hphalloween_mod (hphalloween_mod) wrote in hp_halloween, @ 2004-10-30 23:48:00 |
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Gift Drabble for Mishty
Original poster: rickfan37
Almost midnight, so here goes...
Gift for: mishty, who requested anything well-written. Gulp!
Author: rickfan37
Title: Remorse
Word count: 200
Rating: G, I think.
Anxiety oppressed him, coating him inside and out with its sharp, singing tyranny until he could no more enjoy the feast set before him than he could endure the excited chatter whose cacophony resounded around the Great Hall. Pushing his plate away, Harry made his excuses and fled.
No one followed. They neither shared his suffering nor suspected his intention this numinous eve.
His dancing shadow hastened alongside him down torchlight corridors, his only company the silent spectres gliding across his path, more substantial on this night where the dead drew close to the living.
Ah, but how close?
Rifling through his trunk, he found it at the very bottom; a broken treasure whose repair was long overdue. Taking last year’s jumper from Mrs Weasley and opening it carefully, he ran trembling fingers over the shards of glass nestling therein and withdrew his wand.
“Reparo," he said softly, swallowing hard as the pieces reassembled.
He picked up the mirror. Time had not dulled the jagged blade of grief, but surely now, on this night more than any other, where the muted dead could speak once more, he would find comfort.
He picked up the mirror with its silvered shadows.
“Sirius?”