Final Solution
Finally wrote something again. HP-verse, rather dark, post-war gen. 597 words, oopsie.
@}~>~~
His laugh echoed bitterly in his own ears. But he couldn’t stop, he laughed and laughed and laughed until he cried, until his stomach cramped and it instead turned into a coughing fit. And still he laughed, wheezing and choking into the dusty stone floor. The dark figures surrounding him spoke in furtive whispers until one put an end to it with a swift kick to his stomach, and another to his chest. He gasped for air, the newly broken rib flaring agony and overtaking all the other small hurts that had been clamouring for attention. His eyes watered in pain, blurring his already poor vision. His glasses had been lost days ago. The stone was hard and freezing against his bare skin, but he would have happily sunk into it given the chance. Instead an elaborate silver and black cane hooked under his chin, forcing him to look up and meet the eyes of his enemies.
“So, the great Harry Potter finally kneels at my feet. And about time.” Lucius Malfoy sneered down at him as the surrounding Death Eaters sniggered at the poor joke. One spat at him, the gob of saliva hitting his ear and running down his neck. Harry climbed to his feet, slowly, painfully. He lifted his head as high as he could with his chest throbbing fire and his skull hammering in time. Malfoy recoiled momentarily from that steady green gaze, quickly remembering himself in front of his peons. There was a strange light in Potter’s eyes, the kind of fire you see burning in religious fanatics. Malfoy and his cohorts lifted their wands, but he merely stared them down, daring them to do their worst. Malfoy smirked, twirling the slim piece of wood in his fingers.
“Oh no, we’re not going to kill you boy. We have something better in store for you. I do believe you have met the Longbottoms. You’ll be in the same ward. A drooling imbecile, quiet and partial to puzzles. A much more fitting end to the so called ‘hero’ of the wizarding world, and best of all it will keep you nice and safe, preserving our Lord’s soul within you.”
Harry laughed again, a half-formed gurgle that escaped his lips along with a bubble of blood. He gasped shallowly, grunting with pain.
“You’ve lost. You’ve all fucking lost. The war is over, you’re the only ones left. The Horcruxes are gone, I destroyed them all. I was the last one, but he is dead and so am I. You have nothing left, your future holds only pain.” He smiled a terrible smile, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth and the small cuts scoring his face, no shame of his nakedness.
“Fool, the Dark Lord will never be defeated, especially not by a mere child like you.” Lucius’ face was mottled red and purple with rage as he hissed the words. Harry merely looked at him stonily, a hint of a smile chasing across his face.
“Do what you will Malfoy, I’m already on borrowed time. You can’t hurt me.”
Lucius snarled, but he had only gotten the first syllable of ‘Crucio’ out before Harry fell to the floor unmoving. He kicked him again, exhorting the coward to get up and face him, but the body was limp and unresponsive. The stench of week-old corpse reached them and they gagged as a group. Exclamations of “Inferi!” and “Necromancy” filled the room, followed by the distinctive ‘pop’ of apparition. Only Lucius was left, standing over the body in bewilderment as Aurors stormed the building.
@}~>~~
His laugh echoed bitterly in his own ears. But he couldn’t stop, he laughed and laughed and laughed until he cried, until his stomach cramped and it instead turned into a coughing fit. And still he laughed, wheezing and choking into the dusty stone floor. The dark figures surrounding him spoke in furtive whispers until one put an end to it with a swift kick to his stomach, and another to his chest. He gasped for air, the newly broken rib flaring agony and overtaking all the other small hurts that had been clamouring for attention. His eyes watered in pain, blurring his already poor vision. His glasses had been lost days ago. The stone was hard and freezing against his bare skin, but he would have happily sunk into it given the chance. Instead an elaborate silver and black cane hooked under his chin, forcing him to look up and meet the eyes of his enemies.
“So, the great Harry Potter finally kneels at my feet. And about time.” Lucius Malfoy sneered down at him as the surrounding Death Eaters sniggered at the poor joke. One spat at him, the gob of saliva hitting his ear and running down his neck. Harry climbed to his feet, slowly, painfully. He lifted his head as high as he could with his chest throbbing fire and his skull hammering in time. Malfoy recoiled momentarily from that steady green gaze, quickly remembering himself in front of his peons. There was a strange light in Potter’s eyes, the kind of fire you see burning in religious fanatics. Malfoy and his cohorts lifted their wands, but he merely stared them down, daring them to do their worst. Malfoy smirked, twirling the slim piece of wood in his fingers.
“Oh no, we’re not going to kill you boy. We have something better in store for you. I do believe you have met the Longbottoms. You’ll be in the same ward. A drooling imbecile, quiet and partial to puzzles. A much more fitting end to the so called ‘hero’ of the wizarding world, and best of all it will keep you nice and safe, preserving our Lord’s soul within you.”
Harry laughed again, a half-formed gurgle that escaped his lips along with a bubble of blood. He gasped shallowly, grunting with pain.
“You’ve lost. You’ve all fucking lost. The war is over, you’re the only ones left. The Horcruxes are gone, I destroyed them all. I was the last one, but he is dead and so am I. You have nothing left, your future holds only pain.” He smiled a terrible smile, blood leaking from the corner of his mouth and the small cuts scoring his face, no shame of his nakedness.
“Fool, the Dark Lord will never be defeated, especially not by a mere child like you.” Lucius’ face was mottled red and purple with rage as he hissed the words. Harry merely looked at him stonily, a hint of a smile chasing across his face.
“Do what you will Malfoy, I’m already on borrowed time. You can’t hurt me.”
Lucius snarled, but he had only gotten the first syllable of ‘Crucio’ out before Harry fell to the floor unmoving. He kicked him again, exhorting the coward to get up and face him, but the body was limp and unresponsive. The stench of week-old corpse reached them and they gagged as a group. Exclamations of “Inferi!” and “Necromancy” filled the room, followed by the distinctive ‘pop’ of apparition. Only Lucius was left, standing over the body in bewilderment as Aurors stormed the building.