Lemon Drops/Illusions/Voldemort Must Die
Challenge # 193: Dream
Title: Lemon Drops
House: Gryffindor
Characters: Albus Dumbledore
Word Count: 100 according to Word
Nobody knew that wizards and witches and even Muggles existed in several planes of space and time, with their forms taking the most solid appearance in the plane they presently existed as tangible beings. As one went higher and farther, everything seen became lighter and purer; to the point that honesty became somewhat corporeal.
Thus at night, he walked through their dreams and saw their deepest desires, their most mortifying secrets, and their paramount longings. He was an observer, an unwilling voyeur.
Had anyone known, they would have understood why he tried to induce a diabetic coma every single day.
Challenge #193: Dream
Title: Illusions
Character: Severus Snape, Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 according to Word
A/N: cross posted to snape100
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant. Salvador Dali (1904 - 1989)
His heart was about to explode from all the hate and anger blazing through. It was enough for him to forget everything else and lash out at the person he deemed responsible for the terrible truths he had the regrettable privilege of discovering.
His mother, unabashedly intimate with the greasy git!
“Occlumens!”
He was contemplating tearing his eyes out when he was pulled out of his reverie by the sharp command.
He shook himself like a wet dog did.
“You think I do not plant false memories for the Dark Lord to see?”
“It seemed so real…”
“You dunderhead...”
Challenge #193: Dream
Title: Voldemort Must Die
Character: Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 according to Word
“Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket…”she sang softly as she moved herself closer to the fire.
The winter had become unbearably chilly because of Voldemort’s antics. She drew her blanket tighter and stared out. She could almost feel the cold seeping into her soul, the icicles like daggers that rent her heart apart, and the snowflakes seemingly out to bury her in an icy grave.
She had always dreamed of having a normal life with Harry, the picture of domestic bliss and contentment. Home, kids, food, laughter, and love…
That fucking serpentine megalomaniac ruined it all.
Title: Lemon Drops
House: Gryffindor
Characters: Albus Dumbledore
Word Count: 100 according to Word
Nobody knew that wizards and witches and even Muggles existed in several planes of space and time, with their forms taking the most solid appearance in the plane they presently existed as tangible beings. As one went higher and farther, everything seen became lighter and purer; to the point that honesty became somewhat corporeal.
Thus at night, he walked through their dreams and saw their deepest desires, their most mortifying secrets, and their paramount longings. He was an observer, an unwilling voyeur.
Had anyone known, they would have understood why he tried to induce a diabetic coma every single day.
Challenge #193: Dream
Title: Illusions
Character: Severus Snape, Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 according to Word
A/N: cross posted to snape100
The difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it is always the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant. Salvador Dali (1904 - 1989)
His heart was about to explode from all the hate and anger blazing through. It was enough for him to forget everything else and lash out at the person he deemed responsible for the terrible truths he had the regrettable privilege of discovering.
His mother, unabashedly intimate with the greasy git!
“Occlumens!”
He was contemplating tearing his eyes out when he was pulled out of his reverie by the sharp command.
He shook himself like a wet dog did.
“You think I do not plant false memories for the Dark Lord to see?”
“It seemed so real…”
“You dunderhead...”
Challenge #193: Dream
Title: Voldemort Must Die
Character: Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 according to Word
“Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket…”she sang softly as she moved herself closer to the fire.
The winter had become unbearably chilly because of Voldemort’s antics. She drew her blanket tighter and stared out. She could almost feel the cold seeping into her soul, the icicles like daggers that rent her heart apart, and the snowflakes seemingly out to bury her in an icy grave.
She had always dreamed of having a normal life with Harry, the picture of domestic bliss and contentment. Home, kids, food, laughter, and love…
That fucking serpentine megalomaniac ruined it all.