The Wand Waver
By MJM*Mudblood
(A/N : I do not own Harry Potter, any of it's names, places or themes. Insert comment here.)
Eight
He watched it happen. He was helpless but he watched. It was hard to watch but he did it. Voldemort pushed her down and she screamed. A scream that would haunt the nightmares of everyone present for years to come. Some more than others. And then the wand went up. Lupin saw it. His nineteen year old eyes not used to so much violence in one night. Dumbledore saw it. He had seen worse things and would in years to come but still it was awful.
The wand went up and the fire came down. A painful way to die, Dumbledore would say many months later in a sad and sympathetic voice. She was caught on fire and burned to death in front of all of the them. Moody struggled. It was pointless but he had to try. Lupin could not move. He had frozen. And Dumbledore just watched. The Magical force field would only last sixteen minutes but by then it would be over.
"Damn you !" Moody managed to scream through his tears. But then he could say no more. His Love Eleanor Moody burned to death in front of him and he could not save her. Lupin was sick. He was violently sick all over the death eaters shoes and then slowly thrown face first to the floor for his stomach's reaction. Dumbledore understood. Not only was it the sight of a human burning but the smell. The smell of death lingered in the air like burnt toast and a rotting corpse.
And he laughed.
Pure hatred flowed through Dumbledore and Moody's veins. And If Lupin had not been so scared it would a have flown through his also. The death eaters did not laugh. Even they considered this terrible,. And then they were gone. Apperated from the room leaving a puke covered Lupin, a crying Moody and a trapped Dumbledore staring at the dead, charcoaled and still burning Eleanor.
Moody did not approach her. His feet couldn't move. Lupin was sick again.
And then so was Moody.
By MJM*Mudblood
(A/N : I do not own Harry Potter, any of it's names, places or themes. Insert comment here.)
Eight
He watched it happen. He was helpless but he watched. It was hard to watch but he did it. Voldemort pushed her down and she screamed. A scream that would haunt the nightmares of everyone present for years to come. Some more than others. And then the wand went up. Lupin saw it. His nineteen year old eyes not used to so much violence in one night. Dumbledore saw it. He had seen worse things and would in years to come but still it was awful.
The wand went up and the fire came down. A painful way to die, Dumbledore would say many months later in a sad and sympathetic voice. She was caught on fire and burned to death in front of all of the them. Moody struggled. It was pointless but he had to try. Lupin could not move. He had frozen. And Dumbledore just watched. The Magical force field would only last sixteen minutes but by then it would be over.
"Damn you !" Moody managed to scream through his tears. But then he could say no more. His Love Eleanor Moody burned to death in front of him and he could not save her. Lupin was sick. He was violently sick all over the death eaters shoes and then slowly thrown face first to the floor for his stomach's reaction. Dumbledore understood. Not only was it the sight of a human burning but the smell. The smell of death lingered in the air like burnt toast and a rotting corpse.
And he laughed.
Pure hatred flowed through Dumbledore and Moody's veins. And If Lupin had not been so scared it would a have flown through his also. The death eaters did not laugh. Even they considered this terrible,. And then they were gone. Apperated from the room leaving a puke covered Lupin, a crying Moody and a trapped Dumbledore staring at the dead, charcoaled and still burning Eleanor.
Moody did not approach her. His feet couldn't move. Lupin was sick again.
And then so was Moody.