25 Days- Chapter 19
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smirkingcatTitle: Chapter 19
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 1.058
Rating: G
Prompt:![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
slythindor100 traditional prompt 19:
Warning: alternating pov,
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:story has made up magic rules - i don't think it's a warning per se, but i wanted to state it somewhere,
start with part one here: : @dw | @lj
Chapter 19
Annoyed he strikes the water out of his hair and from his face. As usual when he stands against Potter and his temper gets the better of him he loses. He should know better by now. One cannot beat the saviour. Many have tried all have failed. He should just lean back and watch as Potter destructs himself.
"This conversation is over," he says because he has no intention of continuing, "as is me helping you. I didn't want to do it in the first place and I have certainly no intention of doing it now."
He walks into the room to pick up the mistletoe he has forgotten last night.
"Are you going to run away again? And what will happen to your son? Don't you care?"
He grits his teeth, while his hands curl together into fists. He should not let Potter get to him, but the words escape his mouth before he can stop them.
"I never ran away. My family went to the continent and I had to go with them. It is not like I had a choice. My father is not to be denied."
He grabs the mistletoe and turns to leave the room. No matter how much Mereille says that he should face his past, facing Potter never does anything good for him. He will go someplace else. Facing what you cannot change is a stupid notion anyway.
"You didn't answer my questions."
"There is no reason to. But I will do one thing for you. When you have enough control to feel each patch of wild magic inside you singularly, then you can start and search for the places you took it from. And when you found such a place, give it back there. Not wishing it to go there, but just letting it go, and setting it free. That way you might be able to go back to your normal life, and even start using magic again. But be sure that you match the wild magic, because if you introduce wild magic to a place where it doesn't belong, it might blow up in your face. Not that I really care, as I will be a far away from you as possible."
The grin he couldn't fight. It will take Potter years just to learn how to feel the magic and even longer until he finds the right places. It serves him right.
"I think you are forgetting something," Potter says, and then the door in front of him shuts and vanishes.
"Potter, what are you doing?" Turning around, his anger starts to boil again: "Let me out of here."
"There is no way I could do that on my own. But beyond that I want to know the truth, and you know how wild magic likes to fulfil wishes," Potter shrugs.
"What did you wish for?" He asks carefully.
"For a way to have you tell me the truth. So it seems we will be here for some time."
"And what good will the truth do to you? Why do you need to know about my life? What do you want with it? Hold it over me like my father? Use it to get it your way?"
Why could Potter not just give it a rest.
"Because I am interested. And maybe also so that I can understand... maybe even feel less betrayed by you," Potter mumbles.
"I betrayed you? When exactly did I do that?" He asks in confusion. He never promised Potter anything so he could not have betrayed Potter in any way.
"When you didn't come back to school. You said we would get to see a future after all. You said all that, but then you just vanished. Slytherin house nearly vanished... nothing was the same, and you not being there made it all worse."
"Potter, are you actually mad? What good would have me being there done for either you or my house? "
"You would have been proud of being a Slytherin, even after making mistakes. You would have helped them find their own pride. You would not have treated me in a different way. Even my friends were weird that year! If you had been there, if Ron could have gone on about you being a prat, and Hermione telling me how obsessed I am with you things would have been different. Ginny would have understood it without me having to hurt her. But you weren't there! And the least you could do is to tell me why you have left us behind and are now leaving your son behind."
Potter has screamed at the beginning but the last words he whispers in such a desperate way, that he has to laugh.
It's a bitter laugh, he doesn't really feel it but the whole situation is just wrong.
"You really value my existence too much, Potter, anybody ever told you that? And I did not leave you behind- why do you have to put everything in such weird phrases. I was dragged abroad, I tried to escape my father and he got me back and then I was made to marry a woman that I didn't know, and who just deserved so much better, and was forced to father a child. My then wife died... nobody is sure how or why but she did. And my son was taken by my father. He gave me a choice: I could give him my son or he would sent me back to an asylum. There it is my life so far. Are you feeling better now knowing this? Can you now please bring the door back?"
He sounds flat even to his own ears. Normally he would scream and shout but this feels so much like a defeat he simply doesn't want to.
"There is something you are not telling me," Potter simply says and cracks open a nut with the small red nutcracker. It's a ridiculous thing to do, especially given the whole situation, and he can only stare in disbelieve.
"What are you doing?" he asks because what the hell is going on here?
"Do you want some nuts? They are quite tasty," Potter offers, and keeps on cracking them.
"You have lost the fucking plot, Potter."
Sighing he drops into one of the chairs.
He might have run of fucks to give...
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 1.058
Rating: G
Prompt:
slythindor100 traditional prompt 19:Warning: alternating pov,
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:story has made up magic rules - i don't think it's a warning per se, but i wanted to state it somewhere,
start with part one here: : @dw | @lj
Chapter 19
Annoyed he strikes the water out of his hair and from his face. As usual when he stands against Potter and his temper gets the better of him he loses. He should know better by now. One cannot beat the saviour. Many have tried all have failed. He should just lean back and watch as Potter destructs himself.
"This conversation is over," he says because he has no intention of continuing, "as is me helping you. I didn't want to do it in the first place and I have certainly no intention of doing it now."
He walks into the room to pick up the mistletoe he has forgotten last night.
"Are you going to run away again? And what will happen to your son? Don't you care?"
He grits his teeth, while his hands curl together into fists. He should not let Potter get to him, but the words escape his mouth before he can stop them.
"I never ran away. My family went to the continent and I had to go with them. It is not like I had a choice. My father is not to be denied."
He grabs the mistletoe and turns to leave the room. No matter how much Mereille says that he should face his past, facing Potter never does anything good for him. He will go someplace else. Facing what you cannot change is a stupid notion anyway.
"You didn't answer my questions."
"There is no reason to. But I will do one thing for you. When you have enough control to feel each patch of wild magic inside you singularly, then you can start and search for the places you took it from. And when you found such a place, give it back there. Not wishing it to go there, but just letting it go, and setting it free. That way you might be able to go back to your normal life, and even start using magic again. But be sure that you match the wild magic, because if you introduce wild magic to a place where it doesn't belong, it might blow up in your face. Not that I really care, as I will be a far away from you as possible."
The grin he couldn't fight. It will take Potter years just to learn how to feel the magic and even longer until he finds the right places. It serves him right.
"I think you are forgetting something," Potter says, and then the door in front of him shuts and vanishes.
"Potter, what are you doing?" Turning around, his anger starts to boil again: "Let me out of here."
"There is no way I could do that on my own. But beyond that I want to know the truth, and you know how wild magic likes to fulfil wishes," Potter shrugs.
"What did you wish for?" He asks carefully.
"For a way to have you tell me the truth. So it seems we will be here for some time."
"And what good will the truth do to you? Why do you need to know about my life? What do you want with it? Hold it over me like my father? Use it to get it your way?"
Why could Potter not just give it a rest.
"Because I am interested. And maybe also so that I can understand... maybe even feel less betrayed by you," Potter mumbles.
"I betrayed you? When exactly did I do that?" He asks in confusion. He never promised Potter anything so he could not have betrayed Potter in any way.
"When you didn't come back to school. You said we would get to see a future after all. You said all that, but then you just vanished. Slytherin house nearly vanished... nothing was the same, and you not being there made it all worse."
"Potter, are you actually mad? What good would have me being there done for either you or my house? "
"You would have been proud of being a Slytherin, even after making mistakes. You would have helped them find their own pride. You would not have treated me in a different way. Even my friends were weird that year! If you had been there, if Ron could have gone on about you being a prat, and Hermione telling me how obsessed I am with you things would have been different. Ginny would have understood it without me having to hurt her. But you weren't there! And the least you could do is to tell me why you have left us behind and are now leaving your son behind."
Potter has screamed at the beginning but the last words he whispers in such a desperate way, that he has to laugh.
It's a bitter laugh, he doesn't really feel it but the whole situation is just wrong.
"You really value my existence too much, Potter, anybody ever told you that? And I did not leave you behind- why do you have to put everything in such weird phrases. I was dragged abroad, I tried to escape my father and he got me back and then I was made to marry a woman that I didn't know, and who just deserved so much better, and was forced to father a child. My then wife died... nobody is sure how or why but she did. And my son was taken by my father. He gave me a choice: I could give him my son or he would sent me back to an asylum. There it is my life so far. Are you feeling better now knowing this? Can you now please bring the door back?"
He sounds flat even to his own ears. Normally he would scream and shout but this feels so much like a defeat he simply doesn't want to.
"There is something you are not telling me," Potter simply says and cracks open a nut with the small red nutcracker. It's a ridiculous thing to do, especially given the whole situation, and he can only stare in disbelieve.
"What are you doing?" he asks because what the hell is going on here?
"Do you want some nuts? They are quite tasty," Potter offers, and keeps on cracking them.
"You have lost the fucking plot, Potter."
Sighing he drops into one of the chairs.
He might have run of fucks to give...
