|Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven,|
@ 2011-11-28 09:58:00
|Entry tags:||hp ficlets harry/neville, hp quill-it 100.3|
HP ficlet: And in the End [Harry/Neville, general]
Title: And in the End
Length: 305 words
Warnings: character death
Summary: Harry remembers.
Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 42, "memory". For coffee_n_cocoa, who wanted Harry/Neville for this prompt. Title borrowed from the Beatles song "The End": "And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make."
Waves broke upon the rocks below, their gentle roar more soothing than pure quiet would have been.
"I wish I had that Remembrall your Gran sent you once at school," said Harry. "So many years... it's hard to keep all the memories straight."
There had been Hogwarts, of course, where they had met: Harry small and scrawny with his glasses perched unsteadily, awed to be a wizard and determined to succeed; Neville plump and fearful, equally astonished to be there, convinced he was nearly a Squib but trying desperately to do his best. Unprepossessing, both of them, at eleven, but heroes less than seven years later. By then Harry was already tired of fame, and Neville quickly learned to be.
They had become close friends after the war, though it took a few more years before they realized that they loved each other and wanted to share their lives together.
A good life it had been, especially after they had adopted Damon and Calista. Their children were long grown now too, and their grandchildren, and a great-grandchild was expected next month.
Harry didn't try to stop the tears that trickled down his wrinkled cheeks at that thought.
"I wish you could have been here to see Juniper's child born. You were so happy to hear the news." He looked at the chair beside him, covered in the familiar worn red upholstery. He could almost see Neville sitting there, smiling, reaching out to touch Harry's knee. Had it only been a few weeks?
Harry rested his hand on the arm of Neville's chair, absently noting the spots and wrinkles, the twisted tendons that showed through his skin. He would catch no more Snitches, fight no more duels, caress no one in love any longer.
"I think... I think I'll be with you again soon," said Harry.