Author’s note: Acting on some good advice from the mailing list, I’ve made this little story it’s own category, so it should be easier to follow along as I add new parts. Just hit the “HP Fanfiction: True Colours” Link to the right.)
Part 5…
I looked in the direction the sound was coming from. Lucius was standing off to the side of the path, all but invisible in a black hooded cloak. I suppose being an escaped convict persuaded him to stop dressing like a French pornographer.
Bulstrode was caught looking the other direction, her wand pointed away. Lucius had her dead to rights and we all knew it. His wand was pointed right at her face, and it didn’t waver an inch as he spoke again. “What are you doing with our Lord’s prisoner?” he asked in a conversational tone. “I don’t think you’ll enjoy watching your father pay for your indiscretion,” he sneered. “My father is dead!” Millicent shrilled. “He died killing your Dark Lord!”
“That’s impossible!” Malfoy snapped. I reluctantly agreed with him, considering the knick-knacks Albus had told me about last year, but I don’t think he necessarily enjoyed that big explosion either. “My father challenged that half-blooded pervert, wearing robes lined with twenty vials of erumpent fluid,” Millicent said proudly, and for a moment she looked utterly intimidating. “I am carrying out his final command, and you are not going to stop me, Lucius.”
I almost felt sorry for the ponce as his mouth dropped open. I don’t think anyone has ever talked to him that way before. For a brief instant I wanted to kiss my rescuer, but then sanity reasserted itself. And Lucius’ ego recovered. Something that massive had to be pretty resilient.
“If that’s the case,” Lucius drawled in that superior manner Draco tried ever so hard to imitate, “then it’s best that I don’t leave any witnesses. Avada Kedavra!” I was unarmed, wand-less, and damn near incapacitated. Not that there was much that could stop a killing curse anyway. So I did the first thing that came to mind. I lurched forward as soon as his wand began to move, trying to shove Millicent out of the way.
Of course, it might have been easier for me to arm wrestle Hagrid. And just as effective too. I stumbled, off balance as he finished the hateful incantation, so I did the only thing I could think of. I reached out with my left hand and grabbed the curse.
Have I ever mentioned how over-rated those Seeker reflexes are? The world dissolved in a blaze of agony as I dipped my hand into molten lava.
French pornographer? I laughed my ass off. And is Harry-crux going to be immune to AK’s? Cool.
I have to say that I really enjoy seeing HP stuff from you that’s not NoFP. It’s refreshing. To tell the truth, I still carry hope that you will write that Harry/Luna story you once mentioned having kicking inside your head.
Well, all your stuff’s good. Happy writing.
Good to see an update, I still think you should do this as a full story. Perhaps it could be a part of Nightmares?
Anyway, good to see progress on the update bar!
Brief, but well done.
Perhaps Lucius is going to be a wailing baby at King’s Crossing this time around. Probably not though.
A nice crisp update, very entertaining!