Fic Amnesty Day! 2 fics.
Title:Conquerer of Death
Rating/Warnings:g
Characters/Pairing: n/a
Summary: a poem about the deathly hallows
Word Count: 69
Author's Notes: :)
Registered purchases?: both!
A stick
A stone
A silver thread
With these did death conquer himself
Invincible
Invisible
Traveller between worlds
These powers did death give to conquer himself
A loss to deep
A death too evil
Hidden from the world
These responsibilities did death give to conquer himself
But man made another easier path
Which rips the soul apart
Do you still wish to conquer death
The easy way or hard?
Title: Guerilla Fighting
Rating/Warnings: pg
Characters/Pairing: order members, remus/tonks
Summary: they're in the middle of a civil war, and Remus cant believe he let her help. its too dangerous.
Word Count: 985
Author's Notes:
Registered purchases?: both!
They were in the middle of a civil war. And he had been foolish to let her help.
Remus knew it had been wrong to get her involved in this- if she didn’t come back… he couldn’t forgive himself. He ran a hand through his greying brown hair, gazing up at the stars. His head cracked as he heard a body stumbling through the undergrowth. His hand tightened around the small handgun in his pocket.
He sighed when he saw her emerge from the bush, covered in twigs and mud, relief written across her face as she ran to him.
“Remus, you’re ok!”
Grinning, he caught Dora up in a tight hug, breathing in her sweet scent. Even though they’d been parted for no more than an hour, he’d missed her terribly, and the knot in his stomach loosened as he held her, kissing her gently. She returned the favour fiercely- obviously shed been just as worried for him as he had been during the battle for her.
“I was scared for you,” he murmured, running a hand through her short dark purple hair. She grinned in response, slipping her small hands into his larger ones.
“I can handle myself, Remus.” She chuckled.
“Sure you can…” he muttered, smirking. “Just like that time you could handle yourself on the stairs… remind me what happened? Didn’t you fall and break something?”
She elbowed him playfully. “You’re imagining things, love. I most definitely didn’t fall up those stairs.”
He laughed with her, just glad to have her back. It was so hard to concentrate when he was away from her… she was so clumsy, he hated to think what kind of trouble she’d gotten in tonight…
“So, everything go according to plan?” he asked seriously. Her grey eyes darkened.
“They were.” She said, pouting. “Then I got caught red handed, wiring the timer to the engine.”
Remus’ breath caught in hid throat. “Did they find the rest? How did you…”
She shrugged. They didn’t have time to find the rest, I was running late as it was-” she showed him the singed hem of her long dark jacket- “but I wasn’t their biggest concern once the whole row of oil tankers starting exploding behind them.” She grinned. “We’re going to win this, Remus, I can feel it.”
He nodded, experiencing a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t so sure… they’d taken over so long ago… the fact they were still alive was a miracle in itself.
“Is anyone else back?” Dora asked after a long silence.
Remus swallowed. “Moody and Dung should have been back first… they haven’t turned up. Harry and Hagrid are here… but everyone else is late.” Dora bit her lip, staring over his shoulder to the small, rickety abandoned cottage they were using as a meeting point. A single, dim light flickered in one of the windows.
There was a crash behind them. They both whipped around, Remus pulling a gun from his jacket, stepping in front of Tonks. But two familiar faces emerged from the trees.
“Bill!” Tonks cried, running and hugging him, then an exhausted Fleur that stood behind him, smiling weakly.
“Did you get it?” Remus asked. Bill nodded, throwing Remus a small tin box.
“Its all in the notebook- addresses, names, dates- we could have ourselves a little firework display with what’s in there.” Bill pulled his long red hair back into a tidier pony tail, suddenly serious. “Remus- we’re not all coming back.”
Remus’ head snapped up from the small leather notebook in the tin.
“What?”
“Moody. He’s dead.”
Remus starred at Bill. He couldn’t mean dead, could he? Not actually, really dead…
“Are you sure?” He choked out. Bill nodded.
“Saw it myself. Their commander went straight for him and Dung when we set off the diversion- Dung scampered, of course- and He got Moody straight in the face.”
There was a small sob from next to him, and Remus felt Tonks’ small, warm hand find its way into one of his, grasping it tightly. He couldn’t imagine how she must be feeling- Moody had been the one who had trained her for two years- they’d been as thick as thieves since she’d joined the order. He was one of her best friends.
“Sorry,” Remus muttered, wrapping his arms around her, locking her head under his chin. She grasped him tightly.
“It’s just… if someone were to die… I never thought it would be him.” She choked.
“I know…” He murmured, stroking her hair. He looked back at Bill. “What about the body?”
“We got the whole building on fire, Remus. Half the street got it too. I don’t know that you could call it a body anymore.” Remus winced as another small sob escaped Tonks’ chest. He kissed her head as a loud thumping announced the return of Kingsley, Hermione and Ron. Kingsley held up a small key triumphantly, the smile sliding off his face when he saw the others serious expressions and Tonks clutching Remus with wide eyes.
“Who…”
“Moody.”
There was a small gasp from Hermione- Ron pulled her into a hug, and Remus smiled at the young boy. He knew what they were all thinking- Moody had always been there. He was the consummate survivor- he had gotten through the last war as well. He hadn’t deserved an ending like this. “Guess his vigilance just wasn’t enough this time.” Remus said softly. Tonks smiled sadly into his chest as he led her to the house.
“We’ll get them for this Remus,” She whispered fiercely. “Even if we have to rip our country apart to get them, we’ll get our revenge. They haven’t seen anything yet.”
Remus knew she was right. They would fight for what was theirs, and they would go down in history as the greatest patriots the world had ever seen.
No, they hadn’t seen anything yet.
POINTS:
69/30=3
+5 for bonuses = 8
985/30= 33
+10 for bonuses = 43
TOTAL: 51 points for Gryffindor!
Rating/Warnings:g
Characters/Pairing: n/a
Summary: a poem about the deathly hallows
Word Count: 69
Author's Notes: :)
Registered purchases?: both!
A stick
A stone
A silver thread
With these did death conquer himself
Invincible
Invisible
Traveller between worlds
These powers did death give to conquer himself
A loss to deep
A death too evil
Hidden from the world
These responsibilities did death give to conquer himself
But man made another easier path
Which rips the soul apart
Do you still wish to conquer death
The easy way or hard?
Title: Guerilla Fighting
Rating/Warnings: pg
Characters/Pairing: order members, remus/tonks
Summary: they're in the middle of a civil war, and Remus cant believe he let her help. its too dangerous.
Word Count: 985
Author's Notes:
Registered purchases?: both!
They were in the middle of a civil war. And he had been foolish to let her help.
Remus knew it had been wrong to get her involved in this- if she didn’t come back… he couldn’t forgive himself. He ran a hand through his greying brown hair, gazing up at the stars. His head cracked as he heard a body stumbling through the undergrowth. His hand tightened around the small handgun in his pocket.
He sighed when he saw her emerge from the bush, covered in twigs and mud, relief written across her face as she ran to him.
“Remus, you’re ok!”
Grinning, he caught Dora up in a tight hug, breathing in her sweet scent. Even though they’d been parted for no more than an hour, he’d missed her terribly, and the knot in his stomach loosened as he held her, kissing her gently. She returned the favour fiercely- obviously shed been just as worried for him as he had been during the battle for her.
“I was scared for you,” he murmured, running a hand through her short dark purple hair. She grinned in response, slipping her small hands into his larger ones.
“I can handle myself, Remus.” She chuckled.
“Sure you can…” he muttered, smirking. “Just like that time you could handle yourself on the stairs… remind me what happened? Didn’t you fall and break something?”
She elbowed him playfully. “You’re imagining things, love. I most definitely didn’t fall up those stairs.”
He laughed with her, just glad to have her back. It was so hard to concentrate when he was away from her… she was so clumsy, he hated to think what kind of trouble she’d gotten in tonight…
“So, everything go according to plan?” he asked seriously. Her grey eyes darkened.
“They were.” She said, pouting. “Then I got caught red handed, wiring the timer to the engine.”
Remus’ breath caught in hid throat. “Did they find the rest? How did you…”
She shrugged. They didn’t have time to find the rest, I was running late as it was-” she showed him the singed hem of her long dark jacket- “but I wasn’t their biggest concern once the whole row of oil tankers starting exploding behind them.” She grinned. “We’re going to win this, Remus, I can feel it.”
He nodded, experiencing a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t so sure… they’d taken over so long ago… the fact they were still alive was a miracle in itself.
“Is anyone else back?” Dora asked after a long silence.
Remus swallowed. “Moody and Dung should have been back first… they haven’t turned up. Harry and Hagrid are here… but everyone else is late.” Dora bit her lip, staring over his shoulder to the small, rickety abandoned cottage they were using as a meeting point. A single, dim light flickered in one of the windows.
There was a crash behind them. They both whipped around, Remus pulling a gun from his jacket, stepping in front of Tonks. But two familiar faces emerged from the trees.
“Bill!” Tonks cried, running and hugging him, then an exhausted Fleur that stood behind him, smiling weakly.
“Did you get it?” Remus asked. Bill nodded, throwing Remus a small tin box.
“Its all in the notebook- addresses, names, dates- we could have ourselves a little firework display with what’s in there.” Bill pulled his long red hair back into a tidier pony tail, suddenly serious. “Remus- we’re not all coming back.”
Remus’ head snapped up from the small leather notebook in the tin.
“What?”
“Moody. He’s dead.”
Remus starred at Bill. He couldn’t mean dead, could he? Not actually, really dead…
“Are you sure?” He choked out. Bill nodded.
“Saw it myself. Their commander went straight for him and Dung when we set off the diversion- Dung scampered, of course- and He got Moody straight in the face.”
There was a small sob from next to him, and Remus felt Tonks’ small, warm hand find its way into one of his, grasping it tightly. He couldn’t imagine how she must be feeling- Moody had been the one who had trained her for two years- they’d been as thick as thieves since she’d joined the order. He was one of her best friends.
“Sorry,” Remus muttered, wrapping his arms around her, locking her head under his chin. She grasped him tightly.
“It’s just… if someone were to die… I never thought it would be him.” She choked.
“I know…” He murmured, stroking her hair. He looked back at Bill. “What about the body?”
“We got the whole building on fire, Remus. Half the street got it too. I don’t know that you could call it a body anymore.” Remus winced as another small sob escaped Tonks’ chest. He kissed her head as a loud thumping announced the return of Kingsley, Hermione and Ron. Kingsley held up a small key triumphantly, the smile sliding off his face when he saw the others serious expressions and Tonks clutching Remus with wide eyes.
“Who…”
“Moody.”
There was a small gasp from Hermione- Ron pulled her into a hug, and Remus smiled at the young boy. He knew what they were all thinking- Moody had always been there. He was the consummate survivor- he had gotten through the last war as well. He hadn’t deserved an ending like this. “Guess his vigilance just wasn’t enough this time.” Remus said softly. Tonks smiled sadly into his chest as he led her to the house.
“We’ll get them for this Remus,” She whispered fiercely. “Even if we have to rip our country apart to get them, we’ll get our revenge. They haven’t seen anything yet.”
Remus knew she was right. They would fight for what was theirs, and they would go down in history as the greatest patriots the world had ever seen.
No, they hadn’t seen anything yet.
POINTS:
69/30=3
+5 for bonuses = 8
985/30= 33
+10 for bonuses = 43
TOTAL: 51 points for Gryffindor!