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Invitation	By : starstruck86 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Ron Views: 6835 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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R:

Severus is beautiful
when he sleeps. He�d kill me for saying that, I�m sure. But lying here, looking
down at him, his hair all mussed over his face like that� it�s a sight I�ve
loved to wake up to for four months. For four months this man was my everything. No matter what happened, if we argued or
laughed, he was there when I went to sleep and still there when I woke up.

And now I lie here
awake and watch him breathe his way through our last hours together and he
looks peaceful, like the first time I told him I loved him. That�s why I�ve
just let him sleep. His face is usually so harsh, so world weary, to see him so
vulnerable makes me smile. I swear he only looks like that because he knows I�m
here, watching over us.

Of course on my own in
the quiet I�ve now panicked and lost control of my emotions. I was glad he did
not wake up when I was crying, because he was probably really proud of me
earlier for being so calm.

Not that Severus can
preach about being the calmest man in the world. I distinctly recognise anger
as one of the prevalent emotions in our relationship and how the little vein in
his temple begins to tick irrationally when his blood pressure rises.

I have spent the time
he�s been asleep crying and thinking back over the last five months. It is
impossible to choose a favourite memory �how can you do that? How can anyone
sit down and pick out a favourite moment they would love to hold on to?

The closest I can come to it is one night last month walking by the fountains
in Place de la Concorde, where I saw that woman be proposed to the day he
murdered Pig (which he had nightmares about for weeks and developed a highly
amusing fear of the city�s birds because of, though he would just pass off his
random ducking as trying to avoid them crapping on him. I always knew the
truth). Anyway, the fountain was flowing and all lit up and it was great to
look at.

And Severus just
turned to me, raised his eyebrow and said �I�m not asking you to marry me no
matter how hard you make eyes at this poncy over-the-top
water feature.�

I nearly fell in the
bloody fountain laughing. In moments like that he�s so unlike himself its
unreal, but that is as much as the
real Severus as the snark and snarling, the humour is.
I decided to scare the hell out of him by falling down on one knee �it worked,
the look on his face was the kind that cameras are made for. I barely got the
word �will� out of my mouth before he turned and stalked off, muttering about
over-emotional idiots, but I could still hear him laughing.

I don�t suppose
anybody here would believe me if I told them about the moments like that, when
we were just normal people living together in the middle of the Paris. They wouldn�t
believe me he could be so feeling and warm. I hardly believed it myself. He was
certainly more than I ever imagined he would be.

I don�t want to leave
him.

***

Ron jumped as he caught movement in the corner of his eye
and the door bled back into view. Luckily he had spelled all of their clothes
back on and they were both clean, but Severus was sprawled in his sleep. The
door opened once it had fully materialised and an auror stepped through,
opening their mouth to speak. Ron immediately raised a finger to his lips and
got up, careful not to nudge the light sleeper from his sleep.

�Your family are here,� the woman said quietly, looking at
Severus asleep on the sofa. �And everything is prepared for�� She didn�t quite
look him in the eye as she trailed off.

�Okay,� Ron swallowed. �How?�

�He can be there if he wants to be. I am not sure that I could be.�

�Will I be able to come back before it happens?� Ron wrapped
his arms around himself, suddenly cold. �After I�ve seen them?�

�No, I don�t think so� you should say�� she broke off and looked away, but Ron
didn�t miss the moisture in her eyes.

Maybe he�s right.
There�s going to be some slushy novel about this somewhere along the line. Fred
and George will have a bloody field day.

�So I should wake him up,� Ron whispered.

Faced with it, tears drew in his eyes but he blinked them
away.

Maybe it would be
kinder just to disappear� he has told me time and time again he�s not for
sentimentality and maybe I should spare him the agony�

That thought in his mind Ron walked over and kissed the
raven hair he was so used to. He reached out to caress it, wishing there was a
way to guarantee he would remember what the silk felt like beneath his fingertips.
He had never been so choked. Before he could stop it, a tear he hadn�t noticed gathering
was falling and dripped down onto the wrinkle-free skin of Severus� forehead.

And then those black onyx eyes were open and looking at him,
widening as they took in Ron�s standing form, the auror waiting by the door.

Severus took in a deep breath of horror that he had fallen
asleep and wasted the precious time with Ron.

�Why didn�t you wake me up?� he croaked.

Ron snorted and shook his head, a few tears flying off his
face as he did so. �You needed� I needed to see you� happy before��

�Don�t you dare cry now,� Severus whispered. �Please.�

Ron nodded futilely and stood up straight. Then he reached
for his jacket, not that he needed it.

�Are you going to�� He didn�t need
to finish his question.

Severus gave him a curt nod and got to his feet. His body
was sore from their coupling the night before but he ignored it, knowing the
aches would seem like precious memories soon enough.

�Remember you promised me to stick around before you ran,�
Ron whispered.

�I remember,� Severus nodded.

�I love you.�

�I love you too.�

***

S:

The only thing I know
is that I have nothing material to remind me of him. He�s just closed the door
on everything we�ve made for ourselves and now I will never have him again. He
will live with his family and be so very different to what I know and I have
nothing. I am sure the things in the flat will have long gone by the time I can
get there to sort through them.

The door is still in
the wall. They wouldn�t let me be present whilst he talked to his family,
though he pleaded. I am not scared of them not returning for me. Part of me
doesn�t even want to see; only I feel that I owe it to him to do so. I am meant
to be his protector and I have to be there, even if that bond will be broken.

How did I end up like
this? I keep asking myself that question, over and over. The sofa which seemed
so comfortable last night because he was here is suddenly hard and impersonal
and feels northing like consolation at all. If I have ever
known that at all before him.

I will wait, as I
promised him. I do not break my promises. I will protect him until everything
is gone. With the Invitation reneged my Protection is futile, and he�ll be
free.

***

R:

It feels so odd to
have someone point their wand at me and not even have the inclination to draw
my own and save myself. One of the Ministry officials is looking at me like I�m
getting everything I deserve. He is not the one holding the wand, though. The
one holding the wand looks bloody ill. I�m not surprised. My mum is green, but
I�m purposefully not looking at any of them.

And I�m not raking my
eyes around the room for a tall, thin dark-haired man who I had to crack my own
heart apart to leave. If I do that I will lose this control I�ve managed to
drag out of my arse. I don�t want to do that. I want the book to say I went
down stoically, of course.

Is that selfish? Probably. I�m selfish, that much is obvious. If I was
selfless I would never have done this to Severus. But being selfish gave me
love and I won�t regret that, especially as now it�s pretty clear nobody�s
going to want to touch me with a ten foot barge pole.

The wizard is telling
me what I have to say, and I�m trying to concentrate but my mind just won�t
stop wandering and my eyes keep trying to search him out, I have to look at the
floor before I find him. Finding him would hurt more than anything so far. I
almost hope he isn�t here.

Fuck, the guy wants to
start and I don�t know what to say or do. I snap my eyes up and try to speak
that I�m not ready, but then, of course, as my shit fucking luck would have it,
I�ve found the pale face and dark eyes I didn�t want to see.

The flash of light
drowns him out from my vision and I really have no idea what to say. It doesn�t
matter, though. There�s a beautiful thought in my brain and I cling to it. I
don�t want this, I repeat over in my mind. The spell engulfs me.

***

The light flashed and plenty of people averted their eyes,
not wanting to look. And that was how nobody noticed that the body in the light
fell and hit the ground. But when the realisation hit the room was rent first
with a worried murmur and then a scared, cried name, and only then was there
movement towards the stationary redheaded figure lying on the ground.

***

S:

I have seen many
people die. Seeing people die was a part of my job. Killing some of them was,
too. I never took any pleasure in it. There is a horror which plagues my mind in
the darkness recalling the moment the light leaves their eyes. But now I
realise how much easier it is to watch the nameless fall over one that you
love.

As soon as he hit the
floor I left the room, feeling the bonds between us sever with his death. Nobody
stopped me, nobody even noticed me leaving. I don�t know what he did, but it
was obviously something �the spell was not designed to kill. And yet he was very
clearly dead in front of us all. And he almost seemed to hold my gaze as he
fell down.

I walk to the nearest
Floo, my feet carrying me faster than I knew they could without running. The
last time I ran it was to carry the news of his fate to him and I will not
repeat it and sully his memory now.

Emotions are flying
through my body. Hurt, loss, love, nausea, grieving� being a vampire intensifies all of
the feelings so much more painfully than they would be experienced by a human.
I do not know how I will live with that.

After five months, I
am startled to realise I do not know how to live without him.

I stop when I draw
level with the Floo, thinking of the last time I used one, when we escaped.

It seems nothing
existed before him, which is ridiculous and I am sure I would be sneering at
myself if this were any other time. But it is not, and he is gone completely.
Now I will not even catch a glimpse of his beautiful face in the streets. He
wouldn�t have known me but I would
have known him, and it would have made all the difference. But now even that
has evaporated into the ether.

I am truly alone once
more.

�I am still looking at the Floo, trying to
decide upon my destination.

And yet there is no
real contest. Bridgette will hunt me out if I do not go to her, yet she will
stop me from joining him as I am tempted to. Sunshine is everywhere, it would
not be hard to find. But this is not me. I am not a man who does such a thing.
I am not so emotional.

Or, until him, I was
not. But now� after he has left his fiery, passionate imprint upon my soul?

I pick up a handful of
powder and throw it, still undecided.

Passionate and fiery
-of all the things I taught to him, he never considered what he was teaching
me.

The flames turn green,
and I step into them, undecided.

-fin-

A/N: *sniff* I made myself cry. *hits self on head* I didn't want to warn you all and spoil the ending, which has always been planned. I've just reminded myself why I love happy endings *wails*. Thanks so, so much for sticking with me and reading -your reviews have kept me going. I apologise if this ending disappoints and you're all unhappy with me :( As I said, it has been planned from the beginning because I just couldn't envisage this one having a believable happy ending. Until next time... x
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