This fic will deal with the concept of smells – yes, I do get inspired by the weirdest things. One chapter, one smell, one drabble, 100 words (I'll mention it if the word count changes).
It was originally meant as a prompt for a challenge on xoxLewrahxox's forum. However, after a discussion with our lovely admin about the billion ideas I had, it was decided that Smells wasn't the best one, especially since I entertained it more as a personal challenge, and we couldn't be sure it would inspire everyone – vague thing as it is.
So I'm keeping the idea for myself, like the selfish thing I am ^^
Feel free to suggest any smell you find could be inspiring (although I can't promise they'll all inspire me...). I'll probably write the Death Eaters for the most part, and especially Bellatrix, but I do have fleeting ideas that would include the Weasleys, Hermione or Luna...
Here is the first one: ashes. The character I thought of is Rodolphus Lestrange, but you are free to put it on any hopeless Death Eater (Draco or Lucius Malfoy for instance... -ponders- anyone in fact).
Last, but not least – I'd like to dedicate this to Xx starlight-moon xX. First, because my author note – the suggesting characters, the idea of a concept fic on the whole – made me think of her amazing Azkaban fic, Black Holes and Revelations (which I'd advise to everyone. Ahem. Along with all her stuff. She's sort of my goddess). Second, because she's the best and I just love her. Therefore, here you go! Dedicating!
Love to all!
He walks amongst the burned houses, alone in a field of death-eaten nothingness.
The wind whips against his face. It brings the bitter, overwhelming scent of ashes; combusted flesh and burned wood, life robbed and raped until it came crashing down.
The scent fills his nostrils and the air he inhales feels lethal. He closes his eyes. The world has turned grey; his head, his chest are filled with the ashes of everything he believed in.
He keeps going, like one would keep breathing. What would you have him do?
Deep within, hope and faith have burned to a cinder.