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gothikmausStarted writing again. Just drabbles at the moment, but I've been thinking of a fic ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nimori wished for some time ago. It's something I've never done before and I don't know if I'll be able to write it, but I want to try.
Anyway, the drabbles. The first one is Urbs Anguis, written for this week's![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp100's challenge, "When in Rome..." The second one was written for the After_Class dictionary challenge (this week's word was "Prostrate") and you can find it below.
Branded
Prostrated at Voldemort's feet, face flushed, tangled black hair sticking to his sweaty cheeks. Left arm still swollen, the Dark Mark standing out sharply on the pale skin.
Branded like an animal, like cattle ready to be slaughtered.
Harry closed his eyes and hid his face in Severus's black robes. He felt the familiar floating sensation that meant they were leaving the Pensieve and held the other man tighter. He didn't let go when they landed back in the empty office.
Severus stroked the unruly hair and rested his forehead on the top of Harry's head.
"That's my worst memory."
nimori wished for some time ago. It's something I've never done before and I don't know if I'll be able to write it, but I want to try.Anyway, the drabbles. The first one is Urbs Anguis, written for this week's
hp100's challenge, "When in Rome..." The second one was written for the After_Class dictionary challenge (this week's word was "Prostrate") and you can find it below.Branded
Prostrated at Voldemort's feet, face flushed, tangled black hair sticking to his sweaty cheeks. Left arm still swollen, the Dark Mark standing out sharply on the pale skin.
Branded like an animal, like cattle ready to be slaughtered.
Harry closed his eyes and hid his face in Severus's black robes. He felt the familiar floating sensation that meant they were leaving the Pensieve and held the other man tighter. He didn't let go when they landed back in the empty office.
Severus stroked the unruly hair and rested his forehead on the top of Harry's head.
"That's my worst memory."
