Post by pinnacle on Jun 26, 2008 0:05:58 GMT -5
I wrote something. Which I don't do a lot. It's the desperate product of a plot bunny that's been giving me headaches. Tell me what you think, e.g. how I should expand it and how else to stick lots of McDumbledore goodness in it.
Some details: Short "missing scene" from DH; thus abides by canon (I think saying this must have made about half of you press the back button now
). Voldemort's POV for this part, which takes place during the Battle of Hogwarts. AD/MM/TR, all unrequited. If I were to expand it, I'd go backward in time, of course.
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"ATTACK THEM! KILL THEM ALL!" he snarls at his Death Eaters as pandemonium boils over. Mind racing furiously, The Dark Lord whips the Elder Wand right and left, the curse of death leaving his pale lips in rapid, well-practiced breaths. He does not even pause to see if his spells reach their targets, so sure is he of his power. Still, this was not quite the way things were supposed to happen. Every one of his Horcruxes has been destroyed, even Nagini. Severus Snape can no longer serve him. And he does not wish for the emerald lawns of Hogwarts to be marred with such blood. Yet he knows, inside, that Potter's death was an unforeseen boon. He reviles himself for thinking it now, but he had expected the Boy Who Was Impossible to Destroy to escape, absurdly, from his wrath once more tonight.
No matter, no matter; now, nothing, not even this uncouth rabble of rebels and Mudblood ilk, can stop him. He will make more Horcruxes, even more than before. Perhaps Harry Potter's spectacles will do for one of them. Snape's usefulness as a spy is now moot. And Hogwarts... Hogwarts will forget her wounds in time.
His narrow eyes cast about for his next victim. He does not wish to simply kill these frightened enemies, scampering away from him, in the back anymore. Many of his Death Eaters are now locked in combat with their chosen adversaries, and he certainly does not wish to miss out on the fun. But who - who in this despicable crowd is worthy of a duel with Lord Voldemort? He allows himself a short, cruel laugh. Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter, the only two enemies he truly ever had, are now gone. His eyes alight on his next best option just as her own make contact with his.
Well, well, well. Minerva McGonagall.
He has been wondering about this woman. A year ahead of him at Hogwarts and dazzlingly intelligent to match his own brilliance, the fair witch had nevertheless scathingly refused any association with him. He knew why, of course. Absolutely besotted with that fool, Dumbledore. Well, look where you are now, Tabby. Stooped and saggy, teaching dirty brats and leading his dying rebellion when you could have taken the Wizarding world by storm at my side. He cannot help but admire her still, however. Such unmatchable passion and life flows through her veins, along with the purest of magical blood. He can see that fire in her eyes now as they circle each other carefully. A twisted smile briefly crosses his face in response to her unmoving, grim mouth, that mouth which he, in his most base, adolescent moments, had longed to caress. "Minerva McGonagall. Honored to meet you for the last time," he says.
"Save it, Riddle," she spits at him, raising her wand as Kingsley Shacklebolt and - well, if it isn't old Sluggy, ha! - enter the duel on either side of her, curses on their lips.
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Thumbs up/thumbs down? *is anxious*
Some details: Short "missing scene" from DH; thus abides by canon (I think saying this must have made about half of you press the back button now
). Voldemort's POV for this part, which takes place during the Battle of Hogwarts. AD/MM/TR, all unrequited. If I were to expand it, I'd go backward in time, of course.-
"ATTACK THEM! KILL THEM ALL!" he snarls at his Death Eaters as pandemonium boils over. Mind racing furiously, The Dark Lord whips the Elder Wand right and left, the curse of death leaving his pale lips in rapid, well-practiced breaths. He does not even pause to see if his spells reach their targets, so sure is he of his power. Still, this was not quite the way things were supposed to happen. Every one of his Horcruxes has been destroyed, even Nagini. Severus Snape can no longer serve him. And he does not wish for the emerald lawns of Hogwarts to be marred with such blood. Yet he knows, inside, that Potter's death was an unforeseen boon. He reviles himself for thinking it now, but he had expected the Boy Who Was Impossible to Destroy to escape, absurdly, from his wrath once more tonight.
No matter, no matter; now, nothing, not even this uncouth rabble of rebels and Mudblood ilk, can stop him. He will make more Horcruxes, even more than before. Perhaps Harry Potter's spectacles will do for one of them. Snape's usefulness as a spy is now moot. And Hogwarts... Hogwarts will forget her wounds in time.
His narrow eyes cast about for his next victim. He does not wish to simply kill these frightened enemies, scampering away from him, in the back anymore. Many of his Death Eaters are now locked in combat with their chosen adversaries, and he certainly does not wish to miss out on the fun. But who - who in this despicable crowd is worthy of a duel with Lord Voldemort? He allows himself a short, cruel laugh. Albus Dumbledore and Harry Potter, the only two enemies he truly ever had, are now gone. His eyes alight on his next best option just as her own make contact with his.
Well, well, well. Minerva McGonagall.
He has been wondering about this woman. A year ahead of him at Hogwarts and dazzlingly intelligent to match his own brilliance, the fair witch had nevertheless scathingly refused any association with him. He knew why, of course. Absolutely besotted with that fool, Dumbledore. Well, look where you are now, Tabby. Stooped and saggy, teaching dirty brats and leading his dying rebellion when you could have taken the Wizarding world by storm at my side. He cannot help but admire her still, however. Such unmatchable passion and life flows through her veins, along with the purest of magical blood. He can see that fire in her eyes now as they circle each other carefully. A twisted smile briefly crosses his face in response to her unmoving, grim mouth, that mouth which he, in his most base, adolescent moments, had longed to caress. "Minerva McGonagall. Honored to meet you for the last time," he says.
"Save it, Riddle," she spits at him, raising her wand as Kingsley Shacklebolt and - well, if it isn't old Sluggy, ha! - enter the duel on either side of her, curses on their lips.
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Thumbs up/thumbs down? *is anxious*
We'll see...
