Author's Note:
HI! My next Harry Potter Fanfic. Still a bit angsty, crazyish. :P Just read it dudes!
OMG! Found out about Harry Potter Fanfic Competitions and Challenges. Joined tons of them. :P This fic was started for one of them also :P
But now I am gonna enter this for a few Competitions and challenges.
For:
6 Senses Competition – Emotion: Content
Greenhouse Competition – Palm: Life after Voldemort
Dark Side Competition – Marvolo Gaunt's Ring: Death
Colours Competition – Magenta(Positive): Post-war
Girl Scout Cookie Competition – Thin Mints: Your favourite pairing
Musical Terms Challenge – Dolore: Pain, distress, sorrow, grief
Fantastic Beasts Challenge – Red cap: Post-war
If You Dare Challenge – Prompt word: Death
Hogwarts Classes Category Competition – Arithmancy: Hermione
Gemstone Challenge – Agate: A Gryffindor
Wand Wood Competition – Maple: Pairing you have never written before
Weasley-Potter-Prewett Challenge – George Weasley: Someone coping with bereavement
HP Potions Competition – Draught of Peace: Life after Voldemort's Death
Months of the Year Challenge – September: Harry
Party Challenge – Murder in The Dark: Themes relating to death or loss
Late Night Ongoings Competition – Has to take place at Night/Evening
So... That took forever to write down.
The format is...
Name of competition/challenge – Name of category: What I was supposed to write about
Anyway, Hope you guys enjoy my latest HP venture. ^^
A.K.
P.S. I don't even know if I am accepted for a few of these challenges/competitions :O
Enough
It was so cold. She stared at the warm fire. It seemed like the warmth wasn't reaching her. But she was so close that she could reach out and touch those bright flames. She stared, transfixed by the flickering flames that rose and fell. The coals that burnt bright red. She was lost in the beauty of the fire.
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He sighed to himself. She was at it again. Staring at the fire. She had been doing this for a long time already. "Hermione," he called softly. He didn't want to startle her. The last time he surprised her, she had jumped and ended up burning herself. That had been a bad day. A day filled with screams and tears. A day filled with pain and desolation.
She looked up at his soft call. She murmured something. It might have been his name. He took a seat at the couch, and stared at her back. He waited for her to look at him.
She turned after a few moments of staring into the fire, she turned back to him. She looked at him. "Hey," he whispered, voice husky. It was the third time she had looked at him. She usually looked past him or through him. It was progress. His eyes were stinging.
She moved slowly, eyes lingering on the red flames. She now stood tall in front of the fireplace. He stared at her back. Brown hair cascaded down her back. He remembered a time when she didn't look so lost. A time when she had talked, smiled and laughed freely. Nowadays, all she did was stare. At red flames. Red.
"At first, there was three. Then one died, and there were two. Then, one got broken, and that left one. And all alone, the last one died of loneliness." she was softly crooning, in a weird lilting tune. He hated it. Hated when she sung those words. He bit his lips. He remembered the last time he asked her to stop it. It had ended in hysterical laughter and a month of silence. He learned the true meaning of silence that month. She was too silent, and it drove him to the brink of madness. She stopped it though, right before he tipped over the edge, and killed himself.
He let her sing. Honest words with a melody that she made up. He tilted his head back, relaxed. He thought of times in the past where they asked him to leave her. They said she was crazy. He defended her, stood by her. Because that was what best friends did. When she raged and tried to kill herself, he stopped her. Because that was what best friends did. When she was out drinking and with other men, he let her be. Because that was what best friends did. When she came to him for all the wrong reasons, he pushed her away. Because that was what best friends did.
He let out a huge sigh, and came back to the present. He opened his eyes and she was the first thing he saw. Her slender figure in a white dress. She was facing him now. He looked into her deep brown eyes. And for the first time he saw something there. Something that looked a lot like the old her. She walked towards him now. She sat beside him on the couch, their arms touching.
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She felt warm for the first time in months. She felt something for the first time after his death. They were so different. He had black hair and green eyes. But they were so similar too. They both cared about her. She tilted her head to the right. She was staring into warm green eyes. She was ready. "Harry."
And this was their happiness. He loved her and she loved him and that was enough.