28 October 2011 – 8:17 PM
Two chapters typed in one night. YAY!
Arthur sat in his room. After going to his classes, he immediately went to his room.
And had not left since. As he changed into his nightgown, he saw blue.
"Fuck!" He grabbed one of his pillows and attempted to squash the living Hell out of it.
Three years.
Three years had passed.
Three years.
And the pain still would hit him with the same intensity, soul-wrenching agony.
Arthur hugged the pillow now, softly now, as he felt his eyes and throat burn.
No tears, please. They didn't solve a thing. They merely pooled in Arthur's eyes, fell and either shattered in a crystalline ripple and shower or be soaked by the rough rug tickling his feet or his clothes that wrapped his body, but provided no real warmth.
Arthur coughed, his green eyes finally spilling their contents and letting tears drip from his eyes, down his face, and then falling onto the pillow.
But it reminded him...
"No..."
That time.
"Please.
"I don't want to remember."
It was raining.
Alfred had been as still as he looked dead. Arthur had been so frightened...
And he had never felt so alone.
His tears bounced off of Alfred's cheeks and mixed with the rain that bounced off as well or began to run down the boy's skin or be soaked into the black robes that were now filthy and blood-stained.
Arthur hugged the pillow a bit tighter once more. He then closed his eyes, seeing the Alfred from his memories. Arthur brought the pillow to his face and nuzzled it, lowering himself.
Alfred.
"Arthur. I want to be with you."
Alfred.
"Alfred." Arthur looked around his room. There was a table, a trunk that had candles for spells, two bookcases, a wardrobe with a mirror inside, and drapes.
Not just on his two windows, but in front of his door and just in the doorway of the small corridor that led to his room.
He was locked away from the world. Professor Dumbledore had died three years ago...
Now Arthur was alone, though Professor McGonagall was very kind and helped him restrain his magic.
He had Alfred before.
He had a friend before.
…
A lover before.
Eleven-year-old Alfred lay on the second-year student's bed, hands interlaced on his tummy. He stared up at Arthur's ceiling. Said Brit was lying down next to the first-year student, not struggling when the American moved him so that he could stick his head under Arthur's chin.
"I love you, Arthur," he whispered, hugging the twelve-year-old closely to him; he could hear Arthur's heartbeat.
"Silly git." Arthur blushed and returned the hug, cheeks burning red. He was so nervous, being with Alfred, as the curse could take effect at any time.
But the curse could wait for now.
Alfred held his breath as he felt Arthur's lips touched his head, planting a small kiss to his crown. He could feel time stop for just a moment. Alfred lifted his head to see Arthur's eyes close, cheeks red.
Arthur opened his eyes and saw Alfred looking up at him.
"You know I love you, right?" Alfred looked to the other boy expectantly.
Arthur blinked and nodded. "I... I love you, too."
Their lips met and they were so happy.
He wailed into his pillow, airy and quiet. His voice couldn't give him solace. Only the silent aching of his hoarse throat could comfort him.
Alfred sat in his Potions class, not really focused on the formulas for Liquid Luck or things like that. He wished his tutor could help him for his parchments that were due next week, but she was sick. A small fever, but it was annoying.
He also couldn't get that blonde boy out of his mind.
Those green eyes were haunting to him.
They seemed...
Familiar.
"Al!" The America turned his head to the left. There sat his cousin Mathieu, a Canadian.
"What?"
"Your cauldron is boiling over!"
"Damn!"
17 November 2011 – 8:21 PM
My father bought the last Harry Potter film. I'm crying just like I was when I saw it at the cinema. FML
I don't know how frequent these updates will be so... yeah... Please don't kill me/flame me/throw poisonous marshmallow fluff at me. I have my wand at hand. *looks down at laser pointer in hands* I win.