Sirenes
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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,436
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Drucilla's Precious
Disclaimer: I don't own HP or BTVS, those belong to Joanne Kathrine Rowling and Joss Whedon. (But I would LOVE to borrow Severus. I’ll give him back… eventually… I promise!) Absolutely NO $$ is being made from this. Songs used are not mine either.
On with the show…
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thoughts
dreams/flashback
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scene breaks
Sirenes
Drusilla’s Precious
Ch 1
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Pain
White hot, blows raining in from all directions…
“Please …”
Insults spit at her as rapidly as the physical abuse…
“Filth … mudblood whore”
Darkness … relief
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Location: Small abandoned cemetery, London
Drusilla, hidden behind the only grave marker still fully standing, watches as a figure crouches over the badly beaten form of one Hermione Granger.
“Naughty boy, trying to steal Princess’ treasure!” She croons.
Moving silently and swiftly towards the fledgling as he attempts to finish what the Death Eaters failed to do, she hisses. As the fledge lunges for Hermione’s neck, Dru reaches him and rips his head free in her rage.
“Princess needs the music to find her wicked dark knight, the stars have promised.”
His dust settles into a pile near Hermione’s broken wand. Dru kneels down, gently brushing hair from the girl’s face as she sings quietly.
Weary you must be with play,
Running, running, all the day;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come.
Now it's time for you to sleep,
Hush now, baby, not a peep;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come.
Big and strong you're sure to grow,
If to sleep you'll quickly go;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come.
Dru stops singing, her head tilting as she strains to hear. In the distance, a loud ‘crack’ sounds, followed closely by another.
“Oh, no, it’s not time for you to play yet. Much to learn. Must go to your lonely puppy and heal his heart.” More gently than should be possible, Dru picks up Hermione’s battered body and spirits her away.
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Moments later…
Two shrouded figures search the cemetery. A sense of urgency clings to them as move quietly among the forgotten headstones. A shock of bright pink hair peeks out from beneath the hood of the smaller figure as it bends down to snatch something from the ground. “Oi! It’s ‘Mione’s wand! The bloody bastards have broken it!”
Kingsley Shacklebolt and Tonks lower the hoods from their outer robes to better search for signs of the young girl. A whispered “Lumos” illuminates the immediate area as the twilight quickly deepens to full night. Shacklebolt toes the pile of ash located next to spot where Tonks found the missing girl’s wand. He shares a look of disbelief with his fellow Auror as a sick realization overcomes him.
Her hand shaking, Tonks takes a moment to compose herself and then aims her wand at the ash pile and in a surprisingly strong voice says, “Comprobo Primigenus”. A grey light shoots from her wand and forms a mist around the ashes. The mist takes on a human form. A sob escapes as Tonks covers her eyes in sorrow. “How did they manage to burn her so completely?” She asks in a shaky voice.
“This whole area reeks of Dark Magic Tonks.” Shacklebolt moves to comfort Tonks but she shrugs away. She looks at him with teary eyes and says, “Hermione is dead Kingsley.”
“How will we tell Harry?”
TBC
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Lullaby is Come Dreams
By L.A.E. Poulsson
Old French Lullaby
On with the show…
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thoughts
dreams/flashback
_____________________
scene breaks
Sirenes
Drusilla’s Precious
Ch 1
_________________________________
Pain
White hot, blows raining in from all directions…
“Please …”
Insults spit at her as rapidly as the physical abuse…
“Filth … mudblood whore”
Darkness … relief
_________________________________
Location: Small abandoned cemetery, London
Drusilla, hidden behind the only grave marker still fully standing, watches as a figure crouches over the badly beaten form of one Hermione Granger.
“Naughty boy, trying to steal Princess’ treasure!” She croons.
Moving silently and swiftly towards the fledgling as he attempts to finish what the Death Eaters failed to do, she hisses. As the fledge lunges for Hermione’s neck, Dru reaches him and rips his head free in her rage.
“Princess needs the music to find her wicked dark knight, the stars have promised.”
His dust settles into a pile near Hermione’s broken wand. Dru kneels down, gently brushing hair from the girl’s face as she sings quietly.
Weary you must be with play,
Running, running, all the day;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come.
Now it's time for you to sleep,
Hush now, baby, not a peep;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come.
Big and strong you're sure to grow,
If to sleep you'll quickly go;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come;
Come, dreams,
Come for baby, come.
Dru stops singing, her head tilting as she strains to hear. In the distance, a loud ‘crack’ sounds, followed closely by another.
“Oh, no, it’s not time for you to play yet. Much to learn. Must go to your lonely puppy and heal his heart.” More gently than should be possible, Dru picks up Hermione’s battered body and spirits her away.
_________________________________
Moments later…
Two shrouded figures search the cemetery. A sense of urgency clings to them as move quietly among the forgotten headstones. A shock of bright pink hair peeks out from beneath the hood of the smaller figure as it bends down to snatch something from the ground. “Oi! It’s ‘Mione’s wand! The bloody bastards have broken it!”
Kingsley Shacklebolt and Tonks lower the hoods from their outer robes to better search for signs of the young girl. A whispered “Lumos” illuminates the immediate area as the twilight quickly deepens to full night. Shacklebolt toes the pile of ash located next to spot where Tonks found the missing girl’s wand. He shares a look of disbelief with his fellow Auror as a sick realization overcomes him.
Her hand shaking, Tonks takes a moment to compose herself and then aims her wand at the ash pile and in a surprisingly strong voice says, “Comprobo Primigenus”. A grey light shoots from her wand and forms a mist around the ashes. The mist takes on a human form. A sob escapes as Tonks covers her eyes in sorrow. “How did they manage to burn her so completely?” She asks in a shaky voice.
“This whole area reeks of Dark Magic Tonks.” Shacklebolt moves to comfort Tonks but she shrugs away. She looks at him with teary eyes and says, “Hermione is dead Kingsley.”
“How will we tell Harry?”
TBC
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Lullaby is Come Dreams
By L.A.E. Poulsson
Old French Lullaby