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Into the Good Night by Lyras (PG-13)
Fandom: HARRY POTTER
Pairing: Gen
Length: 2,300 words
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lyras
Author Website: Unknown
Why this must be read:
This short story depicts certain pivotal scenes (both seen and unseen in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince) from Albus Dumbledore's point of view. The language of the fic is sparse, but it eloquently conveys Dumbledore's mindset. His time is running out and he knows it, but he still has much to do and to prepare. The fic does not attempt to tell the reader what to think. It is up to the reader to decide whether the inevitable ending is sad or simply bittersweet.
* * *
Albus is fading. There's evil at work inside him, and he can feel it inching towards his heart. It's only in his hand at present – his left hand, thankfully – but he senses its progress day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.
He isn't too worried, although he wishes he had just a little longer to complete his endeavours.
In his room, in the deserted castle, he continues to spin his plans.
≈
There's a knock at the door, and Severus appears, his pale face waxen against the warm glow of the room.
"Albus –" He hesitates.
Albus waves his wand and two goblets appear. Leaning back in his chair, he says, "I've rarely known you at a loss for words, Severus. Do tell."
Severus seats himself but makes no move towards his goblet. Albus has never known Severus to accept a drink in these situations, but he preserves the ritual because he hopes that it maintains the distinction between Severus the child, summoned to answer for his sins, and Severus the adult and, in some ways, friend.
Severus fumbles with his cloak for a few seconds before looking up. He takes a deep breath, and comes straight to the point.
"I fear I've made a mistake. I had visitors yesterday."
He summarises the scene in a few words: a distraught Narcissa, a skeptical Bellatrix, Severus enticed, entrapped, realising an instant too late what he may be required to do.
When he's finished, he sits, ramrod straight, a muscle twitching in his cheek.
Albus observes the younger man for a few seconds as he gathers his thoughts.
"Thank you for telling me this, Severus," he says finally, gratified to note that his voice sounds as serene as ever. "It is always preferable to be warned of these matters."
Into the Good Night
Pairing: Gen
Length: 2,300 words
Author on LJ:
lyrasAuthor Website: Unknown
Why this must be read:
This short story depicts certain pivotal scenes (both seen and unseen in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince) from Albus Dumbledore's point of view. The language of the fic is sparse, but it eloquently conveys Dumbledore's mindset. His time is running out and he knows it, but he still has much to do and to prepare. The fic does not attempt to tell the reader what to think. It is up to the reader to decide whether the inevitable ending is sad or simply bittersweet.
* * *
Albus is fading. There's evil at work inside him, and he can feel it inching towards his heart. It's only in his hand at present – his left hand, thankfully – but he senses its progress day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.
He isn't too worried, although he wishes he had just a little longer to complete his endeavours.
In his room, in the deserted castle, he continues to spin his plans.
≈
There's a knock at the door, and Severus appears, his pale face waxen against the warm glow of the room.
"Albus –" He hesitates.
Albus waves his wand and two goblets appear. Leaning back in his chair, he says, "I've rarely known you at a loss for words, Severus. Do tell."
Severus seats himself but makes no move towards his goblet. Albus has never known Severus to accept a drink in these situations, but he preserves the ritual because he hopes that it maintains the distinction between Severus the child, summoned to answer for his sins, and Severus the adult and, in some ways, friend.
Severus fumbles with his cloak for a few seconds before looking up. He takes a deep breath, and comes straight to the point.
"I fear I've made a mistake. I had visitors yesterday."
He summarises the scene in a few words: a distraught Narcissa, a skeptical Bellatrix, Severus enticed, entrapped, realising an instant too late what he may be required to do.
When he's finished, he sits, ramrod straight, a muscle twitching in his cheek.
Albus observes the younger man for a few seconds as he gathers his thoughts.
"Thank you for telling me this, Severus," he says finally, gratified to note that his voice sounds as serene as ever. "It is always preferable to be warned of these matters."
Into the Good Night