Severus Snape (delicate_power) wrote in indarkness_logs, @ 2010-10-07 13:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, 2032 10, harry potter, magius, severus snape |
RP: To Kill a Horcrux
Characters: Harry, Magius, and Severus, open to observers
Time/Date: Oct. 6, early evening (backdated)
Location: Outside the hotel
Warnings/Rating: Probably low
Summary: Horcrux destruction
Status: Complete
Fiendfyre was nothing to be trifled with. Severus undoubtedly knew this, which was why he'd wanted Magius present, to make doubly certain the cursed fire did not get out of hand. The spell was a deceptively simple one; any idiot could cast it. It required no intricate wand movements and practically nothing in the way of concentration, and for the first few minutes, it even appeared to be perfectly normal fire. But that was only for the first few minutes.
After that ... well, he hadn't been exaggerating when he told Magius that the flames took on a life of their own. They grew uncommonly high and hot, but even that wasn't the worst part. The flames also began to pursue people, in order to engulf them, and to produce the heads of animals in the conflagration, which extended the fire's reach considerably. And most of the people who cast this particular spell had no idea of what they were unleashing at the outset.
It was incredibly Dark and dangerous magic, but even Fiendfyre was mild when compared to a Horcrux. Severus didn't want what had happened to Miss Weasley to happen to anyone else. If the Dark Lord's soul managed to get its nasty tentacles wrapped around Miss Dumbledore, for instance, it might very well be the death of them all. Assuming it was indeed a Horcrux, that was. It might only be a clever imitation, designed to make Harry lose his nerve.
But if they thought that, they really hadn't done their homework. Harry 'Hopeless Gryffindor' Potter was quite possibly the last person here whom they could hope to successfully rattle. That thought brought a small smile to his face, as Severus pushed open the front door of the hotel, to head outside. He likely never would have guessed, from the boy he had taken for Potions lessons all those years ago, that he would be quite so fond of the man Harry Potter had become.