yiling matriarch (
marginalia) wrote2004-04-28 12:13 am
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ficlet: deep memory. harry/neville
deep memory - harry/neville
a sort of antidote to all the post-war darkness of late, and totally not what i'm supposed to be writing.
Once, lying on their stomachs in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room, Neville told Harry about trees older than anything, trees that remembered all of history. They moved and spoke, but slowly, feeling the power of their weight and words on the flow of time.
Neville's cheeks flushed and his eyes glittered from the heat and the flame. Between his words were lost memories. He toyed with the fibers in the rug as Harry rolled onto his back and complained about Transfiguration.
At the end of it all, Harry thought about the trees who remembered everything that Neville couldn't. He thought about their branches reaching up strong to the sun, even when the sun couldn't be seen. He whispered his secrets and ghosts into a knot of one tree, one that bore deep scars and new buds.
Satisfied, he slung his jacket over his shoulder and walked back into the world, into the beginning of everything else.
a sort of antidote to all the post-war darkness of late, and totally not what i'm supposed to be writing.
Once, lying on their stomachs in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room, Neville told Harry about trees older than anything, trees that remembered all of history. They moved and spoke, but slowly, feeling the power of their weight and words on the flow of time.
Neville's cheeks flushed and his eyes glittered from the heat and the flame. Between his words were lost memories. He toyed with the fibers in the rug as Harry rolled onto his back and complained about Transfiguration.
At the end of it all, Harry thought about the trees who remembered everything that Neville couldn't. He thought about their branches reaching up strong to the sun, even when the sun couldn't be seen. He whispered his secrets and ghosts into a knot of one tree, one that bore deep scars and new buds.
Satisfied, he slung his jacket over his shoulder and walked back into the world, into the beginning of everything else.

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He whispered his secrets and ghosts into a knot of one tree, one that bore deep scars and new buds.
Wow.
I love this to tiny bits.
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thank you :)
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beautiful. Perfect characterization in one line. How the hell do you do it?
*hug*
~J~
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thank you!
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(hee hee)
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You're making me want to read more Harry Potter fic. Thanks!
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doooooo eeeeeeet! there is so much good stuff out there! granted, there's a lot of crap, but sorting that is what rec communities are for :)
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I'm such a snob when it comes to fic...
The 'kick ass' icon is for you because that's what you do. :)
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i don't even read communities anymore - i get everything from my flist and recs. so i get the snob thing ;) i'll just let others sort through it for me.
also, i'm lazy ;)
*flex*
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You are an evil genius.
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thank you :)
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o_0
i love how short and concise this is. damn. (in a good way.)
also, i'm friending you. do with that what you will. :)
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and welcome :) hope you don't mind that i can't settle on a fandom ;)
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that's just the way i like it. :)