Authors Greeting, Note and Disclaimer, all rolled into one.
Well, I own only the plot, not the characters, the setting or the strange goo that accumulates on the bottom of keyboards.
Well, Recently I checked the feedback on my stories, and found that there was a lot of requests for new stuff. So, I figured I'd write something on the fly and see what the reaction is! What ship? We'll see won't we? For reference, i'm listening to Sonata Arctica and Nightwish live while im writing this, and its 2am. In six hours i'll be moving house, and going to work 7 hours after that. Eventful eh?
So, my dear reader, if you enjoy what you see please review! One fic i've written has over 5000 hits, and a mere 20 reviews... surely you can do better than that! If you feel an urge to flame, go for it - but at least have the courage to leave a way of contacting you so you can be responded to.
It was dark. Very very dark. Not the kind of dark you get when theres no light on and the curtains are closed, but totally, utterly, and complete pitch blackness all around. Harry was worried about this - normally he'd just use lumos and... wait a damn minute.
"I'm a bloody wizard! Of course I can use lumos!" he thought, while muttering the incantation. Voldemort sat in a corner and pouted at this.
"Great Potter, not only do you go and defeat me, you spoil my evil cackling decor... you really are mean, do you know that?" Voldemort-the-defeated-dark-lord yelled. Harry nearly grinned at that, remembering what had finally taken down the dark lord.
"Oh come now, you know you don't like the dark, any more than you like fluffy! And you know why!" he responded, giving in to the ear-to-ear grin that had been nudging its way out through the sentence.
"Yes, I know. Do you have to bring it up every time?" was the irritable response. Harry started to convulse with laughter. "Jokes Potter? All I had to do was tell you sodding jokes?!" That was it, Harry couldn't help it and fell to the floor, clutching his sides and howling with mirth. The flashback was just to funny to bear, and the laughter had finished off Severus Snape at the time.
Flashback to the final battle
Harry was writhing on the floor under the cruciatus curse - every inch of his body was on fire, but he still glared defiance at the self-styled dark lord Voldemort. Eventually, Voldemort smirked and lifted the curse.
"So Potter, ready to give in to death?" he said, almost conversationally. Harry struggled to his feet and sent a blasting curse at the single lamp lighting the chamber they were in. Hagrid was down to about 20 stunners, McGonagall unconscious and bleeding, and Dumbledore dead. Ron and Hermione were busy with their Death Eater opponents and Neville was battling with Bellatrix Lestrange. The room plunged into darkness when Harry heard a howl, a screech and a roar of pain.
Lighting his wand up with a simple lumos spell, he saw fluffy biting down on Voldemorts wand arm - severing it, and swallowing it. Snape detached himself from the shadows and fell over, going blue in the face with laughter as he saw the scene. Voldemort collapsed from shock and the death eaters disapparated without their leader...
Back to the Present
"You have to admit, of all the ways the 'power he knows not' could have manifested, Fluffy was NOT what you thought of. Or me for that matter. Admit it, it was bloody funny Tom."
"Oh alright, it was absolutely hilarious when I think back on it!" Tom Riddle agreed, bursting out into laughter.
Hero or Villain, it doesn't really matter. When a three headed dog bites your hand off, its funny when you look back at it!