15 minutes of fic
Feb. 5th, 2005 02:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
centerspireTitle: One life
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character/Pairing: Harry/implied Trio
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Time: 15 minutes, 5 seconds
A/N: This is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
abigail89 because I missed her birthday, and she wrote a fic that made me smile.
This week's entry for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
15minuteficlets. Unbetaed and unrevised (sort of), per community rules.
Harry smiled. The creeping smile of someone satisfied. Of course, he couldn't tell anyone he was happy. He did what he had to do. Ended the war. Defeated the enemy. Took a life.
He knew people would expect him to be torn up inside, guilty...after all, he had become a killer. Any other life and perhaps he might have cared. But this was easy. There was really no choice to make. He struck with precision. After days of battle, he made his stand. And he won.
One life. One worthless, self-elevated, crass life for his father, his mother, his godfather...half the Order...half the Weasleys.
The Wizarding History books would remember him as the Boy Who Lived, twice. The savior of the Wizarding World. He would be depicted as humble and contrite. But deep inside, where few knew him, he celebrated. Celebrated a victory of epic proportion.
The green glow that haunted his nightmares before this day became a badge of courage, something he was proud of. He saw the Dark Lord defeated. Cleaning up the rest would be simple. Disposing of his followers was just a matter of dropping them into the first empty cells they could find at Azkaban. Perhaps putting the pieces of their lives back together would be less simple. He'd need to find Ron and Hermione...they had been left on the battlefield. But surely they were both still alive. Of course they were...they were his. And nothing could be wrong today...today was his. He smiled.
Word #92: Strike
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character/Pairing: Harry/implied Trio
Rating: PG
Word Count: 250
Time: 15 minutes, 5 seconds
A/N: This is for
abigail89 because I missed her birthday, and she wrote a fic that made me smile.This week's entry for
15minuteficlets. Unbetaed and unrevised (sort of), per community rules.Harry smiled. The creeping smile of someone satisfied. Of course, he couldn't tell anyone he was happy. He did what he had to do. Ended the war. Defeated the enemy. Took a life.
He knew people would expect him to be torn up inside, guilty...after all, he had become a killer. Any other life and perhaps he might have cared. But this was easy. There was really no choice to make. He struck with precision. After days of battle, he made his stand. And he won.
One life. One worthless, self-elevated, crass life for his father, his mother, his godfather...half the Order...half the Weasleys.
The Wizarding History books would remember him as the Boy Who Lived, twice. The savior of the Wizarding World. He would be depicted as humble and contrite. But deep inside, where few knew him, he celebrated. Celebrated a victory of epic proportion.
The green glow that haunted his nightmares before this day became a badge of courage, something he was proud of. He saw the Dark Lord defeated. Cleaning up the rest would be simple. Disposing of his followers was just a matter of dropping them into the first empty cells they could find at Azkaban. Perhaps putting the pieces of their lives back together would be less simple. He'd need to find Ron and Hermione...they had been left on the battlefield. But surely they were both still alive. Of course they were...they were his. And nothing could be wrong today...today was his. He smiled.
Word #92: Strike
