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Author's notes: These were written either during a class I took in the Winter of 2007, or else at the Drabble board at Prophecy 2007. I'm posting them here just because I can. I will only leave a note on this one, as it is the first and shortest. They are divided more or less into categories. I hope you enjoy!
REDEMPTION
Potter was on the ground, gasping as the Dark Lord circled him, taunting and gesturing with the two severed halves of his victim's wand. The other Death Eaters may not have noticed, but Draco knew why it had been done that way: the Dark Lord was afraid. He didn't dare take on Harry armed and healthy. He was a coward.
Draco watched Harry being dragged to his feet. The injured boy fell sideways, directly into Draco, and in that instant Draco knew what he needed to do. He surreptitiously pressed his wand into Harry's hand. "Good luck Potter," he whispered.
UNFORTUNATE
He couldn't breathe.
The curse coursed through him; liquid fire bloating his veins and straining his arteries.
Every nerve was pulsing, every pore dripped sweat and blood. His teeth cracked as he gritted them together.
Draco Malfoy lay gasping as the pain receded. His mind was numb, but his body was agonizingly aware. His master stared at him with contempt and nudged him disdainfully.
"You have failed me, like your father," he hissed. "That is... unfortunate for you. the Dark Lord is displeased." Voldemort turned away to commend the Potions Master for a job well done, ignoring the dying boy.
WHAT IS RIGHT, AND WHAT IS EASY
Severus Snape looked at the broken man lying on the ground before him. He could feel the eyes of those he called his fellows, watching him, waiting. He sent a tendril of thought into Dumbledore's mind, looking for guidance in the few seconds he had before he would be forced to make the choice.
Dumbledore's mind was tired, but the old man's voice was still audible as he reached back across space to answer the Potions Master.
"Severus, you must... it is the only way... courage, my boy..."
"I cannot..."
"You must!"
Severus raised his wand. "Forgive me."
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
WAR
"Avada-"
"Duck!"
"Run!"
"Crucio!"
"NO!"
"Expelliarmus!"
Harry couldn't see. He'd lost his glasses long ago and he was moving on instinct. Pain didn't matter. Screams didn't matter. All that mattered was Tom. The bastard was right there. Bodies everywhere... he didn't notice them. Harry saw red. Red blood, red eyes, and the red spell he had spent hours preparing for this moment.
Harry thought of all those he'd ever loved. Mum. Dad. Sirius. Ron. Hermione... Ginny. He forced his emotions down his arm and into the stick of wood that quivered in his grip.
"AMOREI MAXIMA!"
And then he fainted.