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 Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 5:47 am
These four drabbles are from the week DH was released. The first three were written prior to the release and are therefore NOT canon compliant. The fourth is canon compliant. Also, for those who don't know a drabble is only one hundred words.
Any feedback would be wonderful!
Caged
The court put him in Azkaban saying he was too dangerous to be allowed out. But they wouldn’t kill him. He had done too much good in the war. So they settled for the next best thing. They put him in a cage as punishment and as mercy; not that it mattered all that much to him.
It wasn’t much of a change to him. His soul had been locked away of its own volition so long ago he couldn’t remember when it had happened. The only difference now was that now his body mirrored the condition of his soul.
Sorrow
The Dementors left him alone for the most part, though no one knew why. He was a prime candidate for them, all sorrow and guilt. He couldn’t have fought them off even with a wand; there were so few happy memories of his life outside.
He did the Dementor’s task for them, really, before he came here. He took all the happiness out of his own life, feeling like he didn’t deserve it. It wasn’t very hard for him to do; his knowledge of happiness was so thin that he couldn’t have known joy even if he had wanted too.
Terror
No one knew how the Boggart got into the prison. Not that they cared really. Two of them went to banish it, one to protect the other from the Dementors if need be. They didn’t know where to find it, and Dementors don’t distinguish prey.
They finally saw it in his cell. He couldn’t banish it, no one in the cells could, their wands broken before entering the prison. It didn’t notice them at first, so before they could banish it; they were quite surprised to find that the face of the thing that terrified him most was his own.
Death
It was hard for him to admit, but the idea of death terrified him. Ever since he went to Dumbledore that night, he had lived in terror of a faceless pursuer, knowing that he’d likely die, considering the role he played in the conflict.
But he had allowed himself an imperceptible sliver of hope. A hope that he might make it through as time wore on. But then he was summoned, and he knew he wouldn’t be returning.
As he died, with Lily’s eyes gazing at him, he found it wasn’t as bad as he had thought it would be.
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Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2008 11:46 am
Hello my name is Mrs. slate and I'm a new (Potions) teacher about to teach at Hogwart's school of magic as soon as I get 20,000 in gold to put my classes on A guild. My house is (Slytherin), sorry Harry but the sorting hat knows whats best. Oh A little about my self ,Well I went to Hogwarts and I was top of my class, and sense then I've never wanted to leave. So here I am in this magical school again, but this time I'm teaching.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 12:05 am
Oh can anyone post Snape drabbles? I have a few I would like to add.
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