Dark Blue Oblivion

FrostbitePanda

Rating: G
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Harry & Hermione
Book: Harry & Hermione, Books 1 - 5
Published: 23/09/2004
Last Updated: 23/09/2004
Status: in_progress

And together they sailed away, past the slumbering hills and past the turbulent waters of their pasts under a dark blue oblivion. Small, slightly poetic drabble. Enjoy!

Chapters

1. A Dark Blue Oblivion

1. A Dark Blue Oblivion

Dark Blue Oblivion

Written By: Frostbite Panda

Edited By: Old Kasprel

The wind whipped about him, lashing his robes and tossing his raven hair wildly about. The velvet of the night sky enveloped him throwing him into a midnight world where stars winked at him from above, the crisp cool of the air filling his lungs and his senses like a fierce aroma, drowsing and hypnotic.

He took a deep breath of this sweet medicine, letting it wash away his burdens and cares, bathing away his battle scars as he rose higher into the endless sky. Here, he was free. Here, he was not an all-conquring hero. Here, there were no expectations and no limits. Here, he was ready to do anything.

He looked down upon the world, quiet and calm beneath a dark mantle of night, bathed in the pale silver light of the disc of procaline that was the moon. He passed neat squares of fields, dark clumps of trees, tiny ribbons that were roads, all indistinguishable from the next. He smiled, a task well out of practice, but still retained it crooked beauty. He had set out to escape, and that's exactly what he was to do.

He descended from his throne of black and diamonds slowly, meandering along as he watched the metallic flash of a brook pass as he slowed. Finally, without really knowing it, he landed as delicately as he had floated down, his toes grazing the thick springy grass in subtle triumph.

He swung off his broom, his broken smile still pinned lopsided on his face. No cricket played its doleful jig, no more wind stirred the skeletal tops of the budding trees, returning to life from months of frozen imprisonment, and no beast moved, saved for the boy who was marching stolidly to his life.

He rapped smartly on the dark door of the silent house, the loud noise shattering the peace of the night.

Nothing. He rapped again, his smile never fading.

A warm shaft of light spilled from the windows. A few gentle clicks, and the door swung open. Chocolate eyes went wide and then filled with crystalline proof of shock and unholy happiness. Two bodies became one as they embraced each other for the first time in a long time.

And together they sailed away, past the slumbering hills and past the turbulent waters of their pasts under the dark blue oblivion.

“I rolled the window down

And then began to breathe

The darkest country road

And the strong scent of evergreen

Form the passenger seat

As you were driving me home.

And looking upwards

I strain my eyes and try

To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites

From the passenger seat

As you are driving home.

Do they collide?

I ask

And you smile

With my feet on the dash

The world doesn't matter

When you feel embarrassed

I'll be your pride

When you need direction

I will be the guide

For all time

For all time…”

-- Death Cab for Cutie Passenger Seat

Author's Notes: This is a drabble I wrote in about twenty minutes tops based on the song above. This is a major accomplishment for me, for I have been suffering a prolonged dry-spell in the writing area. I hope this helps to “break the ice” so to speak.

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