Like This
A collection of sketches and drabbles intended to flex the writing muscles.
(First up, three connected 100 word pieces. Bridges OotP and HBP, so beware of (tiny) spoilers.)
It wasn't supposed to happen like this...
So fast he was barely had time to form the thought... The room seemed to freeze, a beautifully detailed painting, red and green streaks as curses were flung through the air.
Bellatrix in front of him, wand held high, a sneer of triumph twisting her features. Tonks and Mad-Eye crumpled on the floor. Lucius Malfoy, blond hair flying wildly, crazily.
Lupin, holding Harry back, long arms wrapped around the smaller body.
So much like James... Oh God, so much to tell him! Just one more day, one more hour...
Harry!
Not like this...
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It wasn't supposed to happen like this...
Bones cracking, muscles rippling, shifting, his body tearing itself apart and rebuilding. His mind was cracking, too, splitting apart. The man
(this heart is where you truly live Remus this heart)
falling away; the wolf
(all about the madness within)
clawing and biting and slashing its way to the front.
The wolf panted, shook its head, sniffed. Pale ribbons of scent lingered on the air.
He threw his head back and howled.
One more song to the moon, for the pack he'd lost and the mate he could not claim.
Not like this...
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It wasn't supposed to happen like this...
The words kept circling her brain, taunting her. Tonks hunched her shoulders and pulled the cloak up around her ears. The scratchy wool pulled on her hair, unbearable pressure on her scalp. She couldn't even muster the energy to morph it to a shorter length.
Every brush of cloth on her skin made her want to rip the material from her body, maybe claw off a few layers of skin and muscle as well. Just scratch away until a new Tonks emerged from the old, pink and raw and gleaming.
Not like this...