LP HP: Second Dose- A Story in Twenty-Eight Snippets
by Tavalya Ra
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J. K. Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Rowling is a goddess; may she have mercy on my soul for writing this.
Author's Notes: Thank you to Mawkish for putting me up to the challenge of writing this and to everyone who read and commented upon the story in April- especially Skip, who never failed to make me laugh.
To whispers of an angel- you crack me up. To snakecharmer- despite my original intention to abandon the pairing, I may continue to post short Snape/Black stories set in the LP HP/SD timeline because it was established as an AU before the release of OotP. However, this does mean that certain characters will be OOC, most notably Sirius Black. To Wyrm- because I am a Slytherin. To Elwen Rhiannon- that's a very good question. To moonygirl13- here's more. Thank you also to vita brevis, Exwhyzed, and Tobyas for reviewing.
If anyone wishes to archive this story on his or her site, please contact me at clearbluedelphia@yahoo.com.
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Snippet #24: Foolish Boy
At the sound of the Killing Curse coming from the mouth of Harry Potter, Voldemort whirled around and screamed at the same time, "Expelliarmus!"
The result was the inevitable. Gold light shot from both wands and connected. Beams splintered from the thread at crazy angles creating a cage around them. Harry's ears filled with phoenix song as large globes of light appeared. Priori Incantatem was achieved.
His wand throbbed in his hand, but his grip was steady and his heart was set.
"Severus and Aurora are my family!" he shouted. "You will not take them from me! You will not!"
"You're a foolish boy!" Voldemort retorted. "There is no good or evil! There is power and I am the most powerful being on Earth! Hate is greater than love, you fool! Hate consumes and love burns to nothing!"
Harry narrowed his eyes, squinting at the beads. He would force them back… he had to force them back…
For my father, he thought. For my mother. For Sirius, for Remus, for Severus, for Aurora…
For everyone.
"I don't need a wand for magic!" Voldemort declared. "Morsmordi!"
The Mark on Harry's arm, a twin to Severus's, ignited in pain. Harry's concentration did not flicker. He was stronger than that; he would not be defeated by a cheap trick.
"Morsmordi!"
Let Voldemort scream his foul spell all he wished; it took his focus away from the Priori Incantatem, allowing Harry to easily push the beads away.
Voldemort raised his voice and this time chanted, "Dementis!"
Without warning, Harry was plunged into the cold, into the icy grip of his heart's trauma…
"Not Harry, not Harry, please not Harry!"
Swirling mist filled his mind. He saw nothing, not the even the light of the golden threads. Fawkes's song died in his ears.
"Not Harry, please, no, take me, kill me instead-"
The spell was broken by Harry's wand shattering in his hand.
