TWWS 01
Title: The World With Shrimp
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Harry Potter/BtVS
Rating: Mature
A/N: This story contains some brutal content in places. Xander really is a soulless vampire and he creates monsters as he goes. "He was a monster, Albus, a monster with the face of a boy," Sibyll Trewlaney stuttered, her hands twisting together in flustered knots.
"Who was a monster, Sibyll?" Dumbledore asked, looking at her over his half-moon glasses.
"The creature in Diagon Alley. He was like a gaping maw. He wanted to swallow everything. Consume us all, every one of us."
"Have you been drinking again, Sibyll?" Dumbledore asked.
She shook her head with violent fervor. "No, Albus, I have not been drinking again! I Saw him with my own eyes, I did. He was hunger given flesh. He was just walking down the street like he wasn't a monster but a man. He wasn't even really trying to hide what he was, but no one else could see it. He's going to kill us all, Albus. He's going to eat the world whole."
Summary: An AU of the Wish starring vamp-Xander. (NOTE: HBP didn't happen in this world. Both BtVS and HP are warped and rearranged.) Xander/Willow at start. Some *SLASH* but in a largely non-connish way and with no real "relationship" other than power games.
I'm just picking up where I was at last time and we'll go on from here. Check out the earlier segments at tthfanfic.org: http://tthf.me/a6Wr.
A lot of times these segments will be uploaded from my Kindle Fire (I've been doing a lot of writing on it.) They'll be only loosely edited and sometimes I have a real problem thinking up the word I want to use on the fly, and with my KiF I just write and soldier through reality. If you spot any errors, please let me know so I can fix them in my final copy.
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15. part fifteen
At the best of times Grimmauld Place was gloomy and depressing, but then everyone had been on edge dealing with the capture and probable death of Snape. Then had come the news about poor Fred.
The Weasleys had bonded together and there was no way Molly was letting any of her children out of her sight. Somehow Harry had been included in their number, not that he particularly minded.
He was feeling a bit out of sorts and his scar had taken to throbbing with almost-pain at the strangest moments.
"It feels as though he's... puzzled?" It came out sounding more like a question than he planned but he couldn't help that. He was getting a nagging sense of wrongness and he rather thought it was Voldemort's confusion more than his own.
Harry was seated next to Molly with the rest of the Order arrayed around the room. He was glad of her presence as he was uncomfortable being the center of attention.
"Can you tell why he's puzzled?" Dumbledore asked, leaning forward in his armchair.
Harry shook his head. "I think he got some unexpected news, but I don't know anything more."
"Hm." Dumbledore steepled his hands in front of his chin as he thought. "I wish we knew more, but without Severus we will have to handle things alone. Come to me after the meeting Harry and we'll work on your Occlumency some more."
Without Snape, Dumbledore had been teaching Harry himself. Harry had thought it would be easy and that the only reason why he couldn't get it before was because Snape was a terrible teacher. It might still have been true, but Harry was starting to think he might be a terrible student too.
He'd seen the frustration in Dumbledore's eye.
There was a sudden clatter from the other room and a rather ashen faced Arthur came into the room.
"Arthur?" Molly questioned. Her hands were clenched in the folds of her dress.
Arthur gave them all a pained look before focusing on Dumbledore. "Albus, I've just come from the Ministry. A news report came to Muggle Affairs. Hermione and her family... they've been killed."
"Death Eaters?" Dumbledore had gone pale. He suddenly looked years older.
"No," Arthur said. "They think it was one of those muggle serial killers or some such. There were no traces of magic."
Even as Ginny cried and Ron raged and the whole room seemed to break into an uproar, Harry sat perfectly still. It felt as though his ears had been stuffed with cotton because he didn't know what to do. There was just nothing.
Hermione was dead, and he felt completely hollow.
Author: Feygan
Fandom: Harry Potter/BtVS
Rating: Mature
A/N: This story contains some brutal content in places. Xander really is a soulless vampire and he creates monsters as he goes. "He was a monster, Albus, a monster with the face of a boy," Sibyll Trewlaney stuttered, her hands twisting together in flustered knots.
"Who was a monster, Sibyll?" Dumbledore asked, looking at her over his half-moon glasses.
"The creature in Diagon Alley. He was like a gaping maw. He wanted to swallow everything. Consume us all, every one of us."
"Have you been drinking again, Sibyll?" Dumbledore asked.
She shook her head with violent fervor. "No, Albus, I have not been drinking again! I Saw him with my own eyes, I did. He was hunger given flesh. He was just walking down the street like he wasn't a monster but a man. He wasn't even really trying to hide what he was, but no one else could see it. He's going to kill us all, Albus. He's going to eat the world whole."
Summary: An AU of the Wish starring vamp-Xander. (NOTE: HBP didn't happen in this world. Both BtVS and HP are warped and rearranged.) Xander/Willow at start. Some *SLASH* but in a largely non-connish way and with no real "relationship" other than power games.
I'm just picking up where I was at last time and we'll go on from here. Check out the earlier segments at tthfanfic.org: http://tthf.me/a6Wr.
A lot of times these segments will be uploaded from my Kindle Fire (I've been doing a lot of writing on it.) They'll be only loosely edited and sometimes I have a real problem thinking up the word I want to use on the fly, and with my KiF I just write and soldier through reality. If you spot any errors, please let me know so I can fix them in my final copy.
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15. part fifteen
At the best of times Grimmauld Place was gloomy and depressing, but then everyone had been on edge dealing with the capture and probable death of Snape. Then had come the news about poor Fred.
The Weasleys had bonded together and there was no way Molly was letting any of her children out of her sight. Somehow Harry had been included in their number, not that he particularly minded.
He was feeling a bit out of sorts and his scar had taken to throbbing with almost-pain at the strangest moments.
"It feels as though he's... puzzled?" It came out sounding more like a question than he planned but he couldn't help that. He was getting a nagging sense of wrongness and he rather thought it was Voldemort's confusion more than his own.
Harry was seated next to Molly with the rest of the Order arrayed around the room. He was glad of her presence as he was uncomfortable being the center of attention.
"Can you tell why he's puzzled?" Dumbledore asked, leaning forward in his armchair.
Harry shook his head. "I think he got some unexpected news, but I don't know anything more."
"Hm." Dumbledore steepled his hands in front of his chin as he thought. "I wish we knew more, but without Severus we will have to handle things alone. Come to me after the meeting Harry and we'll work on your Occlumency some more."
Without Snape, Dumbledore had been teaching Harry himself. Harry had thought it would be easy and that the only reason why he couldn't get it before was because Snape was a terrible teacher. It might still have been true, but Harry was starting to think he might be a terrible student too.
He'd seen the frustration in Dumbledore's eye.
There was a sudden clatter from the other room and a rather ashen faced Arthur came into the room.
"Arthur?" Molly questioned. Her hands were clenched in the folds of her dress.
Arthur gave them all a pained look before focusing on Dumbledore. "Albus, I've just come from the Ministry. A news report came to Muggle Affairs. Hermione and her family... they've been killed."
"Death Eaters?" Dumbledore had gone pale. He suddenly looked years older.
"No," Arthur said. "They think it was one of those muggle serial killers or some such. There were no traces of magic."
Even as Ginny cried and Ron raged and the whole room seemed to break into an uproar, Harry sat perfectly still. It felt as though his ears had been stuffed with cotton because he didn't know what to do. There was just nothing.
Hermione was dead, and he felt completely hollow.