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Happy Hallowe'en/Day of the Dead/All Souls etc., for those of you who celebrate such things!
Below is my 200-word![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp_halloween drabble, written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ranchangrnl who requested something with Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Rabastan. (For my own reference, it's originally posted here.)
And if you're in the mood for some Lucius, check out the beautifully atmospheric drabble thatshadowycat wrote for me.
Unguarded
Carve your pumpkin with a knife
Cast a spell to give it life
Put it where the door’s in sight
So evil can’t come in at night
The Dementors always provide pumpkins for Azkaban: they find Hallowe’en memories particularly delicious, and the Ministry finds the practice particularly ironic.
Carve your pumpkin with a knife
A slippery lump of pulp oozes from the ceiling onto Bellatrix’s arm. She wipes it on her robe.
Cast a spell to give it life
The jack-o-lantern bares its teeth. She flicks her wand. The carved face explodes.
“Bella…” Rodolphus puts his hand on her arm.
She shakes him away. “Fools! As if a child’s charm could protect anyone from-”
“Us,” supplies Rabastan, grinning sourly as he unspells the lock.
Two silent green flashes, and their work there is done.
Put it where the door’s in sight
But why guard the door when the ghouls – living and dead – are already inside?
Little Bella waits in her room, listens, craves the power of death.
So evil can’t come in at night
Oh, but it did, it did, it did.
And it will again. He will come for her. He will.
She wipes the pulp from her arm.
Below is my 200-word
hp_halloween drabble, written for ranchangrnl who requested something with Bellatrix, Rodolphus and Rabastan. (For my own reference, it's originally posted here.)And if you're in the mood for some Lucius, check out the beautifully atmospheric drabble that
shadowycat wrote for me.Unguarded
Carve your pumpkin with a knife
Cast a spell to give it life
Put it where the door’s in sight
So evil can’t come in at night
The Dementors always provide pumpkins for Azkaban: they find Hallowe’en memories particularly delicious, and the Ministry finds the practice particularly ironic.
Carve your pumpkin with a knife
A slippery lump of pulp oozes from the ceiling onto Bellatrix’s arm. She wipes it on her robe.
Cast a spell to give it life
The jack-o-lantern bares its teeth. She flicks her wand. The carved face explodes.
“Bella…” Rodolphus puts his hand on her arm.
She shakes him away. “Fools! As if a child’s charm could protect anyone from-”
“Us,” supplies Rabastan, grinning sourly as he unspells the lock.
Two silent green flashes, and their work there is done.
Put it where the door’s in sight
But why guard the door when the ghouls – living and dead – are already inside?
Little Bella waits in her room, listens, craves the power of death.
So evil can’t come in at night
Oh, but it did, it did, it did.
And it will again. He will come for her. He will.
She wipes the pulp from her arm.
