Solitude.

Disclaimer: This is a work of Fan Fiction set within the Harry Potter universe. As such all Characters and Locations belong to J.K. Rowling and this work is not being produced for commercial gain.

Solitude.

She stood by the window; I could see her silhouette in the unlit room. She turned to me as I walked in to the room. I could see by her eyes that she had been waiting. Her eyes are a vivid blue and offset her raven black hair. To most, those eyes show arrogance and coldness. A barrier to repel. A rock that waves could dash themselves against. But when she turns them towards me, at least here and now, when we are alone I see something else.

What else? That is what I am here to find out.

I had followed her on the map until I could see she was alone, she always seems alone, even in a room full of people but this time she was by herself.

We share a glance. I stare into her eyes longer than is comfortable. If language were liquid, it would rush in to fill the silence. The room becomes a vacuum of silence, a shrine to it and still I hold her stare. I watch her eyes to try to read her expression and get her intent.

"I've come to set a twisted thing straight." she finally says with a slight smile. Her eyes and mouth turn up as she speaks. Her accent is musical suited to poetry and singing and I try to gather her meaning.

"I won't use words again they don't mean what I want, they can be confused and don't speak as I need. " She then extends her hand to me. I look at her ivory white skin the veins of blue highlighted on the back of her hand. I reach out to take her offered hand but she takes my wrist and I can feel from the hesitation in her touch that she is unsure, perhaps even afraid.

Then the hesitation is gone along with her fear and I see determination and resolve in her eyes.

She pulls me suddenly, I move toward her, off balance, from this sudden movement. Her other hand takes my tie in her fist and directs me toward her.

Her lips are on mine and they mash together as I realise this is a kiss and I before I start to understand what I'm meant to be doing the kiss has ended.

"I've come to lighten this dark heart, here and now in this place out of context and out of consequences."

She fires out this phrase as if she's practiced it a thousand times in a mirror. The smile that creeps across her face as she speaks softens the words and lets me know the truth that her words are hinting at. I can see the depth of meaning underneath. She smiles softly glances down, then back up, meeting my eyes with a defiant stare.

We lock eyes and she slowly pulls me in again, her hand has never released my tie but I could have got away any time I chose. Instead, I allow her to pull me closer. This time I know what to expect and we kiss rather than just bump lips together.

I allow the kiss to go on. I can in this moment of time, this instant feel that suddenly my destiny has changed. I could have stayed there like that for eternity but before I am ready, the kiss has ended.

"I never thought I'd find you here." I mean to say more but her hand is on my lips, so I kiss it.

"Silence is more eloquent than words can ever be." She moves to the deep windowsill, sitting upon it and with a gesture invites me to sit next to her. I join her and feel the setting sun on my back and her warmth on my side. She leans in and places her head on my shoulder.

We sit, sharing the space and the silence. Sometimes with her head on my shoulder, at other times looking into each other's eyes. No more words are spoken but I learn to read her eyes. When to lean in to kiss her, when to allow her space. I delight in every feature of her face. She has a heart shaped face, with ivory white skin. Her eyes are a vivid blue I will laugh in future at any one who refers to them as icy. They are the colour of a tropical lagoon and I could swim in them.

We savour the silence and each other's company. Eventually she takes my wrist and looks at my watch.

I smile sadly and shake my head as she realises it is broken.

Her wand appears in her hand and she grimaces as she realises she will have to speak. She whispers the words of the spell and the time appears before her.

Ten minutes to curfew, we rise to part, we kiss once again, and then she turns to leave. She stands in the doorway; I'm struck once again by her black silhouette by her long cool stare and her silence.

She looks at me and now she is out of the room can speak. "Until the next time Harry."

I am still in the room, so I just nod my agreement.

A.N.

The co-author of this would be Suzanne Vega although she knows it not. Many of the lines of this came from either "Solitude Standing" or "Language" Both are found on the 1987 Album, Solitude Standing.

Who is the girl? All you need to do is find a raven haired, blue-eyed female with a musical accent. I must admit it did change in my head as I wrote it.

Really it could be two people anywhere, I just choose to place it in Mr Potter's world.

My muse is in the mood to drabble so I'm letting it, eventually it might consent to returning to the Time of Consequences.

Thank you for reading.

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