hphalloween_mod (hphalloween_mod) wrote in hp_halloween, @ 2016-10-31 18:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !2016, #gen, *hikarievandar, ^harry potter, ^voldemort, rating: g |
Halloween Treat for leontinabowie
Gift for: leontinabowie
From: hikarievandar
Title: Leave My Soul
Characters: Voldemort, Harry Potter
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: For the cold will come this night/From far away, far away/Frost will fall, and ice will bite/Oh, leave my soul.
Notes: Thank you so much to my tireless beta for her work – any remaining mistakes are my own. The title and lyrics in the summary are from Samhain Eve by Damh the Bard. Happy Halloween, leontinabowie! I hope you enjoy the fic!
He leaves Hermione at the cemetery gate. It feels…wrong, somehow, to have an audience. She smiles at him sadly and watches him go; he can feel her eyes on him as he weaves his way between snow-covered weathered tombs and leaning headstones, brushing snow from deep-carved names until his fingers are red and numb. He loses time; sound fades until all he can hear is the crunch of his own footsteps and his ragged breathing.
He's not sure what makes him look up, whether it’s a noise or the tingling sensation of being watched, but when he does, it’s to see a shadow between the graves. Tall, wrapped in black; there’s no mist from the figure’s breath; no footprints in the snow. Magic prickles over his scar, but there’s no gloating voice or high laughter, just the sound of the snow beneath him as his feet carry him closer.
The Dark Lord is standing over his parents’ graves. There’s a wreath of thorns and elder lying next to the stone, and Harry peers up at his shadowed face. Silence. Then Voldemort reaches up to touch a long finger to Harry’s scar and in the shadows under his hood, Harry catches glimpse of a smile.