Ware Wolves Bearing Gifts/Asking the Unthinkable
Title: Ware Wolves Bearing Gifts
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Fenrir, Voldemort, and Bellatrix
Challenge: Heart
Word Count: 100
A/N: Eh, it's kinda sick.
"My Lord," Fenrir said, jerking forth a terrified young woman, "I bring you a token of my loyalty." With a snarl, he sunk his fingers into her chest and yanked her still beating heart from her chest, ignoring the girl and the hot blood running rivulets down his arm.
Revolted, Voldemort forced a smile before whispering an aside to Bellatrix, "Smile, Bellatrix. We can't afford to offend him."
Arching one eyebrow, Bella dryly asked, "You know they expect you to eat that, don't you?"
Voldemort blinked and hissed, "Tell me your joking."
"My Lord, you know that I never joke."
Title: Asking the Unthinkable
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Snape and Dumbledore
Challenge: Heart
Word Count: 100
A/N: I imagine the conversation on the top of the tower at the end of HBP went something like this. Feel free to disagree, of course. Italics indicate a mental conversation.
Severus stared at Dumbledore and felt his heart sink down somewhere in the vicinity of the dungeon. You want me to do what? He demanded, rolling his eyes towards Potter, You know what that will do to the boy.
I do, Severus. Dumbledore was quietly serene, nothing to show that he was asking the unthinkable. You know this is the only way.
Severus closed his eyes, hiding the anguish, I can't.
Frowning, Dumbledore replied, You must or I will.
I can't!
You have to.
As Dumbledore's body fell from the tower, Severus hissed, "Damn you, Albus. And damn me too."
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Fenrir, Voldemort, and Bellatrix
Challenge: Heart
Word Count: 100
A/N: Eh, it's kinda sick.
"My Lord," Fenrir said, jerking forth a terrified young woman, "I bring you a token of my loyalty." With a snarl, he sunk his fingers into her chest and yanked her still beating heart from her chest, ignoring the girl and the hot blood running rivulets down his arm.
Revolted, Voldemort forced a smile before whispering an aside to Bellatrix, "Smile, Bellatrix. We can't afford to offend him."
Arching one eyebrow, Bella dryly asked, "You know they expect you to eat that, don't you?"
Voldemort blinked and hissed, "Tell me your joking."
"My Lord, you know that I never joke."
Title: Asking the Unthinkable
House: Gryffindor
Rating: PG
Characters: Snape and Dumbledore
Challenge: Heart
Word Count: 100
A/N: I imagine the conversation on the top of the tower at the end of HBP went something like this. Feel free to disagree, of course. Italics indicate a mental conversation.
Severus stared at Dumbledore and felt his heart sink down somewhere in the vicinity of the dungeon. You want me to do what? He demanded, rolling his eyes towards Potter, You know what that will do to the boy.
I do, Severus. Dumbledore was quietly serene, nothing to show that he was asking the unthinkable. You know this is the only way.
Severus closed his eyes, hiding the anguish, I can't.
Frowning, Dumbledore replied, You must or I will.
I can't!
You have to.
As Dumbledore's body fell from the tower, Severus hissed, "Damn you, Albus. And damn me too."