Day 2: An Anniversary to Begin Anew
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hp_may_madnessTitle: An Anniversary to Begin Anew
Characters or Pairing: pre Harry/Severus
Word Count: 445
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Challenge: Day 2, spring flowers
Author's Notes: unbeta'd, prequel to the Week 1 Challenge series in honor of the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts.
It started simple enough. A gathering for members of the Order with a few agreed conditions: It had to be way from Hogwarts and members only, no extended family. Their parents, siblings, wives, husbands and children would mourn and remember with them at tonight's Ministry-sponsored Memorial Service. Today was for the survivors.
Harry was grateful for the chance to remember those he loved and those he'd hated with a bit of privacy. Even years after the final battle, he had unresolved feelings about what they'd been through.
To say he was surprised to see Severus there was an understatement. To say that he was surprised to be thinking how good Severus looked was more of an understatement. Time away and time to heal had made Severus look manlier than Harry remembered him. Not that he'd had much time back then to think about the shapes of arses or the sizes of cocks.
Severus was dressed in plain black trousers and a crisp white shirt; probably what he wore beneath his robes every day. Harry watched him reclining in the grass; occasionally, stifling a chuckle brought on by something Minerva was telling him. Harry never thought he could look at this man with anything other than disdain, but then he recalled how things had suddenly changed the day he viewed those memories… that day. Harry's eyes filled with tears and he looked away.
As the afternoon wore on, everyone started to leave so they could return home to their families in order to recharge before tonight's big celebration. Harry had nowhere to go and no one to return to… so he lingered. When the last group Disapparated away he sat down beneath an old tree to enjoy a moment of quiet.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. Tonight would be hard. Why people thought he should give speeches he'd never know. He was just the unlucky bloke who had been named in a prophecy. Countless people did more than he did.
He felt something fall into his lap, startled he opened his eyes to quickly search the area. There was no one about. He looked down and saw a little bundle of flowers laying on his trousers… it looked like cowslip. There was a little note attached. He cautiously reached out with his wand to flip it over. It said, "The keys to heaven are yours should you choose to use them."
No name, no hint of who had magicked them to him. Harry frowned unsure what the note was supposed to mean. He stood and carefully slipped the little bundle into his pocket. He'd ask Hermione later. He had a speech to practice and some old friends he needed to say good-bye too once again. Puzzles would have to wait.
Characters or Pairing: pre Harry/Severus
Word Count: 445
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Challenge: Day 2, spring flowers
Author's Notes: unbeta'd, prequel to the Week 1 Challenge series in honor of the anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts.
It started simple enough. A gathering for members of the Order with a few agreed conditions: It had to be way from Hogwarts and members only, no extended family. Their parents, siblings, wives, husbands and children would mourn and remember with them at tonight's Ministry-sponsored Memorial Service. Today was for the survivors.
Harry was grateful for the chance to remember those he loved and those he'd hated with a bit of privacy. Even years after the final battle, he had unresolved feelings about what they'd been through.
To say he was surprised to see Severus there was an understatement. To say that he was surprised to be thinking how good Severus looked was more of an understatement. Time away and time to heal had made Severus look manlier than Harry remembered him. Not that he'd had much time back then to think about the shapes of arses or the sizes of cocks.
Severus was dressed in plain black trousers and a crisp white shirt; probably what he wore beneath his robes every day. Harry watched him reclining in the grass; occasionally, stifling a chuckle brought on by something Minerva was telling him. Harry never thought he could look at this man with anything other than disdain, but then he recalled how things had suddenly changed the day he viewed those memories… that day. Harry's eyes filled with tears and he looked away.
As the afternoon wore on, everyone started to leave so they could return home to their families in order to recharge before tonight's big celebration. Harry had nowhere to go and no one to return to… so he lingered. When the last group Disapparated away he sat down beneath an old tree to enjoy a moment of quiet.
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. Tonight would be hard. Why people thought he should give speeches he'd never know. He was just the unlucky bloke who had been named in a prophecy. Countless people did more than he did.
He felt something fall into his lap, startled he opened his eyes to quickly search the area. There was no one about. He looked down and saw a little bundle of flowers laying on his trousers… it looked like cowslip. There was a little note attached. He cautiously reached out with his wand to flip it over. It said, "The keys to heaven are yours should you choose to use them."
No name, no hint of who had magicked them to him. Harry frowned unsure what the note was supposed to mean. He stood and carefully slipped the little bundle into his pocket. He'd ask Hermione later. He had a speech to practice and some old friends he needed to say good-bye too once again. Puzzles would have to wait.
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