Fandom: Harry Potter

Title: Senescence

Pairing: HG/MMcG

Rating: PG-13

Author: morte206@aol.com

Disclaimers:  Really now if my initals were JKR would I be writing this crap.  Ditto for any song lyrics. 

Feedback: Sure why not. send it to morte206@yahoo.com

Author's Notes:  This is just a response to a self-imposed challenge, which was to write something, anything, in the forty minute bus ride to work.

I don’t know what to think anymore. I use to think that I was special. I used to think I had my life firmly in hand. All I needed was my wand and you. I still have my wand, though I don't use it much, and the rest of it has gone to waste.

I stopped ‘living up to my potential’ years ago. Harry defeated the Dark Lord and became an Auror. Ron found his niche as a sports commentator for the Chudley Cannons. Ginny worte a choldren’s book and Dean Thomas illustrated it, they got married last year. Neville teaches Herbology and his skills as a gardener have even garnered him fame in the Muggle world. Luna publishes the Quibbler, under her leadership it has become one of the most respected publications in the Wizarding world. Even Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil have done something with their lives, granted it was Padma’s idea to get them started on one of those psychic hotlines Muggles love, but still it’s something.

Me, I manage a baked goods store. I read. I do crosswords. I write short stories that no one reads. I come home and feed my cats.

An ex once told me I lacked ‘passion’. But I don’t think that’s all together true. I was passionate about you, once.

Sometimes I listen to the radio at the shop and the songs speak to me. Speak so clearly they spark memory.

Kiss me under the moonlit starlight

Memories of the first time we kissed or rather of the first time I kissed you. You tasted of the gingersnap biscuits you favored with your afternoon tea. We were in your office, the air was heavy with the scent of fresh rain and some first years were outside playing tag around the courtyard.

Young teacher the subject of schoolgirl fantasy
She’s watching and waiting, knows where she wants to be

I was seventeen. I knew what I wanted. But I hadn’t a clue as to what I needed.

Why did you say ‘Yes’? Why didn’t you stop me?

If it wasn’t for your maturity none of this would have happened
If you weren’t so wise beyond your years I would have been able to control myself

I used to like to think that it was because I was special. But this morning I opened The Daily Prophet and the headline screamed, literally, SEX ABUSE SCANDAL ROCKS HOGWARTS.

Apparently I wasn’t so special after all.