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Synopsis: There is a power in words said with intent that makes of the world and a man what they are.

Warnings: Themes. Imagery. spoilers, possible British spelling, deliberate abuse of grammar, possibility of disappointed expectations etc., stumbling off the path of light.

Read Responsibly.


Onomatopoeia

by

R S Slagondrayer

"Muggle."

It sounded odd, like a mudpie that Muddle and Haggle would make together in the back of their yard. That is what they called him when they found out his parents weren't magic.

"Squib."

Squib, like Squash and something that someone someday would make from frozen quiche. That is what they called his parents when they found out his parents were magic but not.

"Snake."

Snake, slithering with its syllables hissed until he could see it glistening green-silver in the grass. That is what they called him when they sorted out his magic. A hat trick of names he'd heard since his learning of magic.

"Dark."

Dark. Short and black. A word that began but never ended, because it swallowed everything up. That is what they called the first spell he ever made - the one that made all the candles go out, and the hairs on their arms stand on their ends.

"Lord."

Lord, magnanimous and wide. That is what the preacher said when he overheard the man start a prayer for him. That was before he swapped his Ave Marias for Avada Kedavras.

"Die."

That is what the man said, when he attacked with wand raised. Die. Short and sweet. But too short to get the job done; too sweet in the mouth.

"Avada Kedavra."

Behold, a cadaver. That is what he thought. The other was what he called it when his spell was complete and the body lay still and silent at his feet.

"Unforgiveable."

Magic's Cain, they would compare (declare?), him, the one who taught their world to kill with words; Adam and Eve of the wizarding world's own original sins.

The Beginning and the End.


A/N:

Onomatopoeia

- the formation of a word from a sound associated with what it is naming

- originates from the Greek word onomatopoiia meaning 'word-making'.

Even in the real world, words can be spells – they have the power to make us feel and become what they say – beautiful, ugly, cruel, kind, friend, enemy, love, hate, faithful, faithless, boring, exciting. Sometimes we find and choose the words, sometimes others choose them for us, and sometimes they have already chosen us, and are waiting to be uncovered. We go through life collecting and being collected by these words, and throughout come to define them for others.

What words are you becoming? What words are you choosing for others to become?

Thank you for reading.

May your well-wished words be your most well-spun spells,

R S Slagondrayer


The Summer We Bathed in the River Styx (Trilogy)

1. The Secret Keeper (Severus/Petunia) - The Summer itself

2. I Love You (Draco/Pansy) – The Summer followed Spring's end.

3. Onomatopoeia (OC/Salazar Slytherin) – There were many summers before the last.