For Vassilissa -- Part 1gehayiApril 22 2007, 16:44:11 UTC
Recipient: vassilissa Prompt: Hagrid-Sue saves the day. Word count: 2,076 Rating: Gen. This is crackfic. You have been warned.
The final battle with Voldemort and his troops had commenced in a cemetery in Ipswich which resembled the Roman Coliseum, and Harry and his friends were getting the worst of it. All the spells in the world weren't going keep the werewolves, vampires, Inferi and Dementors at bay for very long. And once the Dark Creatures had beaten Harry, Ron and Hermione to a pulp, the Death Eaters--who were standing off in one corner of the battlefield, making bets on just how long they would survive--would slaughter first them and then the other pathetically outnumbered remnants of the Order and Dumbledore's Army. The situation was beyond hopeless.
"We'll be lucky if there's anything left of us to kill!" Ron moaned
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For Vassilissa -- Part 2gehayiApril 22 2007, 16:46:12 UTC
Triumphant quasi-classical music, celebrating love, magic, victory and all things sparkly, burst from nowhere in particular. Pale pink smoke billowed dramatically around Hagrid like a gauzy but tasteful dressing screen. The brilliance of the shaft of sunlight intensified. A flock of swans flew overhead and, for a moment, formed a living arch above the smoke
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For Vassilissa -- Part 3gehayiApril 22 2007, 16:48:55 UTC
Rubea nodded. Picking up a handful of dust, she blew upon it. Instantly, a flock of innumerable mosquitoes began attacking the vampires, sucking out every drop of blood in their bodies. and Next, she waved her hand; abruptly, the female werewolves were in heat, and most of the males were far more interested in sex than they were in devouring the three teenagers in front of them. Those like Greyback, whose interests lay more in biting, rending and killing, suddenly found their claws clipped and their fangs suffering from a massive case of tooth decay. A whispered command, and most of the Death Eaters collapsed from the poisonous stings of Blast-Ended Skrewts. Those who managed to evade the crustaceans were in no better shape; they fled the field, pursued by maddened hippogriffs. A dragon--"A Norwegian Ridgeback," Harry heard Hermione murmur--flew overhead, incinerating Inferi with pinpoint accuracy
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For Vassilissa -- ConclusiongehayiApril 22 2007, 16:50:24 UTC
Harry looked up, and saw a black dog. A three-headed black dog. It towered over the battlefield, all three of its heads large enough to block the sun from view. It was gazing down at the Dementors, its teeth bared and its eyes glowing redly
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Re: For Vassilissa -- ConclusionerastesApril 22 2007, 16:57:12 UTC
Absolutely brilliant! Some vicious attacks (sorely needed) on Rowling's recent messes. I love the way he can't remember Sirius' name, and that he stands there and thinks how sorry he is for himself when everyone else is in trouble.
I love the idea of Voldemort picking up his skirts and legging it.
Re: For Vassilissa -- ConclusionlilacsigilApril 23 2007, 10:17:20 UTC
That's...certainly a power that the Dark Lord knew not, and a rather pleasing explanation for the Dementors to boot! Once we got to the multi-coloured sparkling rainbows eyes, I somehow knew that everything would be all right for Our Heroes...
Prompt: Hagrid-Sue saves the day.
Word count: 2,076
Rating: Gen. This is crackfic. You have been warned.
The final battle with Voldemort and his troops had commenced in a cemetery in Ipswich which resembled the Roman Coliseum, and Harry and his friends were getting the worst of it. All the spells in the world weren't going keep the werewolves, vampires, Inferi and Dementors at bay for very long. And once the Dark Creatures had beaten Harry, Ron and Hermione to a pulp, the Death Eaters--who were standing off in one corner of the battlefield, making bets on just how long they would survive--would slaughter first them and then the other pathetically outnumbered remnants of the Order and Dumbledore's Army. The situation was beyond hopeless.
"We'll be lucky if there's anything left of us to kill!" Ron moaned ( ... )
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I love the idea of Voldemort picking up his skirts and legging it.
*dying laughing*
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And yes, for once Voldemort did something halfway intelligent. Pity it didn't work.
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Darn! How could you tell? Don't tell anyone--the whole world has been sworn to secrecy, you know!
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And thank you so much!
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