Authors Notes: This dear story is a deer shout out from all over the world. A collaboration with Schermionie, this fic is to show what should have happened in the wizarding world. A deer riot for all you deer lovers, against the deer discrimination shown in this story! LONG LIVE THE DEER!
It's D-Day, the Day the Deer invaded.
Hogwarts' students were in a deep slumber, unknowing of what was yet to come. You see, something had been going down in the Forbidden Forest. Something so dark and ominous, even the Acromantula hid away in fright.
The deer were angry.
And there was vengeance in their eyes.
And they were stomping their hooves on the dirt in a rhythm older than time. A rhythm that came from deep within Earth's core.
Hell.
No, Hogwarts' students didn't know what was to come.
But they soon would.
The hard way.
Harry was ignoring the rules to sneak around Hogwarts after curfew, as usual. He was the last student awake. And he was the first to be put to sleep.
He didn't even see them coming. No, he heard it. Heard the sound of Hell approaching. No time to escape; no time to fight back. Only time to accept and hope for the best as the ground shook with violent rage. Others, shaking with terror, wands raised, ran from their beds to see the source of the unearthly battering of the castle. And it was with greater horror that they faced the greatest malice known to Earth.
The wrath of the Deer.
"Leave us out, will you?" roared the deer that was leading the charge.
"Yes, it's not like we care, don't you think?" growled another, with eyes of a deep red, kicking away an elf.
"P-please!" cried a terrified Slytherin. "We don't know - what - who are you?"
"They..." said a quiet, silky voice, belonging to one Severus Snape, "...are Devil Deer. They came to claim their place in this story."
The deer clip-clopped their feet in a parody of applause. "Oh, well done, Sev! Because you'd know all about us, wouldn't you, now?"
"Severus Snape: Stag enemy, Doe lover," said the red-eyed beast, his mouth showing a shadow of a sneer. "How romantic."
Before Severus could reply, the leader of the Devil Deer had charged straight at him and pierced him with his antlers. Severus Snape fell, and bled.
Red blood merged with green grass, and shouts echoed in the wind. Children ran as adults fought, and heroes fell whilst cowards flew.
This was the day the deer had their revenge.
And this was the day the Deer prevailed.
THE END.
Authors Notes: This was written at a late hour, under the influence of cold, bottled tap water (me) and TESCO Tropical Juice Drink "Made using a blend of fruit juices from concentrate" (Schermionie). We thought we could do with a little fun writing. All reviewers are deer to us.
