Post by laundrybasket on Jun 20, 2007 11:41:38 GMT -5
Disclaimer: It doesn't belong to me *sniffle*
Author's Note: At first this was supposed to be an entry for the Whose Line is it Anyway? contest on the Hideaway, but it went over the word limit by 61 words (I never was good with limits ) but I liked it too much to scrap it. And I know you all just looove angst. Right? Right?
Right.
She should have listened when he told her not to follow him. To stay in the safe confines of darkness behind the trees. But she had been stupid
(or maybe in love)
and had quickened her pace so she could stand beside him and fight. He had glanced at her, horror-stricken that she was there, in front of the Death-eaters, in front of her death. He had motioned with his eyes for her to run back and stay safe, but if he was going down, she was going with him.
The Death-eaters were quick with curses. They had such perfect timing she knew from the start she was going to lose,
(but she had always been an optimist)
yet she fought on. It was when she finally slipped in the early morning dew that surrounding the battle ground and fell before her attacker that she gave up the notion of living any longer.
It sounds horribly cliche, but her life did pass before her eyes, in a few inherent flashes of seemingly random events; watering her begonias; she and Filius curled up together on the couch; having a cup of tea with Minerva. It took her a second to realize that it was the times in her life when she was happiest.
The second, of course, was too late. It was when she made the revelation that the bolt of green light his her square in the chest and there was that awful feeling of thick coldness, and falling
(she'd always been afraid of heights)
and nothing else . . . .
She should have listened.
Author's Note: At first this was supposed to be an entry for the Whose Line is it Anyway? contest on the Hideaway, but it went over the word limit by 61 words (I never was good with limits ) but I liked it too much to scrap it. And I know you all just looove angst. Right? Right?
Right.
-:-
She should have listened when he told her not to follow him. To stay in the safe confines of darkness behind the trees. But she had been stupid
(or maybe in love)
and had quickened her pace so she could stand beside him and fight. He had glanced at her, horror-stricken that she was there, in front of the Death-eaters, in front of her death. He had motioned with his eyes for her to run back and stay safe, but if he was going down, she was going with him.
The Death-eaters were quick with curses. They had such perfect timing she knew from the start she was going to lose,
(but she had always been an optimist)
yet she fought on. It was when she finally slipped in the early morning dew that surrounding the battle ground and fell before her attacker that she gave up the notion of living any longer.
It sounds horribly cliche, but her life did pass before her eyes, in a few inherent flashes of seemingly random events; watering her begonias; she and Filius curled up together on the couch; having a cup of tea with Minerva. It took her a second to realize that it was the times in her life when she was happiest.
The second, of course, was too late. It was when she made the revelation that the bolt of green light his her square in the chest and there was that awful feeling of thick coldness, and falling
(she'd always been afraid of heights)
and nothing else . . . .
She should have listened.