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mctabby:
Pick a few lines from a few of your works. Put the link to the work at the end. Don't give us any info other than the few lines of quotes from each fic and the link.
I have finally broken my greatest enemy, forced him under my will far beyond the point of self-abnegation. It's the sweetest victory imaginable, and if it wouldn't hurt it wouldn't be perfect. I will deliver him into the hands of the Dark Lord, and then I will watch him burn in the fires of hell until Voldemort has finally slaked his thirst for vengeance on his body and soul. And this time, I will not look away. [Link]
... his side cannot survive without the help of Muggle-born witches and wizards, because the wizarding world as a whole would curl in on itself and wither away into stagnation without us. So they tell us about the wonders and the magic, and leave us to find out about the dangers only after we've been ensnared so thoroughly that leaving would be worse than cutting off a limb with your own hand. They court us and entice us, and forget to mention that accepting the invitation will place us right at the centre of the target, will put us on the very forefront of the war. [Link]
His son gave him a curt, final nod that resembled nothing so much as royalty concluding an audience with a rather repugnant subject.
"Good-bye, Father. I hope you'll burn in hell."
Lucius returned the nod, showing not the slightest hint of emotion.
He left without looking back. [Link]
"Why don't you just shut up and do your worst, you-"
Harry tapped the handle against Malfoy's lips, gentle but insistent, and cut off the intended profanities.
"Because you wouldn't want to see my worst," Harry murmured, a flash of Bellatrix Lestrange and the Cruciatus Curse dancing before his inner eye. "Believe me, you don't." [Link]
I look at the dead boy with an eyebrow raised in quizzical surprise, and wordlessly salute him. So you've betrayed me after all.
Dumbledore must think so, too, despite the artificial sadness with which he stares down at the face of the child he has thrown at my mercy, at the cracked shell of a life that is no longer reflected in its eyes. I feel his urge to close them quiver in my fingertips.
"Don't look at him!" I growl, surprised at the sheer intensity of my anger. "You hurt him worse than I ever did, and I killed him." [Link]
mctabby: Pick a few lines from a few of your works. Put the link to the work at the end. Don't give us any info other than the few lines of quotes from each fic and the link.
I have finally broken my greatest enemy, forced him under my will far beyond the point of self-abnegation. It's the sweetest victory imaginable, and if it wouldn't hurt it wouldn't be perfect. I will deliver him into the hands of the Dark Lord, and then I will watch him burn in the fires of hell until Voldemort has finally slaked his thirst for vengeance on his body and soul. And this time, I will not look away. [Link]
... his side cannot survive without the help of Muggle-born witches and wizards, because the wizarding world as a whole would curl in on itself and wither away into stagnation without us. So they tell us about the wonders and the magic, and leave us to find out about the dangers only after we've been ensnared so thoroughly that leaving would be worse than cutting off a limb with your own hand. They court us and entice us, and forget to mention that accepting the invitation will place us right at the centre of the target, will put us on the very forefront of the war. [Link]
His son gave him a curt, final nod that resembled nothing so much as royalty concluding an audience with a rather repugnant subject.
"Good-bye, Father. I hope you'll burn in hell."
Lucius returned the nod, showing not the slightest hint of emotion.
He left without looking back. [Link]
"Why don't you just shut up and do your worst, you-"
Harry tapped the handle against Malfoy's lips, gentle but insistent, and cut off the intended profanities.
"Because you wouldn't want to see my worst," Harry murmured, a flash of Bellatrix Lestrange and the Cruciatus Curse dancing before his inner eye. "Believe me, you don't." [Link]
I look at the dead boy with an eyebrow raised in quizzical surprise, and wordlessly salute him. So you've betrayed me after all.
Dumbledore must think so, too, despite the artificial sadness with which he stares down at the face of the child he has thrown at my mercy, at the cracked shell of a life that is no longer reflected in its eyes. I feel his urge to close them quiver in my fingertips.
"Don't look at him!" I growl, surprised at the sheer intensity of my anger. "You hurt him worse than I ever did, and I killed him." [Link]
