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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
10,660
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Lightning
Title: Lightning
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None
Summary: #68 – Lightning. “Something is different…”
Word Count: 529 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. An aside to WGWD.
Prompt 68 – Lightning
“The air feels different.”
Lightning flashed over the sea, miles away in billowing clouds of black, grey, and navy blue. The waves were tumultuous, as if agitated.
“A storm is coming,” Charlie said, his hands on his hips as he and his older brother hovered high above the ancient bay of Carthage.
Bill shook his head, his long red hair catching the wind and blowing about his face. “It is more than that, Chuck. It is more than storm rolling in, or the sandstorm in the far south… It’s…” he trailed.
Bill mirrored Charlie’s posture, and together they sat on their brooms after a late afternoon fly over North Africa on new Firebolt Threes.
“You know it is just the news, Bill, I knew you were upset when letter from Gringotts came.”
Bill’s eyes flashed the reflection of lightning over the Mediterranean, moving to his brother.
“No… It’s something more than that. It is the rumours, Chuck. With you being in Wales now, you haven’t heard.”
Charlie frowned. “Heard what?”
Bill shrugged as a roll thunder reached them from somewhere in the west.
“It doesn’t matter. You’re going back tomorrow, but I’ll be going with you.”
Charlie blinked, his jade green eyes narrowing. “What’s really going on?” he grumbled.
Bill said nothing more a moment as they began to feel more moisture from the sea wind. “Fleur wants me to pull Vic out of school before the new term starts. I’ll stop to meet with Griphook and the others for whatever these ‘special orders to not to return to Britain until recalled’ mean.”
A gust of wind pushed at the shielding Charms on the brooms.
Charlie ground his teeth. Whatever was bothering his brother, who was usually laid back and carefree, had to be a big deal.
“I just hope that Fleur and I are being overly cautious, Chuck. But if something should happen…”
“What’s going to happen?” Charlie barked as lightening crackled across the clouds beginning to roll into the shore quicker than before.
“Nothing, I hope,” Bill said in almost a whisper. “Just keep an eye open, Chuck. Something is different.”
One year later…
They hovered over Hogwarts on a particularly cold late December day, as far below the crowds moved from one grave to the next, reading out names in a memorial ceremony. Charlie kept his fur-lined cloak wrapped tight about his throat, the cowl pulled low over his face.
“How many, do you think?” Bill asked next to him, dressed in a similar cloak, his scarred chin the only thing visible for his cowl.
“One thousand three hundred and eight, exactly,” Charlie muttered, his hands on the hips of his dragon hide trousers.
“So many?” Bill asked to himself, incredulous.
Charlie let his eyes move to the castle again, and standing on the Astronomy Tower was Fleur, the surviving Weasley grandchildren, and the one woman who stood apart from the others. She was dressed in almost the same outfit as he and Bill, but her cowl was pushed back to allow golden waves and curls be lifted on the wind.
“Too many,” Charlie sighed as she turned her golden eyes to him and smiled sadly.
Author: ianthe_waiting
Rating: T
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling. This is a work of fan-fiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story. I am just borrowing the puppets, but this is my stage.
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: None
Summary: #68 – Lightning. “Something is different…”
Word Count: 529 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words. An aside to WGWD.
Prompt 68 – Lightning
“The air feels different.”
Lightning flashed over the sea, miles away in billowing clouds of black, grey, and navy blue. The waves were tumultuous, as if agitated.
“A storm is coming,” Charlie said, his hands on his hips as he and his older brother hovered high above the ancient bay of Carthage.
Bill shook his head, his long red hair catching the wind and blowing about his face. “It is more than that, Chuck. It is more than storm rolling in, or the sandstorm in the far south… It’s…” he trailed.
Bill mirrored Charlie’s posture, and together they sat on their brooms after a late afternoon fly over North Africa on new Firebolt Threes.
“You know it is just the news, Bill, I knew you were upset when letter from Gringotts came.”
Bill’s eyes flashed the reflection of lightning over the Mediterranean, moving to his brother.
“No… It’s something more than that. It is the rumours, Chuck. With you being in Wales now, you haven’t heard.”
Charlie frowned. “Heard what?”
Bill shrugged as a roll thunder reached them from somewhere in the west.
“It doesn’t matter. You’re going back tomorrow, but I’ll be going with you.”
Charlie blinked, his jade green eyes narrowing. “What’s really going on?” he grumbled.
Bill said nothing more a moment as they began to feel more moisture from the sea wind. “Fleur wants me to pull Vic out of school before the new term starts. I’ll stop to meet with Griphook and the others for whatever these ‘special orders to not to return to Britain until recalled’ mean.”
A gust of wind pushed at the shielding Charms on the brooms.
Charlie ground his teeth. Whatever was bothering his brother, who was usually laid back and carefree, had to be a big deal.
“I just hope that Fleur and I are being overly cautious, Chuck. But if something should happen…”
“What’s going to happen?” Charlie barked as lightening crackled across the clouds beginning to roll into the shore quicker than before.
“Nothing, I hope,” Bill said in almost a whisper. “Just keep an eye open, Chuck. Something is different.”
One year later…
They hovered over Hogwarts on a particularly cold late December day, as far below the crowds moved from one grave to the next, reading out names in a memorial ceremony. Charlie kept his fur-lined cloak wrapped tight about his throat, the cowl pulled low over his face.
“How many, do you think?” Bill asked next to him, dressed in a similar cloak, his scarred chin the only thing visible for his cowl.
“One thousand three hundred and eight, exactly,” Charlie muttered, his hands on the hips of his dragon hide trousers.
“So many?” Bill asked to himself, incredulous.
Charlie let his eyes move to the castle again, and standing on the Astronomy Tower was Fleur, the surviving Weasley grandchildren, and the one woman who stood apart from the others. She was dressed in almost the same outfit as he and Bill, but her cowl was pushed back to allow golden waves and curls be lifted on the wind.
“Too many,” Charlie sighed as she turned her golden eyes to him and smiled sadly.