4 Works by fizzblizz
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It’s been years since he’s seen her, since he left school the night Dumbledore died. By the time he joined the Order’s ranks a few months later, Hermione Granger was long gone. No one wanted to talk about what happened, no one really wanted to talk about her at all. Then, a few month ago she showed up outside Grimmauld Place covered in blood.
No one knows what happened to her. She doesn't speak, she barely moves. Following Draco's own injury, it's just them and a healer in this remote seaside cottage, waiting out a war that's already ruined both of them.
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“So, what happened then? When, uh, when his wings melted?” He asks her, his focus dimming in the smokey room.
She smiles softly at him but her eyes are empty and distant. “He fell.”
It triggers something, a memory from his childhood that he’d shoved aside. Bob remembers that longing, reaching out towards the stars above him as he tumbled towards the ground, a single second drawn out into an endless sensation.
“Some people will do anything to fly,”
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Or a character study into Bob's lifelong fixation on flying.
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- Part 2 of Don't Fall Away From Me
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There’s something wrong with the room when Bob pushes the door open. Bed made, everything in its place, well, almost everything. Though she was a light packer by nature and by necessity, Yelana always had a penchant for nick-nacs. He doesn’t need to check the closet to know it’s empty. Even if it wasn’t, clothes are replaceable, her trinkets aren’t and so their absence is all he needs to confirm what he already knows. She’s gone.
Or, after a year of being an Avenger, Yelena Belova leaves without a word and Bob is left trying to figure out where everything went wrong.
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- Part 1 of Don't Fall Away From Me
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After years of the back and forth, Hermione found herself much more reluctant to throw him into the path of danger than she once was. There was a time when she wielded him like a weapon, each request more dangerous than the last. And he always delivered, always came back with his hands stained red, palms open to receive his next alms.