Fic: Between the Ink (1/2)
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llaeyroTitle: Between the Ink
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llaeyro
Inspiration: P!nk's song, 'I'm Not Dead'.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: light R
Length: 1k
Summary: Harry looks back on their journey from enemies to lovers, and beyond.
Warnings: AU, canon character death, angst, mentions of bottom!Draco, mention of Draco/unidentified female character.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, I only play with them for the amusement of myself and others, with nil monetary gain.
Notes: Post-war but retrospective view of AU OotP (Snape wasn't the double agent). Thanks tomakochanupdates for the beta <3 This was written as a one-shot, but a few people planted the sequel seed and it grew x) So it's now a two-parter!
Also on AO3
"Incendio." Harry sighed, as the parchment burst into flames and disintegrated. He unfolded the crumpled note and stared at it again.
He swept the ashes into the bin with the others and carefully tore off a small strip of parchment. He dipped his quill and wrote, rolling it up and securing it to the owl without giving the ink time to dry.
Fin
Part 2: Of My Tattoo
Author:
llaeyroInspiration: P!nk's song, 'I'm Not Dead'.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: light R
Length: 1k
Summary: Harry looks back on their journey from enemies to lovers, and beyond.
Warnings: AU, canon character death, angst, mentions of bottom!Draco, mention of Draco/unidentified female character.
Disclaimer: Not my characters, I only play with them for the amusement of myself and others, with nil monetary gain.
Notes: Post-war but retrospective view of AU OotP (Snape wasn't the double agent). Thanks to
makochanupdates for the beta <3 This was written as a one-shot, but a few people planted the sequel seed and it grew x) So it's now a two-parter!Also on AO3
"Incendio." Harry sighed, as the parchment burst into flames and disintegrated. He unfolded the crumpled note and stared at it again.
He swept the ashes into the bin with the others and carefully tore off a small strip of parchment. He dipped his quill and wrote, rolling it up and securing it to the owl without giving the ink time to dry.
Fin
Part 2: Of My Tattoo
