Title: Whisper
PAIRING: Harry/Severus
SPOILERS: none, all, umm, post-Hogwarts
WARNINGS: slash, songfic
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Ah, the dreaded songfic :) I have never been able to write one of these, but I guess everyone must eventually. This song just cried out for it. Harry Connick Jr. - Whisper Your Name.
Somebody was spreading rumors
'bout better days a comin
Why was I hummin
As if I knew
One and the same
But I just whispered your name
The war is coming to a close; everyone seems to know it. The Death Eater attacks are fewer and farther between. Many of the Death Eaters have already been captured or killed. A few have even changed sides, turning themselves into Dumbledore or Thaddeus Blumford, the new Minister of Magic, in an attempt to receive lighter sentences or to protect their families from the growing insanity of their former leader.
Voldemort's power base is crumbling, as is his reptilian body. The huge amounts of dark magic are wreaking havoc on him and his sanity. The precision attacks of the Light were also playing their part.
The Order has developed guerilla-like tactics of precision strikes and withdrawals, instead of engaging in all out battle. This has reduced the amount of casualties for our side and the public, while helping to demoralize the opposition. It is working and the end is in sight, after almost two years of open warfare.
We held off the inevitable for almost three years while we finished school and received secret training for the battle ahead. This has probably been one of Voldemort's worst follies, allowing me to grow up and reach my maturity.
I will be glad to make him regret it even more. We are already planning the final battle. We will win. Voldemort will lose. It seems like a given at this point.
I'm not cocky or overconfident. I am just very secure with my fellow wizards. Above all, I have something that has been lacking in the past - hope. It seems that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, and that I will get to see it. Maybe I won't be alone when I do.
Somebody was sayin something
'bout there being an end to tyranny
But when they asked me
What would I do...
If that day came
I only whispered your name
People are starting to make plans for after the war. Everyone seems to feel how close it is. Lives that had been put on hold, plans that had been made for someday, are all being picked up and put into high gear. Ron and Hermione are even beginning to plan their wedding after their two-year long engagement.
Everyone has been asking me about my plans. Where am I going to go? What am I going to do? After. After. To tell the truth, I don't have any concrete plans. Survival has been my only priority until now - that and defeating Voldemort, of course.
That doesn't mean that I don't have any idea of what I want. I do, but it isn't a place, or a career, or a thing. It is a person - a name that echoes in my thoughts, my dreams. I whisper his name.
"Severus."
Everyone got their own opinion
And protects their own dominion
No doubt for them it's true
But I tell them what I really believe
My only worry is protecting you
I have had a lot of options and suggestions for my future. People seem to take it as a personal affront that I have no great plans or won't conform to their great wisdom. I never argue, or really disagree. Mainly, I keep my own council, and smile mysteriously.
I try not to show it, but I am counting down the days as well. I just have a different idea of what the end of the war will mean for me. If anything, I work a little harder, a little longer than any of them. My friends are touched at my dedication, my protectiveness, but even they don't know my true goal. It is more than their survival, more than my own. I have plans and they include a certain prickly potions master.
No one should ever be lonely
We'd all find somebody to care
Ask me if I dare
To answer who...
Could carry that flame
I'd just whisper your name
I have high hopes. I have worked with him for years now. I see the feelings hat he tries to hide. I know my surly counterpart better than any other would dare. We belong together and I am going to make sure it happens. It is our reward, our blessing born of strife.
Nothing can stop us anymore. We will save the Wizarding world, and then we will save each other. That is the thought that keeps me sane in the long nights, as I whisper his name.
I just whisper your name.
Fin.