The Trap Door
By ACK
Rating PG
Genre Angst?
Summary: Well, I asked for a challenge, and I guess it is. Dragoon_knight_tio challenged me to write a non-humor fic about Fluffy. So here it is ^_^
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury, and Scholastic people own everything except my idea. Hopefully they won't own my idea by suing me.
Hagrid pushed and pulled, dragging me up the stairs. He didn't know I could understand him; for all everyone knows, I'm just that ugly three-headed monster. But I'm not. I'm an intellectual being, with feelings. I hear what people say about me. They think I'm dangerous, that I would kill anything in sight. Not true, though. I'm as harmless as a fly, unless disturbed by light. Light makes my head pound, my eyes blur, and my pulse quicken. Light to me is like dark to a tiny child, bringing fear, dislike, and hatred. Many people hate the dark as I hate the light.
Here I sit in wait. Nothing ever happens up here, on the third floor corridor. No one's allowed up here, and no one wants to. I sit quietly up here, guarding the trap door. How I loathe that door. It stares up at me, daring me to walk away from it or open it. But I can't. My only friend who understands me, Hagrid, made me swear upon my unknown mother's grave that I would guard it with my life. I will, too. I will not let anything past me.
What's that noise? I've only had four visitors before. A man, who've I've met before. I can't remember his name, though. And three children. Of course I had growled at them; they let the light in! They all ran away screaming. I even got a good chuck out of the man. I shouldn't have bitten him, but eating keeps the boredom away. At least for a little while.
The light comes again. I hate it. What idiot opened the door this time? As I glare into the light, I see a figure of a man with what looks like a scrap of cloth wrapped around his head several times. I growl and bite the air, of course. He's made me angry, by bringing light. But now, I feel a bit better. I can hear the faint tinkling of a harp. Harps have always been my favorite instrument; they always put me straight to sleep. Slowly I place my head back down, and onto my folded paws. From the corner of my drooping eyelid I see that the man is crawling down the trap door. Oh well, it's just a door.
Just before I fall straight asleep, I realize.
I have failed.
By ACK
Rating PG
Genre Angst?
Summary: Well, I asked for a challenge, and I guess it is. Dragoon_knight_tio challenged me to write a non-humor fic about Fluffy. So here it is ^_^
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury, and Scholastic people own everything except my idea. Hopefully they won't own my idea by suing me.
Hagrid pushed and pulled, dragging me up the stairs. He didn't know I could understand him; for all everyone knows, I'm just that ugly three-headed monster. But I'm not. I'm an intellectual being, with feelings. I hear what people say about me. They think I'm dangerous, that I would kill anything in sight. Not true, though. I'm as harmless as a fly, unless disturbed by light. Light makes my head pound, my eyes blur, and my pulse quicken. Light to me is like dark to a tiny child, bringing fear, dislike, and hatred. Many people hate the dark as I hate the light.
Here I sit in wait. Nothing ever happens up here, on the third floor corridor. No one's allowed up here, and no one wants to. I sit quietly up here, guarding the trap door. How I loathe that door. It stares up at me, daring me to walk away from it or open it. But I can't. My only friend who understands me, Hagrid, made me swear upon my unknown mother's grave that I would guard it with my life. I will, too. I will not let anything past me.
What's that noise? I've only had four visitors before. A man, who've I've met before. I can't remember his name, though. And three children. Of course I had growled at them; they let the light in! They all ran away screaming. I even got a good chuck out of the man. I shouldn't have bitten him, but eating keeps the boredom away. At least for a little while.
The light comes again. I hate it. What idiot opened the door this time? As I glare into the light, I see a figure of a man with what looks like a scrap of cloth wrapped around his head several times. I growl and bite the air, of course. He's made me angry, by bringing light. But now, I feel a bit better. I can hear the faint tinkling of a harp. Harps have always been my favorite instrument; they always put me straight to sleep. Slowly I place my head back down, and onto my folded paws. From the corner of my drooping eyelid I see that the man is crawling down the trap door. Oh well, it's just a door.
Just before I fall straight asleep, I realize.
I have failed.
