Happy end of September.
As if. Who can be happy at how quickly
the time has passed?
I can't be happy because I'm so behind
on all things fanfiction related. All my organized plans and to-do
lists have been completely useless in keeping me on track with
updates.
But I have shiny new plans and better to-do
lists.
Which means, October is going to be
interesting. Either I kick my procrastination in the butt and put
some updates online, or I fail miserably and get nothing done.
In the spirit of getting stuff online,
here's something fun I've had on my computer for a while. This plot
bunny was inspired by a review I got for AtO's Chapter 14.
Warnings: Not as edited as I'd like it
to be. Not part of AtO.
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Cramming down the last of his seaweed
snack, Harry gathered his magic for a reparo spell and aimed at the
crack still visible on the newly repaired doll's neck. His magic
washed out onto the doll, the hairline crack glowed but remained
after the magic vanished.
Frowning, Harry aimed another reparo
spell at the crack.
The persistent crack remained even
after another five reparo spells.
Gritting his teeth in frustration,
Harry tugged his wand out of its holster and gathered a chunk of
magic. “Reparo!”
His fingers tingled, his wand buzzed
with warmth and a wave of magic shot out to his target.
The crack glowed, rippled and smoothed
out.
His magic lingered around the doll as a
visible glow before it dissipated through the doll and into the air
with an audible shock-wave.
The doll's smooth surface rippled,
bulged and shifted into a dark leathery surface. The leathery
transformation continued until the entire doll had rough leathery
skin.
Within seconds, under a ripple of his
magic, every doll in the room changed to have dark leathery skin as a
thick smell of rot filled the room.
Wary, Harry kept a tight grip on his
wand as the last of his lingering magic sank down into the lifeless
dolls.
To Harry’s horror, the glassy eyes
darkened with life and swivelled around in their sockets until all
the dolls- no, the humanoid creatures now- blinked and turned to
stare at Harry as one.
