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writetomyheart2020-08-05 11:21 am
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2020-08-05 11:21 am
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[team four] a lack of roses
Harry & Draco; PG; 400 words
Super late, here I’m sorry! I was trying to finish this for a thing and still will, but the narrative is fighting me and I don’t want to delay this any further.
Update: full thing now posted on ao3.
Give up? Harry thinks as he slides his hand along the metal sheeting of the corridor wall. Never.
The ship shudders. Harry catches himself against the hull—it feels all too fragile beneath his fingers. He still doesn’t know who disabled the locks remotely and shut off the vid-cams, but he’s not about to overthink it. If it’s a trap, everyone is already slipping off to the hangar to steal a ship, or better yet, some foci. If it’s not a trap, they have an unknown ally on the inside. Either way, he’ll make this work to their advantage.
***
A person is a person is a person, Draco thinks, thumb worrying the sharp gem facets of his ring-shaped focus. Everything is coming to a collision point, especially the dull black ship that’s growing larger in the viewing window stretched out over the bridge.
“But do you think—,” he hears his aunt mutter in the corner, poking at the controls and probably making a mess of the communications system. It doesn’t matter though. He’s already disabled the vid-feeds from the brig, leaving them on looping footage of the prisoners.
He just needs to wait a little longer now.
***
There’s a terrible grating crunch and Harry realizes that a ship has docked with the station—not a good sign. With his luck, it’s more likely to be Voldemort than another random ship of Snatchers. He’d be tempted to leg it to the hangar, but he really doesn’t want to lose their things, including his invisibility cloak and the destroyed Hoarcruxes tucked in Hermione’s bag. Even if the bag has been disguised, it’s too much of a risk.
They’re hoping, somehow, that Voldemort hasn’t noticed their absence yet. I doubt that will last if he finds them. Harry keeps moving.
***
Waiting for Voldemort is both mind-numbingly boring and terrifying. Draco’s mind is whirling with possibilities. I hope they have the good sense to keep well out of sight. They will, though. He has to trust in Granger’s sensible intelligence and Weasley’s strategic capability. They have prisoners to rescue; they won’t take unnecessary risks.
It’s Potter he’s worried about.
Draco’s attention shifts to the bridge, where everyone is standing at uneasy attention: errant schoolchildren waiting to be scolded. The anger and embarrassment swirl in a dangerous but ultimately useless mix.
Cowards, Draco thinks, but he knows he’s really thinking about himself.
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elindar, you’re up!
Super late, here I’m sorry! I was trying to finish this for a thing and still will, but the narrative is fighting me and I don’t want to delay this any further.
Update: full thing now posted on ao3.
Give up? Harry thinks as he slides his hand along the metal sheeting of the corridor wall. Never.
The ship shudders. Harry catches himself against the hull—it feels all too fragile beneath his fingers. He still doesn’t know who disabled the locks remotely and shut off the vid-cams, but he’s not about to overthink it. If it’s a trap, everyone is already slipping off to the hangar to steal a ship, or better yet, some foci. If it’s not a trap, they have an unknown ally on the inside. Either way, he’ll make this work to their advantage.
***
A person is a person is a person, Draco thinks, thumb worrying the sharp gem facets of his ring-shaped focus. Everything is coming to a collision point, especially the dull black ship that’s growing larger in the viewing window stretched out over the bridge.
“But do you think—,” he hears his aunt mutter in the corner, poking at the controls and probably making a mess of the communications system. It doesn’t matter though. He’s already disabled the vid-feeds from the brig, leaving them on looping footage of the prisoners.
He just needs to wait a little longer now.
***
There’s a terrible grating crunch and Harry realizes that a ship has docked with the station—not a good sign. With his luck, it’s more likely to be Voldemort than another random ship of Snatchers. He’d be tempted to leg it to the hangar, but he really doesn’t want to lose their things, including his invisibility cloak and the destroyed Hoarcruxes tucked in Hermione’s bag. Even if the bag has been disguised, it’s too much of a risk.
They’re hoping, somehow, that Voldemort hasn’t noticed their absence yet. I doubt that will last if he finds them. Harry keeps moving.
***
Waiting for Voldemort is both mind-numbingly boring and terrifying. Draco’s mind is whirling with possibilities. I hope they have the good sense to keep well out of sight. They will, though. He has to trust in Granger’s sensible intelligence and Weasley’s strategic capability. They have prisoners to rescue; they won’t take unnecessary risks.
It’s Potter he’s worried about.
Draco’s attention shifts to the bridge, where everyone is standing at uneasy attention: errant schoolchildren waiting to be scolded. The anger and embarrassment swirl in a dangerous but ultimately useless mix.
Cowards, Draco thinks, but he knows he’s really thinking about himself.
elindar, you’re up!