[Drabble-HP] Fade to Black
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misanagiFade to Black
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG13
Characters: Michael, Terry and Anthony
Warnings: Angst
Words: 298
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clever_claws
It was supposed to be over, that's what killed him. It wasn't the loss of friends, the loss of enemies or even the loss of his fingers; no, it was that after all was set and done and the dust had settled it still wasn't over.
Michael had known it before he had been forced to defend himself on his way back home from visiting Anthony. The tension he had been feeling since the start of seventh year hadn't evaporated with Voldemort's death; it was still there, pulsating as a strong heartbeat that should have already been gone.
But it wasn't and it was that pulse which allowed him to react fast enough, to keep his remaining eight fingers and his life. It didn't matter that it had been months since the Hogwarts battle, deep inside Michael had known the fighting wasn't done.
He supposed he had been naïve. He was still holding onto the dreams of a boy when things had changed too much, he had changed too much.
Terry felt it too. He hadn't had any encounters but his hand always hovered over his belt, ready for his wand at a moments notice. Anthony still couldn't sleep well, and that if nothing else, should have been Michael's biggest clue, for how could it be over when your friend is still haunted by the past?
Before they had never even considered this option. Anthony wanted to write, Terry wanted to get involved with the Department of Mysteries, Michael wanted to do charm research… But Aurors? How very Gryffindor.
It hurt, perhaps even more than losing his fingers, losing his dreams. It helped that his friends were walking along with him. It wasn't over and it might never be, but somehow, Michael knew, in time, it would alright.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG13
Characters: Michael, Terry and Anthony
Warnings: Angst
Words: 298
Notes: Written and posted to
clever_clawsIt was supposed to be over, that's what killed him. It wasn't the loss of friends, the loss of enemies or even the loss of his fingers; no, it was that after all was set and done and the dust had settled it still wasn't over.
Michael had known it before he had been forced to defend himself on his way back home from visiting Anthony. The tension he had been feeling since the start of seventh year hadn't evaporated with Voldemort's death; it was still there, pulsating as a strong heartbeat that should have already been gone.
But it wasn't and it was that pulse which allowed him to react fast enough, to keep his remaining eight fingers and his life. It didn't matter that it had been months since the Hogwarts battle, deep inside Michael had known the fighting wasn't done.
He supposed he had been naïve. He was still holding onto the dreams of a boy when things had changed too much, he had changed too much.
Terry felt it too. He hadn't had any encounters but his hand always hovered over his belt, ready for his wand at a moments notice. Anthony still couldn't sleep well, and that if nothing else, should have been Michael's biggest clue, for how could it be over when your friend is still haunted by the past?
Before they had never even considered this option. Anthony wanted to write, Terry wanted to get involved with the Department of Mysteries, Michael wanted to do charm research… But Aurors? How very Gryffindor.
It hurt, perhaps even more than losing his fingers, losing his dreams. It helped that his friends were walking along with him. It wasn't over and it might never be, but somehow, Michael knew, in time, it would alright.
