Ficlet: Freedom Interrupted
I keep saying I’ll never write another fanfic again, but I always do. I just keep finding ways to get around HPB, which doesn’t make me want to write fanfic. It makes me want to read book seven. Anyway, here’s a ficlet that doesn’t feature Angelina or Montague. I’m getting soft when it comes to other characters.
Title: Freedom Interrupted
Author: dangerous_angel
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters(s): Katie Bell, Marcus Flint.
Summary: Marcus wrongly believes he’s escaped justice.
Rating: All
Word Count: 369
After the fall of the Dark Lord, Azkaban was full and the Ministry’s makeshift jails were bursting at the seams. Realizing something had to be done, the Ministry began the sponsorship program. Each prisoner who was guilty of lesser crimes would be released into the custody of a wizard or witch and put to work.
In their cells, prisoners cackled and snickered at the Ministry’s stupidity, imagining comfortable beds and hot tea.
When Marcus Flint was released into the custody of Katie Bell, he’d smirked at her, recalling her husband’s eyes when he’d cast Avada Kedavra. There was no proof he’d killed Oliver Wood. Marcus had always been careful to leave no traces of himself behind when he committed a crime. In the final days of the war he’d been careless in his solicitations of dark objects, which was how he’d found himself sharing a cell with many of his old schoolmates.
“What are you going to make me do?” he asked Katie as they walked out of the Ministry building. He inhaled deeply and looked up at the bright blue sky. He would no longer have to breathe stale recycled air or squint into the darkness to make out the rats in his cell. He was free.
“Don’t speak to me, Flint,” Katie told him crossly. “You don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.”
“Or what?” Marcus laughed.
He didn’t have to wait long. It was not the Cruciatus curse but it had the same effect. Marcus felt as if he’d been struck by lightening, as if there was a current running through his body, assaulting every one of his nerve endings.
When it was over Marcus’ face was red. His stomach lurched before he emptied its contents onto the street. Humiliated and angry, Marcus thought of reaching for his wand and cursing the bitch to hell. He became angrier when he realized his wand was at Ministry of Magic under lock and key. The satisfied smirks on the faces of the people around him told him he would never get his wand back, and it would be a cold day in hell before he could buy a new one.
There was nothing to laugh about now, nothing to hope for.
End.
Title: Freedom Interrupted
Author: dangerous_angel
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters(s): Katie Bell, Marcus Flint.
Summary: Marcus wrongly believes he’s escaped justice.
Rating: All
Word Count: 369
After the fall of the Dark Lord, Azkaban was full and the Ministry’s makeshift jails were bursting at the seams. Realizing something had to be done, the Ministry began the sponsorship program. Each prisoner who was guilty of lesser crimes would be released into the custody of a wizard or witch and put to work.
In their cells, prisoners cackled and snickered at the Ministry’s stupidity, imagining comfortable beds and hot tea.
When Marcus Flint was released into the custody of Katie Bell, he’d smirked at her, recalling her husband’s eyes when he’d cast Avada Kedavra. There was no proof he’d killed Oliver Wood. Marcus had always been careful to leave no traces of himself behind when he committed a crime. In the final days of the war he’d been careless in his solicitations of dark objects, which was how he’d found himself sharing a cell with many of his old schoolmates.
“What are you going to make me do?” he asked Katie as they walked out of the Ministry building. He inhaled deeply and looked up at the bright blue sky. He would no longer have to breathe stale recycled air or squint into the darkness to make out the rats in his cell. He was free.
“Don’t speak to me, Flint,” Katie told him crossly. “You don’t speak unless you’re spoken to.”
“Or what?” Marcus laughed.
He didn’t have to wait long. It was not the Cruciatus curse but it had the same effect. Marcus felt as if he’d been struck by lightening, as if there was a current running through his body, assaulting every one of his nerve endings.
When it was over Marcus’ face was red. His stomach lurched before he emptied its contents onto the street. Humiliated and angry, Marcus thought of reaching for his wand and cursing the bitch to hell. He became angrier when he realized his wand was at Ministry of Magic under lock and key. The satisfied smirks on the faces of the people around him told him he would never get his wand back, and it would be a cold day in hell before he could buy a new one.
There was nothing to laugh about now, nothing to hope for.
End.