For the May Event at Hogwarts. Reads a hundred words exactly on Word, but it changed to 103 on ffnet.
He stands at the back, waiting, observing. A shadow.
Slowly, deliberately, he walks through the living masses of the army he built. Werewolves, giants, dementors, magic. They're all here, strung under his fingers like ivy wrapping around the edges of a decrepit building.
They are his alone. His to command. His to destroy.
The silhouette of Hogwarts paints stark against the night sky. Soon, it'll crumble and fall, and his ivy will grow — grow and wrap its fingers around that building until all that's left is the remnants of a reign. A smile curls onto his face.
"Advance," he says.