The ABC's of Loving You [ Tomarry

Epidemic

Epidemic;
a widespread occurence of an infectious disease in a community at a particular time

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A plague is running rampant in Harry's village and, in an effort to fix it, they sacrifice Harry to their god. Meanwhile, the god has a prophecy about his future lover and is slightly angry that his 'friends' set him up with someone else.

God!Tom. Pagan!Harry. And this takes place in 100 AD. And Harry's a babe in this (he always is in my fics oof) but it's important in this chapter

Also, Harry gets buried alive but its not really his death 'cause he goes to Tom after so... half major character death???

The info I have on constellations is entirely false, I made it up to benefit my ideas

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The blazing sun shone down on Harry as he looked discontentedly at his crops— because of the pestilence flying around the town, his crops were getting worse and worse.

For a year, people in his town have been getting sick and dying more frequently than normal. At first, they would look like they have the flu; a cough, a fever, stuffy or runny nose, and lethargy that could beat a sloth on a lazy day. However, as soon as the symptoms got worse, people started dying; skin lesions, jaundice, vomit, miscarriages if they were pregnant, and hair loss were only some of the symptoms. It was strange, seeing as nothing had ever been reported that sounded even similar to this.

Wiping the sweat off his brow, Harry set to work on his crops. Some were too brown and some were infected with parasites and insects. In the end, only a fourth of the crops were good enough to eat. Sighing dejectedly, Harry picked up the buckets of uncontaminated crops and brought it back to his house, dropping them unceremoniously on the floor of his kitchen before heading back outside to a nearby stream to wash his hands and face, sighing in relief when the cold water hit his most likely sunburnt skin.

All of a sudden, he heard the faint clopping of horses. Looking to his right, he saw a carriage of horses pull two men to his house. Quickly, Harry stood up and wiped his hands onto his clothes while running down to his house. By the time he got to the front door, the men were already knocking.

Harry opened the door quickly. "Hello," he greeted. "And who might you be?"

The two men stood there in shock, like Harry had just slapped them. Harry felt very embarrassed as the men kept staring at him— he wasn't necessarily dressed to impress, seeing as no one really came to visit him after his parents died, so hopefully they didn't mind too much.

When the men didn't say anything, Harry stepped out of the doorway and opened the door. "How about you three come in and sit down," Harry said, "unless you would rather keep standing..?"

At once, the men stepped into his house. They both got stuck in the door at the same time and started glaring at each other while Harry stood to the side, looking at them sceptically. Should he have let them in his house? They didn't look menacing. Although Harry knew all the main worshippers of the pantheon and, while these men wore the togas, Harry didn't recognize them.

Harry lead them to his living room, offering them a seat before sitting down himself. "You still haven't answered my question," Harry reminded, "who are you?"

The two men blinked once again and, just as Harry worried they weren't ever going to say something, the one on the left smiled. "I'm terribly sorry about that. My name's Rodolphus, and my brother's name is Rabastan. And yours is Harry, yes?"

"Yes," Harry answered, feeling more sceptical then before. This reminded him too much of when he had been told of the death of his parents 6 months previous. "If this is about a death, I'm sorry to say that none of my family could have been involved. They've already all passed."