Sweet Revenge
By: DangerMouse, The Great Immortal
RATING: PG-13 for cruelty and ickiness.
PAIRING: none
SUMMERY: Revenge can taste so sweet....
SPOILERS: Not really. Maybe for PoA and GOF...
COPYRIGHT: The story is mine, the characters are not.
FEEDBACK: Taken with a big smile
DISTRIBUTION: Sure (just let me know!)
A/N: A short little fic inspired by the line at the end of Chapter 27 in GOF: "'Poor old Snuffles,' said Ron, breathing deeply. 'He must really like you, Harry. ...Imagine having to live off rats.'"
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The giant black dog moved silently across the cave floor, like a shadow or an apparition. Head crouched down, tail straight out, ears pressed flat against his head, the dog stalked his prey, his lip occasionally curling to reveal long, dagger-sharp, gleaming white teeth. Golden eyes narrowed dangerously, a low growl barely kept in check in the back of his throat.
The dog pounced.
The rat let out a loud squeak as a large black paw slammed over its body, holding him to the floor. It squirmed and tried to bite the dog's foot, but was unable to turn enough. If the rat didn't know any better, it could have sworn the dog was chuckling at it.
The dog playfully batted the rat across the floor, his tail wagging as the small mammal slammed into the cave wall. The rat got up with shaky steps, trying to get away. It made for the front of the cave, seeing freedom in sight, hope rising in its little chest.
The dog pounced again.
This time, the dog did not throw the rat across the room. Instead, he expertly flipped over the poor creature on its back, an action performed with a skill that indicated such a thing had been done hundreds of times before. Reaching down, the dog carefully nipped off one toe on the front paw of the creature, ignoring its squeak of pain.
The rat was certain the dog was laughing at it now.
With little fanfare, the big dog leaned down and took the rat in its mouth, shaking it hard back and forth until the small mammal's neck snapped with a sharp little 'snick.' Throwing the dead animal up in the air, the dog caught it again in his mouth and swallowed it down, his tail wagging quite fiercely now.
Heaving a big contented sigh, the dog sank down on the floor, licking his lips, a self-satisfied smile on his canine face.
"Take that, Peter," the dog thought to himself, then chuckled again before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.
~The End~