|Blue Siofra (blue_siofra) wrote in butterfly_fics,|
@ 2009-01-14 14:49:00
|Entry tags:||!-all fics, *rating: g, +length: fic, -fandom: harry potter, bloody baron, grey lady|
Title: The Ritual (1/1)
Characters: Bloody Baron, Grey Lady
Beta: Conspiratorsb, Smirking_muse
Summary: The Bloody Baron and the Grey Lady have a tradition.
There comes a time every night when even Peeves settles in. Every living creature asleep, the only noise are the soft ones created by the walls themselves. The Baron glides from room to room, his invisible path a familiar one.
Reaching the corridor that houses the Ravenclaw Tower entrance, The Baron allows himself a small half smile as the object he seeks glides out of the tower wall.
“Helena.” The name comes out in a hoarse whisper from a voice rarely used.
“Baron,” she acknowledges his presence with a guarded expression. He floats forward, stopping just a few inches from her face. She sighs, giving him consent - not that it mattered anymore - and he closes the gap between them, his face melding with hers.
She leans into him, her breasts sliding easily into his chest. They stay there, bobbing lightly in the drafty corridor for a long moment. Eventually, Helena breaks the contact.
“The usual place?” The baron nods his answer, and she slips through the wall in front of him. She heads, on her way to the one room in the castle no living creature has set foot in since the founders themselves had been alive. Not even the other ghosts went anywhere near the room. Rowena Ravenclaw herself had the room created after the death of her daughter, Helena.
Hidden within the bowels of the darkest dungeons, the window- and door- less room was Helena’s sanctuary. And his almost as much as hers. He marvels at how what his life was supposed to be finally became his life, after death.
He follows his beloved to their hidden slice of tranquility, finding her in one of the dusty chairs as he enters the room. Baron floats over to the other chair before settling on it. He searches his mind for what trivial thing he could begin their ritual with. Finally he knows just what to use.
“Ever hear the one where Godric, Salazar and a penguin walk into a bar?”