Actions

Work Header

Forever

Summary:

Ahead stands a figure dressed in black. A Reaper in the bush, waiting. Hair as dark as raven's wings, black eyes sharp, he waits with the endless patience of the summoner...

Notes:

This was my 2015 HP-Halloween Prompt Meme Fic Exchange Fest (hp-halloween.livejournal.com) entry. The fest is over and reveals are out, so now I can post this for you. The HP-Halloween event is a drabble exchange event. You must write your exchange partner what they want in exactly 200-words.

 

I worked from this prompt :

List up to 2 relationship types you want in your gift: Het, Male Slash, Gen
List 6 characters: Snape, Lupin, Harry, Hermione, Lucius, Draco, Luna, Charlie Weasley
List up to 2 genres you would like to see in your gift: Drama, horror, dark comedy, romance - Any really.
List up to 3 squicks you DO NOT want in your gift: No fem Slash, daddy!kink, BDSM, watersports, PWP
List up to 3 Halloween things as prompts for your gift:
- Someone's dead and they don't know it
- Ghosts, haunted houses, cemeteries, autumn woods, misty pathways
- Candlelight, lanterns, jack-o-lanterns

 

 

Timeline: Post-Hogwarts, EWE (no date-that's a spoiler)
Extra Notes: Depulso = Repulsing/Unsummoning charm in HP canon. Saecula = Latin for 'forever'.

I hope you liked your drabble, "rivertempest" (my recipient for this exchange)! Happy Halloween, dahling!!!

Thank you to the Mods, "starduchess" and "shadowycat" for running this wonderful fest again. Once more, loving this exchange & look forward to future ones!

Work Text:


 

The mist hovers like a spectral presence, encircling the forest in a veil of oppressive humidity. Scarlet and gold leaves fall between the trees, a beautiful cascade of silent death.

Harry's footsteps are muted in the fog, his gait smooth and sure along the well-trod, meandering path.

Ahead stands a figure dressed in black. A Reaper in the bush, waiting. Hair as dark as raven's wings, black eyes sharp, he waits with the endless patience of the summoner.

"Snape," Harry greets the man, stopping dueling distance away, in case there's trouble. "What do you want?"

Severus Snape tilts his head, his eyes narrowing in thought. "Don't you know?"

"Know what?"

The older man does not reply, enigmatic as usual.

"Why have you summoned me here?" Harry asks in an angering growl. Wind stirs around him, swirling the vapor at his feet.

Snape raises a wand up and points it at him. "You have lingered here too long, Potter."

The wand is made of Yew. Harry recognizes it as his.

No, it was his…before.

Before he was murdered for it, here in the woods.

By Snape.

Severus grins wickedly, triumphantly. "Time to go. Depulso Saecula."

The mist dissipates at long last.

 

~FIN~