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celina_rose
Prompt: H36 bydarkhairedgirl
Pairing(s): Susan Bones/Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hannah Abbott/Justin Finch-Fletchley
Word Count/Art Medium: 1200
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s)/Content: None
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: I've never dabbled in this pairing before, so I'm not sure how well it turned out. I hope I was able to do justice to your prompt with this little story! I very much enjoyed writing it, and hopefully you will have fun reading it.
Thanks to the mods for organising this amazing fest! And a big thank you to my beta M.W. who took the time to read and edit this.
Summary: "They had the same feelings, at opposite times." Years ago, Justin was harshly turned down by Susan. What happens when she finally admits her long-standing feelings for him, right before his wedding to her closest friend?
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Chapter 1
Your heart and my heart are very old friends –Rumi
Susan stares at the decorated piece of parchment for an inordinately long amount of time, while the barn owl waits by her windowsill. The words on the invitation engrave themselves into her mind as she reads them over and over again. The letters and shapes twist into voices, mocking her, chiding her for her foolishness. She suddenly looks up, staring at the blank wall in front of her that seems to be reflecting long lost memories into her glazed eyes.
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"Hufflepuff!" The Hat intoned loudly. She clapped along with all the members of her house as the dark haired boy made his way over to the large table.
He smiled and sat down on the seat beside her.
"Justin." He said, offering her his hand.
"I know." She smiled, taking it.
"You look like you already know a lot about Magic." He said, tilting his head slightly.
"Not everything." She defended. "I’ve simply grown up with all of it."
"My parents aren’t wizards. They were going to send me to Eton, you know. Until they got the letter from Hogwarts."
"Oh." She replied, unsure of how to reply.
"I think we'll be very good friends. You'll have to tell me everything about Magic and Magicals, of course." He continued.
"Welcome to Wizarding Britain." She said, not sure if she meant it. "Enjoy your stay."
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"Mr Finch-Fletchley!"
Susan turned her head, having heard the urgency in the Professor's voice, despite the distance.
"Is there something wrong?" she asked, running across the rubble, towards the Arithmancy professor. Her breath caught when she noticed her friend had collapsed and was bleeding profusely. Amycus Carrow had moved over to other victims, not caring to see if he was still alive. A short scream escaped her at the thought.
Realising that Professor Vector was doing her best to heal him, Susan quickly cast a simple Protego over both of them, and walked determinedly towards the Death Eater who had hurt her friend.
"You!" She accused, glaring at the woman who was busy dueling a Ravenclaw. Carrow turned around, only to be hit by a powerful Stupefy.
"I've had enough of you!" Susan added, a whole year of pent up frustration against the Death Eater siblings building up into pure rage.
A few spells later, she walked away from a barely breathing Amycus Carrie, as some of the other students looked on, surprised at the Hufflepuff's actions.
None of them dared to talk to her as she returned to the Great Hall.
Hannah held her as she sobbed quietly by Justin’s bedside. Her friend no doubt assumed it was the War, and the duel with Carrow that had her in such a state. She had made Professor Vector take an oath to not tell anyone about how close they had come to losing a third of their trio.
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Some of the students, three Hufflepuffs among them, chose to return and repeat a year after the War, given the general consensus that they had learned little in their 7th Year, amidst the chaos.
And so it came to be that in the Yule Ball held that year, which was indeed another celebration of victory in the War, Justin Finch-Fletchley found himself growing more than a little jealous at the number of admirers that a rather radiantly decked out Susan Bones seemed to have.
In the midst of the dance, he had confessed as much.
He was snubbed harshly in her reply.
He didn’t speak to her after that, and she returned the favour, not even caring to smile at each other in the hallways. Initially, some of their friends had attempted to ease the tension, but they soon gave up on the fruitless endeavour.
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The chilly atmosphere between them lasted until they found themselves working together in the Department of Magical Artifacts in the Ministry.
After months of glares and frowns, she surprised him by apologising. Slowly, but surely they rebuilt their friendship.
It was when she was invited to his house that she realised she would never be as close to Hannah as she was in Hogwarts. Years of estrangement had changed them both far too much. Susan had to settle for basic civility, with her once best friend.
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A sharp rapping on the window pane brings her back to the present. The owl is waiting for a reply and it is getting impatient. She picks up the red quill, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.
Chapter 2
What matters is how quickly you do what your soul directs. –Rumi
Hannah had very good taste, Susan realises, remembering how she had always insisted on precision. The lilies are tastefully arranged on each table and the arch is decorated in various hues of white and gold. Everything looks perfect.
Susan wishes that her own feelings could reflect the lovely serenity of the scene around her, but her thoughts are a whirlwind of emotions. Mainly guilt, with a dash of sorrow and a twinge of jealousy. She will not admit, even to herself, that she is jealous of one of her closest friends. She has no right to be, she tells herself. How can she, when she had turned Justin down so rudely all those years ago? Hannah has found her happiness, and Susan should, _should_ be happy for friends.
Hannah has clearly realised her true emotions as well, since the bride-to-be was more than a little cold to her when they talked the day before. It was a courtesy call, unlike the long, open conversations they used to have as children.
As she watches the people settle down in their seats to wait for the wedding to begin, a strange fear keeps gnawing at her. She has known for months, no, years now, that Justin was no longer the same person who had asked her a simple question at the Yule Ball in their eighth year. His heart clearly belongs to Hannah. Susan thought that she’d made her peace with it. Clearly, she was wrong.
Steeling herself, she gets up, and headed towards the house.
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"Hello." She says, standing at his door, hoping her voice wouldn’t betray her nervousness.
"Susan! I’m so glad you came!" He exclaims, walking over to her and enveloping her in a hug.
"What do you think of the tuxedo? Do you think Hannah will like it?" He asks, smiling.
"Of course." She returns, not meaning it. The gnawing feeling intensifies as she realizes what she is going to do.
"I need to tell you something." She says, stepping back slightly.
"Hmm?" Justin tilts his head in that very familiar way, concern etched onto his features.
She takes a deep breath. A small part of her warns her against what she is doing. She pays it no heed.
"I love you." She murmurs after a pause.
He looks at her confusedly for a few moments before frowning. He slowly comprehends what she has said to him, and shock overcomes him.
Composing himself, he replies with a quick "I’m sorry," before walking out the door to his waiting groomsmen.
Susan’s knees buckle and she crumples to the floor, a single tear running down her cheek.
Author/Artist:
celina_rosePrompt: H36 by
darkhairedgirlPairing(s): Susan Bones/Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hannah Abbott/Justin Finch-Fletchley
Word Count/Art Medium: 1200
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s)/Content: None
Disclaimer:Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: I've never dabbled in this pairing before, so I'm not sure how well it turned out. I hope I was able to do justice to your prompt with this little story! I very much enjoyed writing it, and hopefully you will have fun reading it.
Thanks to the mods for organising this amazing fest! And a big thank you to my beta M.W. who took the time to read and edit this.
Summary: "They had the same feelings, at opposite times." Years ago, Justin was harshly turned down by Susan. What happens when she finally admits her long-standing feelings for him, right before his wedding to her closest friend?
Livejournal Link
Chapter 1
Susan stares at the decorated piece of parchment for an inordinately long amount of time, while the barn owl waits by her windowsill. The words on the invitation engrave themselves into her mind as she reads them over and over again. The letters and shapes twist into voices, mocking her, chiding her for her foolishness. She suddenly looks up, staring at the blank wall in front of her that seems to be reflecting long lost memories into her glazed eyes.
"Hufflepuff!" The Hat intoned loudly. She clapped along with all the members of her house as the dark haired boy made his way over to the large table.
He smiled and sat down on the seat beside her.
"Justin." He said, offering her his hand.
"I know." She smiled, taking it.
"You look like you already know a lot about Magic." He said, tilting his head slightly.
"Not everything." She defended. "I’ve simply grown up with all of it."
"My parents aren’t wizards. They were going to send me to Eton, you know. Until they got the letter from Hogwarts."
"Oh." She replied, unsure of how to reply.
"I think we'll be very good friends. You'll have to tell me everything about Magic and Magicals, of course." He continued.
"Welcome to Wizarding Britain." She said, not sure if she meant it. "Enjoy your stay."
"Mr Finch-Fletchley!"
Susan turned her head, having heard the urgency in the Professor's voice, despite the distance.
"Is there something wrong?" she asked, running across the rubble, towards the Arithmancy professor. Her breath caught when she noticed her friend had collapsed and was bleeding profusely. Amycus Carrow had moved over to other victims, not caring to see if he was still alive. A short scream escaped her at the thought.
Realising that Professor Vector was doing her best to heal him, Susan quickly cast a simple Protego over both of them, and walked determinedly towards the Death Eater who had hurt her friend.
"You!" She accused, glaring at the woman who was busy dueling a Ravenclaw. Carrow turned around, only to be hit by a powerful Stupefy.
"I've had enough of you!" Susan added, a whole year of pent up frustration against the Death Eater siblings building up into pure rage.
A few spells later, she walked away from a barely breathing Amycus Carrie, as some of the other students looked on, surprised at the Hufflepuff's actions.
None of them dared to talk to her as she returned to the Great Hall.
Hannah held her as she sobbed quietly by Justin’s bedside. Her friend no doubt assumed it was the War, and the duel with Carrow that had her in such a state. She had made Professor Vector take an oath to not tell anyone about how close they had come to losing a third of their trio.
Some of the students, three Hufflepuffs among them, chose to return and repeat a year after the War, given the general consensus that they had learned little in their 7th Year, amidst the chaos.
And so it came to be that in the Yule Ball held that year, which was indeed another celebration of victory in the War, Justin Finch-Fletchley found himself growing more than a little jealous at the number of admirers that a rather radiantly decked out Susan Bones seemed to have.
In the midst of the dance, he had confessed as much.
He was snubbed harshly in her reply.
He didn’t speak to her after that, and she returned the favour, not even caring to smile at each other in the hallways. Initially, some of their friends had attempted to ease the tension, but they soon gave up on the fruitless endeavour.
The chilly atmosphere between them lasted until they found themselves working together in the Department of Magical Artifacts in the Ministry.
After months of glares and frowns, she surprised him by apologising. Slowly, but surely they rebuilt their friendship.
It was when she was invited to his house that she realised she would never be as close to Hannah as she was in Hogwarts. Years of estrangement had changed them both far too much. Susan had to settle for basic civility, with her once best friend.
A sharp rapping on the window pane brings her back to the present. The owl is waiting for a reply and it is getting impatient. She picks up the red quill, a quiet sigh escaping her lips.
Chapter 2
Hannah had very good taste, Susan realises, remembering how she had always insisted on precision. The lilies are tastefully arranged on each table and the arch is decorated in various hues of white and gold. Everything looks perfect.
Susan wishes that her own feelings could reflect the lovely serenity of the scene around her, but her thoughts are a whirlwind of emotions. Mainly guilt, with a dash of sorrow and a twinge of jealousy. She will not admit, even to herself, that she is jealous of one of her closest friends. She has no right to be, she tells herself. How can she, when she had turned Justin down so rudely all those years ago? Hannah has found her happiness, and Susan should, _should_ be happy for friends.
Hannah has clearly realised her true emotions as well, since the bride-to-be was more than a little cold to her when they talked the day before. It was a courtesy call, unlike the long, open conversations they used to have as children.
As she watches the people settle down in their seats to wait for the wedding to begin, a strange fear keeps gnawing at her. She has known for months, no, years now, that Justin was no longer the same person who had asked her a simple question at the Yule Ball in their eighth year. His heart clearly belongs to Hannah. Susan thought that she’d made her peace with it. Clearly, she was wrong.
Steeling herself, she gets up, and headed towards the house.
"Hello." She says, standing at his door, hoping her voice wouldn’t betray her nervousness.
"Susan! I’m so glad you came!" He exclaims, walking over to her and enveloping her in a hug.
"What do you think of the tuxedo? Do you think Hannah will like it?" He asks, smiling.
"Of course." She returns, not meaning it. The gnawing feeling intensifies as she realizes what she is going to do.
"I need to tell you something." She says, stepping back slightly.
"Hmm?" Justin tilts his head in that very familiar way, concern etched onto his features.
She takes a deep breath. A small part of her warns her against what she is doing. She pays it no heed.
"I love you." She murmurs after a pause.
He looks at her confusedly for a few moments before frowning. He slowly comprehends what she has said to him, and shock overcomes him.
Composing himself, he replies with a quick "I’m sorry," before walking out the door to his waiting groomsmen.
Susan’s knees buckle and she crumples to the floor, a single tear running down her cheek.
