Lock & Key
A HariPo freeverse piece
by mew-tsubaki
Note: The Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not to me. For the cool and collected Sublime Sin, who loves Lucius Malfoy more than me (I'll fight you for him, though!) and writes beautiful Death Eater and Dark wizard fics and shares my addiction to Lucadora. Happy Christmas '10, Sinny, luv! Read, review, and enjoy!
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"Take with you
Our memories
They're opening
Like summer flowers"
—Meg and Dia, "The One"
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It's nestled
(& itching,
twitching,
bitching…
h-i-t-c-h-i-n-g
her breath)
Her heart is a little, locked
chest
Not so old, but surely
battered&bruised
it's seen so much…
she's not sure she ever wants to feel so much
a-g-a-i-n
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He's cold
He's a·l·w·a·y·s been |cold|
(Maybe not always…)
He may not be as frigid as a corpse,
but there's one
t.o.u.c.h
which
melts him, stirs him to life
But that
t!o!u!c!h
is out-of-reach
& verycertainlypossibly
always will be
h · i · g · h · e · r
than he can
!grasp!
Yes…
He'll always
s*t*a*y
cold, won't he?
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She looks to her
-husband (he's so kindhearted & charming)
-son (he's just like her, minus her lack of grace)
-life (it's what she's always wished for:
perfect
perfect
perfect!
NOT)
Regret and guilt fill her ^^up^^
Guilt, because she should enjoy the life she has
R_e_g_r_e_t, because…
she wishes she'd followed her true heart's
~desire~
So that chest remains
impenetrable
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He sees a life of mistakes
before&ahead
of him
He's just a walking, composed
b~l~u~n~d~e~r,
isn't he?
He escaped jail
He escaped Death
But he can't escape the
·wife·
to whom he's
-ch-ai-ne-d?-
Silly wizard
The reason why you feel so
EM()TY
is because you're the
tool
that breaks the
§seal§
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Such a commonplace question:
"We've saved up—shall we get new brooms?"
&& it's then when she learns why
she would've been
b-e-s-t-m-a-t-e-s
with young Andromeda
She's got. to. have. that.
S
h
I
v
E
r
So she s·t·u·m·b·l·e·s out of the picture &
searches for the way, the
key
to make things better
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His wife helps him out,
cuts him out of the picture
and—despite the smudge on his name—
he feels so damn
R*E*L*I*E*V*E*D
When was the last time he felt like this?
W—h—e—n—?
He sees a child with pink candy
—&& he knows—
knows to
think pink
Then
(just then),
as it ~a~l~w~a~y~s~ works,
he thinks his eyes play
.::tricks::.
on him
!But!
No, no, no, he's wrong & it's never
felt · so · good · to be
WRONG
&& she's fine telling him that [essentially] they were twits
Who could tie him down?
Who could domesticate her?!
They're right back where they belong
ineachother'sarms
where she can –clutch- his cloak &
he can drink in her ever-changing eyes
So what that they'd been dwelling on their past?
M-e-m-o-r-i-e-s:
They'll let them f·l·o·w, now the key's unlocked the chest
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Oooh… Lucadora makes freeverse worth the while… :Q *drools* It's been so long since I wrote them, too!
Thanks for reading, and please review!
-mew-tsubaki ;)
2016 note: I still have affection for Lucadora, though I'm not 100% sure why anymore? Hmm. I like this 2010 piece, though; I do enjoy writing AUs where Tonks (and Remus) live on past the war.