Lock & Key

A HariPo freeverse piece

by mew-tsubaki

Note: The Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. For the cool and collected Sublime Sin, who loves Lucius Malfoy more than me (I'll fight you for him, though!) and writes beautiful Death Eater and Dark wizard fics and shares my addiction to Lucadora. Happy Christmas '10, Sinny, luv! Read, review, and enjoy!

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"Take with you

Our memories

They're opening

Like summer flowers"

Meg and Dia, "The One"

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It's nestled

(& itching,

twitching,

bitching

h i t c h i n g

her breath)

Her heart is a little, locked

chest

Not so old, but surely

battered&bruised

it's seen so much

she's not sure she ever wants to feel so much

a-g-a-i-n

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He's cold

He's a·l·w·a·y·s been |cold|

(Maybe not always…)

He may not be as frigid as a corpse,

but there's one

t o u c h

which

melts him, stirs him to life

But that

t o u c h

is out-of-reach

& verycertainlypossibly

always will be

h · i · g · h · e · r

than he can

!grasp!

Yes…

He'll always

s*t*a*y

cold, won't he?

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She looks to her

-husband (he's so kindhearted & charming)

-son (he's just like her, minus her lack of grace)

-life (it's what she's always wished for:

perfect

perfect

perfect!

NOT)

Regret and guilt fill her ^^up^^

Guilt, because she should enjoy the life she has

R e g r e t, because…

she wishes she'd followed her true heart's

~desire~

So that chest remains

impenetrable

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He sees a life of mistakes

before&ahead

of him

He's just a walking, composed

b l u n d e r,

isn't he?

He escaped jail

He escaped Death

But he can't escape the

·wife·

to whom he's

-ch-ai-ne-d?-

Silly wizard

The reason why you feel so

EM()TY

is because you're the

tool

that breaks the

seal

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Such a commonplace question:

"We've saved up—shall we get new brooms?"

&& it's then when she learns why

she would've been

b e s t m a t e s

with young Andromeda

She's got. to. have. that.

S

h

I

v

E

r

So she s·t·u·m·b·l·e·s out of the picture &

searches for the way, the

key

to make things better

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His wife helps him out,

cuts him out of the picture

and—despite the smudge on his name—

he feels so damn

R E L I E V E D

When was the last time he felt like this?

W h e n ?

He sees a child with pink candy

—&& he knows—

knows to

think pink

Then

(just then),

as it ~a~l~w~a~y~s~ works,

he thinks his eyes play

.::tricks::.

on him

!But!

No, no, no, he's wrong & it's never

felt · so · good · to be

WRONG

&& she's fine telling him that [essentially] they were twits

Who could tie him down?

Who could domesticate her?

They're right back where they belong

ineachother'sarms

where she can –clutch- his cloak &

he can drink in her ever-changing eyes

So what that they'd been dwelling on their past?

M-e-m-o-r-i-e-s:

They'll let them f·l·o·w, now the key's unlocked the chest

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Oooh… Lucadora makes freeverse worth the while… :Q *drools* It's been so long since I wrote them, too!

But I haven't rusted, have I, Sinny?

Thanks for reading and please review!

-mew-tsubaki ;)