Dystrophy / Separation
So I said a few days ago that I was going to post some old stuff I had written but just never posted anywhere, and I'm following through with that. So here are two drabbles, one gen and one Harry/Sirius.
Title: Dystrophy
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Mentions of Voldemort and the DE's.
Author's Notes: I wrote this completely off of the first and last lines, and is still a concept I often think about. I'm not entirely pleased with the outcome of the drabble, but I've changed it so many times that I can't really bear to look at it anymore.
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The war had taken its toll on all of the pureblood families who believed in Riddle’s ideals. Many of them were killed, either by their enemies or by Voldemort (or on his orders) for what he felt was treason.
He gave power to impure creatures and corpses, achieving the opposite of what he’d promised. Their hypocrisy amazed the Wizarding world. They were so concerned with their purity that they never realized it no longer gave them power.
Magical concentration in the blood of humans is weakening, helped along by the massacre of purebloods. Soon the race will die out entirely.
Title: Separation (The Dog's Lament)
Word Count: Umm, 116 because I like the uncut so much better.
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Sirius, inference to Sirius/Remus
Author's Notes: This was one of the first things I wrote after completely falling in love with the pairing. Takes place sometime during OotP. Also part of my semi-sequence of the Animal Laments, which are not connected at all save for the titles.
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The clumsy glare of Muggle streetlights bathes the square in orange light as you sit on the curb smoking a cigarette. For a second I pause, entranced by the smoke that spirals into polluted air and by the look on your face as you breathe.
You sense me then and turn, take a last glance at the house you despise before it dissipates into magical nothingness. You don’t invite me to sit but I do anyway, and when you offer me the cigarette I know you don’t mind.
We sit in silence more stagnant than electrical light, and only then do I realize that it overpowers the light of the moon, lonely and full above us.
Title: Dystrophy
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Mentions of Voldemort and the DE's.
Author's Notes: I wrote this completely off of the first and last lines, and is still a concept I often think about. I'm not entirely pleased with the outcome of the drabble, but I've changed it so many times that I can't really bear to look at it anymore.
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The war had taken its toll on all of the pureblood families who believed in Riddle’s ideals. Many of them were killed, either by their enemies or by Voldemort (or on his orders) for what he felt was treason.
He gave power to impure creatures and corpses, achieving the opposite of what he’d promised. Their hypocrisy amazed the Wizarding world. They were so concerned with their purity that they never realized it no longer gave them power.
Magical concentration in the blood of humans is weakening, helped along by the massacre of purebloods. Soon the race will die out entirely.
Title: Separation (The Dog's Lament)
Word Count: Umm, 116 because I like the uncut so much better.
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Sirius, inference to Sirius/Remus
Author's Notes: This was one of the first things I wrote after completely falling in love with the pairing. Takes place sometime during OotP. Also part of my semi-sequence of the Animal Laments, which are not connected at all save for the titles.
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The clumsy glare of Muggle streetlights bathes the square in orange light as you sit on the curb smoking a cigarette. For a second I pause, entranced by the smoke that spirals into polluted air and by the look on your face as you breathe.
You sense me then and turn, take a last glance at the house you despise before it dissipates into magical nothingness. You don’t invite me to sit but I do anyway, and when you offer me the cigarette I know you don’t mind.
We sit in silence more stagnant than electrical light, and only then do I realize that it overpowers the light of the moon, lonely and full above us.