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This is what the chessboard looks like.
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"I'm a knight on the chessboard, Harry," Ron says suddenly, all whispery hoarse and rough. "A knight protects."
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Awesome fic
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Sweet with Chess!
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(1) "Have you ever thought about what would have happened if we never met?"
He pauses in his motions of throwing a pebble into the calm sea, and glances at her briefly.
He's not sure what caused her to ask that.
But he has some inkling, and it makes his thoughts turn darker.
Her hands (sleeved) are curled around her legs where she sits on the sand, and she's resting her chin on her knee.
Her gaze is at the sky beyond the sea, distant and thoughtful and almost unreadable.
He turns back to the dark, still water.
And he throws.
"I'd be dead by now, I reckon."
The sea ripples.
He hears her inhale deeply.
(2) "Have to admit though – this is a damned shitty way to die."
He strangles out a laughter. "Yeah. It is."
"Yeah?" his friend cocks an eyebrow at him. "Least I took that bitch with me. Serves her right for hurting Hermione."
He finds himself grinning involuntarily. "Yeah. That was brilliant."
(3) "I'm a knight on the chessboard, Harry," Ron says suddenly, all whispery hoarse and rough. "A knight protects."
He doesn't really know what his friend is trying to say this time.
The grip on his shirt tightens. "Hermione is the queen. And you are the pawn. The pawn, Harry."
(4) His lips crash down onto hers.
She's trembling but not resisting and she's giving just as violently as he is and this is all so wrong wrong wrong but he can't stop –
"Harry," she gasps into his mouth, and he can taste her regret, her pain, her sadness, her everything.
(5) They are like this puzzle trying and failing to fit together, because there are pieces already missing.
Pieces that can no longer be recovered.
(6) This is what the chessboard looks like.
The pawn travels to the enemy's fort, slowly, taking one step after another as his comrades and enemies battle each other – he sees his friends sacrificed one after another –
And he, the last White Pawn on the board, reaches the last checkered row of the board at long last, for all the grit and dirt and blood he is covered in.
(7) she's literally a breath away from his face now, all fire and furious and blazing, "and god damn you, Harry, don't you see what you are doing to us?"
And Merlin, she's beautiful like this, with that sharp glitter in her dark eyes, hair wild and falling past her shoulders and so close to him.
(8) The pawn is the weakest piece on the chessboard.
But it's also the soul of the game.
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In which Ron dies in Dobby's place, and Harry and Hermione learn to grieve and move on.
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Absolutely beautifully written.
Short but soooooooo good