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liptonrm_backupYou know that Ron story I said I actually finished? Well, here is part one, edited to code and encouraged by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hiyacynth, baylorsr and her Sister. It is post-Hogwarts, post-Voldemort's destruction.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Burn My Sins Away (AU Future-fic, Ron-centric)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: It's all Rowling's, I'm just playing in her sandbox.
Can also be found for public consumption here at FF.net.
The last owl found him in Kinshasa. He’d been expecting it for days, a prickling on the back of his neck warning him that the past was still dogging his path. Even so, the solid thump on his shoulder sent his heart racing. He stopped suddenly, various curses thrown his way by the people he’d disrupted in the midday human rapids. Without a word he turned and went crashing through the crowd, unaware of the chaos he left in his wake.
Ron crouched by a tired, sloping wall, his heart still thumping. The world came back into focus with a start and the impatient nip of the exhausted bird. He grabbed the hanging scroll, slightly battered from the long flight, and weighed it absently in the palm of his hand. He knew who it was from and what it would say. Some people never knew when to leave well enough alone.
A moment and a whispered command later and a sprinkling of ash floated down through the still air. His wand had broken in Johannesburg, shattered by the strain of adapting to Africa and the chaos of her magic. African magic was alive in a way that Ron had never experienced in his old life and he had been more then happy to lose himself in the ebbs and swirls of this new world. He sighed, rubbing his hand through his hair, kicking up a residue of dust that was never completely banished. He stood and silently slipped back into the crowd, the momentary chaos already forgotten. Yet he couldn’t stop scanning the empty blue sky or make his tired shoulders relax. Everything was too loud, too real, the shriek of a mechanical horn making his breath hitch and the sun still so bright that his eyes hurt just by being open. The world spun and spun and spun around him.
“Wizard.” The world stilled. A hand grabbed his arm, fingers like steel in his flesh. Ron was strangely calm, his breath booming in his ears as he turned, following the echoes in the air to a woman seated on the ground. She was ageless with dark, dark skin and even darker eyes that bore into him, knew him.
“Excuse me?” Ron’s voice sounded harsh in his own ears, strange and deeper then he remembered.
“Like calls to like, wizard.” The woman smiled, a web of wrinkles appearing around her eyes. Her grip tightened, pulling him closer until he was squatting before her, his eyes on a level with her own. He wondered, vaguely, if this was what drowning was like.
“Your life is not your own. Darkness before and Darkness behind.” She laughed, a hoarse, intoxicating noise. “And you thought it couldn’t touch you.”
He pulled his arm away; the marks of her fingers burned an angry red on his wrist. “What are you talking about?” He demanded, not sure whether his voice shook with anger or fear.
“He sleeps, now, sunning himself on his hill and content to let you go your way but awake he will.” She began to rock, backwards and forwards, the beads of her necklaces clicking together in a bewitching rhythm. “You’ll never be the same, wizard.”
Ron tore his eyes away and stood, his whole body shaking now. He stumbled backwards through the crowd, panting, blinking tears and dust out of his eyes. Finally he turned and ran, the sound of the woman’s voice still chanting in his ears. never be the same never be the same never be the same
He left Kinshasa that night.
Part Two
hiyacynth, baylorsr and her Sister. It is post-Hogwarts, post-Voldemort's destruction.Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Burn My Sins Away (AU Future-fic, Ron-centric)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: It's all Rowling's, I'm just playing in her sandbox.
Can also be found for public consumption here at FF.net.
The last owl found him in Kinshasa. He’d been expecting it for days, a prickling on the back of his neck warning him that the past was still dogging his path. Even so, the solid thump on his shoulder sent his heart racing. He stopped suddenly, various curses thrown his way by the people he’d disrupted in the midday human rapids. Without a word he turned and went crashing through the crowd, unaware of the chaos he left in his wake.
Ron crouched by a tired, sloping wall, his heart still thumping. The world came back into focus with a start and the impatient nip of the exhausted bird. He grabbed the hanging scroll, slightly battered from the long flight, and weighed it absently in the palm of his hand. He knew who it was from and what it would say. Some people never knew when to leave well enough alone.
A moment and a whispered command later and a sprinkling of ash floated down through the still air. His wand had broken in Johannesburg, shattered by the strain of adapting to Africa and the chaos of her magic. African magic was alive in a way that Ron had never experienced in his old life and he had been more then happy to lose himself in the ebbs and swirls of this new world. He sighed, rubbing his hand through his hair, kicking up a residue of dust that was never completely banished. He stood and silently slipped back into the crowd, the momentary chaos already forgotten. Yet he couldn’t stop scanning the empty blue sky or make his tired shoulders relax. Everything was too loud, too real, the shriek of a mechanical horn making his breath hitch and the sun still so bright that his eyes hurt just by being open. The world spun and spun and spun around him.
“Wizard.” The world stilled. A hand grabbed his arm, fingers like steel in his flesh. Ron was strangely calm, his breath booming in his ears as he turned, following the echoes in the air to a woman seated on the ground. She was ageless with dark, dark skin and even darker eyes that bore into him, knew him.
“Excuse me?” Ron’s voice sounded harsh in his own ears, strange and deeper then he remembered.
“Like calls to like, wizard.” The woman smiled, a web of wrinkles appearing around her eyes. Her grip tightened, pulling him closer until he was squatting before her, his eyes on a level with her own. He wondered, vaguely, if this was what drowning was like.
“Your life is not your own. Darkness before and Darkness behind.” She laughed, a hoarse, intoxicating noise. “And you thought it couldn’t touch you.”
He pulled his arm away; the marks of her fingers burned an angry red on his wrist. “What are you talking about?” He demanded, not sure whether his voice shook with anger or fear.
“He sleeps, now, sunning himself on his hill and content to let you go your way but awake he will.” She began to rock, backwards and forwards, the beads of her necklaces clicking together in a bewitching rhythm. “You’ll never be the same, wizard.”
Ron tore his eyes away and stood, his whole body shaking now. He stumbled backwards through the crowd, panting, blinking tears and dust out of his eyes. Finally he turned and ran, the sound of the woman’s voice still chanting in his ears. never be the same never be the same never be the same
He left Kinshasa that night.
Part Two
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Date: 2006-01-21 05:57 pm (UTC)1. a prickling on the back of his neck warning him that the past was still dogging his path
OMG BACKSTORY NOW PLeASE
2. He knew who it was from and what it would say.
OMG WHO/WHAT???
3. Some people never knew when to leave well enough alone.
OMG WHO???
4. A moment and a whispered command later and a sprinkling of ash floated down through the still air.
OMG he burned it all up how am I going to know what it saidd????
5. His wand had broken in Johannesburg, shattered by the strain of adapting to Africa and the chaos of her magic. African magic was alive in a way that Ron had never experienced in his old life and he had been more then happy to lose himself in the ebbs and swirls of this new world.
OMG wait does that mean he's doing magic without a wand at all that is so cool
6. “He sleeps, now, sunning himself on his hill and content to let you go your way but awake he will.”
OMG WHO IS SLEEPING? Who will awake?? WTF is going on here???
7. He left Kinshasa that night.
OMG for where? where is he going how will he et there where is harry (dead! DEAD@!!) whwer is herminone (dead!!!precious dead!!????) what have you done to poor ickle ron>???
I'm just saying.
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Date: 2006-01-21 07:48 pm (UTC)All questions will be answered and if they're not then I'll just have to answer them privately. Or maybe with the prequel that is starting to nibble at the edges of my head. But you didn't hear me say that. =D
One of my absolute favorite thing about this story is how it's made me think about what magic must be like in various parts of the world and how it's completely different from the magic that they teach at Hogwarts. So, yes, he's been doing magic without a wand.
And Hermione is still alive.
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Date: 2006-01-21 08:26 pm (UTC)So, like, you're editing ferociously, right? You'll be posting more soon, right? Like, today or tomorrow at the latest, because remember what we were talking about yesterday about WIP writers and how we love them when the write fast and when they write slow we want to find them and stalk them and have restraining orders put on us and stalk them anyway until they PONY UP THE CRACK< BITCH.
I swear to God, I have had neither caffiene nor alcohol in the last 24 hours. I don't know what's the matter with me.
p.s. OMG You said Hermione is still alive, but I mentioned Harry too and you didn't saay anything and that means Harry is dead DEAD precious LA LA LA LA LA LA LA not listening not listening *Nixon* Oh well, wasn't me, where's my drink deny deny deny!!
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Date: 2006-01-21 06:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-21 07:50 pm (UTC)All shall be revealed ...
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Date: 2006-01-21 08:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-22 09:36 pm (UTC)This kind of power is strangely addictive. I think I like it.
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Date: 2006-01-21 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-21 08:02 pm (UTC)mmmm, bleak and angsty ... Two great tastes that taste great together.
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Date: 2006-01-21 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-21 10:59 pm (UTC)I'm hooked.
x.
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Date: 2006-01-22 09:37 pm (UTC)