| The Way It Is. |
[Aug. 6th, 2020|12:11 pm]
AMALIN
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I'm only putting this here for posterity's sake, because who even looks at LJ any longer? But I felt like I should log it for some reason anyway!
Back in 2011, I said, I have like three more bleak fics I started in 2008, if I ever get around to them! And lo and behold, all these years later, here is #2. There is no rhyme or reason as to why this is happening now, aside from too many listens to folklore, but reappearing twelve years later with a bleak, epilogue compliant, unhappy ending mess is actually probably very on brand for me, so here you go.
The Way It Is
Past H/D, Present H/G, Epilogue Compliant, Unhappy and Full of Regrets
‘Give it time,’ Hermione advised. Harry was draped atop the Potions book he was supposed to be reading, the instructions for Stinging Solution an ironically cool comfort against his cheek, her fingers carding gently through his hair. ‘It was just—you’ll feel better, in time.’
‘And if I don’t?’
‘So dramatic,’ she said, but it was fond. ‘I mean, come on, Harry. It’s Malfoy. How long could it really have lasted?’ |
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