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Jun. 21st, 2003 10:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demeter918I actually did write these before I got the fifth book, but I was excited about the midnight bash, that I kind of forgot to upload and do one, final countdown. And I had a really excellent word too.
So...
No Days, No Hours, and No Minutes until The Fifth Resurrection.
It was lies. All terrible, black lies.
Didn’t matter whether he was a reformed Death Eater. Didn’t matter he was the Head of a House notorious for churning out Dark Wizards. Didn’t matter that he was in danger all the time and one slip-up, one accident, and it would be over, murdered.
But no one believed him. No one wanted to believe him. Him. The greatest wizard ever. In his own, personal opinion. Regardless of how low people may regard it.
No one, not even the once-cowering Fudge, believed him.
No one.
And Severus Snape didn’t want to believe that.
There were echoing sobs. Hands covered trembling ears, and tried to ignore the dying screams and tortured gasps. Death was around the corner. Was around every corner. No escaping. No leaving. No changing.
She wanted her mother. Her father. Her dear brothers. She wanted them all. But none, at the same time. What would they think of her, shaking like a frightened rabbit, when she was of the noble Gryffindor House, who’s very mascot was the roaring Lion!
But she wasn’t like the twins, who might have mocked and made fun of all the Death Eaters. She wasn’t like Ron, who would be completely sure that Harry or Hermione would come up with a way to save him. She wasn’t like Charlie or Bill or Percy who would blast their way through the bloody madness and escape themselves.
She was…
She was…
I was intrigued by the second one. I've never written a Ginny-fic before (or even a drabble) and I felt that my obsession with the Slytherins, so well-founded, needed to be set aside for a little while. Besides. Especially after finishing part of the book, I'm glad I'm saving my venting and raving and ranting and absolute fury for another day.
So...
No Days, No Hours, and No Minutes until The Fifth Resurrection.
It was lies. All terrible, black lies.
Didn’t matter whether he was a reformed Death Eater. Didn’t matter he was the Head of a House notorious for churning out Dark Wizards. Didn’t matter that he was in danger all the time and one slip-up, one accident, and it would be over, murdered.
But no one believed him. No one wanted to believe him. Him. The greatest wizard ever. In his own, personal opinion. Regardless of how low people may regard it.
No one, not even the once-cowering Fudge, believed him.
No one.
And Severus Snape didn’t want to believe that.
There were echoing sobs. Hands covered trembling ears, and tried to ignore the dying screams and tortured gasps. Death was around the corner. Was around every corner. No escaping. No leaving. No changing.
She wanted her mother. Her father. Her dear brothers. She wanted them all. But none, at the same time. What would they think of her, shaking like a frightened rabbit, when she was of the noble Gryffindor House, who’s very mascot was the roaring Lion!
But she wasn’t like the twins, who might have mocked and made fun of all the Death Eaters. She wasn’t like Ron, who would be completely sure that Harry or Hermione would come up with a way to save him. She wasn’t like Charlie or Bill or Percy who would blast their way through the bloody madness and escape themselves.
She was…
She was…
I was intrigued by the second one. I've never written a Ginny-fic before (or even a drabble) and I felt that my obsession with the Slytherins, so well-founded, needed to be set aside for a little while. Besides. Especially after finishing part of the book, I'm glad I'm saving my venting and raving and ranting and absolute fury for another day.
