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A Harry Potter Fanfiction: Feeling
Empty Without
By: kuroneko89 Genre: Tragedy/Angst/Romance Rating: PG-13 Disclaimer: Harry Potter and
all its characters belong to JK Rowling and other publishing agents such as
Bloomsbury, Scholastic, and Werner Bros Inc. I am not making any profit by
writing this, so you have no right to sue me. Not that you’re going to get
anything, mind you: I am penniless. Warning: Slash and Angst. If
you feel that the two are not up to your liking, you know which button to click,
and may I say: Use it well. [FEW] is a ONE-SHOT
post-ootp fic, set quite a few years after Harry had graduated from Hogwarts. --------------------------------------------------------------- “Live, Harry…” That was the last words
I’d heard from you. Rest In PeaceDraconis Lucius Black Malfoy Gone back to Father’s side
on July 31st 1999 The wind was blowing very
coldly as I traced the carving with my fingers, silent tears finding their way
down my cheeks. I gave a long suffering look at the tomb as I put down a bouquet
of white lilies, your favorite flower, though you’d never admitted it, and
prayed. I gave it one very last look before my legs brought me away from that
place and I screamed in agony. And it was 10 years ago. The morning came again, as
usual; the sunrays found their way through the small gap between my curtains and
filled my room with light. I woke up and rubbed my weary eyes, sitting up
straight on my huge four-poster bed. Empty bed. That was far too huge for only one occupant. I shrugged. It had been
years and years I hadn’t got any bed company, and it felt somehow empty and
cold. Just like the rest of my flat was. Everlastingly cold. No matter what you did:
threw as many fire here as you can, bought as many heaters, or cast a spell that
would make the sun come in here, it would still be cold. A perfect image of my heart. I'll miss the winter A world of fragile things Look for me in the white
forest Hiding in a Hollow Tree Come find me… I could remember. I could remember it like it
was only yesterday. No matter how many years… Your silver orbs glowing at
me, your beautiful pale face covered in crystalline tears, your trembling pink
full lips that had done so much to me: scowling, sneering, teasing, loving… Pleasing… Your lithe form was lying
helplessly in my arms. You threw yourself in between. You protected me from that
evil green light coming from Voldemort. You gave your life for me. You left me. I know you hear me I can taste it in your tears I cried. I cried, cried and
cried. Ignoring all the fights and Death Eaters around. You couldn’t be dead.
You couldn’t. I need you. I need you to live, to breath…. I shook your body,
pleading to your lifeless silver orbs. You must be alive. You had to hold on.
For me. Holding my last breath Safe inside myself Are all my thoughts of you Sweet raptured light It ends here tonight Then I saw it. Your lips were trembling. Your mouth was mumbling something. I lowered my ears to you, hoping to catch what you were telling me, holding you tighter in my arms. “Live, Harry…” Your last words… Closing your eyes to
disappear Hoping your dreams will
leave you here But still you wake and knew
the truth No one’s there… I dressed myself in my
robes, straightening my tie, not bothering to neaten my hair at all. Years of
experience told me there was nothing that could make it flat. I itched at the
thought. I missed your fingers, massaging my scalp, playing with each locks,
touching me on every sensitive spots. You told me to live. Told me
to live when I had nothing to live for. I only lived to be with you. You left
me. But I would live. I would
not waste the life you gave out for me. I would live. Cold. I went out of the house, not
bothering to eat any breakfast at all. I did not worry; my body had not been fed much when I was with the Dursleys, I was sure it could endure days of not
eating at all. One breakfast-less morning wouldn’t hurt. Normally, I would just
Apparate to work, but I did not feel so this day. I sighed as I turned down to
the street and decided to have a walk. Blast all those people who thought I was
insane walking down the street with long black robes with a wand sticking out my
pocket. I was beginning to think
that this was not a bad idea at all. I did not realize that there were so many
things in my neighborhoods. I passed down the street and found a small house
filled with so many children of all age running around. It was an orphanage. A twinkle came across my
eyes as I walked closer to the gate, watching all the children playing freely,
as if they were little birds, exploring the sky. I shook my head. How I wished I
could be like them as well… “Uncle?” I snapped of my thought and
opened my eyes. There was a child gazing at me. A pale blonde child with silver
gray eyes. Funny coincidence. The child smiled at me,
nudging at my clothing. “Why are you wearing a robe? It’s weird.” Silence. What? You surely
did not expect me to tell him I was a wizard, did you? He looked big enough not
to be fooled by such words. He would have taken it seriously. Damn those gray eyes and
silver blonde hair… The silence went on. The
child shifted his weight nervously, looking up at me again. “Forget that,”
he said after a while, “you have nice green eyes, Uncle.” I was so shocked. I recalled
you telling this very same thing a long, long time ago and this felt like a
dejavu. I stood there gaping, my mouth opening slightly before I let out a
breath. “Thanks.” The boy gave a smile at me
again. “I’m just stating the obvious. You look so miserable. Thought some
compliment will do you good. The day is too sunny to be mourning over.” I stared back at the boy.
His smile was so similar to your smile…damn fate made me have to meet you
again… “I have to go,” I said,
looking at my watch and turned away from the boy. The blonde slumped his face
before waving. “I hope to see you again, Uncle!” Say Goodnight Don’t be afraid Calling me as you fade to
black “Live, Harry…” A happy, warm smile crept up my face unconsciously as I replied the wave and went to a secluded corner to Apparate to the Ministry of Magic. The smile was still there when dozens of people came near me as I walked into my office, the Minister of Magic’s office, and I made each of them froze to the ground by flashing the remaining of that smile to them before taking whatever parchment they had for me. They must be so shocked. I hadn’t smiled for at least a decade; I hadn’t made a single smile after your death… The coldness was over. I would live. I would live for you. And I would live until I could be with you again on the other side. I would adopt that boy and live with him. I would live. I would live a nice, happier, warmer life. Just like you wished. -The End- A/N: Sappy, isn’t it? Well, any of you who know of Buddhism must have known about Reincarnation as well. But whether the boy is a reincarnation or not me myself is still not sure about it. It could have been a pure coincidence, you know? Anyway, do me a favor and click on the button in the bottom left hand corner and Review please? Love you all!! REVIEW THIS STORY
(c) Kuroneko89
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