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Oh man. Okay. At LONG LAST, here is the next chapter of The Road. *runs away from wildly thrown objects of all shapes and sizes* I'm sorreeeeeeeeeee... I do plan to post a bit of an explanation for the lengthy hiatus; I just have not been able to yet. But I am NOT discontinuing this story! I repeat, I am NOT.

That said, here is chapter 21. Updates are going to be less frequent than they were before the break, partly because I have a lot I'm dealing with in RL right now, and partly because I've finally caught up with myself in terms of drafting, so now there will be a longer wait for the next chapter. But I do not intend for it to be nearly as long as this most recent wait! *apologizes again profusely*


Title: The Road (21/?)
Author: [ profile] rurounihime
Rating: hard R when all is said and done…
Pairing: H/D eventually
Summary: In the midst of a disintegrating war, Harry awaits the arrival of the Order’s last hope.
Warning: violence, character death, spoilers for all seven books. This fic is now AU because of Deathly Hallows. And at the risk of much silliness, I now discover that there are apparently DH spoilers in this story from the beginning. O.o
Disclaimer: The HP characters and most of the spellwork do not belong to me.

A/N: Thank you to April for her fabulous and attentive beta-ing, and to Coffee for constantly letting me bounce ideas off of her. The other major pairing in this is Blaise/Seamus, but there are minor het pairings as well. And THANK YOU to everyone for being so patient. ^__^

No artwork for this chapter.

Previous chapters

Chapter 21: Seamus

Noise. So much noise.

Blaise’s body was so heavy in his arms. The hand that had clutched doggedly at the back of Seamus’ collar had long since fallen away. Seamus’ mind felt like it was swimming, rising and sinking and swirling end over end. He staggered the last few yards to the bed and ended up on his knees beside it, his arms sandwiched between Blaise’s limp body and the mattress. The colour of his lover’s skin was too much like stone. Seamus worked one arm free and lifted a trembling hand to touch Blaise’s cheek.

“Out!” Madam Pomfrey shouted, a hard slice through the chaotic mess of sound around him. “Everyone but Finnigan, Potter, and Moody, get out of my infirmary this instant!”

People shuffled. Seamus barely registered the sound. Somewhere behind him, a door groaned sharply. Someone knocked into something that clattered. A hand grabbed his and pried it away from Blaise’s face. Seamus jerked up, flaring with befuddled outrage, and found Madam Pomfrey, her wand in hand and flicking swiftly over Blaise’s chest and head. She wasn’t looking at Seamus at all, only muttering to herself. Her already lined face was stiff with deep, careworn creases.

There was a flash of red to his left and Seamus followed it unthinkingly. One of the Weasley twins sat up in a nearby bed, a blanket draped over his bent knees. He stared wide-eyed at Seamus, and Seamus returned the gaze dully. George— or was it Fred?— looked sickly and withered. He looked… And then the thought was gone and Seamus was staring again at the man in the bed before him, his own breathing coming faster and faster for each diminishing rise and fall of Blaise’s chest.

Pomfrey frowned more deeply than ever and wove her wand in a series of complex whorls. “He’s broken his arm,” she muttered, and then her voice slipped into unintelligible incantations and spellwork. Seamus became aware of a great heat in his lower back, aching and burning. He moved but could not alleviate it. Pomfrey was weaving her wand again over the area of Blaise’s abdomen.

“What?” she whispered, then shook her head. “No. Can’t be right…” She concentrated intently and the skin of Blaise’s arm began to glow lightly… one whole shoulder… the entire limb, then into his chest, down his torso into his legs.

Pomfrey paled. Her wand began to move more frenziedly. “Harry,” she said in a clipped tone. “Get the Moon Pomegranate Draught and a bezoar from the stockroom. We have to get something into him.”

Again and again her wand traced its way over Blaise. Different parts of him— fingers, pelvis, throat— glowed and faded, and all the while, his skin remained ashy and Seamus swayed. He couldn’t find his balance. Harry returned with the items at a run and Pomfrey made no pretence of pouring the potion down Blaise’s throat, but instead tapped the phial and dissolved the liquid inside into a shimmering mist which rose out of the neck of the flask and into the air. She guided it down until it sank directly into Blaise’s bare skin and disappeared. Blaise’s eyelids fluttered weakly.

Pomfrey let out a quick breath and set the flask down. She pried Blaise’s mouth open with sure fingers, then placed the bezoar against his tongue and closed his lips again. For several seconds, nothing happened. Then Blaise’s body gave a great heave, his back arching sharply. Hands clawed, and Seamus caught one without conscious thought. Blaise’s fingers were dirty with dried blood. His nails bit into Seamus’ flesh. His limbs began to twitch.

Pomfrey’s wand was back. She pursed her lips in concentration and then grimaced. “Harry, we’ll need another bezoar.”

Harry nodded grimly and left the room again. The Healer laid her hand gently against Blaise’s heaving chest and began to touch her wand to his side again and again, just at his ribs. One touch after another, far too calmly. Seamus felt his own mind buck, but they weren’t his thoughts. Or…

He didn’t realise he was making sounds until Pomfrey grabbed his arm. Her eyes flashed over him, up and down. “Alastor, he’s injured, come here! I can’t possibly—”

Moody hastened over on clunking leg and flicked his wand in front of Seamus, muttering. Seamus tried to push him away. “’S nothing,” he hissed. “Caught a sp… spell…”

Moody’s magical eye rolled and fixed upon him avidly. “Whose spell?”

Seamus could see Pomfrey watching him out of the corner of her eye even as her wand continued to touch and rise. “Death Eaters,” he managed. His mind threatened to sink.

Moody grabbed his arm. “Did they follow you?” he snapped.

Some forgotten fire reared in Seamus and he yanked himself free hard enough to see the surprise in the older man’s craggy face. “They’re dead,” he snarled. The room tilted and he slid sideways without another word. Moody’s reaffirmed grip on his shoulders righted him before he hit the floor.

“Alright,” the man said. “Alright then. Now hold still and let me see what they…”

Seamus lost track of time and found it again abruptly. Then lost it once more. Moody’s voice floated in the fog somewhere ahead of him. “Nothing but a badly aimed Blasting Curse.”

Check him,” Pomfrey snapped. “He should not be so unstable!”

“I have checked him,” Moody retorted. “Three times. There is nothing else.”

“Well, there’s obviously something the matter with him—” Pomfrey stopped, her face contorting. She began to weave her wand in complicated symbols in the air just above Blaise’s throat. “Oh, what in Godric’s name…”

Her voice faded. Or Seamus’ ears did, he couldn’t be sure. The room looked unfocussed, all the colours dim and fuzzy. Someone whispered, but he could make no sense of the words. Wasn’t even sure if it was a voice.

Suddenly Blaise’s hand snapped tight around Seamus’. Seamus looked down and saw whitened knuckles, quaking fingers. He gripped in response. Blaise’s eyelids fluttered more fervently, and then opened to reveal dull, fogged eyes. He blinked up from the bed. Pomfrey bent closer, face alert.

“Harry,” Blaise said thickly. He swallowed, and Seamus practically felt the difficulty of the action. Madam Pomfrey shook her head and gripped Blaise’s good shoulder with her hand.

“No, Mr Zabini. It’s Poppy Pomfrey.”

Blaise showed no signs of having heard. His tongue came out to moisten cracked lips. Seamus wavered internally, feeling like he would be sick. His lover reached shakily and found the Healer’s sleeve. “Done,” he rasped. “Harry… It’s done…”

Moody stiffened next to Seamus. Pomfrey’s brow creased. “Mr Zabini. Blaise?”

But Blaise’s eyes rolled back up to white and his body sagged again. The grip of his fingers around Seamus’ hand tightened for an instant and then went slack. His breathing evened, if one could call it even.

Pomfrey stared down at her charge for a long moment and then spun to face Moody. “What? What’s done?”

It was Harry who answered. Seamus hadn’t even heard him come back, but his voice slid into the room from somewhere close behind him. “He’s killed Nagini.”

The name meant nothing to Seamus. He could not think through the pain, the sickening, ever-present, razing pain in his innards. But Pomfrey’s face went pale. She held out her hand and Harry passed the new bezoar over. The Healer pried Blaise’s clenched teeth open a second time. She fished the first stone out— it dropped hollowly onto the dirtied bed-sheets, a sickly green where it had once been rich black— and replaced it with the new one. She then proceeded to ignore everyone. Her wand flew, darting, flickering, casting small green showers in some places and sparking redly in others. At one point she concentrated very heavily on Blaise’s chest. Seamus lolled against the bedside, watching blankly.

He was shaken to rights by two thin hands grasping his shoulders. He groaned and turned away, wanting Blaise, wanting only to find Blaise again— it felt like he was losing him somewhere in the fog. Couldn’t see him. But the hands and the voice were relentless.

“…at me, Mr Finnigan, it’s very important!”

Seamus blinked and found Madam Pomfrey crouched close, Harry standing behind her. Moody was to his… right? He discovered he no longer knew. The Healer’s eyes were wide and intent upon his. “I need to know exactly what was done to him. You said there were Death Eaters?”

Seamus tried to speak, failed the first time, and tried again. “Found them with him. They…” He didn’t like the memory, any of it. “Spells.”

She nodded impatiently. “Which spells? Can you remember?”

“I…” He couldn’t… couldn’t remember. “A gold one. Golden threads.”

“Acuere Inimicus,” Moody said gruffly. “They would do it to a traitor. In the beginning.”

Pomfrey nodded. “What else?”

Seamus glared at her fiercely. “Nothing else. Fucking killed them.”

Her eyes darted over his face. She glanced up behind him and then back down. “Alright,” and the passion in her words was somewhat subdued, “alright. Acuere Inimicus takes time to complete. Did Blaise tell you anything?”

He looked at her blankly. It was strange; he felt steadier, bolstered. He turned his gaze to the bed. His lover had not moved. Pomfrey squeezed his shoulders. “Mr Finnigan, think. Those spells don’t account for his injuries.”

“He said Cruciatus.” Seamus kneaded his forehead frenziedly with all of his fingers. “And he… It sounded like Mordeocunctor.”

Pomfrey’s eyes went hard. “Yes, but that alone could not have done this! What else? It is very necessary that you remember. Even the slightest detail—”

“He was bitten!” Seamus snapped, stunned at the vehemence of his own voice. He could barely breathe properly, listening to Blaise’s rasps. Or maybe he was the one rasping. Blaise didn’t even look like he was breathing at all.

“Once?” Pomfrey pressed. Seamus shook his head.

“His leg,” he whispered. Pomfrey’s eyes narrowed and she turned back to the bed, flattening the filthy fabric of Blaise’s jeans with her fingers. Down the length of his leg she went, and Seamus knew the moment she’d found the bite. With a rapid slash of her wand, she spelled the fabric right off his leg. The bite was dark and swollen, oozing clear bile. Thin spider-threads of something black climbed up and down his leg, disappearing under the severed edge of his jeans. The instant Seamus saw it, the pain in his own body doubled. He lurched to the side and gagged, vomited. Pomfrey jumped back.

“Harry! Harry, get him into a bed! And for Merlin’s sake, find out what’s wrong with him!”

Hands lifted him, trying to pry his fingers free of Blaise’s hand. Seamus snarled and lashed out, catching his antagonist hard across the face. Harry, a weak voice in his mind said as he felt the hard snick of spectacles on his fingers. But Harry grabbed his hand and shoved it down against his chest with a force Seamus wasn’t expecting. “Seamus!”

Seamus sagged back against the side of Blaise’s bed, staring up through filmy eyes. “Can’t breathe,” he whispered. Harry stared at him. His eyes flickered to the left, where his hand was still tightly entwined with Blaise’s.

There was no pressure in his lover’s grip. That hurt more than anything else.

Seamus felt the tingle of magic and watched as Harry spun spells out over his body. There was a reddening welt on the side of his housemate’s face, but Seamus was having a hard time connecting it with himself. Had he done that? To Harry? Something deep inside him moaned. He twisted, unprepared to fight against the guilt as well. “Har… Harry, I’m sorry…”

“Shut up, Seamus,” Harry muttered. His green eyes followed the path of his wand like flitting fireflies. But finally he raised his head to Pomfrey and his expression was slack. “It’s no use. I can’t find anything wrong with him!”

“Is he breathing alright?” she said curtly. Her wand had paused over Blaise’s side and steady white light was pulsing into his body with a disorienting grinding sound.


“Then give him a calming charm and watch him. Blaise is the worse off.”

Harry’s gaze tracked back to Seamus’ face. Seamus squinted. There was an odd glow humming about the edges of Harry’s face, his hair and mouth and… and eyes. Very faint. Seamus’ chest clutched, oddly soothed and yet hurting terribly at the same time. Not the same pain, but so, so familiar. And then Harry looked away and it was gone, leaving Seamus to the raging aches of his body.

“What about Luna?” Harry asked, his voice shaking. “Maybe she can figure out what’s wrong with him.”

“Hasn’t she already done enough for you?” Moody snapped. Harry’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t answer.

The minutes crawled by. Hours perhaps. Seamus’ mind wove in and out, and he stared vaguely as the Healer’s wand moved over his lover. The only time he felt the passage of seconds with any clarity was when the pain flared, blinding and encompassing before fading again. Blaise sank in and out of awareness; at times his fingers clenched madly to Seamus’, at times they hung from his hand limply. Seamus became slowly aware of a steady, throbbing agony deep in his gut. It went on and on until suddenly… it eased.

Seamus opened his eyes to find the Infirmary darkened, sparsely lit with yellow torchlight. He squinted. He was still on the floor, Harry and the rest standing, huddled over Blaise’s bed. He tried to turn his head and found it took much more work than he remembered. His entire body felt numb.

Pomfrey was speaking. Her voice echoed strangely in his ears. He forced himself to straighten, to find her with his eyes. Her wand had stilled at last; all magic seemed to have subsided, except for a steady silver-blue glow that hovered over Blaise’s form on the bed. It slunk down to encase the hand that Seamus held. Seamus stared at it for a long, dull moment, and then focussed on Pomfrey’s voice.

“He’s sustained considerable damage to his entire system. There are signs of Cruciatus in his nerves, but the real problem—” She faltered. One of her hands clenched around the other. Moody’s magical eye darted over Blaise’s prone, pale figure.

“Some sort of dark magic?” he said tersely.

Pomfrey shook her head violently. “No, no, there are things that aren’t working, and they should be! I can’t even begin to explain it. His… his kidneys, for example. His lungs are struggling and I can’t find a reason for it. He has massive internal bleeding and his body is so riddled with poison that I can’t—”

She stuttered to a halt. Seamus became slowly aware that she was gathering herself, breathing deeply and quietly. She looked up again.

“I don’t know how he’s still alive,” she said weakly.

Harry frowned. It was odd seeing the expression from such a low angle. Seamus inhaled and felt rather than saw Blaise’s chest rise.

“He’s breathing,” Harry stated. He gestured with one hand. “Look at him, he’s… What do you mean you don’t know how he’s still alive?”

“I mean that by all rights, he shouldn’t be,” Pomfrey answered. “He’s had enough poison to kill a young Horntail. I found three broken ribs and deep bruising all over his torso. One of his kidneys just isn’t working anymore, and that’s saying nothing of the spell damage to his nerves!” She drew a shaky breath. “I’ve stabilised him as best I can. Everything I can fix right now is healed. I just… I have no idea why he’s still breathing, but he is.”

Seamus’ world sucked in on itself, a little black hollow surrounding him and Blaise. He gripped his lover’s fingers sluggishly.

“Could he have cast some sort of protection over himself?” Moody growled. “Something to keep him going for long enough to escape? A form of Vivacis or Durabilis?”

“I thought so, but I couldn’t find anything in his body or his blood. None of those spells last very long, but if he’d cast one or drunk any such potion in the last few days, the signs would be there. There’s nothing.”

Harry spoke in a low voice. “He wouldn’t have used magic in Voldemort’s lair. They’d have felt it.”

Seamus stirred. Voldemort…? Surely that should mean something to him. A detached sort of anxiety worked its way into his chest and hung there, but he could not follow it. Could not make sense of what it meant.

Pomfrey looked down at him. Even through the weariness in her features, he saw her eyes narrow very slightly.

Moody picked up where Harry fell silent. “There are no signs of dark magic in him except for the residual Cruciatus. He’s been hit with other spells, but you’ve got rid of them as far as I can see.”

Pomfrey looked away from Seamus. “They’re gone.” She gave a shudder. “One of those monsters shot him with Agonimorphus. That was what was building in his chest and throat, but they didn’t have the opportunity to lock it into a pattern. The bezoars are cleaning out the poison, and I’ve healed everything except his arm. I’m not sure what Skele-gro would do to him right now.”

“So for all intents and purposes,” Moody said, “he could survive?”

Pomfrey sighed. “It’s much too soon. I’ll have a better idea tomorrow.” Again she glanced down at Seamus. Something in her gaze was calculating. “I have a few more spells I’d like to try, but they’ll have to wait until he’s made it through the first few hours.”

Harry nodded and eased back off the bed. Seamus hadn’t even noticed he’d been leaning on the mattress. His old housemate looked utterly weary. There were lines around his eyes and mouth that Seamus couldn’t ever remember seeing. His friend took a deep breath, let it out, and then crouched down beside him. A hand found his shoulder. Seamus could only feel its weight, not its warmth or… or anything detailed about the way it touched him. Curious.

“What about Seamus?” Harry said.

Madam Pomfrey looked at him a third time. Her face was unreadable. “We’ll put another bed here,” was all she said.

Seamus heard clunking, then the sound of something being dragged. Another cot appeared in his view. Again Harry knelt in front of him. Seamus felt the other man slip arms under his and pull him gently up, settling him on the other mattress. A hand ghosted over his grip on Blaise and for an instant, hackles rose within him.

“It’s alright,” Pomfrey said suddenly. She was staring at him keenly from where she stood at the head of Blaise’s bed. “Just leave it alone.”

Harry’s hand dropped away from his. Seamus felt himself being eased down onto something much softer than he’d slept on in months. Blaise was an absolutely silent presence in his mind, unnerving stillness where dreams normally roiled. Seamus stared across the space between them. The pallor of his lover’s face had eased, and his chest rose and fell infinitesimally. Otherwise, he did not move.

Seamus blinked once, twice, and then slid into darkness.

* * *

He woke to an even deeper silence. Something was missing from the very air around him, but he couldn’t think what it had been. A voice? Singing… Seamus groaned softly and turned his head, wanting nothing better than to ease back into the drowse that hovered over him. The numbness on his limbs had lessened; he felt lighter. Just a little. There was no pain that he could recognise, but… He tried to roll and found that he was still gripping Blaise’s hand. Seamus opened his eyes.

Madam Pomfrey was crouched mere feet away, gazing back at him. Her wand was poised above him, and a delicate silver mist was drifting out of it, over his body. She looked very tired. There were deep circles under both eyes.

“You’re awake,” she murmured.

Seamus looked at her, feeling empty. She gazed back, waving her wand in gentle sweeps with one hand. The silver glow changed gradually, turning a ghostly purple and bathing the Healer’s face. Her eyes widened, and suddenly Seamus was looking at a face full of sorrow. Of awe. She reached up and laid a thin hand on his bare arm.

“I couldn’t figure it out,” she said softly. “Not even a year ago. And it was all right there for me to see, wasn’t it? All this time, we’ve…”

Seamus looked into her eyes. He couldn’t summon the energy to respond. She squeezed his arm with warm fingers.

“You’re bound to him. Aren’t you?” Her eyes moved over his face as if she couldn’t decide where to look first, as if she had been looking for hours and she still could not look away. “That’s how you found him.”

Seamus looked past her and focussed on Blaise where he lay. His lover looked… asleep. Just asleep. The ice-blue glow still hugged his form, curling like gentle tendrils.

“You’re feeling it.” Pomfrey’s voice drew his gaze back. She did not even look at Blaise and the spell she’d cast over him, but he knew what she was talking about. “I suspected when you reacted to the numbing spells. I’d no idea a bond could…” Her face pinched briefly. “You were in pain, weren’t you? His pain.”

Seamus managed a slow nod. Her hand tightened around his arm.

“By all the gods,” she breathed.

It went unspoken, so many truths falling into place. Seamus stared at Pomfrey, listening to his own body rise and drift. Listening for Blaise and hearing nothing but a cloaking emptiness. The Healer studied his face and swallowed. It was strange to see her look so barren. “And now you’re the one holding him here.”

Seamus gathered himself and opened his mouth. The effort seemed monumental. “Will he live?” It came out a croak.

She looked back without flinching. He could feel the weight of her hand, soft and comforting around his arm. “I don’t know,” she whispered.


Chapter 22


This chapter's music: I'm afraid I couldn't find an audio version of this song to link to, but Seamus and Blaise's theme is "Away" by the Mediaeval Baebes. The song is absolutely haunting. Lyrics are:

My love has left for a faraway land
Alas! - why would he do this?
And here I am so tied and bound
I cannot go where he is
So he holds my heart in his hands
Wherever he comes or goes
And with my true love a thousandfold.

~Mirabilis album, Mediaeval Baebes

I will keep looking for an audio link. ^__^
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Date: 2008-05-28 06:25 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Oh. My. God.


*goes to read*

Date: 2008-06-03 05:16 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
*jumps for joy*

Date: 2008-05-28 06:50 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
OMG yaay. I am so glad to see this posted. I love this chapter as much as the first time I read it. And now that it is posted, I'm suddenly craving more. I don't recall at the moment where we left off in the beta-ing, but I'm ready for the next chapter whenever you have it ready.

Now that Blaise and Seamus are back and Nagini is dead, this is going to force Harry's hand regarding the bond. And that is going to bring Harry and Draco's relationship to the fore. Decisions will have to be made. *angsts*


Date: 2008-06-03 05:19 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Hahaha, I am preparing the next chapter to send your way tonight! THANK YOU for still wanng to beta! *is relieved* It feels like such a long time since I updated (and the truth is, it HAS been a long time). O.o

I can't wait to hear what you think of what's coming.

Date: 2008-05-28 07:04 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Seamus saw something around Harry. Is he and Draco bound as well? I sooo hope sooo!!! Gotta have more! Moody was a prat!

Date: 2008-05-28 03:49 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Seamus saw something around Harry. Is he and Draco bound as well?

I had to scroll back up and re-read, I didn't catch this (cursed to be a fast reader and miss things every time because I need to devour the words, not savor them). Very interesting!

(comment deleted and re-posted because I attached it to the wrong comment. d'oh!)

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Date: 2008-06-03 05:22 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Wow, you DID have excellent timing! Haha, I've been hiding in fear of complaints about how long I was taking to get the next part up. But really, I needn't have worried: people have been very supportive. ^__^

Thank you for friending me! Welcome to my lj. ^_^

Date: 2008-05-28 10:24 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]

OMG I will actually cry if Blaise and Seamus die. WILL CRY. I almost cried when Pomfrey said she wasn't sure.

Really brilliant chapter, I loved the focus on the Blaise/Seamus relationship and it's implications on Harry and Draco's relationship. God, it is just so powerful how their love literally is the only thing keeping Blaise alive. I am so glad you updated this story again, I do love it's angsty beautifulness so. Thanks for sharing!

Date: 2008-06-03 05:23 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Blaise and Seamus have really taken on big roles in this fic. It's been very instructive to write, and I'm glad I'm back on it again. It's been so long.

Thank you so much for such an enthusiastic comment! ^_^

Date: 2008-05-28 11:33 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
(was completely full of squeee and was clapping excitedly when your subject line read "The Road, Ch.21" DO realize how wickedly crazy your cliffhanger was, right?)

Oh wow, honestly. I just...that was just so heartwrenching and everyone was just fretting over Seamus and I was all freaking out cuz if he isn't doing well, then Blaise isn't doing any better T.T

I remember the chapter where Blaise goes to kill Nagini, and it was crazy violent and the bloody snake would just not die already......

And Seamusss woouuuldnnn't let Blaise's hand gooooo~! And he was throwing a fit whenever anyone triiieeeddd~! *wail!*

How is it that your writing can make my heart love it so?? <3

Date: 2008-06-03 05:25 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
you DO realize how wickedly crazy your cliffhanger was, right?

Actually, I hadn't thought about it in exactly those terms until I read your comment. *hides* I'm sorry for the long hiatus! RL has been taking a lot of energy lately.

How is it that your writing can make my heart love it so?? <3

Thank you so much for saying that! ^____^

Date: 2008-05-28 02:19 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
hehe. You're so cute. I'm looking forward to reading it. I'm sure it's worth the wait. *hug*

Date: 2008-06-03 05:26 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much for sticking with it! *is grateful* I'm sorry for the long wait...

Date: 2008-05-28 02:28 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Such intensity! You've sustained it well!

Date: 2008-06-03 05:27 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Thank you very much! That is a great compliment. ^_^

Date: 2008-05-28 02:37 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I am so happy that you are updating this story! It is to good to abandon it.

Great chapter. I really feel for Seamus reading it. Cannot wait for more!

Date: 2008-06-03 05:28 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Oh, I have no plans to abandon it. It's too special to me. ^__^

Thank you so much for sticking with it, though, despite the long hiatus. I'm sorry for that...

Date: 2008-05-28 03:52 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I just went and listened to the song on Rhapsody - quite ethereal and haunting, almost how I imagine Luna's singing might be. It makes me feel the odd place that Seamus is in, there and not there, feeling Blaise's pain.

Date: 2008-06-03 05:31 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Isn't it GORGEOUS? I just love the harmony, and the minor key, and the way their voices overlap and echo. It really just shouted Seamus and Blaise at me. I'm so glad you liked it.

Date: 2008-05-28 04:30 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]

I really adore this fic!

By rights it should be totally dark and depressing and leave you crying after every sentence. But not this... Its just so human and hopeful and...

Love it! And Seamus and Blaise!
Edited Date: 2008-05-28 04:31 pm (UTC)

Date: 2008-06-03 05:30 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
But not this... Its just so human and hopeful and...

That means a LOT. Because it really is one of the darkest things I've written (barring that Veela fic where I gave the characters heartbreak or death... O.o) in terms of the war and the torn country, and everything. It's very nice to find out that there is still hope coming through. I really appreciate what you've said.

Date: 2008-05-28 06:35 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I love that we get to see what the bond does through Seamus and Blaise.

Date: 2008-06-03 05:32 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Thank you! Seamus and Blaise have been nice to write in this fic. I'm glad you are enjoying it.

Date: 2008-05-28 07:50 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
eeee! No need to apologize or explain, I'm just glad it's back! *squishes tight and resumes wibbling*

Date: 2008-06-03 05:33 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much for sticking with it. I really appreciate it. :)

Date: 2008-05-28 09:09 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Terrific chapter. I've been rooting for Seamus and Blaise all through this fic. You've made them my OTP2! *crosses fingers for Blaise* And I think Seamus can see the birth of some form of bond in Harry, but I'm sure the heroic prat would think it's for Ginny if he was told. Men. *rolls eyes*

Date: 2008-06-03 05:34 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
You've made them my OTP2!

HAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! My plan to take over the world is moving along swimmingly! ^_~

I think Seamus can see the birth of some form of bond in Harry

Not sayin' a word. ^_^

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Date: 2008-05-28 10:42 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I feel like my heart has been squished. You Rou are so good at making me feel all the emotions you pour into your writing.
I haven't enough words to explain how much I adore your writing.

I will patiently wait....for as long as it takes.

Date: 2008-06-03 05:36 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I feel like my heart has been squished.

O.o *hugs* I'm sorry...

Thank you so much, both for your patience and for you support. And of course, for reading my fic after the break! ^_^ I really appreciate your comments.


Date: 2008-05-29 12:43 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
AH! I'm so excited!!!!



*Goes to read*

Re: Ah!

Date: 2008-06-03 05:26 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Hahaha, thank YOU! I am so grateful for your enthusiasm!

Date: 2008-05-29 01:21 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Mmhmm, amazing!! I'm so glad Blaise is alive! Even if it's just because of Seamus... that just makes it even more intense. :] Excellent chapter, I loved every second!!!


Date: 2008-05-29 04:11 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
OMG I was just thinking about this fic the other day, after I put down my Zombie Survial Guide book for the night I thought of you and the quiz from last year (loves) and then of course thougt of this fic... I kind of stopped reading/following LJ in Sept '07 and have recently come back. I thought I was going to be way behind but maybe not. Thanks for letting us know the Show is Still on!

Now I am going to back-read the story a few chapters and then catch up with this one... probably the weekend. Just wanted to say thanks in advance!

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Date: 2008-05-29 06:17 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Oh, I'm so glad to see you continue this! *loves* Wonderful chapter - so emotional - and the suspense was killing me that they didn't realize about the bond - and then yay for M. Pomfrey. ^.^ Will wait both patiently and eagerly for the next chapter.

Date: 2008-06-03 05:42 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Dear, it means so much that you have been following this fic, and that you have wanted to draw for it. I can't thank you enough, really. I'm so glad you are still reading the fic after the long break! I'm sorry for the hiatus... RL's been very energy-consuming for me recently.

Date: 2008-05-29 08:37 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]


Been looking longingly and rereading Road last week LOL



Date: 2008-06-03 05:43 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]

Hahaha, seriously, this brings me much relief! Thank you for coming back after the break. I really appreciate it.

Date: 2008-05-29 03:40 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Alter! I have been waiting for this for a year! I bonded with someone over this in RL! Can't describe how happy I am about the update.
*runs off to read and spread the news*

Date: 2008-06-03 05:44 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Alter? ^_^

Arg, not a year, surely! It hasn't been that long!

Haha, it's so nice to hear that my fic caused a bonding moment! That's awesome. Thank you for telling me!

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Date: 2008-05-30 07:28 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]

As always its a powerful chapter, like a kick to the nuts, there ain't no mercy.

The total irony of the whole thing would be if Harry DID "bond" with Ginny, Draco would feel like compost shit & Harry would as a result spiral down from there.

OR, again if Harry "bonded" with ginger snap, if she got dead Harry wouldn't be affected as he isn't "bonded" to her, his life lies in anothers hands so the guys who killed Ginny would be like "WTF??!!", they'd be utterly lost for what to do!!

I totally love the way the bond works, it's so little understood by everyone and looked on in such terrifyed awe. Bottomless sympathy yet envy at its reach over death.


(Can't wait for next chapter!! Is patient, really...)



Re: GAH!!!

Date: 2008-06-03 05:50 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
Haha, a kick to the nuts? *laughs heartily*

I love your analysis for what would happen when the plan against Ginny didn't work. Very intriguing. ^_^

Thank you so much for such a nice review!

Date: 2008-06-01 10:41 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
First of all: HOLY CRAP, UPDATE!! (Followed by an unholy amount of squealing and a short happy dance.)

Secondly: Nooooo Blaise! And poor Seamus... They're really my favourite couple in this story, aside from Harry and Draco. And that song is so very perfect for them...

I'm so friggin' thrilled to see the story updated. And an update on these two, even if it isn't necessarily good news, is that much more exciting.

Date: 2008-06-03 05:52 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
First of all: HOLY CRAP, UPDATE!!

Ive been getting that a lot. O.o *hides*

Oh, I love that you love Seamus and Blaise. They are one of my top three OTPs in the HP fandom. I love to write them. And I also love that you liked the song! It's such a pretty one.

Thank you so much for reading!

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Date: 2008-06-01 09:16 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
First of all, kudos to you for keeping up with this. I know it's really hard to juggle RL and keep a WIP in progress. I have a few hanging out there myself. So I commend you on hanging in there.

This was a great chapter to actually illustrate the effects of the bond. It will be interesting to see if and how this discovery will alter their current plans.

Date: 2008-06-03 05:53 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
kudos to you for keeping up with this.

Thank you so much. That really is nice to hear.

And thanks for such interest in this fic! I'm sorry for the wait. RL has been tough lately. I'm so thankful you are still reading!

Date: 2008-06-03 04:24 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I wasn't sure where exactly to leave this comment, so I hope you don't mind if I leave it here. I wandered in from [ profile] hd_worldcup where, I have to say, The Magician's Gifts was one of my absolute favourites. Rewind to other fests--The Business of Saving Souls, Vale Sanare--your fics have always been, IMHO, at the top. To sum up: can I has friend? :D

Date: 2008-06-03 05:55 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I definitely don't mind if you leave this comment here. Thank you for coming over to my lj, and for reading my fest fics! The Business of Saving Souls in particular is one of my personal favorites, and it makes me so happy to know that you liked it. ^_^

Yes, please feel free to friend. Welcome to my lj, and thanks for asking! ^___^

Date: 2008-06-11 02:40 pm (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I have been a HP-fandom lurker for years and years and never made a comment anywhere, but I felt that I had to now! I'm so, so, SO glad that you are posting again! I've been checking back probably once a week since the last chapter and gotten sad all over again every time. I'm so pleased that you're back!

As for the chapter, I was so worried for Blaise whom I really like both in this fic and in general (as long as he is a boy...) Thank god he's okay. And I'm so excited about whatever Seamus could see when he looked at Harry!

Either way. Glad you're back, please keep posting, and also: YAY! :)

(Also, I really don't understand LJ at all, but would friending you enable me to see when you've made a new entry? Because if it does, then I really want to friend you like whoa! You're my favorite fandom-author.)

Date: 2008-06-22 04:40 am (UTC)From: [identity profile]
I have been a HP-fandom lurker for years and years and never made a comment anywhere, but I felt that I had to now!

That is such a nice thing to hear! Thank you for delurking for this story. That means a lot. ^__^ I'm so sorry for the long hiatus. I've had a very-energy draining bout with RL lately. But it's nice to be writing in this fic universe again, definitely!

And I'm so excited about whatever Seamus could see when he looked at Harry!

Hahaha, a lot of people are choosing to comment about this particular part! I find it very intriguing ^__^

Okay, so. Friending me would allow me to see your posts all the time, unless they are locked to only a certain group of your friends. I would be able to see public posts and friends-locked posts, but not private posts (there's way to determine who sees what you are posting each time you make a post). As for my posts, I usually don't post any fic private, and the only ones I friends-lock are the NC-17 rated ones. But there aren't many of them. If you are over 18, I will friend you back, and then you can read those too. ^__^

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