hphalloween_mod (hphalloween_mod) wrote in hp_halloween, @ 2004-10-31 09:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !2004, #slash, *cutecoati, ^harry/draco, rating: pg |
Gift drabble for fourth_rose
Original poster: cutecoati
Gift drabble for fourth_rose
Title: The worst of all evils
Word Count: 200
Pairing: Harry and all his lovely friends - hey, it's party time, isn't it?
His friends knew that Harry had always hated Halloween.
During their school-time he hadn’t been too fond of most of the holidays, especially of the family-related ones; so now they tried to integrate him, asked him to their parties, and, despite his continual mocking that he felt like a challenge trophy, he usually accepted.
Save at Halloween.
Halloween, they recalled, had always been a time of mourning to him, but now it got worse every year: Harry was secluding himself more and more, declining all invitations, even refusing to leave his house.
'It’s that stupid Muggle myth', they sighed, 'according to which the Dead are wandering the earth at Halloween. But - Harry doesn’t believe in that, does he?'
Thus, they assured him that there was nothing, no-one to fear, no revengeful Dead had ever returned and would ever return to haunt him, blame him, accuse him of letting him (or her) down, it hadn’t, after all, been his fault so many had died, no, to the contrary: he had succeeded in saving most of them.
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His friends would never understand.
The Dead…
Every year at Halloween, Harry sat at home, alone, waiting, hoping, longing.
But Draco never came back.
Title reference:
"Hope in reality is the worst of all evils, because it prolongs the torments of man."
(Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche)