unbroken_halo (unbroken_halo) wrote in pornicators, @ 2005-01-06 11:34:00 |
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The Old hands Challenge Response: Final Release
Original poster: unbroken_halo
Here goes nothing. Let's just say I tried and I hope that I am not lynched.
Title: Final Release
Author/Artist: unbroken_halo
Kink(s): Dark Fic, Angst, Biting, Character Deaths
Pairings: SS/HP
Rating: R For Language
Challenge: For the Old Hands Challenge on Pornicators. Write a fic that is totally different than your usual style. Use: Infinitesimal, Perfidy, and Nostalgia somewhere in the fic. Minimum 2000 words. I didn’t quite make it but I think that it just might be fine where it is at.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been, never will be.
Beta: Witchwere. I know I torture you love, but I always make it good for you in the end. Except this time.
AN: This is not a happy fic.I normally write warm and fluffy stuff. They are usually long winded and descriptive. The few times I have attempted to write something darker I have been shot down. Now whether this is because I can do it so well that it actually hurts or I just suck at it, I don‘t know. I will let you be the judge.
Final Release
This is it. The last time he must fight. It will all be over in a few hours. For he has decided to end it all today here and now. Not by his own hand of course for that would be cowardly and he is anything but that. No this will be his end, his magnum opus, everything he was ever trained to do. And why shouldn’t it be. He had nothing left to live for.
He thinks back with nostalgia about conversations in the past. These he will take with him, to provide the strength he needs to go on, to finish it.
“Of all the things that are Holy, concentrate boy! You will never get it right if you don’t concentrate.”
“I’m trying. For once just show me how instead of trying to beat it into my head. I will never learn it if you don’t help me.”
“If you would just show one infinitesimal spark of the intelligence that your mother had we would already be past this.”
“Well I guess I will never know just how intelligent she was now will I? Stop trying to use that against me. They’re gone, more are falling everyday and I will never see them again. I understand. Now show me how to stop anymore of them from dying.”
He chuckles. It wasn’t the first time they had almost come to physical violence. He remembers again the first time they struck each other and what it had lead to. He gets out of bed and makes his way to the shower. Time grows short and there are many things he has to do.
POP!
CRACK!
“What the hell is wrong with you? You nearly got us killed!”
“Hardly, but the information I acquired will give is an advantage over them in the next battle.”
“There are holes in my robes! Burnt from the curse marks. Just look at yourself. Your hair is singed off on one side. What good would that information have done if we had not gotten out alive?”
“Quit yelling. We may not yet be safe. Beside I knew you would get us out of there with some tried and true act of heroism. Just like your father, thinking before acting. Just like your bloody dogfather…”
SMACK!
SLAP!
The sound of a hand connecting with taunt flesh and the returning insult sting his face again. The kiss they shared afterward burns on his lips once more. Reminding him he will never again touch the other. Lust born on the battlefield never lasts. It’s a survival instinct, a need to confirm that no matter how many of your comrades have fallen, you are still alive. Still breathing and still there to help out the same needs to another soldier.
His hand snakes down and grasps his erection. In the shower the water will wash away the evidence of his release. Their first frantic coupling again runs through his mind.
“Ow! Watch the teeth you great bloody bat.”
“A small sacrifice of blood for the cause will not kill you.”
“I always knew you were a frigging vampire.”
*snickers* “Just tasting to feel, you understand. Not really a bloodsucker.”
“Quit talking. Do it. Fuck me so I don’t have to feel.”
*hiss* “There was no need to return the favor, you understand.”
“Anything to shut you up and get your cock in me.”
“I am here to oblige.” *uh*
“Ah! Damn it burns. Move, now. Please.”
“As you wish. Anything.”
“Oh…Fuck…”
“So tight. Yes.”
“Now?”
“Now!”
“Oh Gods…”
“Argh…”
*heaving breaths*
“Thank you. I hate you, Snape.” *sighs*
“Yes, I hate you too, Potter” *sighs*
Tears and cum flow down the drain, cleansing his body and his mind for what he must do. For months they had little trysts, here and there. Inbetween the missions, and the training and the dying they found time to escape the harsh realities of their lives. They never spoke words that would convey feelings. They just fought and felt.
He towels off, counting down the hours. It won’t be long now. He dresses carefully, arming himself to the nines with potions and other hidden weapons. He knows though regardless of all his precautions one spell could bring him down. He sighs and sits to wait for someone to tell him it’s time to go.
The sound of distant voices reminds him of their last conversation. An act of perfidy had caused them to be ambushed only last night. There had been a traitor in their mist and he hadn’t even know it. No one had. They had found him together or rather he had found them. That one battle had ended any future he though he might have had.
“Go! I’ll be right behind you.”
“No, we go together, we are partners.”
“Stupid, arrogant Gryffindor. We have to get you away from here. There’s no point in wasting your strengths out there. The Dark Lord is not here.”
“I’ll fight on just like the rest of them out there. I refuse to run while the friends I have left die so I can hide like a coward.”
A third voice intruded on their conversation. One that Harry knew so well. It had been with him since he had first started Hogwarts. Fear floods his body.
“Merlin, you two sound like an old married couple. Bickering like that.”
Ron Weasley was pointing his wand at the two of them.
“Go on. Both of you. I will be well rewarded for finding you.”
“Why, Ron?”
His lost friend’s eyes were blank as he answered.
“Hermione died. They are all dead.”
A knock on his door brings him out of the rumination.
“Ten Minutes, Potter.”
“Thanks.”
Just enough time to relive the last moments.
Bodies were strewn across the field. Rain was beginning to fall to cleanse the earth of this horror. He walked past the downed red head. He had no regrets firing that curse. It was that or death and he hadn’t quite given up just yet.
He found Snape face down under the tree.
“Snape. Get up you snarky bastard.”
“…”
Oh for fuck’s sake, Snape. What was that fucking password?”
“…”
“Oh yeah. Only in death can I know true release.”
“Harry…”
Carefully he turns Snape over. He is even paler than normal and once again the fear permeates his soul.
*coughs*
Crymson blood flows from his lips and Potter knows that this is it.
“I don’t hate you, Harry.” *gurgles*
“Severus…”
He presses his lips to his lover. The blood stains his own lips as he tries to give life back to the older man. The chest rises with his efforts but does not move on it’s own. He sighs and kisses the man one last time. He brushes back the greasy hair and closes the onyx eyes.
“I know, Severus.”
He leaves his partner under the tree. He walks away rubbing the blood into his own parched lips and silently making a vow to join him in the very near future.
I walk out onto the field knowing that this is the Last Fight. Voldemort is waiting on me and I will not disappoint him. His red eyes sear into my soul and without any pretense I aim and fire my last spell.
“Avada Kedavra!”
He is caught off guard but manages to fire back at me all the same. The green light envelops us and I open my arms welcoming my Final Release.