Warnings: future SLASH (boy x boy), MAJOR NO-MAGIC!AU (Alternate Universe, specifically the Harvest Moon: Friends of Mineral Town setting), possible OOC, life story
Pairings: TMR/HP, implied AD/GG, implied KS/NT (Kingsley x Tonks), onesided JP/LE
Standard disclaimer applies: I do not own Harry Potter or any brand you recognize in this story. J.K. Rowling is credited with the creation of these characters (I'm not fond of using OCs in my own fanfiction). I also do not own the Harvest Moon series by Natsume.
And, true to his instincts, it was the last kiss they would share that night. Before his eyes, Harry turned to stone, freezing and becoming cold first before his eyes glazed and all that was left was the predictable look of granite and rock.
Tom wanted to say something. He wanted to scream, to ask why this was forced upon him and why the Fates were so unfair, but he didn't. He merely sat there, on the bank of the Pond, starring at what was once his beloved.
He stayed until sunrise, when the carpenter found him, covered in snow.
Posted in its full form on Ao3, except for the sequel and the eventual epilogue :). I'll be posting 5 of these per a day (I think?), but because it's long that might become 10 a day.