Living in Hell: Dumbledore's Army
Title: Living in Hell: Dumbledore's Army
Characters/Pairings: Neville L., Michael C., Ginny W., Terry B., Luna L., etc . . .
Length: In progress
Rating: T for strong language
Summary: For Kore-of-Myth's "Shuffle" Challenge on Harry Potter FanFiction Challenges A drabble series about the members of Dumbledore's Army, as they live through the Carrows and Snape.
Author's Notes: The "Shuffle" Challenge: I went to my iTunes music player and put it on the ‘shuffle’ function. What came out were the following drabble pieces, inspired by the first five songs that came out. Each piece was written as the songs played. They are very rough, but they are meant to be rough.
These are not songfics, just writings inspired by the songs and the lyrics that played as I wrote.
Unbeta'd.
Living in Hell
Part Two
I.
Hung My Head
Johnny Cash
Michael Corner
The pain is like nothing he has ever felt.
“NE-YEAAAR- . . . AHHHH!”
Michael Corner thinks it is to stop him from ever trying to rescue another young child ever again. And, he’s fairly certain that once people see him emerge from the dungeons, that they won’t try anymore rescue missions, planned or unplanned-
“YEEEARGH!” Michael feels his body seizing under the Bone-Shattering Curse, the Severing Spell, and, of course the Carrows’ speciality - the Cruciatus.
“Had enough yet, Pig?” Carrow sneers and Michael can’t escape the horrible rotting odor of his breath.
Instead of talking, he shakes and he sweats and he just remains silent, with only hatred and fury in his eyes. He wants to cry and grovel, but he can’t. He can’t let himself let this prick have that satisfaction.
Carrow smiles in his frightening way, and this time he brings in a white-hot iron, and he revels in every scream and every gasp of breath that leaves Michael’s lips.
II.
Dishes
Pulp
Susan Bones
Sometimes, Susan Bones hates that she is the one left behind. Hannah tells her on many, many occasions that they need someone who can act cool under pressure. Susan Bones has a naturally quiet, prim demeanor about her, something that people always said she got from Auntie Amelia.
She really was so much like her, her Auntie. And now her Auntie’s gone, and Susan can’t help but think that she’s holding back too much. Sure, she’s good at smoke and mirrors, at distraction and throwing people off the scent of the DA members that put up the signs, charm the suits of armor . . . the ones that inflame the Carrows and Snape and those Slytherins that are so blindly attached to the old ways. Plus, Susan’s learned her fair share of healing magic; she’s done some great work patching up Neville and Ginny and Seamus and . . . and . . .
Not her.
Never her.
She feels like she waits for her time, for her chance to fight. And she always looks at pictures of her Auntie, wondering if she will make a stand when the time comes.
III.
5:15
The Who
Lavender Brown
Lavender Brown wants to hurt this . . . this-
Well, there’s no better word for Carrow than pervert.
“Don’t, Lav. Just ignore him.” Seamus tells her. “I’ll watch over you.”
“He watches me, Seamus,” Lavender says, wrapping her arms around herself. “I see him looking at some of the other girls too. If he ever got us alone-”
“No chance!” And with that, Seamus gathers as many of the most trustworthy Gryffindor boys, and, at the next meal, as many Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaw boys that he and the other boys in the DA can. They start walking with the girls at first, to each class, trying to form protective barriers between them and the Death Eaters and anyone giving them the hint of any untoward behavior.
After a couple of weeks, though, Lavender decides that she doesn’t want to feel like she’s weak. She, Parvati and Ginny Weasley reach out to the other girls in the other houses and they start a system, working together to create their own protective force. She doesn’t know if it’ll be enough to protect them, but she hopes it will be.
IV.
Like A Prayer
Madonna
Ginny Weasley
Ginny hates it when she loses it. And she thinks she loses it so many times.
Today, she was too late to reach Susannah Colby before Crabbe attacked her. She thought fast and called out for Dobby. The house-elf was able to Apparate Susannah back to their dormitory, but she was in horrible shape, and Madam Pomfrey is already so close to a heart attack from the stress of treating so many students-
“Susannah,” Ginny whispers, “I’m sorry . . . so sorry. If I’d been just a little faster.”
“Gin- . . . Ginny,” Susannah croaks, “Not . . . your . . . fault.” She swallows and Ginny brings more water to her dorm-mate. “Crabbe’s-”
Ginny sets the glass back down and brushes the hair away from Susannah’s sweaty face. “Go to sleep, okay?”
Susannah nods off and complies.
Ginny beats her head against the post of her bed. She grits her teeth and finally allows herself to cry a little bit, squeezing tears out of her tightly-shut eyes. She never lets anyone else see her cry, but today she has to. Everything builds up and it’s too much and every time she sees a witch injured, it’s Hermione or Fleur or her mum. And anytime she sees a wizard hurt, it’s Harry or Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Percy, Dad . . .
Or Ron.
And she shivers and cries and slaps herself to get her to stop.
V.
I Will Kill Again
Jarvis Cocker
Hannah Abbott
She’s not sure whether losing her mother has somehow made her just a little colder, just a little more dismissive of wizards like Carrows or Snape. But Hannah Abbott imagines herself killing them.
And she thinks she would not have a problem with taking their life.
“Does that make me a horrible person?” She finds herself confessing to Neville Longbottom, for some reason-
No, that’s not true. Neville kept in touch with her last year, when she did lose her mother, sending her letters in which he opened up about his own parents, and how he lost them, and how he goes through that loss every time he sees them. But that he also keeps every Droobles wrapper that his mum gives to him when he leaves St. Mungo’s.
Neville ponders her question, rubbing the new welts and bumps growing on the right side of his face. “Hannah, I think you’re truly a nice person. Deep down inside, one of the best. But I also think that you having those feelings only makes you more real.”
“Really?” She’s in disbelief.
Neville shrugs. “I think about killing Bellatrix Lestrange myself.”
Hannah finds herself seeking out his hand and as she touches his, he colors.
“But I hope I’m not a bad or evil, or that makes me bad or evil or anything.”
“N-no!” Hannah hopes her answer is emphatic enough to tell Neville that there’s absolutely no way he’s a bad person. “Life’s . . . well, feelings, and living in the shadow of all this death and war . . . it complicates things, doesn’t it.”
Neville nods silently. They sit together and watch the sun go down.
Characters/Pairings: Neville L., Michael C., Ginny W., Terry B., Luna L., etc . . .
Length: In progress
Rating: T for strong language
Summary: For Kore-of-Myth's "Shuffle" Challenge on Harry Potter FanFiction Challenges A drabble series about the members of Dumbledore's Army, as they live through the Carrows and Snape.
Author's Notes: The "Shuffle" Challenge: I went to my iTunes music player and put it on the ‘shuffle’ function. What came out were the following drabble pieces, inspired by the first five songs that came out. Each piece was written as the songs played. They are very rough, but they are meant to be rough.
These are not songfics, just writings inspired by the songs and the lyrics that played as I wrote.
Unbeta'd.
Living in Hell
Part Two
I.
Hung My Head
Johnny Cash
Michael Corner
The pain is like nothing he has ever felt.
“NE-YEAAAR- . . . AHHHH!”
Michael Corner thinks it is to stop him from ever trying to rescue another young child ever again. And, he’s fairly certain that once people see him emerge from the dungeons, that they won’t try anymore rescue missions, planned or unplanned-
“YEEEARGH!” Michael feels his body seizing under the Bone-Shattering Curse, the Severing Spell, and, of course the Carrows’ speciality - the Cruciatus.
“Had enough yet, Pig?” Carrow sneers and Michael can’t escape the horrible rotting odor of his breath.
Instead of talking, he shakes and he sweats and he just remains silent, with only hatred and fury in his eyes. He wants to cry and grovel, but he can’t. He can’t let himself let this prick have that satisfaction.
Carrow smiles in his frightening way, and this time he brings in a white-hot iron, and he revels in every scream and every gasp of breath that leaves Michael’s lips.
II.
Dishes
Pulp
Susan Bones
Sometimes, Susan Bones hates that she is the one left behind. Hannah tells her on many, many occasions that they need someone who can act cool under pressure. Susan Bones has a naturally quiet, prim demeanor about her, something that people always said she got from Auntie Amelia.
She really was so much like her, her Auntie. And now her Auntie’s gone, and Susan can’t help but think that she’s holding back too much. Sure, she’s good at smoke and mirrors, at distraction and throwing people off the scent of the DA members that put up the signs, charm the suits of armor . . . the ones that inflame the Carrows and Snape and those Slytherins that are so blindly attached to the old ways. Plus, Susan’s learned her fair share of healing magic; she’s done some great work patching up Neville and Ginny and Seamus and . . . and . . .
Not her.
Never her.
She feels like she waits for her time, for her chance to fight. And she always looks at pictures of her Auntie, wondering if she will make a stand when the time comes.
III.
5:15
The Who
Lavender Brown
Lavender Brown wants to hurt this . . . this-
Well, there’s no better word for Carrow than pervert.
“Don’t, Lav. Just ignore him.” Seamus tells her. “I’ll watch over you.”
“He watches me, Seamus,” Lavender says, wrapping her arms around herself. “I see him looking at some of the other girls too. If he ever got us alone-”
“No chance!” And with that, Seamus gathers as many of the most trustworthy Gryffindor boys, and, at the next meal, as many Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaw boys that he and the other boys in the DA can. They start walking with the girls at first, to each class, trying to form protective barriers between them and the Death Eaters and anyone giving them the hint of any untoward behavior.
After a couple of weeks, though, Lavender decides that she doesn’t want to feel like she’s weak. She, Parvati and Ginny Weasley reach out to the other girls in the other houses and they start a system, working together to create their own protective force. She doesn’t know if it’ll be enough to protect them, but she hopes it will be.
IV.
Like A Prayer
Madonna
Ginny Weasley
Ginny hates it when she loses it. And she thinks she loses it so many times.
Today, she was too late to reach Susannah Colby before Crabbe attacked her. She thought fast and called out for Dobby. The house-elf was able to Apparate Susannah back to their dormitory, but she was in horrible shape, and Madam Pomfrey is already so close to a heart attack from the stress of treating so many students-
“Susannah,” Ginny whispers, “I’m sorry . . . so sorry. If I’d been just a little faster.”
“Gin- . . . Ginny,” Susannah croaks, “Not . . . your . . . fault.” She swallows and Ginny brings more water to her dorm-mate. “Crabbe’s-”
Ginny sets the glass back down and brushes the hair away from Susannah’s sweaty face. “Go to sleep, okay?”
Susannah nods off and complies.
Ginny beats her head against the post of her bed. She grits her teeth and finally allows herself to cry a little bit, squeezing tears out of her tightly-shut eyes. She never lets anyone else see her cry, but today she has to. Everything builds up and it’s too much and every time she sees a witch injured, it’s Hermione or Fleur or her mum. And anytime she sees a wizard hurt, it’s Harry or Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Percy, Dad . . .
Or Ron.
And she shivers and cries and slaps herself to get her to stop.
V.
I Will Kill Again
Jarvis Cocker
Hannah Abbott
She’s not sure whether losing her mother has somehow made her just a little colder, just a little more dismissive of wizards like Carrows or Snape. But Hannah Abbott imagines herself killing them.
And she thinks she would not have a problem with taking their life.
“Does that make me a horrible person?” She finds herself confessing to Neville Longbottom, for some reason-
No, that’s not true. Neville kept in touch with her last year, when she did lose her mother, sending her letters in which he opened up about his own parents, and how he lost them, and how he goes through that loss every time he sees them. But that he also keeps every Droobles wrapper that his mum gives to him when he leaves St. Mungo’s.
Neville ponders her question, rubbing the new welts and bumps growing on the right side of his face. “Hannah, I think you’re truly a nice person. Deep down inside, one of the best. But I also think that you having those feelings only makes you more real.”
“Really?” She’s in disbelief.
Neville shrugs. “I think about killing Bellatrix Lestrange myself.”
Hannah finds herself seeking out his hand and as she touches his, he colors.
“But I hope I’m not a bad or evil, or that makes me bad or evil or anything.”
“N-no!” Hannah hopes her answer is emphatic enough to tell Neville that there’s absolutely no way he’s a bad person. “Life’s . . . well, feelings, and living in the shadow of all this death and war . . . it complicates things, doesn’t it.”
Neville nods silently. They sit together and watch the sun go down.