My Life as a Dead Man: Regulus Black, Post-Mortem (Harry Potter): Chapter Two
Title: My Life as a Dead Man: Regulus Black, Post-Mortem
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 5,643
Characters: Regulus Black, Voldemort, Bellatrix Lestrange, Fenrir Greyback
Warnings: AU (obviously), children death, much grotesqueness
Artist: The fabulous primreceded.
Chapter 2: Conductor of the Dead
When the blood wards around the area went down, I knew something was up. I could feel it inside my soggy bones, and perhaps it was my imagination but the hair on Mr. Dead Guy's leg seemed to stand on end. On the other hand, maybe it was just a wave from some frightened fish. Either way, something new was coming - and not a bunch of stupid kids this time. These were professionals, or at least magic users which automatically made them more interesting than the kids. A green orb of light caused the water to turn the color of a swamp and we watched in curiosity as the boat was summoned across the lake. Then came the voices.
"You sure this is the right place?" the voice was garbled through the water, but I could still make out the coarseness in it. It was like the guy once had a sore throat when he was a kid and it never quite went away. "This don't look right."
"Don't you question him!" a woman this time, and the voice tugged at the tendrils of my mind like those of a marionette, nudging and tugging at that memory bank. It was bit deeper perhaps with age, but it was still a voice I knew, that same sharp sound that made you think of getting stabbed with a quill. "He knows what he's doing far better than you do!"
The hoarse man snarled - not exactly the response I had expected a wizard to make, but maybe Hogwarts was lacking in their classes these days. But the woman I knew, and the word was difficult for me to reach even though I was putting all my effort into it. Bella -- Bellatrix -- that was it! My cousin, the dark-haired witch with a bad penchant for guys with all the wrong signals. Even when she was first entering Hogwarts her reputation for a bad love life was renowned.
The boat was boarded and slowly the craft made its way across the water, making barely a ripple. The orb of green light followed them, and I watched as closely as I could. Hey, I couldn't exactly get front row seats even if I wanted them! But still I was in a better position in this new spot, even with ugly's obtrusive arm. I wanted to pull someone aside and tell them just how sweet this spot was compared to being crammed in the corner of the island like a crumpled soda can. Of course then I came back to my senses, realizing I was in fact still an undead thing with a bit of a speech problem.
First the big guy emerged, the boat lifting significantly from the loss of his weight. Something about the way he was dressed head to toe in furs that looked recently taken from their original owners told me this was the scratchy-voiced guy. Even if I could squint I was pretty sure I wouldn't mistake him for Sean Connery anytime soon. He wasn’t exactly a looker.
Then a woman walked forward, swathed in thick black velvet like a sloppily wrapped rug. Her ebony hair stuck up in odd places, and the dress along with the hairdo reminded me of a broom left in the corner for too long… after being caught on fire. Bella had certainly changed since I'd last seen her - her eyes were wide and the creepiness factor had definitely increased. Where before that quality might have attracted those "bad guys" she so loved in school, now I was pretty sure those same blokes would run in fear if she came up to them. It wasn't like she was unattractive either. I know she's my cousin, and I've never been very attracted to the opposite sex, but even I can tell a good-looking witch from an ugly one. Bella was definitely not ugly, and yet... it almost seemed spoiled since she was still so disturbing.
The third figure then stepped off the boat, and his body was so light-weight that the vessel didn't seem to acknowledge he had even been there. He was also dressed in black (apparently it was the fashion style of choice), but the edges of the cloth were much more difficult to discern - definitely a nice bit of charm work there. Then there was his face. I was hoping it was just the light, but his skin literally looked green. He was bald too, and on top of all that, it looked like somebody had performed a horrible curse on his nose - cause he only had slits where it should have been. In short, the man was so ugly that he didn't even look human. I probably would have shuddered if I could. This was someone completely new to the playing field, and judging by the quality of magic he was sprinkling around like candy, he was one powerful Dark Wizard.
"Fenrir, guard the boat. You may have some issues in a few moments, but just stay watchful. And don't let them bite you." That voice. Even though I was dead and rotting at the bottom of this bloody lake for tens of years, I still recognized it like a train just barreled its way through my skull. That was bloody Lord Voldemort alright, the same guy that had cursed this cave and all the rest of us slobs. I wanted to run, swim, or do whatever I could to show him how pissed I was at him. But, again, I was dead. Silly me forgetting a very important fact so frequently, right? I swear my memory was better a few years back!
"Bella, you are to assist me with the task at hand. Did you bring the books I requested?"
"Yes, my Lord!" she looked so excited you'd think she was hanging out with her favorite pop singer. She pulled out a bag and Accioed a stack of six books that nearly hid her face they piles so high in front of her.
"Excellent. Put them aside." Voldemort cleared his throat, lifting his wand up in one hand like he was about to rouse the orchestra. But I was pretty sure this was going to be one dead concert.
Chapter 3
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 5,643
Characters: Regulus Black, Voldemort, Bellatrix Lestrange, Fenrir Greyback
Warnings: AU (obviously), children death, much grotesqueness
Artist: The fabulous primreceded.
Chapter 2: Conductor of the Dead
When the blood wards around the area went down, I knew something was up. I could feel it inside my soggy bones, and perhaps it was my imagination but the hair on Mr. Dead Guy's leg seemed to stand on end. On the other hand, maybe it was just a wave from some frightened fish. Either way, something new was coming - and not a bunch of stupid kids this time. These were professionals, or at least magic users which automatically made them more interesting than the kids. A green orb of light caused the water to turn the color of a swamp and we watched in curiosity as the boat was summoned across the lake. Then came the voices.
"You sure this is the right place?" the voice was garbled through the water, but I could still make out the coarseness in it. It was like the guy once had a sore throat when he was a kid and it never quite went away. "This don't look right."
"Don't you question him!" a woman this time, and the voice tugged at the tendrils of my mind like those of a marionette, nudging and tugging at that memory bank. It was bit deeper perhaps with age, but it was still a voice I knew, that same sharp sound that made you think of getting stabbed with a quill. "He knows what he's doing far better than you do!"
The hoarse man snarled - not exactly the response I had expected a wizard to make, but maybe Hogwarts was lacking in their classes these days. But the woman I knew, and the word was difficult for me to reach even though I was putting all my effort into it. Bella -- Bellatrix -- that was it! My cousin, the dark-haired witch with a bad penchant for guys with all the wrong signals. Even when she was first entering Hogwarts her reputation for a bad love life was renowned.
The boat was boarded and slowly the craft made its way across the water, making barely a ripple. The orb of green light followed them, and I watched as closely as I could. Hey, I couldn't exactly get front row seats even if I wanted them! But still I was in a better position in this new spot, even with ugly's obtrusive arm. I wanted to pull someone aside and tell them just how sweet this spot was compared to being crammed in the corner of the island like a crumpled soda can. Of course then I came back to my senses, realizing I was in fact still an undead thing with a bit of a speech problem.
First the big guy emerged, the boat lifting significantly from the loss of his weight. Something about the way he was dressed head to toe in furs that looked recently taken from their original owners told me this was the scratchy-voiced guy. Even if I could squint I was pretty sure I wouldn't mistake him for Sean Connery anytime soon. He wasn’t exactly a looker.
Then a woman walked forward, swathed in thick black velvet like a sloppily wrapped rug. Her ebony hair stuck up in odd places, and the dress along with the hairdo reminded me of a broom left in the corner for too long… after being caught on fire. Bella had certainly changed since I'd last seen her - her eyes were wide and the creepiness factor had definitely increased. Where before that quality might have attracted those "bad guys" she so loved in school, now I was pretty sure those same blokes would run in fear if she came up to them. It wasn't like she was unattractive either. I know she's my cousin, and I've never been very attracted to the opposite sex, but even I can tell a good-looking witch from an ugly one. Bella was definitely not ugly, and yet... it almost seemed spoiled since she was still so disturbing.
The third figure then stepped off the boat, and his body was so light-weight that the vessel didn't seem to acknowledge he had even been there. He was also dressed in black (apparently it was the fashion style of choice), but the edges of the cloth were much more difficult to discern - definitely a nice bit of charm work there. Then there was his face. I was hoping it was just the light, but his skin literally looked green. He was bald too, and on top of all that, it looked like somebody had performed a horrible curse on his nose - cause he only had slits where it should have been. In short, the man was so ugly that he didn't even look human. I probably would have shuddered if I could. This was someone completely new to the playing field, and judging by the quality of magic he was sprinkling around like candy, he was one powerful Dark Wizard.
"Fenrir, guard the boat. You may have some issues in a few moments, but just stay watchful. And don't let them bite you." That voice. Even though I was dead and rotting at the bottom of this bloody lake for tens of years, I still recognized it like a train just barreled its way through my skull. That was bloody Lord Voldemort alright, the same guy that had cursed this cave and all the rest of us slobs. I wanted to run, swim, or do whatever I could to show him how pissed I was at him. But, again, I was dead. Silly me forgetting a very important fact so frequently, right? I swear my memory was better a few years back!
"Bella, you are to assist me with the task at hand. Did you bring the books I requested?"
"Yes, my Lord!" she looked so excited you'd think she was hanging out with her favorite pop singer. She pulled out a bag and Accioed a stack of six books that nearly hid her face they piles so high in front of her.
"Excellent. Put them aside." Voldemort cleared his throat, lifting his wand up in one hand like he was about to rouse the orchestra. But I was pretty sure this was going to be one dead concert.
Chapter 3