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 very very happy)
Two
Four years before
The wind hit his hair and blew it into his face making it hard for him to see. Not that it could get much harder. He followed. Slowly up the mountain he went right at the man in black's heels. It was almost time. The snow fell in spits and cover his head and shoulders, the sun tried to peek over the mountain range and failed. This was it. It was finally going to end.
They reached a ledge and the man in the black rolled over onto his hands and knees. He stared at the Wand Waver and for the first time in months he shivered and cringed at the ghost like face before him. The criminal with his hair as white as his face and his two beady eyes, like miniature emeralds, stared hard at him and then he saw it. The man in black was smiling at him.
And why shouldn't he ? He had killed 23 wizards and 11 Muggles before fleeing to the mountains and now he would kill the Wand Waver, right here on the mountain side. There was no time to prepare, the man in black pulled his arms from underneath the rocks and he fell. At first it was dream like, and then it made sense. He would die trying to stop evil. Just like his hero. But not today he thought as he hit and snow cushion and lie comfortably. Not today.
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 very very happy)
Two
Four years before
The wind hit his hair and blew it into his face making it hard for him to see. Not that it could get much harder. He followed. Slowly up the mountain he went right at the man in black's heels. It was almost time. The snow fell in spits and cover his head and shoulders, the sun tried to peek over the mountain range and failed. This was it. It was finally going to end.
They reached a ledge and the man in the black rolled over onto his hands and knees. He stared at the Wand Waver and for the first time in months he shivered and cringed at the ghost like face before him. The criminal with his hair as white as his face and his two beady eyes, like miniature emeralds, stared hard at him and then he saw it. The man in black was smiling at him.
And why shouldn't he ? He had killed 23 wizards and 11 Muggles before fleeing to the mountains and now he would kill the Wand Waver, right here on the mountain side. There was no time to prepare, the man in black pulled his arms from underneath the rocks and he fell. At first it was dream like, and then it made sense. He would die trying to stop evil. Just like his hero. But not today he thought as he hit and snow cushion and lie comfortably. Not today.