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Parallel	By : AidaLily Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2765 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1 - In the Midst of Nothingness
- 2-Chapter 2 - What is Reality?
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I apologize for taking so long with this update. I've had a lot of things going on.
Here is the next chapter of Parallel. I am looking at 12-14 chapters for this entire fic. Please read and enjoy!
As usual, I don't own Harry Potter or make money from this.
What is reality? What would constitute fantasy? How is it everything can disappear in an instant? Blaise wished that he could turn back the clock and just tell Ron how he really felt about the redhead. The streets were still misty and Blaise wished it was once again 11:00 PM so that he could see Ron again.
Everything here felt so unreal and yet this is what he lived daily. His body was kept alive and sustained by whatever forced governed this place. It was a place to abandon all hope and yet his hope and that time of day were the only things that he had left in this world. It was painful to see how much Ron moved on with his life, but at least he wasn’t alone.
If…
Perhaps if he had been the one to talk to Neville, he could have talked him out of whatever he planned to do. Perhaps if he had dated Neville himself, then the other wouldn’t have felt this way. It would have meant that he had to admire Ron from afar, but it wouldn’t have been like this. Of course, no one was even sure what Neville was thinking.
He wouldn’t give up though. The chance at happiness with Ron was too much to give up on and he couldn’t allow himself to do it. A flash appeared in the distance confusing Blaise as he hadn’t seen one before.   He ran towards the light as he fast as he could go and found himself in an odd room.
Was this it? Was this the true reality as he had grown up believing? The room seemed like the one that he saw in Ron’s house. It was the same window that he had always looked into at 11:00 PM each and every night since he had been trapped in this odd dimension.
No. A glance outside the oddly triangular window showed nothing by the shadowy gray of his existence since that day.   If he was still trapped, then where was he now?   He looked around the place tapping walls, opening and looking under the furniture in the room. Everything was solid and colorful yet he could not for the life of him figure out how it appeared.
Blaise turned around and sat in the chair that his beloved sat in every night. His hand moved slowly falling over a book on the side table next to him. A shock went through his hand as Blaise looked at the object. A book? This hadn’t been here the numerous times that he had been able to see Ron and yet it was like the book had always been here.
Words were forming on the pages of the book next to him and a smile appeared on his lips.
Blaise,
I realize you may never see this book or these letters, but I miss you. I am not sure why what happened had, but I want to be able to see you once again.   I became an Auror, not that you would know, but I needed to find you after that night.
I never got the chance to tell you that I love you. I wanted to say it then, but Neville… he… cast that spell. When I find him, I will make him regret splitting us apart. I just hope that it isn’t too late and that we can try to pick up where we left off.
Yours forever,
Ronald Weasley
The letter confused Blaise as much as it made him happy and uncharacteristically shout for joy in the space he was in. Confusion stemmed from the fact that he couldn’t figure out how he was able to so much as receive the letter, but it was worth it to find out if it worked both ways. Hope filled the former Slytherin as he opened the drawer on the side table finding the materials he needed.
Was the spell weakening or had his dedication towards wanting to see Ron again created some sort of allowances in this dimension? Either way, he wasn’t going to kick a gift horse in the mouth and not respond in hopes that he could at least speak through letters once more. It was only his feelings of hope that allowed him to relax and focus so that he could write the letter.
Ron,
I don’t know if you will see this, but I needed to write this letter. This place is so cold and everything is in shades of grey. There are no people, shops, and not even food. It is as though something is keeping me alive and here. I’ve been wondering if I am actually being kept somewhere secretly and it is simply my mind that is gone. It would make more sense would it not? If that’s the case, where would Neville be keeping me and why. How is Daphne? Is she alright? I know she must be shocked that her sweet Neville is capable of such things or maybe she is not.
I would love to pick up where we left off. My confession of my feelings for you. The words that I never got to say before we were torn apart by someone we should’ve been able to trust. Every night at 11pm, I can see you and watch you for one beautiful hour. I want for us to be able to get together, but I don’t want to break up your marriage and family with Hermione. I couldn’t possibly do that to you and ruin your happiness. If you do get this letter, please respond.
Always thinking of you,
Blaise Zabini
He looked at the letter once more and wondered if he should tear it out of the book, but he did not. It wouldn’t make sense to get rid of something that he hoped would be his communication to Ron. A sigh left his lips as he shut the book. However, the moment he did, the room disappeared and he was once again standing in the cold, empty, grey of the dimension that he was trapped in.
Where had the room gone? Had he just imagined it in an attempt to ease the loneliness within his heart and mind? Was he steadily being driven insane or succumbing to the fear of always being alone?   Another scream into the darkness that no one could hear but himself. Once more he was on his knees silently begging, wishing, and even praying for a way out of this living hell.
~Ronald Weasley~
It was lunch time and he was once again home.   He had never stopped wishing that it was all just a dream and that Blaise would be there to welcome him before running back to work. Of course, he knew it was just a fantasy.   There were days that he wished he could put himself into a coma and await Blaise’s hopeful return, but that wouldn’t happen.
He wanted his revenge and yet he knew it wasn’t healthy. In reality that couldn’t happen, but why was this reality? Why couldn’t he just change his reality as he saw fit and allow the things he wanted to happen? A somber chuckle left his lips as he realized he sounded exactly like Voldemort or any other wizard that had truly lost their grip on what everyone called reality.
His house elf had managed to put together a nice pasta meal for him and as he sat down to eat he called for his notebook. It didn’t matter that Blaise may never see his letters to him, but it mattered that he had written them. One day, when they freed him, he would share them with Blaise and let the other know how much he had thought about him all this time.
A soft hum left his lips as he opened to the last letter he had written and re-read it with a light smile as he thought of Blaise. He turned to the next page and was about to write, but there was writing already there. Had he written another letter in his sleep-like state for his long-lost love? As Ron read the letter, his eyes widened almost comically and he couldn’t stop himself from accidentally spitting out some of his food with joy.   Immediately, he apologized to the house elf and explained how great the food was, but he had suddenly got wonderful news.
The house elf had understood and simply went to clean up the mess. His master had probably figured out something about Lord Zabini. It was the only time his master ever so much as truly came alive like that. He finished cleaning in record time and awaited the order that he knew was coming.
Ron asked his elf to please go and inform his friends that he would like to speak to them right away. With so many other brilliant minds working on this case, he was bound to find a way or at least confirm that this was truly Blaise who had sent the message. He sincerely hoped this was not a dream and that he was secretly still at his desk in the Auror office and waiting for another assignment or word to hear about the whereabouts of Neville.
The floo chimed and suddenly Hermione was in his livingroom with Pansy and Professor Snape. He heard another chime and Draco and Harry were there along with Daphne. Ron had wanted to hate her at first, but then he saw how upset she was. Apparently, she truly had no idea what had happened to Neville and he had broken up with her just barely a few days before citing that he needed space. She had kept to herself and when they approached her about what he had done she was confused. Neville never seemed to want to do anything like that and swore up and down that it had to have been someone under the influence of a polyjuice potion and legilimens to gain his knowledge of plants because she couldn’t believe it.
Once they shared their memories with her, she broke down and admitted that something had been off, but she had thought it was the pressure from her family for him to marry her. Daphne had told him that he didn’t have to marry her right away or ever. She would have just been happy by his side and to hell with pureblood ideals that had led to the war that had killed someone of her friends, and while he had seemed a bit less stressed, he had still acted rather oddly.
Ron realized then that he couldn’t be mad at her. He knew she wanted answers as much as the rest of them did and the only way they could get these answers was to find Neville and figure out what was going on. Still, he looked at everyone as they had both expectant looks and some had looks of wanting to tell him that whatever it was… it probably wasn’t real.
The red-head showed them the notebook that they knew he kept full of letters to Blaise and then the last page. Draco, Pansy, and Severus gasped as they all recognized Blaise’s much neater handwriting and Hermione was casting all the diagnostic spells she knew both legal and on the border of legal. She didn’t understand it, but no one did. Instead she made a full diagnostic report on the book and the writing before talking about going to her lab with Severus and Draco on her heels to try and solve the mystery.

Daphne smiled handing him a report on all the dark magic texts and tomes in her library explaining that she hoped it could be of some use and she had given copies to the others. Ron thanked her for it and he was being sincere.   In a realistic way of thinking, he felt it was best for people to keep their tomes and texts in their libraries and had advocated for it. How could people expect to defeat dark magic, if no one ever knew what spells could be used? She smiled at him and left with the unspoken words, please don’t kill him before I have the chance to speak with him. Ron sincerely hoped that in the heat of the moment he could keep that promise.
Pansy and Harry sat with him for a bit to make sure he understood that this link, this connection, was the only lead they currently had. They both shared what they’ve heard in different circles about Neville’s potential whereabouts and explained about a mysterious angel in white that people have seen. It was said that the two were lovers living in a fantasy land as opposed to reality.
Ron closed his eyes once more as he looked at the letter touching it gently as if it was the only thing holding him to this world.   What truly was reality if for everyone it was different? Should it just be called life or perhaps should it be called an endless set of dreams until one day it all stopped?
He would write about the lead in his next letter. Perhaps the romanticism that Blaise had once showed on their dates would prove to be helpful for bringing their realities back together. This had to work more than once… it couldn’t have just been a fluke, could it?
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