Slythindor

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Title: Separate But the Same
Rating: PG-13 (for implied violence)
Word Count: 500
Challenge: #58 (Childhood)
Warnings: Implied violence against children.
A/N: Dark and angsty. Sorry. I'll also try to write something a little brighter for this prompt. But this is just where my mind immediately leapt. Unbeta'd, so please point out mistakes. Comments or critiques are always welcome!
Summary: Harry and Draco have childhoods that are startlingly, sadly, similar.

( Separate But the Same )

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Original poster: sassy_cissa

My first entry to Challenge #57...made me - well...sad. So I wanted to make it better. Unfortunately, it gets worse before it gets better. For the love of God...someone find my happy place!

Title: Giving Up
Author: sassy_cissa
Rating: PG
Length: 100
Prompt: #57 I used pic 3
Warnings/Kinks: angst
Disclaimer: I don’t own them; if I did they’d be a couple in the books
Notes: Thanks to alisanne for the quick beta and her constant support.

( Giving Up )


Title: Home
Author: sassy_cissa
Rating: PG
Length: 100
Prompt: #57 I used pic 1
Warnings/Kinks: fluff
Disclaimer: I don’t own them; if I did they’d be a couple in the books
Notes: Thanks to alisanne for the quick beta and her constant support.

( Home )

Original poster: house_illrepute

† The Train, The Balance, and the One Question | Harry/Draco
† Written by Gabriel Artisan (gabe_speaks) |
† Summary: Time is running out; soon Harry will have to confront Lord Voldemort... but not before someone has to confront him.
† Warnings:  None, really.  Not really angst, or fluff, or flangst... I dunno
† Beta'd by: Marshal J. (Any mistakes are mine due to last-minute additions)
† Written for: slythindor100's picture challenge (challenge #57).  I chose #2 But it also fits Challenge #58: childhood, which I just realised. So, yeah... both.
† Author's Notes: I figured it was time for me to write something, seeing as I haven't responded to any challenges here in a long time.

Keeping balance, Harry realised, was a lot harder than it originally seemed. He walked with his arms stretched out to the side as though they were the wings to his aeroplane, one foot forward in gingerly steps.

“What do you call yourself doing?” called a drawling voice from behind him.

Harry didn’t break stride, although he did wobble slightly. His arms flailed—though they remained rigid—as he nearly fell off the track.

Draco sidled up beside Harry. He wore the ghostly-white mask and the ominous, malefic black robe of a Death Eater. Harry could hear his hallow breathing; he continued with his balancing act.

“I asked you a question, Gryffindor,” Malfoy said, more of an order than request. "You look like a rattled, twee first-year more than the Saviour of the Wizarding World."

“Come to finish the job, then, Malfoy?” Harry said... .

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