HP FIC: Only in My Dreams
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themegalooTitle: Only in My Dreams
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themegaloo
Rating: PG
Pairing: Canon DH
Word Count: 971
Warnings: Massive Deathly Hallows spoilers, angst
Inspiration/Dedication: This is what happens when you take an offhand comment bysnuzzie and a FANTASTIC song by The Tossers (Valley of the Shadow of Death) and somehow turn it into fic.
There were corners of Grimmauld Place that would always remember. A whiff of chocolate on the air, a lone cigarette butt, a broken railing that no one had the heart to fix.
There is memory in a place, but only for as long as there remain those who recognize it.
-----
Nights at Grimmauld Place after the war were strange. Those people who had endured returned home to their families. Those who hadn’t were remembered. The old townhouse creaked in the wind, rain crashed against the windows, lighting crackled across the sky like a spell gone horribly wrong and thunder reverberated through every crack and corner of a house that suddenly found itself empty once again.
It was as though the world was trying to cleanse itself of the horrors that had been inflicted upon it. Every drop of water striving to erase one more memory of the past years, attempting to heal wounds too deep to be seen and encouraging life to spring up over the newly dug graves.
And though the dead may now be lying peacefully, not all those they left behind were so restful in their sleep.
-----
Harry Potter. Saviour of the Wizarding World once again. In the past months he had been to more ceremonies than he’d cared to count, more trials than he’d ever wanted to consider and more funerals than he’d ever dreamed of, even in nightmares. The ceremonies, the trials—after a time they all began to blur together. One more monument. Another repaired building. Suspected dark wizards brought in for questioning, known Death Eaters finally brought to justice. Impersonal formalities, all of them, but each of them also necessary for the rebuilding of a world wrecked by decades of war and unrest.
The funerals, on the other hand, were personal and he remembered every minor detail in the colors of a photograph already turned yellow and faded.
And each night the images still danced across his consciousness—safe now from intrusion, but still filled with uneasiness at words unsaid, things undone, moments that would never be had.
There would always be a difference between accepting death as an inevitability and mourning those friends who had passed.
-----
The dreams were always the same. He was in the living room. Slowly everyone started to come in—Padfoot on the sofa, tongue lolling, Fred in a corner (alone, scheming), Tonks falling through the door, Mad-Eye’s voice from the hall scolding her for her utter inability to learn a simple thing called “balance.” Snape (sleeves up, arms bare both of cloth and the old writhing mark that had decided his fate long ago) sitting darkly in a regal armchair, Dobby happily kicking his sock-clad feet, Hedwig perched on the windowsill. The room was filled with the shadows of those who had fallen in the wars, his parents smiled as he entered, Dumbledore winked knowingly and Remus clapped him on the shoulder. Colin Creevey stood by with his camera, waiting to take a picture.
The camera flashed and everyone slowly faded back out of existence. They weren’t real. They had nothing to stay for, this was only a glimpse.
The room was empty now but for the comforting weight on his shoulder.
“Harry,” the voice was soothing, low, like a breath of wind. Remus smiled at him. All the lines of worry were gone from his face; his hair shone an ethereal brown without the traces of silver it had embraced for so much of his life.
Tonks stood in the doorway behind him, not running into anything or falling over. She crossed the room, one step at a time, never faltering, walking past him with a small smile and vanishing slowly into nothingness.
“You get used to us, to the memories,” Remus intoned quietly beside him, “I spent years watching them.” As he spoke, a bark echoed through the hallway and the shadow of a large dog came trotting towards them, slowly changing to that of a man.
“Hallo, Harry. Don’t mind us too much.” Sirius grinned, young and reckless, clapping a hand on his companion’s shoulder. “Remus here about drove himself mad all those years. Just watching.” Remus winced at that, shooting Sirius a half-amused glare.
“Stay with the living, Harry. We only last a moment.” As he said as much, Sirius was already starting to fade with a bark of laughter.
Harry was left alone with Remus then. He couldn’t help but remember the last time he’d stood in this very house with him before the end. He turned, mouth half-open with an apology on his lips when Remus stopped him.
“It’s in the past now, Harry,” he smiled sadly, “and you saw what I could not. I am indebted to you for that.”
Harry nodded dumbly, reaching out to embrace the older man only to find him disappearing, the comforting weight on his shoulder vanishing with him.
“Look after Teddy for me, Harry.”
Then, just as waxing moon reached its pale beams through the window, he was gone.
-----
Harry awoke then to a much quieter Grimmauld Place—Ginny beside him. It was their home now—and soon to be the home of one more.
“Again?” she asked quietly, running her hand gently across his damp eyelids.
Harry nodded, taking a shuddering breath. “Again.” It was over now though. He stared up at the ceiling until sleep overtook him once more, rolling over to bury his nose in Ginny’s hair and inhaling the comforting scent of another living, breathing person.
“I’ll pick up Teddy in the morning,” she murmured as she followed him back to sleep.
When I awoke I cried and cried,
and went to sit by his graveside,
and visit the child he left behind
Because he had to go.
- “Valley of the Shadow of Death,” The Tossers
Feedback would be massively appreciated. ♥
Author:
themegalooRating: PG
Pairing: Canon DH
Word Count: 971
Warnings: Massive Deathly Hallows spoilers, angst
Inspiration/Dedication: This is what happens when you take an offhand comment by
snuzzie and a FANTASTIC song by The Tossers (Valley of the Shadow of Death) and somehow turn it into fic.There were corners of Grimmauld Place that would always remember. A whiff of chocolate on the air, a lone cigarette butt, a broken railing that no one had the heart to fix.
There is memory in a place, but only for as long as there remain those who recognize it.
-----
Nights at Grimmauld Place after the war were strange. Those people who had endured returned home to their families. Those who hadn’t were remembered. The old townhouse creaked in the wind, rain crashed against the windows, lighting crackled across the sky like a spell gone horribly wrong and thunder reverberated through every crack and corner of a house that suddenly found itself empty once again.
It was as though the world was trying to cleanse itself of the horrors that had been inflicted upon it. Every drop of water striving to erase one more memory of the past years, attempting to heal wounds too deep to be seen and encouraging life to spring up over the newly dug graves.
And though the dead may now be lying peacefully, not all those they left behind were so restful in their sleep.
-----
Harry Potter. Saviour of the Wizarding World once again. In the past months he had been to more ceremonies than he’d cared to count, more trials than he’d ever wanted to consider and more funerals than he’d ever dreamed of, even in nightmares. The ceremonies, the trials—after a time they all began to blur together. One more monument. Another repaired building. Suspected dark wizards brought in for questioning, known Death Eaters finally brought to justice. Impersonal formalities, all of them, but each of them also necessary for the rebuilding of a world wrecked by decades of war and unrest.
The funerals, on the other hand, were personal and he remembered every minor detail in the colors of a photograph already turned yellow and faded.
And each night the images still danced across his consciousness—safe now from intrusion, but still filled with uneasiness at words unsaid, things undone, moments that would never be had.
There would always be a difference between accepting death as an inevitability and mourning those friends who had passed.
-----
The dreams were always the same. He was in the living room. Slowly everyone started to come in—Padfoot on the sofa, tongue lolling, Fred in a corner (alone, scheming), Tonks falling through the door, Mad-Eye’s voice from the hall scolding her for her utter inability to learn a simple thing called “balance.” Snape (sleeves up, arms bare both of cloth and the old writhing mark that had decided his fate long ago) sitting darkly in a regal armchair, Dobby happily kicking his sock-clad feet, Hedwig perched on the windowsill. The room was filled with the shadows of those who had fallen in the wars, his parents smiled as he entered, Dumbledore winked knowingly and Remus clapped him on the shoulder. Colin Creevey stood by with his camera, waiting to take a picture.
The camera flashed and everyone slowly faded back out of existence. They weren’t real. They had nothing to stay for, this was only a glimpse.
The room was empty now but for the comforting weight on his shoulder.
“Harry,” the voice was soothing, low, like a breath of wind. Remus smiled at him. All the lines of worry were gone from his face; his hair shone an ethereal brown without the traces of silver it had embraced for so much of his life.
Tonks stood in the doorway behind him, not running into anything or falling over. She crossed the room, one step at a time, never faltering, walking past him with a small smile and vanishing slowly into nothingness.
“You get used to us, to the memories,” Remus intoned quietly beside him, “I spent years watching them.” As he spoke, a bark echoed through the hallway and the shadow of a large dog came trotting towards them, slowly changing to that of a man.
“Hallo, Harry. Don’t mind us too much.” Sirius grinned, young and reckless, clapping a hand on his companion’s shoulder. “Remus here about drove himself mad all those years. Just watching.” Remus winced at that, shooting Sirius a half-amused glare.
“Stay with the living, Harry. We only last a moment.” As he said as much, Sirius was already starting to fade with a bark of laughter.
Harry was left alone with Remus then. He couldn’t help but remember the last time he’d stood in this very house with him before the end. He turned, mouth half-open with an apology on his lips when Remus stopped him.
“It’s in the past now, Harry,” he smiled sadly, “and you saw what I could not. I am indebted to you for that.”
Harry nodded dumbly, reaching out to embrace the older man only to find him disappearing, the comforting weight on his shoulder vanishing with him.
“Look after Teddy for me, Harry.”
Then, just as waxing moon reached its pale beams through the window, he was gone.
-----
Harry awoke then to a much quieter Grimmauld Place—Ginny beside him. It was their home now—and soon to be the home of one more.
“Again?” she asked quietly, running her hand gently across his damp eyelids.
Harry nodded, taking a shuddering breath. “Again.” It was over now though. He stared up at the ceiling until sleep overtook him once more, rolling over to bury his nose in Ginny’s hair and inhaling the comforting scent of another living, breathing person.
“I’ll pick up Teddy in the morning,” she murmured as she followed him back to sleep.
When I awoke I cried and cried,
and went to sit by his graveside,
and visit the child he left behind
Because he had to go.
- “Valley of the Shadow of Death,” The Tossers
Feedback would be massively appreciated. ♥
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Date: 2007-09-01 05:49 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-09-01 05:58 am (UTC)♥ ♥ ♥?????
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Date: 2007-09-01 07:26 am (UTC)This is the kind of post-DH fics I love so much.
Harry. The memories. The fallen. Closure. Remus ;____;
Thanks for writing this.
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Date: 2007-09-01 09:32 am (UTC)I do not think I ever cried this much for a fanfic,,
and i love the way you portrayed Remus and Sirius, both together,,
and that line "Stay with the living, Harry"..
*cry*
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Date: 2007-09-01 11:20 am (UTC)YYESSSSSSSS!!!! And ABGKJG NON-GRAY REMUS.
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Date: 2007-09-01 05:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-01 05:27 pm (UTC)[ignore the fact that I can type - no, really.]
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Date: 2007-09-01 05:38 pm (UTC)[mhmm, suuuure. XD]
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Date: 2007-09-01 09:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-02 02:34 am (UTC)You rock. No really. I am in like, love. *swoons*
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Date: 2007-09-02 04:49 am (UTC)I'M REALLY GLAD YOU LIKED IT.
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Date: 2007-09-05 12:53 am (UTC)