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Waking up	By : Pegasus Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2782 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The owl screeched when it took off. He was tempted to shout after her to stop complaining. After all it was only one little vial it had to transport. But then again, he didn’t know enough about owls to know if it was really the load she was complaining about or the fact that it hadn’t received any treats.
With this delivery done he deserved a cup of tea. The weather was fine so he decided to take it out on the small deck he had built. It was his favourite spot. He could sit there and watch the sea. And occasionally he would watch the people down in the cove. He had found the ruin of his little dwelling place by chance and thought it was the perfect hideaway. It was close enough to people to remind him he was not alone in the world but far enough away from them to hide it effectively and make himself a spectator rather than a part-taker.
He pulled his chair in the right position to look down into the cove and watch the beach and the walkers. The coastal path let close by but his magical protections made sure none of these muggle walking enthusiasts came too close to his cottage. It was one of the first things he had done. Only after he had erected strong muggle repelling charms and even stronger wards against magical intrusion had he begun to build the little house back up again. It had taken a while and he had to work mainly by night but then he had accomplished it and had created a dwelling that suited his needs perfectly.
From the cove, it was not only divided by the steep climb up the cliff on which it sat, but also by two huge piles of granite boulders that looked like they had been stacked there by giants. He suspected the muggles piled them up there when they made the cove approachable for the small fishing boats of the locals. Him it served well. The rocks had just about hidden the ruins of the cottage so when he had taken possession of it and set his charms to work, nobody remembered the ruin anymore and nobody thought to go there to check what had happened to it when it was suddenly not visible anymore at all.
He stretched out his long legs and surveyed the scenery before him.
A new car was parked in front of the Sunnyvale cottage. Undoubtedly a new batch of tourists. He only hoped they were a little more civilised than the last group. He had had to go down there and hex their stereo or whatever that little thing was that had made such noise.
He saw a woman going down the path that led down to the beach. If she was alone she wouldn’t be much trouble. It was a warm day for June and yet she was wearing a cardigan and had her arms firmly wrapped around herself. Obviously one of those muggle females that were constantly freezing. In his opinion mainly due to unhealthy lifestyle and lack of exercise.
He directed his gaze back out to the sea again. Even up here he could hear the waves. Looking out at the sea gave him a sense of calm. Even knowing that there was no redemption for him, it still held a peace that seemed to extend even into his heart. It was that peace that had let him decide to stay here. After he had tramped through the country, up and down, east and west, he had finally decided to settle down here. And he was happy with his choice. Here he would wait. Wait for the day that he would draw his last breath … and then see her again. He was still thinking of her. Not as frequently anymore as he used to. He thought it was probably because he had accepted his new situation. He was contend with living out the rest of his life away from everybody and only with the occasional owl as only link between him and the world he had left behind. He had built up a remarkable little trade with potions, mainly through channels that reached beyond the eyes of the guild of potioneers and that meant his customers were willing to pay extra for high quality potions that could not easily be obtained the legal way. It allowed him a comfortable existence, actually he made more than he probably ever be able to use up, but the spy in him told him it was good to have some reserves. One never knew what was waiting around the next corner.
But he had never forgotten her. Especially her eyes. Sometimes, on stormy days, the sea near the beach would turn the same colour as her eyes had been. Then he would sit outside on his porch and stare into the water. Sometimes for hours. There were days when he wondered whether he was a masochist who desperately wanted to hold on to that pain. Other days he was aware that this pain was all he deserved. After all it was his fault. All of it. He should have known better, should have chosen wiser. It was only just that he was now paying the price. In fact, he had hoped that on that fatal day, when the decision had seemed imminent, he would find a way to fulfil his duty and then die. Preferably fighting. That would have been the quickest and cleanest solution. He hadn’t expected the attack that had then met him, but he was also not fighting it too much. True, panic had gripped him at first. Fear, that he might die without passing on the information. And then this little insufferable brat had shown up at his side. Even had tried to stifle the blood. Out of nowhere. And then it was alright. He managed to do what he had been ordered to do. Fulfil his last orders. So he had passed on in peace. Or so he had thought. What a nightmare when he woke up only to realize that this torture that others called live, was going to continue. In a way he had almost felt betrayed. Cheated. Clouds were moving in from the west. It was probably going to be raining later tonight. He thought about going down to the little tea shop by the shore. They served an excellent sea fruit salad there. It was his occasional treat to enjoy it with a glass of their abominable white wine. He did sometimes feel the need for human interaction. And muggles where a far safer option than his own kind. He would decide later. Now he first needed to head back into his lab and clean up.
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