[hp drabbles] 100 words involving...genres
Genres
They faced each other from opposite sides of the street, gazes locked, feet spread apart, fingers hovering mere centimetres over their wands.
A tumbleweed drifted by, for some reason.
“James and Lily, Sirius!” shouted Peter. “Why?”
/James and Lily/, thought Sirius. Their blank, dead faces flashed before his own. Anger rose in him. He felt it in his throat; it would choke him if he didn’t act soon. He didn’t know why Peter was talking like this, didn’t see the people gathering to watch this showdown.
“You dirty rat,” he drawled. “You killed my brother. Now I’m gonna kill you.”
Explosions were still going off in the background. Harry wiped the sweat and grime from his brow and surveyed his remaining companions.
“Hermione,” he said, “you diffuse the nuclear bomb that’s about to go off. Ron, Lupin, you get the wounded out of here. Neville, cover me. I’m going after Voldemort.”
“Harry, be careful!” Ginny gasped, but he was already sprinting through the ruined castle, wand in hand.
He jumped over fallen pillars, kicked aside the charred remains of doors.
He found his adversary in the dungeons, and bellowed, “VOLDEMORT!”
The red eyes narrowed. “Potter!”
“THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE…”
It was a dark and stormy night.
I’m not an easy man to find, these days, so I don’t know how he found me. Looking back, I’m not surprised that he did; if Albus Dumbledore wants to find you, he’ll find you.
He said he needed my help, said he wanted me to come back to Hogwarts. He said I knew why.
I did. Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban, and was after Harry Potter.
Dumbledore said he needed my help, said he would make it worth my while.
He didn’t understand: I wasn’t in that line of work, anymore.
A knife-wielding psychopath was loose in the castle. It was raining outside, and dark. Not exactly ideal make out conditions. However…
“I’ve wanted you so long,” Stebbins grunted as he tore hungrily at Fawcett’s lacy black bra. Rain slicked her creamy skin. Damn, he was hot. And horny.
He had her nearly naked when he realised he’d forgotten his condom. “Be right back!” he promised, and ran off.
Fawcett waited. Then she heard a blood-curdling scream. It sounded like Stebbins.
Fawcett took off in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, because of course it would be safer among the trees.
Harry nudged Ginny’s quivering thighs apart and pressed the tip of his throbbing manhood at her hot, wet entrance. He was about to sheath himself in her silken fire, when he noticed the tears, like tiny diamonds, sliding down her pale cheeks.
“Darling,” he soothed. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t,” the girl sobbed. “All I can think of is Tom, and what he did to me… I’m so tainted.”
“You’re not tainted,” Harry promised. “You’re beautiful. I’ll be gentle.”
He was. So gentle that Ginny released her fear and opened herself to him and let him claim her, body and soul.
They faced each other from opposite sides of the street, gazes locked, feet spread apart, fingers hovering mere centimetres over their wands.
A tumbleweed drifted by, for some reason.
“James and Lily, Sirius!” shouted Peter. “Why?”
/James and Lily/, thought Sirius. Their blank, dead faces flashed before his own. Anger rose in him. He felt it in his throat; it would choke him if he didn’t act soon. He didn’t know why Peter was talking like this, didn’t see the people gathering to watch this showdown.
“You dirty rat,” he drawled. “You killed my brother. Now I’m gonna kill you.”
Explosions were still going off in the background. Harry wiped the sweat and grime from his brow and surveyed his remaining companions.
“Hermione,” he said, “you diffuse the nuclear bomb that’s about to go off. Ron, Lupin, you get the wounded out of here. Neville, cover me. I’m going after Voldemort.”
“Harry, be careful!” Ginny gasped, but he was already sprinting through the ruined castle, wand in hand.
He jumped over fallen pillars, kicked aside the charred remains of doors.
He found his adversary in the dungeons, and bellowed, “VOLDEMORT!”
The red eyes narrowed. “Potter!”
“THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE…”
It was a dark and stormy night.
I’m not an easy man to find, these days, so I don’t know how he found me. Looking back, I’m not surprised that he did; if Albus Dumbledore wants to find you, he’ll find you.
He said he needed my help, said he wanted me to come back to Hogwarts. He said I knew why.
I did. Sirius Black had escaped from Azkaban, and was after Harry Potter.
Dumbledore said he needed my help, said he would make it worth my while.
He didn’t understand: I wasn’t in that line of work, anymore.
A knife-wielding psychopath was loose in the castle. It was raining outside, and dark. Not exactly ideal make out conditions. However…
“I’ve wanted you so long,” Stebbins grunted as he tore hungrily at Fawcett’s lacy black bra. Rain slicked her creamy skin. Damn, he was hot. And horny.
He had her nearly naked when he realised he’d forgotten his condom. “Be right back!” he promised, and ran off.
Fawcett waited. Then she heard a blood-curdling scream. It sounded like Stebbins.
Fawcett took off in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, because of course it would be safer among the trees.
Harry nudged Ginny’s quivering thighs apart and pressed the tip of his throbbing manhood at her hot, wet entrance. He was about to sheath himself in her silken fire, when he noticed the tears, like tiny diamonds, sliding down her pale cheeks.
“Darling,” he soothed. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t,” the girl sobbed. “All I can think of is Tom, and what he did to me… I’m so tainted.”
“You’re not tainted,” Harry promised. “You’re beautiful. I’ll be gentle.”
He was. So gentle that Ginny released her fear and opened herself to him and let him claim her, body and soul.