect way for me to work on my many other fictions, typed or not, by actually completing a fiction for once. It is going to be 10 chapters long and have an epilogue.
This was posted as a warning, not an A/N. I do not mean to go against the rules of , but I thought it important to inform people of what was going on before they wasted their time reading it.
So here is something of a Prologue, so that I don't get into any trouble.
It was done. The irony of the way it happened struck me suddenly in a bout of hysterical laughter. That was where they found me of course, fallen to the ground on my knees, my head tossed back as rain and tears streamed across it. Hysterical laughter falling forth from my lips like a flood. My entire life had led up to this moment. Here in the muddy, dank place that would probably be Hogworts once the bodies were cleared and the blood washed away. Lightning flashed and thunder growled in warning as I was questioned. About my health, sanity, the events…everything. It was amazing how my life had led up until this single moment. This moment that seemed so insignificant in my eyes, something that anyone could have done, had they been named in the prophecy of course. And the hysteria that fell from my lips was at how suddenly…everything was gone. There was no reason for my existence anymore. None at all. My job was completed and I was not even quite to my seventeenth year. And my life had lost its meaning and direction in the blink of an eye.
Or rather three key shots from my magically enhanced gun. I couldn't even tell you what type it was though I had spent hours learning to be a sniper better than the best of muggles. Professor Snape, Dumbledore, and I had designed the bullets. They were designed to release a chemical into his body that would liquefy his innards, trap his soul, and quickly destroy it. It had been tasking, but was well worth the time to free the world from the Dark Lord's insanity. At least until another came along.
I didn't know what to do, so I remained on the ground, staring blankly at the husk that had been my greatest rival, my hysteria having dissolved into silence. Such a fragile, sickly thing that had contained such power. It amazed and frightened me. I was well beyond horror at that point. And then my mind simply slid into darkness with a calm that didn't alert me until I woke up a week later, completely coherent. Apparently Severus Snape and taken me from the battlefield, where the last of the Deatheaters were being rounded up, and up to the Hospital Wing. I had woken several times from nightmares, screaming incoherently, and I had simply woken and not been completely aware. It had frightened everyone and when I woke at last, truly awake, they had all cried and told me how worried they were.
I was, of course, touched, but somehow deadened. I couldn't place what was wrong and simply lay there after awhile, in complete confusion. No one but Severus seemed to register. He came to me, cloaked in darkness, well after visiting hours, and I welcomed him. He held me, comforting me for a while before I told him about the final battle. He then informed me that Draco had taken a curse to the head, so he was incapacitated. He would live and there would be no complications, but the curse hitting his head had knocked him around a bit. I never noticed the look in Severus's eyes as I realized what had been missing, my lover, and had flown into a panic. He had, of course, calmed me and reassured me. He had always done this, since our truce near the middle of my sixth year. He was…always there. And I loved him. He was not a brother, a father, Sirius, Remus, or Draco, but he was…something. After all, all the aforementioned were dead with the exception of Draco. Perhaps he was filling all of the roles that I truly needed.
It would be three days after I awakened that Draco also awakened. Our reunion was blissful; we loved each other. Our companionship had been going since the summer before my sixth year, and our relationship since the latter half of said year. Our Promises were exchanged right after graduation. We had not set the date of the bonding. We were waiting until we were out of school. I never noticed the hidden emotion in Severus's eyes when we announced our Promise. I gave Draco a platinum ring with the design of a snake with its mouth around an apple, a ruby. It was understanding, for we had each touched the forbidden fruit by coming into a relationship. He gave me an identical one with an emerald. Engraved on the underside was H&D Love Eternal. I don't think I had ever been as happy up until that point.
Life was perfection, but perfection had always been made up by imperfections, had it not? So perhaps my life was doomed from the beginning, because my life seemed too perfect in this aspect, though it was shattered in almost every other. I believe in fate and destiny. I also believe in our ability to change it, but years later I still would not change a thing. I am thirty years old and have never been happier in my life. I never call my life perfect, for it is not. But it is as close as it will ever get, and I am satisfied with that. It is what I want and what he wants. It will be as long as we can hold it, and we shall treasure it while it remains.