The Little Necromancer Who...Sucked
Harry shifted his gaze desperately between the piece of paper in his hand and the large creature in front of him, but even he could not manage to discern his own handwriting.
"Might I enquire, Harry," Luna began mildly. "As to what you intended to summon?"
"Ron's Uncle Bilius," he replied forlornly. "I wanted to ask him if he really saw a Grim before he died – and whether it caused his death."
Luna nodded sagely. "Ah, I see. And of course, it therefore makes perfect sense that you somehow zombified a dinosaur instead of causing Ron's Uncle Bilius's spirit to possess that rock."
Only several months of experience allowed Harry to detect a slight hint of sarcasm in the girl's voice – and even then he wasn't sure that it was sarcasm.
The dinosaur in question was currently quite happy sniffing around curiously, but Harry wasn't entirely used to the behaviour and obedience of zombies yet (let alone dinosaurs), and so was a little worried that it might turn and eat them at any moment.
"Are you planning to get rid of it?"
Harry turned to Luna sheepishly. "The reason that I haven't summoned any zombies before…is kind of because I don't know how to reverse the process."
"In that case, Harry, I would like to call her Velma."
"Velma."
"Yes, Velma."
"I don't want you getting too attached," Harry warned. "I'll have to send her back someday."
Luna just smiled for some reason. "Of course, Harry. Whatever you say."
Harry had the distinct feeling that he had missed something important.
This fic...is a sort of forshadowy prelude to another, much longer oneshot I've been working on. It's not especially long at the moment, and probably not quite halfway done, and it might not be posted for another year...because the plot is like a tangled up slinky. With bent bits.
It's called Inquisition, and involves the aforementioned dinosaur, near-severed limbs, a chainsaw, monkeys, stressed Aurors, and Harry driving Mad-Eye up the wall. Oh, and All Hell.
Hope you enjoyed this teeny teaser.
Love Wolfie