The ballad of Ron and Harry
Aug. 25th, 2004 09:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skoosiepantsI think the reason I'm having so much trouble wrapping up The Origin of Storms is that I love my side characters - the interaction between Ron, Pansy and Harry; the Creevey brothers; Snape - and the climax of the story has to be so... Ginny-centric. There's no way I can get around it. Not that I don't love Ginny - after all, it's her story - but, honestly, she's not as much fun to write. At least in this story. I usually love to write her, and her quirky habits.
And Dumbledore. Ginny's linked with his sister, so I have to have him in this part, too. And I don't want him there! Who would be upset if I glossed over the whole Voldemort/Death Eaters against Harry and the gang? That's such a cop-out though.
I'm only 5 pages into chapter 18, and I want this to be the last chapter, before an epilogue.
Here's a brief peek of what I've got written.
***
Voldemort was just as Harry remembered; thin and bony and gray, half-apparition, half-monster. His heart pounded in his throat as he stood back-to-back in a circle with Pansy and Ron, wishing to Merlin he’d thought to leave them outside.
The hole in the ceiling had amazingly taken them on a direct path to this tower room, and after one glance inside, watching, horrified, as Ginny threw herself at Lucius Malfoy, Harry had boldly flung open the door and stepped into the fray.
What had he been thinking, barging into the room without any sort of plan? The only minutely good thing was that the Death Eaters’ attentions were now firmly on them and not Ginny.
“Mr. Potter,” Voldemort hissed, thin lips stretching into a horrific grin. “How delightful of you to join us.”
It was three against – Harry briefly flicked his gaze around the room – at least ten. Wands were out, frozen, awaiting orders. The air seemed tense and unnaturally still.
Ron mumbled a quick, “We’re fucked,” and Pansy made a small squeaking sound.
“Oh, sod it all,” said one hooded figure, stepping forward. “Pansy, come here.”
“Father?” she asked tentatively, pressing her back more firmly against the boys’.
“You’re speaking out of turn, Parkinson,” Lucius drawled, eyes narrowed on the portly man.
“As are you,” the Dark Lord reprimanded absently, as if he was curious as to how everything was going to play out, and not the least bit worried.
“Honestly, now, you can’t expect me to hex my own daughter.”
Voldemort’s eyes gleamed dangerously. “What I can expect is complete obedience, John. However,” he paused, cocking his head to the side, “you’ve always been a proper puppy. Rewards are not unheard of.”
“But, Master…” Lucius started, only to be cut off by the dark wizard’s blood-red glare.
“You may remove her from the room,” he granted imperiously.
The fingers not clutching her wand reached back and grasped Harry’s robes as Pansy shrank even further away from her father. “I’m… I’m not going anywhere.”
“Of course you are,” John huffed, stalking towards her, a patronizing curve to his mouth.
She lifted a shaky hand, a grimace of uncertainty setting her features, and shouted “Stupefy,” sending her father flying backwards to crack his skull against the tapestry covered wall.
“Brilliant, Pansy,” Ron breathed in the ensuing stunned silence, impressed by her force.
And then all hell broke loose.
***
May inspiration smite me into submission!
And Dumbledore. Ginny's linked with his sister, so I have to have him in this part, too. And I don't want him there! Who would be upset if I glossed over the whole Voldemort/Death Eaters against Harry and the gang? That's such a cop-out though.
I'm only 5 pages into chapter 18, and I want this to be the last chapter, before an epilogue.
Here's a brief peek of what I've got written.
***
Voldemort was just as Harry remembered; thin and bony and gray, half-apparition, half-monster. His heart pounded in his throat as he stood back-to-back in a circle with Pansy and Ron, wishing to Merlin he’d thought to leave them outside.
The hole in the ceiling had amazingly taken them on a direct path to this tower room, and after one glance inside, watching, horrified, as Ginny threw herself at Lucius Malfoy, Harry had boldly flung open the door and stepped into the fray.
What had he been thinking, barging into the room without any sort of plan? The only minutely good thing was that the Death Eaters’ attentions were now firmly on them and not Ginny.
“Mr. Potter,” Voldemort hissed, thin lips stretching into a horrific grin. “How delightful of you to join us.”
It was three against – Harry briefly flicked his gaze around the room – at least ten. Wands were out, frozen, awaiting orders. The air seemed tense and unnaturally still.
Ron mumbled a quick, “We’re fucked,” and Pansy made a small squeaking sound.
“Oh, sod it all,” said one hooded figure, stepping forward. “Pansy, come here.”
“Father?” she asked tentatively, pressing her back more firmly against the boys’.
“You’re speaking out of turn, Parkinson,” Lucius drawled, eyes narrowed on the portly man.
“As are you,” the Dark Lord reprimanded absently, as if he was curious as to how everything was going to play out, and not the least bit worried.
“Honestly, now, you can’t expect me to hex my own daughter.”
Voldemort’s eyes gleamed dangerously. “What I can expect is complete obedience, John. However,” he paused, cocking his head to the side, “you’ve always been a proper puppy. Rewards are not unheard of.”
“But, Master…” Lucius started, only to be cut off by the dark wizard’s blood-red glare.
“You may remove her from the room,” he granted imperiously.
The fingers not clutching her wand reached back and grasped Harry’s robes as Pansy shrank even further away from her father. “I’m… I’m not going anywhere.”
“Of course you are,” John huffed, stalking towards her, a patronizing curve to his mouth.
She lifted a shaky hand, a grimace of uncertainty setting her features, and shouted “Stupefy,” sending her father flying backwards to crack his skull against the tapestry covered wall.
“Brilliant, Pansy,” Ron breathed in the ensuing stunned silence, impressed by her force.
And then all hell broke loose.
***
May inspiration smite me into submission!
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Date: 2004-08-25 08:58 am (UTC)*hopes for inspiration to fly into author's head so brilliant author can start to write furiously*
don't give up, your writing skills always surprise me!
yumizinha
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Date: 2004-08-25 11:20 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-25 03:49 pm (UTC)yumizinha
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Date: 2004-08-26 05:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-08-25 10:56 am (UTC)You could always allow some things to be tied up in the epilogue and not this chapter.
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Date: 2004-08-25 11:21 am (UTC)I just love Pansy in this story. Glad you liked the crumb!
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Date: 2004-08-25 11:29 am (UTC)Wee!
Date: 2004-08-27 10:39 am (UTC)Keep going, I believe in you!
Re: Wee!
Date: 2004-08-27 11:08 am (UTC)