Dark Blue Oblivion by 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!




1. A Dark Blue Oblivion
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**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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