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interpretthis) wrote2007-10-24 10:25 pm
D/Hr 5th Day of Halloween: Pocket Sandman
Author: interpretthis
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
WC: 263
Notes: For day five of ![[info]](https://stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
dramionedrabble's 12 Days of Halloween. Prompt: haunted.
Summary: Not even the greatest minds are immune.
She whispered through the corridors, soft and fluid, a tinted, bodiless shadow left to catch the sun on its own. She imagined the stone would crumble beneath her fingertips, had they been solid. Had any of it been solid.
Centuries she’d haunted and still she looked eighteen, smooth, unblemished flesh where, had nature taken its course, would have been puckered, dead skin spiked with liver spots and knobbles. She wiled away the days - the months, the years - waiting and thinking. For what else was there to do but think? She’d always been rather good at it, after all.
It was ironic, in the end.
For good did not trounce evil.
Death was not the last enemy to be defeated.
And who would have thought she’d take the final fall for Draco Malfoy? Mudblood spilled for Pure…
Pure.
Pure.
Hermione shot up in bed, heart leaping to lodge itself in her constricted throat. The crown of her head grazed the tent top. Cool air slipped through a crack in the canvas, chilling the beaded sweat dappled across her brow as her heart rate wound down. Harry shifted in his sleep from the bunk below hers. All was calm. Constant.
She shivered as she felt the horcrux tremble against her collarbone, pulsing dimly, though she had a feeling it had been racing just seconds before. Her thoughts touched briefly on the blond boy – the one she’d died for – but they hardly had time to focus. Her mind flipped over slowly, curling in on itself, drifting back into nothingness…
A dream. Just a dream.
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Wow, that dream was really powerful.
I really liked how you explored what a non-happy ending would be like, cuz even though it sounds a bit morbid, I do like those. I loved the irony, too.
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