Title: Power Storms

Summary: Written for the "Natural Disaster" hp100 challenge, challenge #122.

100 word drabble.


Harry giggled at the roaring thunder, eyes wide with excitement. The storm was intense for October. Lily stared through the hole ripped in the roof by an errant hex, thinking Voldemort had conjured the ominous thunderheads. Harry crooned in her arms at the Dark Lord's approach.

He adores the presence of the Dark Lord; the feel of Voldemort's magic, so strong that he creates storms. That's why she loves him, and he her. Voldemort extends his hands.

She has always attracted power.

It is only when the lightning strikes her as she hands over Harry that he begins to wail.