August 31, 1980 / Remedial Potions / Victory / Empty Canvas
Here are some drabbles I wrote for hd100. No comments over there as of yet, and it's only been a day or two, I know, but I haven't written in a while so I'm getting the feeling that these suck. I get like that when I really like the stuff I write, no matter how weird or confusing it is, and I do really like these drabbles.
The notes are really long on them too, I realize, but there's no way around it...
Title: August 31, 1980
Author: turin_lover
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Shattered
Author's Notes: I imagine this taking place sometime soon after Harry's 17th birthday. I'm assuming that whilst Draco is in exile there is no time to get a Apparition license, and thus has not officially been certified. I don't know how Harry ended up here. And just a little tidbit: this whole drabble is written because of the second paragraph. For some reason, I really liked that idea. Oh, and if Draco's real birthday is a known fact, can someone tell me?
Their way to freedom is illuminated by green light and they run to it, death at their backs. Snape tells them to leave and Harry does, without a last glance, but Draco’s never Apparated without a license before because he’s a month younger than Harry.
Draco knows this because the whole Wizarding world knows this. That is, the whole Wizarding world that knows Draco’s birthday too, and has ever bothered to figure out their age difference.
Snape yells again and Draco thinks hard of his destination, determined and deliberate. He steps and spins as his atoms shatter into thin air.
Title: Remedial Potions
Author: turin_lover
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Shattered
Author's Notes: This was originally the opening to a longer piece that I've only written a bit more of, but it's basically supposed to be his Occlumency sessions with Bella, as fun as they must have been.
Seeing Harry in Snape’s pensieve doesn’t bring about the contempt it might have done in earlier years.
Harry falls, stands ready, falls again. Draco watches the cycle a few times, unblinking, before the surface of the memory shatters and he moves on. But he goes back to Harry after a minute or two and the cycle picks up where it left off; rise, fall, rise, fall.
Suddenly he’s lost in his own memories and he realizes that he knows how Harry felt then, now. He still thinks that he was too young, and Harry was a year younger than he.
Title: Victory
Author: turin_lover
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Shattered
Author's Notes: These last two drabbles are not only connected, but indeed only broken up because I can find no possible way to combine them. The line of Muggle literature that Harry thinks of is from Orwell's 1984 (my summer reading book!) The line is: "Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you and sold me: There lie they, and here lie we, under the spreading chestnut tree."
Harry is trying his hardest to convince himself of his innocence, saying everything from "Dumbledore" to "He deserves it" to "Death Eater." (Something feels wrong at this, but he can’t figure out what).
In his confused jumble of thoughts, a line plays out over and over again in his head, some shattered piece of Muggle literature, and he can’t for the life of him understand why it’s coming to him now.
'But of course,' he thinks. 'Yes. Only Draco hadn’t betrayed me.' (And then he knows: if Voldemort wants Draco dead, Draco isn’t exactly a Death Eater anymore, is he?)
Title: Empty Canvas
Author: turin_lover
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Shattered
Author's Notes: I originally had in place of Lucius Voldemort, but it was way too skeptical of a situation. I don't care what deal Harry had worked out with him, there was no way in hell he'd let him go alive. That being said, the backstory is fuzzy here and open completely to however you interpret it.
This whole drabble series was written off of the second-to-last line. I'm almost positive I saw a line with similiar sentence structure, or perhaps even with Dumbledore's portrait, elsewhere, but I've had this lying around for so long I can't remember what's originally mine and what was the inspiration. That being said, if you recognize it or if it's yours, that's how it ended up here.
Draco kneels in front of Lucius, facing Harry and staring up at him, something in his eyes already dead, as if telling Harry of the future. Harry looks away, having read Draco’s eyes and seen nothing but life.
Lucius raises his wand before slicing it through the air, and a magnificent white light shoots from the tip. It pervades the air around Draco and Draco’s body shatters, blood blossoming across the stone, directing Harry to the door.
"Sacrifice," Dumbledore’s portrait had said, laughing inanely. Watching the blood stain Draco’s hair red, Harry isn’t sure this is what he had meant.
The notes are really long on them too, I realize, but there's no way around it...
Title: August 31, 1980
Author: turin_lover
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Shattered
Author's Notes: I imagine this taking place sometime soon after Harry's 17th birthday. I'm assuming that whilst Draco is in exile there is no time to get a Apparition license, and thus has not officially been certified. I don't know how Harry ended up here. And just a little tidbit: this whole drabble is written because of the second paragraph. For some reason, I really liked that idea. Oh, and if Draco's real birthday is a known fact, can someone tell me?
Their way to freedom is illuminated by green light and they run to it, death at their backs. Snape tells them to leave and Harry does, without a last glance, but Draco’s never Apparated without a license before because he’s a month younger than Harry.
Draco knows this because the whole Wizarding world knows this. That is, the whole Wizarding world that knows Draco’s birthday too, and has ever bothered to figure out their age difference.
Snape yells again and Draco thinks hard of his destination, determined and deliberate. He steps and spins as his atoms shatter into thin air.
Title: Remedial Potions
Author: turin_lover
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Shattered
Author's Notes: This was originally the opening to a longer piece that I've only written a bit more of, but it's basically supposed to be his Occlumency sessions with Bella, as fun as they must have been.
Seeing Harry in Snape’s pensieve doesn’t bring about the contempt it might have done in earlier years.
Harry falls, stands ready, falls again. Draco watches the cycle a few times, unblinking, before the surface of the memory shatters and he moves on. But he goes back to Harry after a minute or two and the cycle picks up where it left off; rise, fall, rise, fall.
Suddenly he’s lost in his own memories and he realizes that he knows how Harry felt then, now. He still thinks that he was too young, and Harry was a year younger than he.
Title: Victory
Author: turin_lover
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Shattered
Author's Notes: These last two drabbles are not only connected, but indeed only broken up because I can find no possible way to combine them. The line of Muggle literature that Harry thinks of is from Orwell's 1984 (my summer reading book!) The line is: "Under the spreading chestnut tree, I sold you and you and sold me: There lie they, and here lie we, under the spreading chestnut tree."
Harry is trying his hardest to convince himself of his innocence, saying everything from "Dumbledore" to "He deserves it" to "Death Eater." (Something feels wrong at this, but he can’t figure out what).
In his confused jumble of thoughts, a line plays out over and over again in his head, some shattered piece of Muggle literature, and he can’t for the life of him understand why it’s coming to him now.
'But of course,' he thinks. 'Yes. Only Draco hadn’t betrayed me.' (And then he knows: if Voldemort wants Draco dead, Draco isn’t exactly a Death Eater anymore, is he?)
Title: Empty Canvas
Author: turin_lover
Word Count: 100
Challenge: Shattered
Author's Notes: I originally had in place of Lucius Voldemort, but it was way too skeptical of a situation. I don't care what deal Harry had worked out with him, there was no way in hell he'd let him go alive. That being said, the backstory is fuzzy here and open completely to however you interpret it.
This whole drabble series was written off of the second-to-last line. I'm almost positive I saw a line with similiar sentence structure, or perhaps even with Dumbledore's portrait, elsewhere, but I've had this lying around for so long I can't remember what's originally mine and what was the inspiration. That being said, if you recognize it or if it's yours, that's how it ended up here.
Draco kneels in front of Lucius, facing Harry and staring up at him, something in his eyes already dead, as if telling Harry of the future. Harry looks away, having read Draco’s eyes and seen nothing but life.
Lucius raises his wand before slicing it through the air, and a magnificent white light shoots from the tip. It pervades the air around Draco and Draco’s body shatters, blood blossoming across the stone, directing Harry to the door.
"Sacrifice," Dumbledore’s portrait had said, laughing inanely. Watching the blood stain Draco’s hair red, Harry isn’t sure this is what he had meant.