A/N: So these are…well these drabbles are more like the teasers of what's to come, and they're going to be incredibly vague. Also, everything here is subject to change without warning, but I like to think that an observant follower could figure out what and why if that ever happens.
The man who had been born as Harry James Potter all those years ago stopped his work and sighed. He was attempting to carve runes into a cave wall that might, theoretically, add to the protections he was setting up, but it had been centuries since he'd even thought about the language the runes were based off of, and the work was going incredibly slowly. He wasn't even entirely sure anyone but him remembered what Latin was anymore, and these Latin-based protective runes had never been common knowledge.
A brief mental interruption gave the man pause yet again, before he chuckled and went back to his work.
Of course Dobby still remembered Latin. Dobby never seemed to forget anything.
Two beings floated through the vast darkness of space. The short one turned to the taller one.
"Are we there yet?"
The tall one counted backwards from one hundred in his head. When he made it all the way down to one, almost as if waiting for that exact moment, the short one spoke again.
"Are we there yet?"
The tall one exploded. "DOBBY, WE ARE FLYING THROUGH SPACE AT NEARLY THE SPEED OF LIGHT! COULD YOU JUST CAN IT FOR TWO SECONDS!?"
The short one, commonly known as Dobby, just smiled in a particularly silly fashion. The tall one sighed. At this rate, if would be a looooong hundred years.
Dobby secretly agreed, but whether he thought that was good or bad…impossible to say.
George was not having a good morning. He hated mornings, especially Saturday mornings. They were evil, and shouldn't exist. They should just let Saturday afternoons take over their jobs and cease to exist.
As he turned around in his bed, George saw a flicker of movement, and froze. Slowly, he turned to face it. And then, everything changed. Not that George minded terribly. It was the best Saturday morning ever, and it led him into a lifetime of prosperity and wealth.
A man who practically glowed with power burst through the door of the small room.
"Gedditoff, gedditoff gedditoffgdditoffgedditoff!" he quite literally shrieked, brushing frantically at his arms and legs. The power gathered around him swirled lightly at his motions. "Dobby. Dobby!" The man's expression grew panicked, and his brushing motions stopped. "Dobby?" Nothing happened. For a moment, the man swore he could hear a response, that…that irritating Dobby voice. Then the moment passed.
Now fully panicking, the man looked around fitfully. The room was bare, white, and small, nothing more than a secondary chamber for ritual containment. There was nothing that could help him find his best friend.
"Dobby!" The man cried. "Dobby, I didn't mean you! You're always welcome, Dobby! Please! Please…please come back, Dobby." The energy flared oddly, and the man looked down. Then he disregarded it. There were more important things to worry about right now. "Dobby, please, I just want you back. If you got locked out, come back, come in, I welcome thee, come in yo, please, I beseech you to…" This time, rather than flaring, the energy began to dissipate. But the man quickly realized it wasn't going just anywhere. It was flowing into him. "Wha-Dobby?" The man's eyes closed briefly, and he let out a huge sigh of relief. "Dobby." Just the name. That was enough. Dobby was still alive. Dobby wasn't lost forever to some weird ritual. The man sank to his knees. Then he heard a very familiar voice, and looked up.
He couldn't help himself. The man grinned and embraced the very best friend he'd yet to know.
The cosmic entity's rage quite literally shook the universe. He ruled this particular universe, after all, and everything in it was little more than an extension of his own being. And so when he became angry, an entire universe's wrath was brought to bear on the subject of his fury. And yet.
AND YET THAT PUNY THING PERSISTED FORWARD IN 4-DIMENSIONAL SPACE FOR AS FAR AS ANYONE COULD SEE!
The very fabric of the universe's reality began to groan. It couldn't take much more of this. And then a scream came, across all universes and realities that the being was aware of. A promise, a curse, a trap. Rage embodied. Only the furthest, or the most protected areas were safe.
EVERYTHING WILL END. EVERYTHING YOU ARE WILL END. I WILL BE THERE, YOU UNKNOWABLE. I WILL END YOU, AND I WILL ENSURE THAT YOU DO NOT ENJOY YOUR END.
And so, the course of entire civilizations, entire universes, fundamentally shifted. Perhaps the damage could be undone. But perhaps it couldn't. Even time wouldn't tell. This wound went beyond the influence of mere time.
A/N: Hehehehehe ;)
Best of wishes,
feauxen