(Bows) Okay, first off, I must say that I am no longer at all happy with this version of Doujinshi. At all.
So I'm discontinueing it.
But I'm going to rewrite it.
And leave this version up.
I've already started to rewrite it, and so far its 39 pages in OpenOffice. (sweatdrop) I'm going to lengthen the chapters, move around parts and delete some things and put in a lot of other stuff.
Other things of semiimportance:
--'Silent Butterfly' is also going to get rewriten. Once I have the enthusiaism for it again.
--The 'Helen' subplot from SB is going to have its own story and is in its second incarnation on my laptop.
--I'm also working on another story titled 'Thirty Minutes'. Summery: Harry gets killed by Imperio'ed!Snape and it has a single, very interesting result. And this one is actually totally indepent of all my other stories. (sweatdrop)
--There is also another story, currently titled 'From Another Time' or 'Stolen for Time' where Tom is...literally stolen from a moment of time. There's only about seven hundred words to that one though...
--Second to last, there is a story I want to write around the words 'Narsissa always wore a mask and liked to play pretend.'. But thats about as far as I've gotten...
--And lastly, we have 'Snake-Tounged Cat'...which I'm not sure if I'm going to continue. But here's a preview of it, reguardless. (grins)
SNAKE-TOUNGED CAT
The Order didn't really take any notice when Harry Potter started to know more of what was happening at the Death Eater meetings than what Snape did. They didn't notice because they never payed attention. And after all, what was better than a spy on both sides?
Voldemort had decided something while he was asleep.
He needed a cat.
All good... all great wizards had cats, didn't they?
Therefore, Voldemort needed a cat.
Miles away, safe in his bed, a boy began to laugh darkly before slipping into the night and away from Little Whinging.
/--/
Voldemort preened upon his throne, preened as he thought of the task that he had sent his Death Eaters upon this morning. At first daylight he had called, called until their Marks burned far into their skin, called until each and every last one had appeared before him.
He had set them to their task, pacing his dais, waving his hands about in grand gestures as he explained what kind of cat he wanted--no, needed--to be a great wizard.
Black as the remains of his shattered soul, black as the night without light and hope. It's eyes were to be of green, the color of greed and of Avada Kedavra.
He had been much pleased that his loyal subjects had fled to do his bidding, to find his perfect pet.
He had been ... lonely since he had killed Nagini.
/--/
Lucius Malfoy paced inside his manor, worry carving deep into his features. He stopped before he started again, running his hands though his blond hair in frustration.
Where was he going to find a cat worthy of his master?
/--/
"So I'm not going to see you for awhile after this, am I?"
"No."
"But I will see you again. ...Right?"
Silence.
/--/
Voldemort was getting angry.
The little black cat that Lucius held in his arms was hopefully going to appease his master much.
Then again, is had been five days since the order, and no one had returned with a cat good enough for their Lord.
The cats never had the right shade of black, never had the correct eye color.
Lucius only could pray that he had a good one.
/--/
Voldemort watched in aggitation as Death Eater after Death Eater brought forward their gifts to their master.
He had sneered at each and every attempt.
The last one, from Nott, had left his hands ashed stained.
He frowned in concentration as Lucius stepped forward for the first time, a cat cradeled gently within his embrace.
Putting the cat down lightly on the ground, Lucius then kneeled before falling into an even more servile position. "I hope he pleases you, Milord," he said to the ground.
Voldemort tilted he head as he watched the cat, exactly as he had pictured in his mind.
The cats fur had the same shine as raven's wings, and its sharp pointed little teeth gleamed like ivory. And its eyes! They positively glowed with an intelegence and greed for... something...
Voldemort felt as if the cat was gaugeing him, ripping apart his mind and poking at all the unseen places, reading him like a book.
After a moment of this quiet introspection, Voldemort spoke. "His name?"
Lucius startled, forgetting for a second how to talk. "D-draco named him Neko--"
Everyone stopped as they watched the cat slowly pace forward to sit milimeters from Voldemort's robes. The cat then bent oddly, giving the impression of kissing the robes before it as its little pink tounge darted out of its mouth to run roughly upon it.
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Well, that's about it. Sorry about the major haitus. I hope to be back soon. (grins and waves.)
--Glue Project