snarrymod (snarrymod) wrote in snarry_games, @ 2006-04-27 22:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | correspondence, submission, team angst |
TEAM ANGST ENTRY - CORRESPONDENCE
Original poster: snarrymod
Title: Lurker in the Gaps
Author: gmth
Warnings: Rating/Warnings/Kinks Pop up
Summary: Harry ignores some good advice.
A/N: Written for the snarry_games, prompt: Correspondence (meaning "similarity or analogy.") Many thanks to my wonderful betas.
It looked nothing like the Mirror of Erised.
It was short and squat, for one thing, and the glass was grimy and cracked. In fact, Harry wasn't even sure it was a mirror at first. The light in the room Sirius had shared with Buckbeak -- Witherwings, Harry reminded himself -- was dim, and Harry thought it was a glass-fronted cabinet until he drew nearer and saw himself.
His face looked pale and drawn, even in this light. Small wonder. He hadn't been sleeping much the past few weeks, between the late nights of research Hermione was making them put in ("We have to be prepared for anything!" she'd say whenever he or Ron protested, which meant she'd said it at least a dozen times) and the suffocating feeling of anxious anticipation that rose in his chest every night when he finally crawled into bed. A shudder made Harry's shoulders twitch as he stepped closer and studied the familiar shape of his face in the mirror. They were leaving in the morning for Godric's Hollow. What would the mirror show when their search was over?
"I was wondering when I'd see you."
Harry jumped. The voice, which seemed to come from nowhere, sounded ear-splittingly loud in the oppressive silence of Grimmauld Place. He whirled, his wand in his hand, eyes darting from the door to the dark shadows in each corner of the room. There was no one there.
"Who said that?" he demanded, flicking his wrist so his wand bobbed back and forth. "Who's there?"
"I've been waiting to speak to you for a long time," the voice answered. It sounded oddly distorted, as though its owner were underwater.
"Where are you?" Harry said, lifting his wand over his head. "Lumos!"
"You still haven't managed to master non-verbal spells, I see," the voice replied with a snort. "I'm behind you. Here, in the mirror."
Harry spun back to face the mirror, still brandishing his lit wand, and for the first time he noticed the top edge of the mirror was engraved in a fancy antique script that read: