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Written for hp100, March 26, 2003.
Topic: Mirror of Erised
Character: Voldemort
And the final battle shattered the Mirror. Fragments flew, settling into an eye here, a heart there.
Those people went mad. They neither ate nor drank nor slept. They stared at nothing, and eventually - laughing, crying, coming, yearning - they died.
But the very largest shard pierced the dark heart of the Dark Lord himself, and he did not die, for he could not.
So Harry took him down to the Chamber of Secrets, and sealed it forever.
He will never die. He sees that. It is all he sees - all he will ever know.
It is enough.
Tom is smiling.
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Written for hp100, March 28, 2003.
Topic: Mirror of Erised
Character: Dementor
Eyeless, it senses its heart's desire.
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"Again! Oh, please - more..."
Another Kiss. Soft lips, living breath, another rush of dark pleasure as a second soul is devoured, hot and luscious as the first.
The human gasps in joy; the creature consumes that as well, and still eager fingers clutch at its robes, inviting - demanding - its Kisses.
"More!"
Again it feeds, and yet again, its embrace a spiral of ecstasy as soul after soul is sucked forth from this fathomless well, this human who begs and grasps greedily at cold flesh and shudders and cries out...
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One clammy hand touches the Mirror. The creature moans.
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Written for hp100, April 8, 2003.
Topic: A dead person writes a letter
Character: Blaise Zabini
Malfoy,
Aurors got me. Bugger. Well, you know the drill - all for the Cause, dulce et decorum est, yadda yadda... Do inform the Dark Lord I apologise for the inconvenience and will take care to reincarnate with a pureblood family ASAP.
Meanwhile: no autopsy. Got that? Relying on you here, Malfoy. I'll go to my grave with privacy intact, and there shall be no prurient gossip about my genitalia at the wake.
But you and me and Pansy - that was fun. Tell her she can have my lingerie; and the cock-ring's yours. Sorry I'll miss the wedding.
Ciao!
Blaise Zabini
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Written for hp100, April 8, 2003.
Topic: A dead person writes a letter
Character: Mundungus Fletcher (pre-OotP)
Thanks a lot, Black. I'm dead, you bastard.
Couldn't you just deliver Dumbledore's message and piss off? Noooo, you had to stay around! Catch up, you said; have a drink. Something important to show me.
Before I know it, I'm flat on my back and you're doing that "for old times' sake" business all over me, and then -
You always did have a ghastly sense of humour.
Black! You bastard! Next time you need to show a man with a weak heart that you're a bloody great dog Animagus, don't do it during sex!
Oh, damn you.
Mundungus Fletcher (Dead.)
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Written for hp100, August 6, 2003.
Topic: O.W.L.s
Character: Hermione
The owl came in July, as promised, and Hermione's results were everything she could have wished. And after hugging her parents, the very first thing she did was run to her room and open The Book.
In five years she had virtually memorised the Hogwarts, a History appendix listing top O.W.L. and N.E.W.T. scores. Transfiguration, for instance: record set in 1777 by A. Switch, broken in 1856 by A. Dumbledore and another student, broken again in 1910, and again by T. Riddle in 1943...
And again in 1996. There it was: H. Granger, in neat black letters.
Now part of history.
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Written for hpsquick100, September 17, 2003.
Title: Death Eaters, My Foot!
Topic: Feet
Characters: Mad-Eye Moody, two generic Death Eaters
Bastards thought I was dead. Ha! Had them right where I wanted them, from the moment the first bloke bit into my heel.
My toes were plucked and swallowed like so many grapes. Then both went for the sole at once - greedy buggers! Tearing, chewing, grunting; spit and blood flying everywhere... Of course, by the time I had one gnawing on my metatarsals and the other up to my ankle, they'd lost any sense of vigilance whatsoever.
I let them get almost as far as my knee before hitting them with an ambireciprocal Stupefy.
Death Eaters. Ha! That'll teach 'em.
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Written for hpsquick100, September 19, 2003.
Title: Teuthophilia
Topic: Feet
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
She likes to transform slowly, floating on her back. Every time, Ron finds himself watching her feet.
Their arches vanish and their heels melt into the change gliding up through her body. The valley between each slim toe splits and widens - human flesh cleaving away from itself, becoming other, lengthening, engorging... She stretches and rolls, proud of her skill; he feels his own excitement building.
Very soon there are ten supple limbs, so glistening pink, reaching out for him through the water.
"Oh, Hermione..." A gasp as the first tentacle slips lasciviously between his thighs.
Her suckers clamp down hard.
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Written for hpsquick100, September 27, 2003.
Title: The Bottom of the Lake
Topic: Headmaster/Squid
It took time, of course, but oh how he relished this - moving slowly, deliberately, up one firmly-bound leg and down the next... until every sucker bore its own sherbet lemon.
Once the last sweet ornament was in place, he floated back to admire his handiwork.
Long limbs splayed out for his pleasure. The double row of grindylows along each tentacle, pinching hard; more in a ring at the creature's tender core. Anticipation and fear in those two huge eyes.
He ripped away the first grindylow.
"Blubbmbguggblll!"
He paused. Was that - ? No; their safeword was Bluggmgbubbglll.
Smiling benignly, he carried on.
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Written for hpsquick100, October 12, 2003.
Title: Sirius Black and the Puffskeins of Azkaban
Topic: Marauders bestiality
Character: Sirius
For all his Gryffindor courage and Animagus powers, Sirius really thought he might never have survived Azkaban if his cell hadn't been infested with Puffskeins.
So many of them. So docile, so friendly, so easy to train... Best of all, so remarkably versatile.
He'd have two of them behind him, their lovely long tongues snaking out and probing deep for his pleasure, and another two attending to his nipples, while one enclosed him in its depths and... made that humming sound.
Oh, God. That humming sound.
In exchange, of course, they were free to have their way with his nose.
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