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nephirFor a dictionary drabble...
TITLE: Memories
AUTHOR: Nephir
PAIRINGS: HP/LM
RATING: G
FEEDBACK: Nephir@yahoo.com
WEBPAGE: none
DISCLAIMER: Not mine sigh
SUMMARY: Lucius wanders through his memories
NOTE: Dictionary Drabble, Oubliette 256 words.
Lucius strolled through the mansion of his memories in his mind, re-visiting his favorite memories…
In one room, all in cream and gold was the memory of his first meeting with Harry at Flourish and Blotts. How strong the boy had been, how brave to stand up to the adult that was testing him. How he loved to see the emerald fire shine in his eyes.
He wandered into another room, this one done in reds. This was the room of their first kiss and the passion it evoked. How sweet it had been for anger to transmute into forbidden dark passion…
Other rooms stretched out along the never ending hallway. The memory mansion would always expand to admit more memories, though few were as pleasant as these he was visiting today. There were dark memories, shrouded in shadows and pain, some in rooms, some in the cellar, some in the attic and a few in hidden and forgotten oubliettes that pierced the floor in dark corners. Occasionally they moved to a more prominent position…how he hated that when he came across one without wanting to.
There was a sound, or a touch or a scent, he wasn't sure what the trigger was, but suddenly, as if his thinking about them had conjured one out of thin air he fell, fell into an oubliette of dark memory and was lost in the memory of Harry's capture, torture, and death at the hand of Voldemorte and his self and his mansion of memories shuddered at his screams.
TITLE: Memories
AUTHOR: Nephir
PAIRINGS: HP/LM
RATING: G
FEEDBACK: Nephir@yahoo.com
WEBPAGE: none
DISCLAIMER: Not mine sigh
SUMMARY: Lucius wanders through his memories
NOTE: Dictionary Drabble, Oubliette 256 words.
Lucius strolled through the mansion of his memories in his mind, re-visiting his favorite memories…
In one room, all in cream and gold was the memory of his first meeting with Harry at Flourish and Blotts. How strong the boy had been, how brave to stand up to the adult that was testing him. How he loved to see the emerald fire shine in his eyes.
He wandered into another room, this one done in reds. This was the room of their first kiss and the passion it evoked. How sweet it had been for anger to transmute into forbidden dark passion…
Other rooms stretched out along the never ending hallway. The memory mansion would always expand to admit more memories, though few were as pleasant as these he was visiting today. There were dark memories, shrouded in shadows and pain, some in rooms, some in the cellar, some in the attic and a few in hidden and forgotten oubliettes that pierced the floor in dark corners. Occasionally they moved to a more prominent position…how he hated that when he came across one without wanting to.
There was a sound, or a touch or a scent, he wasn't sure what the trigger was, but suddenly, as if his thinking about them had conjured one out of thin air he fell, fell into an oubliette of dark memory and was lost in the memory of Harry's capture, torture, and death at the hand of Voldemorte and his self and his mansion of memories shuddered at his screams.
