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Gift: Drabble
Rating: G (what?!)
Word Count: 503
Summary: Telling his parents he’s in love should be easy, right?
Author's notes: To one of the brightest, most hard-working women in fandom. Thank you for all you’ve done for me both virtually and in RL. Huge ♥ and Happy Christmas!
“You shouldn’t be here in this depressing place.”
“I know, but I needed you to know that I’m all right.”
“We do.”
“Really?”
“Of course we’re happy to see you, but at what cost? You could be in danger; people hold grudges and have long memories.”
“This is important. I need you to know about…my life now.”
“Has something changed?”
“Yes. And you might…not approve of everything…I’m doing now.” He pulled his scarf closer around himself. It was very cold.
“You’re back at school?”
“Yes.”
“It’s better now? You’re learning?”
“Yes. I hadn’t realised how much I missed it.” He almost laughed at the thought and wondered if his father would approve. After all, it was questionable as to how much actual knowledge his father had come away with from his tenure at Hogwarts.
“You’re in love, aren’t you?” his mother said, chasing all thoughts of academia away. He had always thought she was the more intuitive of his parents.
“Yes, I am.”
“Who is she?” his father asked.
He paused, unsure of how to continue.
“Someone we might not approve of, eh?”
“Quiet,” his mother interrupted again. She looked at her son. “As if that really matters. It’s not a she, is it, sweetie?”
“No.”
“Does he love you?”
“Yes, I think so.”
There was a heavy silence.
“Darling, our son is in love; it’s all right to be happy.”
“I am happy. I just don’t want to see him get…”
“Hurt? I won’t be. He’s…he can’t hurt me after all we’ve been through.”
“You’ve known him long?”
“Since first year.”
“Do we know his parents? His family?”
“You could say that.”
There was another very long pause. He looked at the ground.
“It’s someone from the other side, isn’t it?” His mother was making this easier for him, even if his father wasn’t.
“…yes.”
“I’m not sure I—”
“Be quiet. Your son is happy and in love. You remember how that feels, don’t you?”
“I remember.” His father kissed his mother’s hand.
“Tell us more, sweetie. Is he as handsome as you? Is he nice or difficult or as worried for you as we sometimes are?”
“He’s all of those things. He’s clever, he’s beautiful, he’s…sorry.”
“That’s good, then.” His mother smiled. Her son smiled back.
The next long pause was less uncomfortable.
“Will you ever be able to leave here?” he asked, glancing around the place. It looked exactly the same as when he’d visited the last time.
“Of course we will,” his mother promised. “But we cherish your visits.”
“Me too.” He wrapped his cloak about him more tightly. “I better go,” he said. “I just wanted you to know I was okay.”
He turned and took a step away, his shoes crunching in the snow.
“Harry?” his mother called.
“Yes?”
“You’ll bring him with you next time, won’t you?”
Harry couldn’t help it, he smiled. And tried to imagine the conversation Draco was now having with his parents in a cold Azkaban cell.
“I’ll try.”
The End
grooloverGift: Drabble
Rating: G (what?!)
Word Count: 503
Summary: Telling his parents he’s in love should be easy, right?
Author's notes: To one of the brightest, most hard-working women in fandom. Thank you for all you’ve done for me both virtually and in RL. Huge ♥ and Happy Christmas!
“You shouldn’t be here in this depressing place.”
“I know, but I needed you to know that I’m all right.”
“We do.”
“Really?”
“Of course we’re happy to see you, but at what cost? You could be in danger; people hold grudges and have long memories.”
“This is important. I need you to know about…my life now.”
“Has something changed?”
“Yes. And you might…not approve of everything…I’m doing now.” He pulled his scarf closer around himself. It was very cold.
“You’re back at school?”
“Yes.”
“It’s better now? You’re learning?”
“Yes. I hadn’t realised how much I missed it.” He almost laughed at the thought and wondered if his father would approve. After all, it was questionable as to how much actual knowledge his father had come away with from his tenure at Hogwarts.
“You’re in love, aren’t you?” his mother said, chasing all thoughts of academia away. He had always thought she was the more intuitive of his parents.
“Yes, I am.”
“Who is she?” his father asked.
He paused, unsure of how to continue.
“Someone we might not approve of, eh?”
“Quiet,” his mother interrupted again. She looked at her son. “As if that really matters. It’s not a she, is it, sweetie?”
“No.”
“Does he love you?”
“Yes, I think so.”
There was a heavy silence.
“Darling, our son is in love; it’s all right to be happy.”
“I am happy. I just don’t want to see him get…”
“Hurt? I won’t be. He’s…he can’t hurt me after all we’ve been through.”
“You’ve known him long?”
“Since first year.”
“Do we know his parents? His family?”
“You could say that.”
There was another very long pause. He looked at the ground.
“It’s someone from the other side, isn’t it?” His mother was making this easier for him, even if his father wasn’t.
“…yes.”
“I’m not sure I—”
“Be quiet. Your son is happy and in love. You remember how that feels, don’t you?”
“I remember.” His father kissed his mother’s hand.
“Tell us more, sweetie. Is he as handsome as you? Is he nice or difficult or as worried for you as we sometimes are?”
“He’s all of those things. He’s clever, he’s beautiful, he’s…sorry.”
“That’s good, then.” His mother smiled. Her son smiled back.
The next long pause was less uncomfortable.
“Will you ever be able to leave here?” he asked, glancing around the place. It looked exactly the same as when he’d visited the last time.
“Of course we will,” his mother promised. “But we cherish your visits.”
“Me too.” He wrapped his cloak about him more tightly. “I better go,” he said. “I just wanted you to know I was okay.”
He turned and took a step away, his shoes crunching in the snow.
“Harry?” his mother called.
“Yes?”
“You’ll bring him with you next time, won’t you?”
Harry couldn’t help it, he smiled. And tried to imagine the conversation Draco was now having with his parents in a cold Azkaban cell.
“I’ll try.”
The End
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Date: 2010-12-23 06:51 pm (UTC)*still staring, though :) *
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Date: 2010-12-23 08:10 pm (UTC)I have a major thing I *must* do tonight, and I told myself I'd better not even look at LJ until it was done. But I'm very glad I did, because now I'm totally inspired! Thank you so much!
And now it's been a few minutes since I read it, so I'd better go and read it again because I love it so :-)
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Date: 2010-12-23 08:26 pm (UTC)I was standing in the queue for DH1 when I got the email with your name as my recip and let out the most girly SQUEE (people would have moved away from me except I was barricaded between
I was obviously inspired by the scene in Godrick's Hollow, but didn't want to make it too sappy, so I thought shortly post-war would be a good point of reference for this.
Believe it or not, I tried to make it longer, but there just didn't seem to be any need for it, so I left them to rest in peace.
So glad your happy with it and so glad I know you!
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Date: 2010-12-23 08:39 pm (UTC)*FLAILS*
*glomps you*
Hope the kids weren't too cranky about going to bed ;D
♥
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Date: 2010-12-24 11:21 am (UTC)Yes, great to talk to you, too! :D <3 MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!
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Date: 2010-12-24 12:57 pm (UTC)Happy Holidays! *big hugs*
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Date: 2010-12-24 08:52 pm (UTC)I wanted it to be ambiguous, so I guess that worked. Happy Hols to you too!
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