Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Summary: 'How foolish we mortals be,' I thought fondly. 'For there is none more foolish than I.'
Warning: Slash; Lemon; Lime; Angst
It was not until my third year, I believe, that I had ever even noticed the giant glass clock that resides above the courtyard. I had not known then just how soon it would become my only company in the long nights of the near future; how its soft ticking would sooth my frayed soul and bring a much needed focus to my mind. This ancient clock is, in many ways, just like Harry; because just like my young lover, it is a ticking bomb.
Harry at thirteen was growing into his body; he was still small and still vastly malnourished, but there was a light in his eyes that had not been there in the previous years that I had seen fleetingly and had forgotten soon after.
Sirius Black, supposedly the highest ranking Death Eater in Lord Voldemort's dark army, had escaped prison. And, just to add a little more spice to my life, my mother decided on her next husband (the other from first year had mysteriously died in a horrible potions accident; I've been told there was blood and the sort everywhere).
He was a scared child and many people would say he had the right to be. Except I; I who had suffered through many horrors in only thirteen years without the right to feel fear. I was meant to be above fear and, as such, I believed that the only ones worthy of respect would need to follow the same idea. Because of this, unfortunately, I blinded myself to a growing brilliant power in favor of those less spectacular. It would be one of the gravest mistakes I would yet make.
Nevertheless, this little boy had yet another murderer after his life and, without fail, it started a series of events so critical to both of our lives that I can now say without any doubt that had even one thing gone differently we would not be where and who we are at this point in time.
I kissed my lover fleetingly on the lips, keeping it chaste despite the yearning in my soul. This precious creature deserved all and any of the gentleness I could spare and I always made sure he received as much as possible.
The tightly bound fire flickered and burned deep in my abdomen but I knew that upon this morning none of that passion would be unleashed. Today was important in some way and we both knew it. So with one last kiss and a slow caress of his cheek, I watched Harry Potter done his mask and walk back into our shadowed world.
Doth o'er us pass, when as th' expanding eye
To the loved object – so the tear to the lid
Will start, which lately slept in apathy?
And yet it need not be – (that object) his
From us in life – but common – which doth lie
Each hour before us – but then only bid
With a strange sound, as of a harpstring broken
T; awake us – 'Tis a symbol and a token -
"In Youth I Have Known" 'Third Verse' by Edgar Allan Poe
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