A/N: I know… I should be working on the other stuff. But… ugh… it's so hard with this miniscule attention span of mine. Anyway, this just came to me. I hope everyone enjoys… I'm really liking it so far. I've written the first 3000 words in the past two hours, and feel like I could go for another two right now if I wasn't shipping out to ma mere's house for the holidays early tomorrow. Heh… I'll probably do it anyhow.
Um… obligatory warnings… HBP SPOILERS, SLASH, GENERAL TIMELINE-FUCKAGE You know you want it…
A Note Regarding Said Timeline-Fuckage: It's not really fuckage. It's actually pretty ordered. Very ordered, in fact. This story will alternate by chapter between the two featured timelines. I'm updating both at once this time… I'm going to try to keep doing that, but I can't promise. Also, amount of time between events will not be consistent. Sometimes the gaps will be days, sometimes years. I'm going to try to keep consistency between the two timelines, though.
And finally, I am going to apologize for the bastardized English I'm using in the first timeline… I am not Chaucer. I cannot write in Olde English. Nor do I want to. So I'm going for slightly archaic and hoping it doesn't sound like Yoda on crack. Also, apologies for the shortness of this first chapter. As you will see by the second one, they will genereally not be so brief. Promise.
And finally finally, please review. I see you reading. Santa has a third list for those who review. I can't tell you what the people on that list get, but trust me, it's good.
As It Was in the Beginning
A timeless love story.
Chapter 1: Ancient Yuletide
Two tall figures stood outlined against the frozen sky, one behind the other, both silent as the trees that swayed below them in the frigid December wind. One was light, clad in a rich golden robe, waves of rich amber hair falling, mane-like, down his shoulders. He was a strong, broad figure, with a kindly face and eyes that housed a secretive twinkle. The other man was standing with his back to him, tall and thin and drawn, yet still impossibly imposing. His black hair and eyes matched his lush velvet robes, and were it not for his pale, luminous skin, he would have melted neatly into the dark winter sky. He did not see his companion.
"It is cold this night," the lighter one remarked gently, stepping forward. His companion did not flinch, but closed his eyes regretfully at being found.
"It was none too cold for you to follow me into the unfinished wing," He replied, not turning.
"Come away from that terrace," the lighter man said carefully. "The rails are not yet finished… you could fall."
"I will not," He said, his fingers fluttering dismissively at his side. His companion moved to stand beside him, looking out with a similar expression over the vast expanses of land before them. He was slightly shorter than the darker man, but not enough that he had to look up when he turned his face to him.
"What were you thinking of?"
The dark man did not take his eyes from the landscape as he replied, "That, someday, it will be magnificent." His companion smiled fondly.
"It is already magnificent. And it will only grow more so with the passing years."
On one side of the property was a young forest, the thin, new trees shaking in the wind beneath their dusting of white. "Perhaps," said the taller man, a wistful tone entering his voice, "I shall build a passageway…" The other man laughed.
"You and your fancies… secret passageways, hidden chambers… tell me, do you plan to live forever?"
Finally, a smile, and the dark man turned to face his companion. "If it takes that long." The shorter man laughed, luminous hair catching the moonlight as his head shook back and forth. He took a step forward, placing strong hands on his companion's shoulders.
"Well, we may be here forever, preserved in ice, if we stay out much longer in this frightful cold!" Eyes met, shining, and then lips. The air between the two men heated exponentially. "Do let's go in… Helga has put some cider over the fire."
"I'd rather have some mead," the taller man said sourly, with no actual malice in his tone, as he turned to head inside.
"Salazar!" the other man laughed, adopting a scandalized air. He was met with a raised eyebrow. "All right… me too. But we shan't tell Helga."
"Of course not." He continued to head inside.
"Wait!" the dark man turned once more, a look of exasperation on his face.
"More yet from you?" he said with a smirk, only to be caught off guard as rough hands grasped the front of his robes and pulled him back again. Lips tangled once more in a searing kiss.
"Joyous Yuletide, Salazar." The dark man shook his head as his arms snaked around his companion.
"Gryffindor, you fool, I do believe I've grown fond of you."
Godric Gryffindor's merry laughter filled the incomplete wing of the unnamed castle as he started inside. "Come. They will be missing us."