epeverell: (real slytherin friends)
Title: Footloose
Character(s): Vincent Crabbe
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mild offensive language
Challenge(s): Written for Slytherin100's Challenge #347, Waltz
Word count: 100

Vincent Crabbe loved to dance. When he was young, he would be caught waltzing around his bedroom to the music of Celestina Warbeck. 1,2,3... 1,2,3... He lost himself in the music, dancing with his imaginary partner.

His father was furious. Real wizards didn’t dance. Dancing was for blood traitors, for Muggles, for poufs. Real wizards expressed themselves with their wands, and their fists.

Eventually, Vincent gave up on his dreams of becoming a famous dancer. It seemed bodyguard work was better suited for him, and following Draco around was good practice. Maybe Celestina Warbeck was hiring...
epeverell: (hemione blue dress)
Title: The First Horcrux
Character(s): Tom Riddle
Rating: PG
Challenge(s): Written for slytherin100's Prompt #300, Immortality
Word count: 100

Tom rifled through the pile of parchment he had scattered around the table. Notes on unicorn blood and the philosophers stone, but recently his research focused on a new discovery. Something called a horcrux. There was a frustrating lack of information in the library, even in the restricted section. Slughorn confirmed this was the answer he sought, but he still needed to figure out how.

He wondered what time it was. Most of the castle was asleep. Tom didn't sleep much these days.

He patted his small leather journal fondly. He was close to achieving immortality. He could feel it.
epeverell: (harry lose everything)
Title: When the Going Gets Tough
Character(s): Voldemort
Rating: PG
Challenge(s): Written for slytherin100's Prompt #299, Setback
Word count: 100
Author's notes: OMG I don’t know where this came from. Please forgive me.

So Harry Potter wasn't dead after all. He destroyed all your horcruxes, even the one you hid really cleverly in that diadem. You thought surely no one would suspect the Dark Lord of hiding part of his soul in a sparkly tiara.

Your most trusted soldier has just been murdered by a heavy-set ginger woman. Some brat in a bad Christmas sweater just cut the head off your beloved pet.

So what. This is just a setback, really. An opportunity. Next time you'll make better choices. Maybe cut the kid's head off instead of toying with him first. Next time.

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