Not Like This (Harry Potter, Gen)
Another little Christmas fic. The others are one their way, I promise. Until then, I'm looking forward to hearing what you all think of this one. I think, lol. *ducks*
Fandom - Harry Potter
Title - Not Like This
Pairing - None
Rating - PG
Disclaimer - Simple: They're not my characters. *sigh*
Summary - Christmas fic for Ed. :) *hugs* Well, lol, if this is passable, for now. :P It's kinda dark, but ... not what I'd been hoping for. Hopefully I'll be able to offer something more substantial later in the week, but all I have to offer for now is this. If you have any idea what sort of dark fic you were looking for exactly, do you want to tell me? Just nudge me in the right direction? Sorry, *blushes* but I'm terrible at this, especially recently.
Anyway, here is a little something to tide you over with. I just have a horrible feeling there are loads of ficlets around like this one. *facepalm* I could just be a pessimist, though. :P But seriously -- any and all feedback is always, always appreciated. Especially since this hasn't been betaed either.
There's a WARNING at the end of the fic if wanted. You should be able to hit the End button (usually next to Page Down etc.) and miss the whole fic.
Not Like This
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It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
There was supposed to be a field, large and empty, with wildlife hovering on the edges, the only spectators to the fall of the Dark Lord.
Harry was supposed to stand, glaring down his foe with the hatred of a lifetime, culminating in one never-ending moment in time, his wand raised as he screamed those fateful words.
Voldemort was supposed to fall, his body and façade of power and greatness crumbling, fear tumbling from the shoulders of the Wizarding world as news flickered into every corner of the world that their oppressor was dead.
It wasn’t supposed to end in a quagmire of dirt and blood and broken bodies, friends and nameless supporters crushed into the earth like the blades of grass beneath them.
It wasn’t supposed to end with Harry a crumpled heap in the eye of the storm, forgotten and lonely as war raged around him, his eyes dull, his face blank, and his hands empty but for a slowly depleting pile of ash, the wind whipping away every essence of a fallen hero.
It wasn’t supposed to end with Voldemort grinning, his teeth dark as long-dried blood, and his body quaking with laughter, his minions still scurrying around and fighting the weakening forces of those of the Light whilst the heavens grieved, salty tears pummelling the earth and punishing the bodies of both the dead and the barely-living.
It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
~*~
* * End * *
Warning: Death fic.
Fandom - Harry Potter
Title - Not Like This
Pairing - None
Rating - PG
Disclaimer - Simple: They're not my characters. *sigh*
Summary - Christmas fic for Ed. :) *hugs* Well, lol, if this is passable, for now. :P It's kinda dark, but ... not what I'd been hoping for. Hopefully I'll be able to offer something more substantial later in the week, but all I have to offer for now is this. If you have any idea what sort of dark fic you were looking for exactly, do you want to tell me? Just nudge me in the right direction? Sorry, *blushes* but I'm terrible at this, especially recently.
Anyway, here is a little something to tide you over with. I just have a horrible feeling there are loads of ficlets around like this one. *facepalm* I could just be a pessimist, though. :P But seriously -- any and all feedback is always, always appreciated. Especially since this hasn't been betaed either.
There's a WARNING at the end of the fic if wanted. You should be able to hit the End button (usually next to Page Down etc.) and miss the whole fic.
Not Like This
~*~
It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
There was supposed to be a field, large and empty, with wildlife hovering on the edges, the only spectators to the fall of the Dark Lord.
Harry was supposed to stand, glaring down his foe with the hatred of a lifetime, culminating in one never-ending moment in time, his wand raised as he screamed those fateful words.
Voldemort was supposed to fall, his body and façade of power and greatness crumbling, fear tumbling from the shoulders of the Wizarding world as news flickered into every corner of the world that their oppressor was dead.
It wasn’t supposed to end in a quagmire of dirt and blood and broken bodies, friends and nameless supporters crushed into the earth like the blades of grass beneath them.
It wasn’t supposed to end with Harry a crumpled heap in the eye of the storm, forgotten and lonely as war raged around him, his eyes dull, his face blank, and his hands empty but for a slowly depleting pile of ash, the wind whipping away every essence of a fallen hero.
It wasn’t supposed to end with Voldemort grinning, his teeth dark as long-dried blood, and his body quaking with laughter, his minions still scurrying around and fighting the weakening forces of those of the Light whilst the heavens grieved, salty tears pummelling the earth and punishing the bodies of both the dead and the barely-living.
It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
~*~
* * End * *
Warning: Death fic.