Title: White, Padded Walls
Rated: PG
For: Suggestive content and the scaryness of it all [ xD ]
Summary: It's hard to be over 2,000 years old and still have your sanity....
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns us alllllllllllll!
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Ah. The good old days... They were so easy to remember, but they were so far away from now. The smell of the fresh food cooked by house elves.. The toasty common rooms.. And that wacky knight... But that night.. so many years ago... so dreadful.... the screams...
''RUN FER YER LIVES! DUMBLEDORE'S GONE MAD!'' That voice of Hagrid's bellowed as Dumbledore raced through the dining area, only in his old man boxers of little wands, screaming random things. With wide eyes, Harry stood up, only to be pounced upon by the headmaster.
"Harry! Stay down! I hear them.. In the walls... The... the... dementors!!!!!!!!!" He kept Harry from under his weight, shrieking madly about dementors... and those dead hands... and the dreaded attack that doomed so many.. His eyes were gleaming of pitch black, and he wailed endlessly. His body ended the jerking, the effect of Stupefy, and the figure behind him was none other than Professor McGonagall. Her wand was poised, a look of pure horror upon her face, never being able rid the thought of a psycho Albus.
"Harry, are you OK?" She didn't blink. Frankly she couldn't. Only as Harry nodded did her wand go to her side.
Now he was in the confined walls of white. Soft and cushiony, the doctors and nurses often found him bouncing off of them.
It was another day.. The day they thought he was all right. But they were mistaken... Deeply mistaken...
"Professor Snape, might I talk to you?" The look on Dumbledore's face seemed quite assuring,
"You may, Headmaster." Albus walked slowly toward him, hands holding eachother from behind, the robes trailing him.
"Have you noticed the callings?" The white, furry brows rose.
"Pardon?" There was almost a slight sneer, although he attempted to contain himself.
"The Dark Mark.. I realise, Severus, that it is not safe for you anymore.. That Lord Voldemort will be searching for you... And quite honestly, I wish him not to bring those dreadful dementors. So if you would kindly let me do so..." He reached inside his robes, sliding out a large butcher knife, looking quite innocent off of Snape's looks.
"Headmaster?" True terror errupted onto his face...
"Do not worry.. It'll only take one moment.. You shouldn't feel any pain... It's for safety. It must be done, Snape." With all the pleas of Snape, Dumbledore seemed determined. It all seemed quite safe until the running started. Albus walked cat-like to Severus, him backing away... The insane gleam within his eyes seemed most unnatural.. But luckily Mrs. Norris had arrived...
And now he spent the days looking at the indestructable mirror.... Seeing the world he had always known...
They had arrived... It was a quiet go..... But all did say farewell..
"White is really not my color.." Albus twirled about looking at the straight-jacket. "Does it come in any other color? I suppose not.. Truthfully now.. Does this make me look fat?
THE END!
Or is it?
Rated: PG
For: Suggestive content and the scaryness of it all [ xD ]
Summary: It's hard to be over 2,000 years old and still have your sanity....
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns us alllllllllllll!
*
Ah. The good old days... They were so easy to remember, but they were so far away from now. The smell of the fresh food cooked by house elves.. The toasty common rooms.. And that wacky knight... But that night.. so many years ago... so dreadful.... the screams...
''RUN FER YER LIVES! DUMBLEDORE'S GONE MAD!'' That voice of Hagrid's bellowed as Dumbledore raced through the dining area, only in his old man boxers of little wands, screaming random things. With wide eyes, Harry stood up, only to be pounced upon by the headmaster.
"Harry! Stay down! I hear them.. In the walls... The... the... dementors!!!!!!!!!" He kept Harry from under his weight, shrieking madly about dementors... and those dead hands... and the dreaded attack that doomed so many.. His eyes were gleaming of pitch black, and he wailed endlessly. His body ended the jerking, the effect of Stupefy, and the figure behind him was none other than Professor McGonagall. Her wand was poised, a look of pure horror upon her face, never being able rid the thought of a psycho Albus.
"Harry, are you OK?" She didn't blink. Frankly she couldn't. Only as Harry nodded did her wand go to her side.
Now he was in the confined walls of white. Soft and cushiony, the doctors and nurses often found him bouncing off of them.
It was another day.. The day they thought he was all right. But they were mistaken... Deeply mistaken...
"Professor Snape, might I talk to you?" The look on Dumbledore's face seemed quite assuring,
"You may, Headmaster." Albus walked slowly toward him, hands holding eachother from behind, the robes trailing him.
"Have you noticed the callings?" The white, furry brows rose.
"Pardon?" There was almost a slight sneer, although he attempted to contain himself.
"The Dark Mark.. I realise, Severus, that it is not safe for you anymore.. That Lord Voldemort will be searching for you... And quite honestly, I wish him not to bring those dreadful dementors. So if you would kindly let me do so..." He reached inside his robes, sliding out a large butcher knife, looking quite innocent off of Snape's looks.
"Headmaster?" True terror errupted onto his face...
"Do not worry.. It'll only take one moment.. You shouldn't feel any pain... It's for safety. It must be done, Snape." With all the pleas of Snape, Dumbledore seemed determined. It all seemed quite safe until the running started. Albus walked cat-like to Severus, him backing away... The insane gleam within his eyes seemed most unnatural.. But luckily Mrs. Norris had arrived...
And now he spent the days looking at the indestructable mirror.... Seeing the world he had always known...
They had arrived... It was a quiet go..... But all did say farewell..
"White is really not my color.." Albus twirled about looking at the straight-jacket. "Does it come in any other color? I suppose not.. Truthfully now.. Does this make me look fat?
THE END!
Or is it?