Friday Drabbles
Two hours and 45 minutes to waste. Continuing with Tuesday's theme:
Give me a pairing (something I'd like, for once!) in one of my fandoms and a word or two. I'll write a 100+ word drabble in the next three hours.
I will write drabbles for the first 4 responses. No more, no less. On account of not wanting to write absolute shit before my time's ( Read more... )
Give me a pairing (something I'd like, for once!) in one of my fandoms and a word or two. I'll write a 100+ word drabble in the next three hours.
I will write drabbles for the first 4 responses. No more, no less. On account of not wanting to write absolute shit before my time's ( Read more... )
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The thing about Avada Kedavra, Draco notices, is that it’s too quick. Sure, there’s a flash, green light, all that rot, but when you get down to it - there’s another body hitting the ground. There. Dead. That’s it. All there is to it.
When Draco mentioned this to Harry once, Harry told him he was sick. But it was a dead voice, spoken in a whisper. No fighting, no yelling - Harry’s parents were killed by the spell, but they’re too far gone now. At least, this is what Draco thinks.
He keeps some facts in his head in regards to Harry. A scroll that keeps being rolled out, added, two more, three more inches. When they’re upset, the scroll burns at the edges, but when there’s just early morning and the bastard slipping in him, the scroll goes on.
It’s one of those burning times that Draco - quiet, leaning on a balcony and ignoring the messy haired boy that’s now entering the building - wonders about the spell. Does it burn, all wrapped up in an instant, searing and blinding? Is it a green flame like Floo powder, or an invisible one that eats you alive? Or is it really as short as he thinks?
His stomach feels unsettled, but that feeling goes away once the doorbell rings.
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