Chapter Six: Death Becomes Her

Chapter Six: Death Becomes Her

Harry dreams of his mother's death. Dumbledore makes good on a promise. Tee and Anthony meddle. Ruby faces her Housemates. Read from the beginning at FFN|AO3!

"Don't worry about it, Draco," said Theodore. "She's been funny since the incident last year."

You oily, greasy little sneak. Bile rose in her throat.

"By the way, not sure if any of you noticed, but there's something far more important than Quidditch this year, and that's O.W.L.s," said Daphne primly, and Ruby was grateful for the redirection.

"And some of us," she said, with a pointed glance at Crabbe and Goyle, "might need additional help."

"Oh, and are you volunteering as tutor, Daph?" asked Pansy, turning towards her with a simper. "That's so admirable. I suppose that's why you're the prefect."

"Durmstrang's level of teaching's far more advanced than Hogwarts'," Malfoy bragged. "I'm sure I must be at N.E.W.T. level by now. We started Conjuration fourth year."

Then I wonder who Crabbe and Goyle forced to do their homework.

"If only you could conjure a gag, to keep that running sore in the middle of your face shut," hissed Blaise through his teeth, his high-fashion-model features twisting in disgust.

"You sound like you're warming up to challenge me to a duel, Zabini," said Malfoy, spit flying from his mouth, "which is a really bad idea, because I'll have a lot to explain about your condition to Madam Pomfrey, and we'll both be expelled."

no-context spoilers (ACA #6)

“Speaking nonsense, Potter?” asked Riddle, almost gloating. “You’re completely helpless … I could do anything to you and you wouldn’t be able to stop me, would you?”

He raised his hand, ropes shooting out the end of his wand again, but this time, Harry was too slow, and the binds shackled his hands and feet together, leaving him writhing on the floor, as helpless as Riddle had said. He shouted at him as Riddle stalked closer, but only incomprehensible babbling came out.

Riddle crouched down next to Harry, peering at him, a lock of dark hair falling almost demurely into his face. He felt the warm point of Riddle’s wand against his forehead, a tiny circle of phoenix fire.

“I could kill you right now, Harry. I could take your life. What will you do to stop me?”

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slytherins being slytherins

for the ask game: 25, 14, 6!

25. a book that had you bawling your eyes out

I don't think I've ever bawled my eyes out at a book (or movie), but the last time a book made me cry was when I was reading the end of The Golden Enclaves, specifically that one scene with El and Orion where she spoiler had to mercy kill him.

14. an overrated book?

Anything by Charles Dickens, sorry not sorry, but most of his books have the same tropes (down on his luck MC, scoundrel, nice lady who dies etc) and meandering plots. I know he's one of the major authors of English-language canon but I have to say this. He got better as he went along though, Great Expectations is the best of all his books, but none of them (for me) were worth a re-read.

6. your fav book trope?

I love a good red herring, it's my favorite thing in a mystery. I think I'm pretty genre-savvy, so I love when a book keeps me guessing or leads me to the wrong conclusion, then reveals the answer in a way that makes sense.

It’s not insane to imagine that sometimes even horrible people are searching for a way out of their own darkness.

Tahereh Mafi