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[3 August] [Harry Potter] Horatio
Title: Horatio
Day/Theme: 3 August – Like Hamlet
Series: Harry Potter
Characters: Sirius Black, Bellatrix Black-Lestrange, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks
Rating: PG-13. Character Death.
She was making it hard to think. But then, he'd always had trouble keeping his wits about him where she was concerned, for one reason or another. This time it happened to be due to the whirl of laughter and Latin she'd trapped him in. How, Sirius wondered, did Bellatrix always make a duel seem like a dance? Particularly confusing, especially when one considered that she made every other part of her life feel like a fight.
He felt exhilarated on so many levels, and he laughed, too. If any of the others, of either side, had been paying much attention to them, they'd surely have been confused. For all the deadly curses volleyed back and forth, from their gleeful expressions, one might have thought it all a game, and Sirius wondered what she was thinking. He felt alive, alive for the first time in months! Free to move and shout and act! And there, too, was a strange likeness with her; surely she felt the same way.
It was somehow appropriate that it had come down to the two of them. It had always been the two of them. Bellatrix brought her wand down fiercely, and Sirius could not entirely block the fiery pain from contacting him. "Out of shape, Siri?" she taunted, a broad grin on her features.
"No more than you, you old crone!" he yelled back, parrying with a particularly powerful stab, emitting a burst of yellow light that made Bellatrix pivot quickly, swirling in a complete circle to avoid the blast. She evaded harm, but had lost the positional advantage she’d gained when he had faltered a moment earlier.
"I suppose," she shouted, throwing up a quick shield that ricocheted a red bolt off towards the ceiling, "it's much easier to handle your wand with fingers than with paws!"
Sirius replied, appropriately, with barking laughter. "Tell me, Bella," he replied, as one of her spells caught the wall just above his head, sending bits of plaster and stone crashing down, "weren't you the one who always criticised me for talking when I should've been fighting?"
The smirk on her features was nothing short of malicious as she leapt backwards onto the dais in the centre of the room. "So much for polite conversation," she sneered. "You never did have good manners." Sirius joined her on the dais, combining a sweeping deflection charm and a bow into one smooth movement. Bellatrix laughed appreciatively before throwing another blast his way.
Somewhere in the room, a door burst open, and someone screamed, but Bellatrix and Sirius were too involved in each other to notice. No longer jeering at each other as they fought, the duel picked up speed and intensity. Sirius was reminded acutely of their younger days, when, on more than one occasion, they'd gone out of their way not to have to face each other in battle. No such trouble now, and Bellatrix wasn't pulling her punches. Sirius could feel beads of sweat trickling through his dark hair, and Bellatrix's face had a bit of a shine to it, which reflected grimly when he shot a yellow bolt just past her head. His second attempt grazed her shoulder, and as a thin line of blood appeared, the grin on her face slipped for the briefest of moments, and with a glare, she swung her wand sharply downward, a red arc of light swerving just to his left. "Come on!" Sirius yelled, still with laughter in his voice, "you can do better than that!"
And then, oblivion.
It was Bellatrix's shriek of victory, the indulgent moment where she allowed herself celebration, that caught Remus Lupin's attention from across the room. Only just in time did he dive forward to catch Harry about the shoulders, keeping him from entering the fray, and as Kingsley Shacklebolt engaged Bellatrix, Remus's focus was more on restraining the boy than on what had just happened. But Kingsley didn't last long against the Death Eater, Bellatrix darted out, and Harry broke away, and the fight moved into other rooms.
Dumbledore left, with a circle of bound Death Eaters behind him, and when Kingsley revived himself, he saw to alerting the proper authorities. It was only a few moments after that when other Aurors joined them and began the arresting procedures. With no idea what was going on in the other room, Remus stared blankly at the veil, fluttering with as much gentle menace as ever.
Tonks approached him, with the chatter of Aurors still in the background. There was a large swell on her forehead, and no few scratches and bruises along her arms, testament to her duel with her aunt. "Remus, I’ve only just... I mean, I was out for a few... what’s going on? Is Harry all right?" She rubbed her sore forehead, looking about the room with a frown. "Where’s Sirius?"
Remus couldn’t make himself respond to her at first. He had hoped for this never to happen again. That was war, he knew that, losing friends and having your soul fractured again and again, but he'd hoped that he’d never have to have the same person torn from him more than once. That, at least, the universe owed him. He'd lost Peter to betrayal, Sirius to Azkaban, James and Lily to death, and there had been only him, left standing. And now Sirius, again. All he could think was of how wildly unfair the entire situation was.
"Remus?"
Feeling as though a heavy weight had yanked his heart down to the level of his knees, he shook his head, and whispered, "Gone."
And let me speak to the yet unknowing world
How these things came about: so shall you hear
Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters;
Of deaths put on by cunning and forc'd cause,
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fall'n on the inventors' heads; all this can I
Truly deliver
Day/Theme: 3 August – Like Hamlet
Series: Harry Potter
Characters: Sirius Black, Bellatrix Black-Lestrange, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks
Rating: PG-13. Character Death.
She was making it hard to think. But then, he'd always had trouble keeping his wits about him where she was concerned, for one reason or another. This time it happened to be due to the whirl of laughter and Latin she'd trapped him in. How, Sirius wondered, did Bellatrix always make a duel seem like a dance? Particularly confusing, especially when one considered that she made every other part of her life feel like a fight.
He felt exhilarated on so many levels, and he laughed, too. If any of the others, of either side, had been paying much attention to them, they'd surely have been confused. For all the deadly curses volleyed back and forth, from their gleeful expressions, one might have thought it all a game, and Sirius wondered what she was thinking. He felt alive, alive for the first time in months! Free to move and shout and act! And there, too, was a strange likeness with her; surely she felt the same way.
It was somehow appropriate that it had come down to the two of them. It had always been the two of them. Bellatrix brought her wand down fiercely, and Sirius could not entirely block the fiery pain from contacting him. "Out of shape, Siri?" she taunted, a broad grin on her features.
"No more than you, you old crone!" he yelled back, parrying with a particularly powerful stab, emitting a burst of yellow light that made Bellatrix pivot quickly, swirling in a complete circle to avoid the blast. She evaded harm, but had lost the positional advantage she’d gained when he had faltered a moment earlier.
"I suppose," she shouted, throwing up a quick shield that ricocheted a red bolt off towards the ceiling, "it's much easier to handle your wand with fingers than with paws!"
Sirius replied, appropriately, with barking laughter. "Tell me, Bella," he replied, as one of her spells caught the wall just above his head, sending bits of plaster and stone crashing down, "weren't you the one who always criticised me for talking when I should've been fighting?"
The smirk on her features was nothing short of malicious as she leapt backwards onto the dais in the centre of the room. "So much for polite conversation," she sneered. "You never did have good manners." Sirius joined her on the dais, combining a sweeping deflection charm and a bow into one smooth movement. Bellatrix laughed appreciatively before throwing another blast his way.
Somewhere in the room, a door burst open, and someone screamed, but Bellatrix and Sirius were too involved in each other to notice. No longer jeering at each other as they fought, the duel picked up speed and intensity. Sirius was reminded acutely of their younger days, when, on more than one occasion, they'd gone out of their way not to have to face each other in battle. No such trouble now, and Bellatrix wasn't pulling her punches. Sirius could feel beads of sweat trickling through his dark hair, and Bellatrix's face had a bit of a shine to it, which reflected grimly when he shot a yellow bolt just past her head. His second attempt grazed her shoulder, and as a thin line of blood appeared, the grin on her face slipped for the briefest of moments, and with a glare, she swung her wand sharply downward, a red arc of light swerving just to his left. "Come on!" Sirius yelled, still with laughter in his voice, "you can do better than that!"
And then, oblivion.
It was Bellatrix's shriek of victory, the indulgent moment where she allowed herself celebration, that caught Remus Lupin's attention from across the room. Only just in time did he dive forward to catch Harry about the shoulders, keeping him from entering the fray, and as Kingsley Shacklebolt engaged Bellatrix, Remus's focus was more on restraining the boy than on what had just happened. But Kingsley didn't last long against the Death Eater, Bellatrix darted out, and Harry broke away, and the fight moved into other rooms.
Dumbledore left, with a circle of bound Death Eaters behind him, and when Kingsley revived himself, he saw to alerting the proper authorities. It was only a few moments after that when other Aurors joined them and began the arresting procedures. With no idea what was going on in the other room, Remus stared blankly at the veil, fluttering with as much gentle menace as ever.
Tonks approached him, with the chatter of Aurors still in the background. There was a large swell on her forehead, and no few scratches and bruises along her arms, testament to her duel with her aunt. "Remus, I’ve only just... I mean, I was out for a few... what’s going on? Is Harry all right?" She rubbed her sore forehead, looking about the room with a frown. "Where’s Sirius?"
Remus couldn’t make himself respond to her at first. He had hoped for this never to happen again. That was war, he knew that, losing friends and having your soul fractured again and again, but he'd hoped that he’d never have to have the same person torn from him more than once. That, at least, the universe owed him. He'd lost Peter to betrayal, Sirius to Azkaban, James and Lily to death, and there had been only him, left standing. And now Sirius, again. All he could think was of how wildly unfair the entire situation was.
"Remus?"
Feeling as though a heavy weight had yanked his heart down to the level of his knees, he shook his head, and whispered, "Gone."
How these things came about: so shall you hear
Of carnal, bloody, and unnatural acts,
Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters;
Of deaths put on by cunning and forc'd cause,
And, in this upshot, purposes mistook
Fall'n on the inventors' heads; all this can I
Truly deliver