The Forbidden Ship

Tag: NoSex, MCD

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Prompt: Samurai

Reverently, Tom Riddle unsheathed the sword. It had stood, dead-centre, on a pedestal; its jewel-filled handle shining with its importance. He knew this was to be the fabled, undefeatable weapon of the Samurai. This sword could not be stopped, not by anyone or by any means.

This would ensure his victory.

Tom never noticed the sideway glances Hermione was giving him as she waved her wand stealthily above an unassuming, ordinary-looking bow and arrow. The corner of her mouth curved up. She was right.

He was wrong. 

He had the wrong weapon. 

She never wanted to burst out in giggles so much as right now, but she was able to contain herself, barely. Lord Voldemort had it wrong. 

Again.

He mustn't notice, she reminded herself. 

Then again, he was like a magpie around shiny objects, nothing else mattered. 

Carefully, Hermione picked up the bow and arrow, its powerful magic thrumming through her. The many legends surrounding it were real; she could feel it and almost touch the sheer force lingering in it. Tom was too entranced by the sword to even notice how she silently put the arrow against the string and pulled it back. She didn't have to aim. She sensed it would go wherever she wished it. For a brief moment, her hand stayed; she stared at his handsome physique and swallowed deep, feeling her loss that was to come. 

Then, she released the arrow.  

To her surprise, it multiplied in midair, seeking all the targets necessary to dispose of Tom Marvolo Riddle. No Horcrux would survive tonight. 

As the arrow lodged firmly into his chest, Tom looked down, confused, before his eyes glazed over and he dropped to the floor, dead.

Hermione lowered the bow. "I told you it wouldn't be a sword," she muttered. 

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