i die, die in my day dreams. . .
Jan. 16th, 2007 12:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wreckwritestitle: i die in my daydreams
characters: harry, you know who
fandom: hp
challenge: dream [for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
hp100]
He’s on his knees, panting, sweating, reaching wildly around, searching for his glasses, his wand, anything. The edges of the graveyard waver, move, close in on Harry as he kneels. This is the brink of defeat.
Voldemort raises his wand slowly, “Are you ready, Potter…”
His voice fades.
“Potter?” Now irritation fills his ears. “Potter? Whenever you are ready…”
Harry Potter’s eyes shoot open as he jumps out of his seat, ignoring the sniggers from his classmates. Normal, boring, seventeen-year-old Harry moves to the board, staring in confusing at the calculation written in chalk, rubbing his forehead in pain.
characters: harry, you know who
fandom: hp
challenge: dream [for
hp100]He’s on his knees, panting, sweating, reaching wildly around, searching for his glasses, his wand, anything. The edges of the graveyard waver, move, close in on Harry as he kneels. This is the brink of defeat.
Voldemort raises his wand slowly, “Are you ready, Potter…”
His voice fades.
“Potter?” Now irritation fills his ears. “Potter? Whenever you are ready…”
Harry Potter’s eyes shoot open as he jumps out of his seat, ignoring the sniggers from his classmates. Normal, boring, seventeen-year-old Harry moves to the board, staring in confusing at the calculation written in chalk, rubbing his forehead in pain.
