Post by Twisted Peppermint on Feb 6, 2009 23:01:48 GMT -5
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. It all belongs to JKR. Sadly. If this stuff DID belong to me DUMBLEDORE WOULD NOT BE GAY. Heh-heh-heh.
Enjoy! ;D
The battlefield was streaked with multiple sets of lights blazing wildly across the air. Screaming filled the air as curses hit their targets. The ground was littered with bloody bodies of the fallen while their comrades stayed up dueling. The sky was alight with reds, blues and sadly greens. The sickening stench of burning flesh swirled around the battlefield like mist on a lake.
Running through the mist of the battle, Minerva was wondering if she was going to make it out alive. 'I have got to find Albus!' she mentally screamed. Dropping to the ground to avoid a stunning spell, Minerva caught sight of Albus dueling what looked to be at least three other people. Getting up quickly and sending a quick stunning spell to the offender, Minerva raced toward where she last saw him.
Finding he was no longer there, Minerva looked around. 'Where are you Albus!' Suddenly a red light streaked barely an inch from Minerva's nose. Barely missing the second curse, she turned around and standing about a four feet away was a wizard with his wand pointed at her.
“Well, well, well, look who it is! I'd say it's Dumbledore's pet.” Seeing the look on her face he added, “ Don't you recognize me? It's me Grindenwald. I dare say Dumbledore's forgotten to tell you about his oldest friend.” His voice was filled with scorn as he looked her over.
Finally realizing who this man was, Minerva looked at him with the utmost disgust. His face – which appeared to have once been very handsome – had a waxy look to it. His hair was wildly sticking
out on ends while his clothes had a ragged look to them. But his eyes were by far the worst feature. They held an expression of pure hatred, while appearing dull and glassy.
Yet Minerva felt no fear. Instead she was feeling an overwhelming wave anger wash her over. This was the man who killed her beloved sister. Lianna was Minerva's youngest sibling. She was only fifteen when she died. Her life had been cruelly snatched by the hands of this retched man. He would pay. Minerva was going to get her revenge.
Enjoy! ;D
The battlefield was streaked with multiple sets of lights blazing wildly across the air. Screaming filled the air as curses hit their targets. The ground was littered with bloody bodies of the fallen while their comrades stayed up dueling. The sky was alight with reds, blues and sadly greens. The sickening stench of burning flesh swirled around the battlefield like mist on a lake.
Running through the mist of the battle, Minerva was wondering if she was going to make it out alive. 'I have got to find Albus!' she mentally screamed. Dropping to the ground to avoid a stunning spell, Minerva caught sight of Albus dueling what looked to be at least three other people. Getting up quickly and sending a quick stunning spell to the offender, Minerva raced toward where she last saw him.
Finding he was no longer there, Minerva looked around. 'Where are you Albus!' Suddenly a red light streaked barely an inch from Minerva's nose. Barely missing the second curse, she turned around and standing about a four feet away was a wizard with his wand pointed at her.
“Well, well, well, look who it is! I'd say it's Dumbledore's pet.” Seeing the look on her face he added, “ Don't you recognize me? It's me Grindenwald. I dare say Dumbledore's forgotten to tell you about his oldest friend.” His voice was filled with scorn as he looked her over.
Finally realizing who this man was, Minerva looked at him with the utmost disgust. His face – which appeared to have once been very handsome – had a waxy look to it. His hair was wildly sticking
out on ends while his clothes had a ragged look to them. But his eyes were by far the worst feature. They held an expression of pure hatred, while appearing dull and glassy.
Yet Minerva felt no fear. Instead she was feeling an overwhelming wave anger wash her over. This was the man who killed her beloved sister. Lianna was Minerva's youngest sibling. She was only fifteen when she died. Her life had been cruelly snatched by the hands of this retched man. He would pay. Minerva was going to get her revenge.
