Tragic
Author: LVB
Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Summary: Tragedy has touched the lives of nearly everybody. Drabbles of various HP characters.
A/N: This is something experimental that just came to my mind. This is a set of drabbles revolving around the idea of the tragic. They are not in chronological order and revolve around a variety of ideas. They are all 100 words each. Most characters should be obvious but I'll include the order at the end. I hope you enjoy them, they're extremely poewful to write.
It's a hard world out there. There is a lightning war. You can't help but think about why you're the one that has to ride in and save the day. It's another day, it's another fight. It's magic and it's killing you. You take your wand and one of these days you know you'll kill him. One of these days you'll stop the fighting and the dying. Soon enough, the world won't know Grindelwald. Maybe soon you'll get to sleep; you're getting old. Maybe soon you'll be more than powerful. One of these days you'll rest and just be Albus.
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You hear the gentle meowing outside. You crawl from where you are and whisper, "here kitty." You give the poor kitten the morsels you've had hidden, the morsels you're rationing out so you can live. But you can't let the kitten die. It's an omen. Day after day he returns until you finally escape. You hope you'll see that kitty again. One day you do, and it crosses your path. That cat stops you from walking into an ambush. That cat had nine lives but gave its last to thank you. You'll remember that cat forever. You become the cat.
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You run because you're scared. You race against the darkest creature you know but little legs don't go far. It's scary now. Hot breath is in your face. Your screams do nothing. Your cries do nothing. It's only the hard fangs that slice into your neck that makes you freeze. The wolf is greedy. You just want to die. You don't know it now, but living is worse. You'll become the one thing you hate. You'll become the monster. You'll suffer, you'll change, you'll howl and scream and bite and kill. You'll love the taste of blood and the moon.
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It was never about vengeance. It was never about pride. It was only ever about what they wanted. It didn't fit with what you wanted. You are cunning and manipulative but that doesn't mean you're a bad person. You don't want to serve. You don't need the family that hates what you're becoming. You need to be the good person you know you can be. You need to leave now, before you become like them. You leave. You're a traitor. You're gone. You find The One and leave the Blacks forever. There's a price to pay and you've paid it.
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It was never fair. You were supposed to be the favourite one. You were supposed to be Daddy's little flower. You were supposed to have a normal sister, one you could play dolls with. Instead you were given a freak. It's unnatural. It's wrong. And maybe that's only because you're losing your chance. Maybe it's because you're nobody's sister now. You can't help it. And now instead of a family, you have people you ignore. You grow up. You marry. You give birth. And one day a baby with her green eyes is on your doorstep. You hate him for it.
A/N 2: The order is Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin, Andromeda Black/Tonks and Petunia Dursley.