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Oct. 7th, 2004 07:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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I know you love him and the D is especially appropriate!
That first line meme is so much fun, I've read a vast amount of gorgeous, sad, lovely, fluffy etc drabbles and at the moment am busy in an atempt to write some. Here is one I wrote for
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A quick spell that was all. That was all he needed at the end. All he used. The hours and days spend in training, fighting, the anger and the tears, the hatred. No need for any of it. He wondered vaguely at the absurdity of the situation, Voldemort dead. Voldemort dead and the no longer human body lying amongst the flowers. More and more petals falling with every gush of wind, slowly, almost deliberately covering the Wizardings World's most tyrannical master. Harry couldn't move very much and even if he could, he didn't think he could really go anywhere. So he sat there in the wind and the petals with the corpse of his worst enemy, wondering what now. He'd achieved his one aim in life, his one goal, and now he felt. Well, he felt, spend and awkward and even a bit useless. So he sat and waited...for something.