Jinx Johnson Meets the Dark Lord By Hex Holmstrom Fandom: Harry Potter Word count: Exactly 1000 (for a reason) Rating: PG-13
The battle was over. Hogwarts had lost.
Voldemort stood in the middle of the Great Hall, laughing maniacally and taunting the defeated defenders of Hogwarts with the body of Harry Potter, which lay pale and dead at his feet.
"Your only hope is dead!" he told his vanquished foes, his evil red eyes flashing in triumph. "The Dark side has won! Now bow down to the might of Lord Voldemort!" He turned to his Death Eaters, who were standing behind him like a goth chorus line, and pointed an ominous finger at Mavis Moonwalker, who was standing frozen, like an innocent fawn caught in the headlights, at the edge of the crowd.
"Get the girl," he hissed.
"You got it, boss," answered Walden MacNair, the biggest Death Eater in the lineup. He grabbed Mavis before she could flee and dragged her towards Voldemort. Mavis struggled bravely, but the Death Eater was too strong for her. He hauled her before Voldemort with ease and held her still as the Dark Lord conjured an ugly Rambo-type knife out of thin air and brought it slowly, slowly, down towards Mavis' pale, slender, vulnerably exposed neck.
"Not so fast!" a strong voice roared, and everyone gasped in awe as Jinx Johnson appeared out of nowhere, wearing nothing but ripped camouflage pants and big, bad army boots. Moving with catlike speed, Jinx flung Mavis away from Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and proceeded to stomp a mud hole in MacNair. Even though MacNair was bigger and stronger, that was nothing compared to Jinx’s speed, fighting heart and desire to win. He went down like a pole-axed ox after the first flying kick and tried to get back on his feet, but Jinx was all over him like white on rice in a glass of milk in a paper plate in a snowstorm.
Voldemort had been watching the fight, too, and recognized a worthy opponent in Jinx's masterful victory over the hulking Death Eater. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Jinx Johnson," Jinx replied coolly, not at all intimidated by the presence of the Dark Lord, "and you're going down."
“I think not!” Voldemort retorted, bursting into laughter. He was so caught up in laughing at Jinx, ridiculing his brave words, that he didn't notice the exclamations of horror and surprise coming from the crowd, or that his laughter was growing higher and tinnier.
"Master!" one of his Death Eaters cried. The sound of the man's voice, and the oof he let out when he ran into a Shield Charm that suddenly appeared between him and Voldemort, broke into the Dark Lord's reverie. He stopped laughing and looked at his minions, and then he realized that they were very, very tall...and he was very, very small.
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Jinx Johnson Meets the Dark Lord Pt. 1
Date: 2008-01-10 06:59 am (UTC)By Hex Holmstrom
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word count: Exactly 1000 (for a reason)
Rating: PG-13
The battle was over. Hogwarts had lost.
Voldemort stood in the middle of the Great Hall, laughing maniacally and taunting the defeated defenders of Hogwarts with the body of Harry Potter, which lay pale and dead at his feet.
"Your only hope is dead!" he told his vanquished foes, his evil red eyes flashing in triumph. "The Dark side has won! Now bow down to the might of Lord Voldemort!" He turned to his Death Eaters, who were standing behind him like a goth chorus line, and pointed an ominous finger at Mavis Moonwalker, who was standing frozen, like an innocent fawn caught in the headlights, at the edge of the crowd.
"Get the girl," he hissed.
"You got it, boss," answered Walden MacNair, the biggest Death Eater in the lineup. He grabbed Mavis before she could flee and dragged her towards Voldemort. Mavis struggled bravely, but the Death Eater was too strong for her. He hauled her before Voldemort with ease and held her still as the Dark Lord conjured an ugly Rambo-type knife out of thin air and brought it slowly, slowly, down towards Mavis' pale, slender, vulnerably exposed neck.
"Not so fast!" a strong voice roared, and everyone gasped in awe as Jinx Johnson appeared out of nowhere, wearing nothing but ripped camouflage pants and big, bad army boots. Moving with catlike speed, Jinx flung Mavis away from Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and proceeded to stomp a mud hole in MacNair. Even though MacNair was bigger and stronger, that was nothing compared to Jinx’s speed, fighting heart and desire to win. He went down like a pole-axed ox after the first flying kick and tried to get back on his feet, but Jinx was all over him like white on rice in a glass of milk in a paper plate in a snowstorm.
Voldemort had been watching the fight, too, and recognized a worthy opponent in Jinx's masterful victory over the hulking Death Eater. "Who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Jinx Johnson," Jinx replied coolly, not at all intimidated by the presence of the Dark Lord, "and you're going down."
“I think not!” Voldemort retorted, bursting into laughter. He was so caught up in laughing at Jinx, ridiculing his brave words, that he didn't notice the exclamations of horror and surprise coming from the crowd, or that his laughter was growing higher and tinnier.
"Master!" one of his Death Eaters cried. The sound of the man's voice, and the oof he let out when he ran into a Shield Charm that suddenly appeared between him and Voldemort, broke into the Dark Lord's reverie. He stopped laughing and looked at his minions, and then he realized that they were very, very tall...and he was very, very small.