The Wand Waver
By MJM*Mudblood
(A/N : I do not own Harry Potter, any of it's names, places or themes. If I did I'd be one rich cat, dig ?)
One
He sat in the dark. A mere shadow of his former self. He sat in the dark and waited. Just waited. This was it. End of the line. His life had been a big build up to this. The good versus the evil. The epic showdown. It would all happen tonight. In this basement. This foul smelling basement. This basement filled with rats, old wine bottles and useless, forgotten Muggle items.
He lit a cigarette in the darkness and suddenly there was something visible to the naked eye. A little red light that sat in the air like the sun early in the mourning waiting to be told it can come up. He took a long hard drag. The smoke filled his lungs and the feeling of completeness returned to his heart. It had been on Muggle undercover training that he had discovered the wonders of the so called "Pack of smokes" and he had never turned back. It would all go down tonight.
The preparation was complete and although this was a good thing, the chosen one hated it. Having nothing to do did not suit him. He preferred to be busy. But now he had nothing. Nothing but his cigarette and the time slowly running out. But he would soon have something to do. Something that would change the world forever.
Or end him.
By MJM*Mudblood
(A/N : I do not own Harry Potter, any of it's names, places or themes. If I did I'd be one rich cat, dig ?)
One
He sat in the dark. A mere shadow of his former self. He sat in the dark and waited. Just waited. This was it. End of the line. His life had been a big build up to this. The good versus the evil. The epic showdown. It would all happen tonight. In this basement. This foul smelling basement. This basement filled with rats, old wine bottles and useless, forgotten Muggle items.
He lit a cigarette in the darkness and suddenly there was something visible to the naked eye. A little red light that sat in the air like the sun early in the mourning waiting to be told it can come up. He took a long hard drag. The smoke filled his lungs and the feeling of completeness returned to his heart. It had been on Muggle undercover training that he had discovered the wonders of the so called "Pack of smokes" and he had never turned back. It would all go down tonight.
The preparation was complete and although this was a good thing, the chosen one hated it. Having nothing to do did not suit him. He preferred to be busy. But now he had nothing. Nothing but his cigarette and the time slowly running out. But he would soon have something to do. Something that would change the world forever.
Or end him.