fic: As Things Collide Original poster: secretxmistakex Hullo. It's a post of FIRSTS! My first post in this community and my first Harry Potter fiction that isn't a Darkfic! How exciting.
Title: As Things Collide Chapter: Yesterday (Prologue/?) Author: Aubriesecretxmistakex Rating: PG-13 (subject to change) Summary: (Post-War) We will find each other- A promise made is not always a promise kept. Author's Note:Every chapter is going to be named after a song and for each chapterI'll place a link to that song so you can listen to it if you'd like. Ihope you like it!
As Things Collide by Maroon 5 (inspiration for the whole fic) Yesterday by The Beatles It was the shadowed dark known in the dark days of the war that ateat the citizens of Wizarding England and it’s neighbors. These weredark times. Death and destruction could not be avoided and happinesswas hard to come by. No person was immune to the tension hanging heavyand steady in the air. Not even the students of Hogwarts, who had beenthe single most protected place (besides the Ministry) while also beingthe one place Voldemort was itching to attack; not with their onlyweapons being a complicated set of wards (well crafted, but all toobreakable), and a young boy of only seventeen. - “It’s toodark in here!” a voice whispered harshly in the unknowing darkness.“Why’d you have to pick the darkest, dirtiest, most disgusting storagecupboard in the whole damned school, Potter?” The other chuckled and replied, “I was having a bout of homesickness. That’s all, Malfoy. I was sure you’d understand.” “Har, har, Scarhead. Really, why’d you choose th- oomph!” Draco was cut off promptly as Harry pressed against him. “Shhh,dragon,” Harry whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t think,just feel.” Harry pressed his body close to the other’s, the heat oftheir bodies intermixing. “As you wish,” Draco replied with a cockysmirk. Their lips brushed against each other with hesitancy. “Just saythe magic words.” Harry’s breath was coming in heavy gasps and whimpers from being so close to the other boy, “I want you. I want you now.” “Your wish is my command.” Theirlips, cold yet fevered all at once, had not met the other’s when adeafening crash shook the school with maddening force. Urgent, anxiousscreams rang loud and clear in the hall and Harry could see the lightunder the door flicker from the hundred pairs of feet running by. Harrycursed while Draco heaved a sigh of dissatisfaction and grabbed hiswand with one hand, grabbing Harry’s hand in the other. A somber lookfound a place on the Slytherin’s pale face. “It looks like the time hascome,” Harry said gravely, a frown settled neatly on his brow. “Thatit does,” Draco replied. The pair stood, fingers entwined, for severallong moments, not wanting to let go, not wanting to face the inevitabledoom just beyond the cupboard door. “Let’s go,” Harry whispered distractedly and with absolute confidence, Draco whipped open the door. Thescene before them was unnerving. Ranks of battle-ready students hadbeen formed, seventh and sixth years in the front, fourth and fifthyears in the back. There was no sight of first through fourth years asthey had been sent to the safety of the dungeons. “Harry!” a voiceshook Harry from his shock. “Hey Harry! They’re waiting! You’re frontline!” It was Neville Longbottom yelling. He had a dangerous anddetermined look on his face; the total opposite of the boy Harry hadmet on the Hogwarts Express so many years ago. “I’m coming!” Harryyelled back then turned to Draco. “Come with me. Fight beside me. Be mysecond.” Draco gave him a long, even look, as if a battle weren’t beingwaged on the castle grounds but in his own head. “Please?” “I will.” “Thank you,” Harry nodded in gratitude. “Potter! Malfoy! If you don’t mind joining us-“ The familiar sneer of Severus Snape reached them. “Yessir,” they chimed in unison. Their places were taken in solemn form.Ranks of serious, frightened students faced ranks of black-cloaked,vicious Death Eaters, each with their appointed leaders guiding them.Harry met the blazing red eyes of Voldemort with a mix of raging furyand anxiousness. Voldemort smirked, the epitome of calm and collection,confident about what was to come. “Draco, if anyth-“ “I know, Harry. I love you, too.” “We’ll find each other-“ “-no matter what.” Therewas a silence cast over the area. No one spoke. No one breathed. Dracoturned to Harry and Harry to Draco. “Scared, Potter?” Draco smirked. “You wish.” This was war.