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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
100
Views:
11,619
Reviews:
52
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Anger
Title: Anger
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: Character Death, DH spoilers
Summary: #82 – Anger. He could not be angry with her.
Word Count: 533 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 82 – Anger
He could not be angry with her as Dolohov countered the Stunner, the spell smashing into a stone column and sending shards of stone in his direction. He understood how she felt she had to come to the fight.
“Crucio!” a high-pitched voice sang out and Remus Lupin saw his wife, and the mother of his child, spin out of the path of the spell.
Tonks’ face was a mask of unadulterated fury as she cast at her aunt Bellatrix Lestrange, forcing the older woman back, her body slamming into a wall and crumpling.
Remus ground his teeth as Dolohov began chuckling. “Blood against blood, how amusing!”
The Stunner connected and Dolohov fell, but only for a moment.
Battle raged all around them, and Remus was keenly aware of the losses and injuries. He could smell the blood and ozone of Dark Magic. Remus wondered for a moment, where was Teddy?
There was no time to regroup with Tonks who was casting Shield Charms as Bellatrix recovered and was furiously trying to beat her own niece down.
It was a shame; part of his mind thought, while his body and the rest of his mind was focused on somehow disabling or killing Dolohov. The Black family…Remus feared for his son. Bellatrix had killed his best friend, and was now attempting to kill his wife. If somehow Bellatrix were to live, Voldemort win, what would happen to Teddy?
For the sake of Teddy, and Tonks, Remus knew he would have to fight harder. There would be no more losses, there could not be!
He wanted to buy a cottage in Tinworth near the Weasleys, he wanted Teddy to have friends like the Weasleys, and he wanted Tonks to be happy with him in the security that was a home. He knew he was poor, too old, and terribly afflicted, but he would protect them—his little pack.
Remus wished Tonks had stayed with Andromeda and Teddy; he wished it with every bit of his soul. The baby was nursing…
The idea of battle stirred the inner wolf, but the body that held the feral beast was tiring. When the last spell came and Remus felt his body finally give in, he could only see Tonk’s back and her brilliant fiery red hair that stood on end with anger.
Living took so long, and death even longer.
The anger he felt drained away as a flash of green seared his corneas. He met her eyes as the metamorphoses left her, and her hair was long and brown, like chocolate.
There was still anger and regret, but death was a great equalizer and balm. It would not do to hold onto the anger and damn oneself, he thought as they fell side by side.
Love you…always.
The light swallowed their souls, but they were needed still, for only a short while. In death, there was no anger, only peace, and the knowledge that they would not be alone.
The battle raged on, and from a distance, they watched as anger surged through their friends at the sight of their peaceful bodies. Their friends would need the anger to counterpoint their ultimate weapon against the darkness—love.
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: Character Death, DH spoilers
Summary: #82 – Anger. He could not be angry with her.
Word Count: 533 words.
Author's Notes: Drabble: a slice of fic in less than 1500 words.
Prompt 82 – Anger
He could not be angry with her as Dolohov countered the Stunner, the spell smashing into a stone column and sending shards of stone in his direction. He understood how she felt she had to come to the fight.
“Crucio!” a high-pitched voice sang out and Remus Lupin saw his wife, and the mother of his child, spin out of the path of the spell.
Tonks’ face was a mask of unadulterated fury as she cast at her aunt Bellatrix Lestrange, forcing the older woman back, her body slamming into a wall and crumpling.
Remus ground his teeth as Dolohov began chuckling. “Blood against blood, how amusing!”
The Stunner connected and Dolohov fell, but only for a moment.
Battle raged all around them, and Remus was keenly aware of the losses and injuries. He could smell the blood and ozone of Dark Magic. Remus wondered for a moment, where was Teddy?
There was no time to regroup with Tonks who was casting Shield Charms as Bellatrix recovered and was furiously trying to beat her own niece down.
It was a shame; part of his mind thought, while his body and the rest of his mind was focused on somehow disabling or killing Dolohov. The Black family…Remus feared for his son. Bellatrix had killed his best friend, and was now attempting to kill his wife. If somehow Bellatrix were to live, Voldemort win, what would happen to Teddy?
For the sake of Teddy, and Tonks, Remus knew he would have to fight harder. There would be no more losses, there could not be!
He wanted to buy a cottage in Tinworth near the Weasleys, he wanted Teddy to have friends like the Weasleys, and he wanted Tonks to be happy with him in the security that was a home. He knew he was poor, too old, and terribly afflicted, but he would protect them—his little pack.
Remus wished Tonks had stayed with Andromeda and Teddy; he wished it with every bit of his soul. The baby was nursing…
The idea of battle stirred the inner wolf, but the body that held the feral beast was tiring. When the last spell came and Remus felt his body finally give in, he could only see Tonk’s back and her brilliant fiery red hair that stood on end with anger.
Living took so long, and death even longer.
The anger he felt drained away as a flash of green seared his corneas. He met her eyes as the metamorphoses left her, and her hair was long and brown, like chocolate.
There was still anger and regret, but death was a great equalizer and balm. It would not do to hold onto the anger and damn oneself, he thought as they fell side by side.
Love you…always.
The light swallowed their souls, but they were needed still, for only a short while. In death, there was no anger, only peace, and the knowledge that they would not be alone.
The battle raged on, and from a distance, they watched as anger surged through their friends at the sight of their peaceful bodies. Their friends would need the anger to counterpoint their ultimate weapon against the darkness—love.