Saturday nights are drabble nights!
More drabbles from the 15-minute challenge in #knockturn. Meh. Had a bit of an off night. Was up late smutting with nimori last night and then smutted all afternoon with snaples, so I guess it's no wonder my brain had some trouble adjusting. ;-)
Characters: Lucius, Harry. Summary: A chance meeting in Knockturn Alley quickly turns sour.
The alley was still and dark, unhurried footsteps fading in the distance the only sound. Something cold and foul-smelling tickled Harry's nostrils, and he snorted weakly to clear it away. He hurt everywhere, dull aches in one place, spikes of pain in others, and his head echoed with cruel laughter that was more agonizing than all of his bruises and cuts put together.
"What would they think if they saw you now, Potter?" Lucius hissed as he rose to his feet. "Not so impressive anymore, are you."
The moon was just beginning to rise. No one would come until morning.
***
Characters: Remus, Walden Macnair. Summary: Some apologies are long overdue.
"You remember Stanton?"
Macnair swallowed thickly. "Yes."
"And Bassett?"
"Yes."
Remus bared his teeth. "They were friends of mine, you miserable bastard. Werewolves." He tightened his fist in Macnair's tunic and shook him until his teeth rattled. "Innocent men, and you executed them in cold blood."
"Yes."
Remus slammed Macnair against the cottage door and hefted the axe in his hand. "Is that all you have to say?"
The moonlight shone in the beads of sweat lining Macnair's lip. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Not good enough," Remus growled, and the night air echoed with the *thunk* of metal on wood.
***
Characters: Harry, Percy. Summary: What lies beneath is rotten.
"The Death Eaters are gaining strength," Harry said quietly, so tired he could barely hold his head up. Dumbledore nodded gravely over his steepled fingers. "There were more of them this time. Several hundred. I... I don't really know how I made it out alive."
"Go on, Harry," Dumbledore encouraged, waving away Sirius's noise of protest.
"They're taking up positions on all sides of Hogsmeade. It won't be long until they're at our front gate."
"Did you recognize any of them?"
A clumsy fall, a hood torn aside, a mask clattering to the ground.
A flash of red hair.
"Yes."
***
Characters: Dudley, Arthur. Summary: What exactly is the function of a rubber duck?
"Damnit," Dudley mumbled. "I need a rubber. Fuck!"
"Oooh, I've heard of those. How do they work?"
Dudley stared. This was, quite possibly, the stupidest man he'd ever met.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Dudley pulled a disintegrating condom out of his wallet and held it to Arthur's nose. "You're supposed to roll *this* onto your cock first. It catches your swimmers."
"That doesn't look like the pictures I've seen." Arthur looked curiously at the small package in Dudley's hands. He guessed it was charmed, but he'd be damned if he'd use on his privates just to hear them squeak.
***
Characters: Snape, Ron. There's more than one way to skin a cat.
"Like this," Ron said, and Harry groaned.
"No. Like *this,*" Snape insisted, and Harry arched.
"Listen Snape," Ron bristled. "I know him a lot better than you do." Harry thrashed.
"And *I* have 20 year's experience on you, Mr Weasley." Harry squealed.
"C'mon, Harry," Ron said, and Harry shivered. "My pride is at stake here. Don't let him win."
"This is worth 200 points to Gryffindor, Potter," Snape snarled, and Harry screamed.
Funny how a little friendly competition could get of hand. Harry smiled. He didn't care who won, so long as neither gave up.
They settled for a tie.
***
Characters: Harry, Draco. Summary: It comes down to this ... your kiss, your fist and your strain.
"Scared, Potter?"
"You wish."
Harry took a breath and gave the bottle a spin. It came to a stop pointing directly at Draco.
"No way."
"Yes. You agreed to play. Now do it!"
Harry glared and lurched to his feet. He grabbed the front of Draco's robes and hauled him up.
The kiss was longer than the others expected, and when it was finished, Harry pulled back and punched Draco's swollen lips.
"What'd you do that for, Potter? It's not like I slipped you the tongue or anything!"
"No," Harry said, wiping his mouth. "Next time, be sure you do."
***
Characters: Sirius, Neville. Summary: On being left behind.
Harry's grief is surprising. Brow furrowed, Neville watches his friend from across their dormitory, at their table in the Great Hall, and he cannot quite understand why Harry is so upset.
Harry should know, just as Neville knows. It should, in fact, be easier for Harry, since he doesn't have to look his parents in the eye and twist with the excruciating knowledge that they have no idea who he is.
Surely he realizes that Sirius is happier now that he's joined his best friends again. Of all people, Neville thinks Harry should understand the pain of being left behind.
Characters: Lucius, Harry. Summary: A chance meeting in Knockturn Alley quickly turns sour.
The alley was still and dark, unhurried footsteps fading in the distance the only sound. Something cold and foul-smelling tickled Harry's nostrils, and he snorted weakly to clear it away. He hurt everywhere, dull aches in one place, spikes of pain in others, and his head echoed with cruel laughter that was more agonizing than all of his bruises and cuts put together.
"What would they think if they saw you now, Potter?" Lucius hissed as he rose to his feet. "Not so impressive anymore, are you."
The moon was just beginning to rise. No one would come until morning.
***
Characters: Remus, Walden Macnair. Summary: Some apologies are long overdue.
"You remember Stanton?"
Macnair swallowed thickly. "Yes."
"And Bassett?"
"Yes."
Remus bared his teeth. "They were friends of mine, you miserable bastard. Werewolves." He tightened his fist in Macnair's tunic and shook him until his teeth rattled. "Innocent men, and you executed them in cold blood."
"Yes."
Remus slammed Macnair against the cottage door and hefted the axe in his hand. "Is that all you have to say?"
The moonlight shone in the beads of sweat lining Macnair's lip. "I'm sorry," he whispered.
"Not good enough," Remus growled, and the night air echoed with the *thunk* of metal on wood.
***
Characters: Harry, Percy. Summary: What lies beneath is rotten.
"The Death Eaters are gaining strength," Harry said quietly, so tired he could barely hold his head up. Dumbledore nodded gravely over his steepled fingers. "There were more of them this time. Several hundred. I... I don't really know how I made it out alive."
"Go on, Harry," Dumbledore encouraged, waving away Sirius's noise of protest.
"They're taking up positions on all sides of Hogsmeade. It won't be long until they're at our front gate."
"Did you recognize any of them?"
A clumsy fall, a hood torn aside, a mask clattering to the ground.
A flash of red hair.
"Yes."
***
Characters: Dudley, Arthur. Summary: What exactly is the function of a rubber duck?
"Damnit," Dudley mumbled. "I need a rubber. Fuck!"
"Oooh, I've heard of those. How do they work?"
Dudley stared. This was, quite possibly, the stupidest man he'd ever met.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Dudley pulled a disintegrating condom out of his wallet and held it to Arthur's nose. "You're supposed to roll *this* onto your cock first. It catches your swimmers."
"That doesn't look like the pictures I've seen." Arthur looked curiously at the small package in Dudley's hands. He guessed it was charmed, but he'd be damned if he'd use on his privates just to hear them squeak.
***
Characters: Snape, Ron. There's more than one way to skin a cat.
"Like this," Ron said, and Harry groaned.
"No. Like *this,*" Snape insisted, and Harry arched.
"Listen Snape," Ron bristled. "I know him a lot better than you do." Harry thrashed.
"And *I* have 20 year's experience on you, Mr Weasley." Harry squealed.
"C'mon, Harry," Ron said, and Harry shivered. "My pride is at stake here. Don't let him win."
"This is worth 200 points to Gryffindor, Potter," Snape snarled, and Harry screamed.
Funny how a little friendly competition could get of hand. Harry smiled. He didn't care who won, so long as neither gave up.
They settled for a tie.
***
Characters: Harry, Draco. Summary: It comes down to this ... your kiss, your fist and your strain.
"Scared, Potter?"
"You wish."
Harry took a breath and gave the bottle a spin. It came to a stop pointing directly at Draco.
"No way."
"Yes. You agreed to play. Now do it!"
Harry glared and lurched to his feet. He grabbed the front of Draco's robes and hauled him up.
The kiss was longer than the others expected, and when it was finished, Harry pulled back and punched Draco's swollen lips.
"What'd you do that for, Potter? It's not like I slipped you the tongue or anything!"
"No," Harry said, wiping his mouth. "Next time, be sure you do."
***
Characters: Sirius, Neville. Summary: On being left behind.
Harry's grief is surprising. Brow furrowed, Neville watches his friend from across their dormitory, at their table in the Great Hall, and he cannot quite understand why Harry is so upset.
Harry should know, just as Neville knows. It should, in fact, be easier for Harry, since he doesn't have to look his parents in the eye and twist with the excruciating knowledge that they have no idea who he is.
Surely he realizes that Sirius is happier now that he's joined his best friends again. Of all people, Neville thinks Harry should understand the pain of being left behind.