Flash Fiction - Round One

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Flash Fiction - Round One

The rules:

• Must be prose. Recommended to be above 100 words and below 300 words.
  
• Must be based around the week's topic and Harry Potter world related.
  
• Must be in before the deadline, which is the end of next week. Sunday 15th July (we're extending the dead line here!)
  
• Any other questions, direct them to the accompanying discussion thread, and also sign up to be one of this round's judges there!
  

Grading guidelines:

Spelling & Grammar - /5
Ease of Read - /5
Use of Topic - /10
Entertainment - /15
Quality - /15

Total -- /50


Judges:
- Luke -
- Megan -
- To be Confirmed -

And the topic is for this round is:

Coincidence

[Abigail 'Tay' Frazier]

((It's terrible, I know. But here's hoping to kick start some action here! Come on people! You know you want to join in ))

I snuck out of school tonight.

It was as simple as that. I didn’t want to be in here anymore so I just decided to get up and go out. People sneak into Hogsmeade all the time, right? Well, tonight was my turn. I’m fed up of being miss perfect all the time. Perfect prefect... I just wanted to try it and see what all the hype was about.

I ended up drunk and doing God only knows what... with God only knows who...

Funny, isn’t it? It was only yesterday day that I was arguing with my roommate about her doing the very same thing. She gets drunk... sleeps around... makes a fool out of herself... and I told her that she was foolish and pathetic and that she needed to get a grip. She told me I needed to get over myself and get a life.

But... I didn’t want her life. So why did I do it? Funny isn’t it, just how quickly things can change? How I can go from calling her pathetic for what she does to doing that very same thing myself...

There was a guy there tonight. He called my by her name. Funny that, isn’t it?

[dorcas]

It all started just before the summer school holidays when I leant it to a friend. The book was about spells, a whole variety of different spells. Ones for cheating husbands, ones for cleaning, ones for looking after animals and all that sort of stuff but my friend, being the billywig she is, lost it in Hogsmeade somewhere.

It wasn't a popular book just an older one. It was just one my grandma had handed down to my mother and my mother to me so really it only had a sort of personal value. A few years went past and what do you know? It was announced at school that Hogwarts was hosting the Triwizard Tornament.

A few months later the contenders from the other schools arrived. A girl from Beauxbaton sat next to me at the dinner table. She was anti-social and just ate, barely talking despite people trying to engage her. Eventually things started settling down and she pulled out a book from beneath her robes. She started reading and I instantly recognised it.

I struck up conversation about my copy of the book I had lost, all the notes I had made. Silently the girl put the book on the table and slid it towards me. It was as though the entire hall had gone silent even though it hadn't. I picked up the book, looking at the girl. Slowly I opened it up to the front page. My eyes dropped down to the first page and there was my handwriting, clear as day.

[lanceblackwood]

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches,
Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies,
and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal,
but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not
and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies.

They lived mirrored lives. Born as the seventh month came to an end, their two separate heartbeats were orphaned and under the care of their relatives. Both thought to be different than what they really were, the two lives did not intertwine until their eleventh year. The courage in one was reflected in the other. For all means necessary, Harry and Neville were as similar as two people could be.

"Hey, Harry?" Neville said, concentrating on the wand that he twirled between his hands. Harry looked up from his Potions book and pushed his glasses up his bridge. "Yeah?"

"D'you think everything would be different if I had been the chosen one?" he asked, a level of uncertainty in his voice.

Harry paused and set his book aside, staring into the roaring fire in front of him. "Yeah," he said after a moment of silence between the two friends. "I think it would be."

"Kind of a funny coincidence though," Ron said, having overheard the conversation. "You two being born so close together and everything," he shrugged.

Green eyes met Neville's brown ones and the two of them couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, it is kind of funny."

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