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Harry Potter: Grey Lady/Flaming Nora
Title: Life Lost
Completion: Completed.
X-posted: aff.net, greatestjournal.com
Words: 491
Rating: R
Pairings: Grey Lady/Flaming Nora
Summary: "All that mattered was the feel, the taste, the utter life that was in their grasp once more."
Author's Notes: Inspired by _levicorpus at livejournal.


When Liza and Nora woke on the floor they thought it was quite odd. Especially when they noticed they were both nude and had alcohol bottles strewn about them, along with the remnants of what looked like a muggle drug… Yet, hard as they tried, they could not remember much of the night before. The last thing that made sense to them was the lightening storm that had made them alive for just one devil of a night.


The lights of the tower flickered in and out as it stormed outside, the rain beating down upon the windows so harshly that all worried of the glass which may break under the pressure and the thunder crackling so loudly that it made even the ghosts jump. Liza and Nora were the first to notice the change, their bodies suddenly tensing and it was difficult to breath. Breath. After the long years of being dead both females had forgotten how to breath and panic welled up until their body took over, making them gasp for oxygen. All throughout the school ghosts were having the same problem, yet while some managed to breath, some just died again from suffocation.


Flashes of the night before slowly come before the two women’s dead again eyes. Memories of their mistakes invading their senses. Mistakes driven by muggle drugs and alcohol in their newly restored bodies. It was only the alcohol at first. A mix of firewhiskey, rum, and vodka driving them to being royally pissed. Within moments they were stripping, skin touching skin, fingers caressing each other’s warmth as they drank in one another’s warmth. Soon they were drunk not only on the alcohol, but on the sex, the lust of it all. Next had come the drugs, a blur of color and laughter bubbling up from their serene mouths as Nora ran her lips over Liza’s throat, tiny kisses making each giggle all the more sweeter. Moans, groans, and laughter filled the room as their bodies rocked towards each other; bodies slicking across one another, rejuvenating themselves in the glory of the living, silky skin rubbing to make them cry out at even the lightest touch. It felt as if the world was alight with their passion and giddiness. Liza remembers the dampness between her legs, the feeling of Nora shifting so that both female’s genitals were rubbing against each other. Neither could remember who had cried out the Lord’s name so blasphemousely, but neither cared in the heat of the moment. All that mattered was the feel, the taste, the utter life that was in their grasp once more.

Bottles and half taken drugs lay strewn across the tower floor, all that was left of their night of life. If they struggled enough they could remember. A simple blush was all it took to realize both remembered and they both mourned for the life they had lost once again.