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[blue-eyephoenix.livejournal.com]

When; Sunday, July 29th
Rating; pg-13, mucho violence
Characters; Albus Dumbledore blue_eyephoenix, Lord Voldemort serpentheir, and anyone else, but HP PEOPLE PLZ TAG TOO?
Summary; Pulled into the City side-by-side, The Dark Lord, and the Only One He Ever Feared find that they're just not going to get along for the time being...
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In a flourish, his wand was drawn, and at the ready. The ancient, loyal thing it was--a prize of his success, and of his shame. Albus didn't want this. War was over, especially now that he was sure The Dark Lord was dead. But he was incorrigible, Tom...he was frightened. Terrified. Worst fears come to life. Tom was dead. How else could he release the aggression and horror?

And so, Albus Dumbledore was ready, ready to fight when he had to fight. And to win, before anyone else in this new place fell under Tom's unforgiving wand.

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[the-wheezy.livejournal.com]

Ron pressed his lips together, eyes moving back and forth from the duel to the somewhat entraced woman. He was really more concerned about getting anymore more likely to get hurt out of here than explaining everything. He didn't want to leave himself, though, if there was even the slightest chance that he could help. He needed to redeem himself, after all, even if it was solidly impossible. He'd try.

When he spoke, it was quietly, nervous and quick, "That's Albus Dumbledore." He pointed out the elderly wizard, still moving and fighting with amazing power. He muttered to himself, for a moment, "I don't understand. He's..." Shaking it off, though, he nodded towards Dumbledore's opponent. "That's," and he fumbled over what to call him; saying it was bad enough without the fact that it was Taboo, and he'd only been lucky to have figured that one out from the Snatchers. Saying You-Know-Who would make no sense, however, because she likely didn't know who at all.

"Tom Riddle," he finally said, very carefully. "He goes by a different name, though, most times."

[proudest-mother.livejournal.com]

Dumbledore-dumbledore-dumbledpore-bumbledore-bumble-bee...buzz bumble-bee...He had kindly eyes. And she liked that. He was very tall...and very old--just like father time...time.

.....

...Tom. Tom. Tom Riddle. Tom Marvolo Riddle. Tom Riddle. TOM RIDDLE. Merope was upon the red-haired boy in an instant, clawing at his front, wild-eyed and desperate.

"TOM!!! Tom Riddle!! My--MY--Tom! Tom Rid---He is TOM RIDDLE?!!!"

[the-wheezy.livejournal.com]

It was all that Ron could do to keep from yelping quite loudly as he was suddenly pounced upon. "Stop it," he hissed, reaching up to push her off, pull her hands away. He decided that slinched-away fingernails were a pain in the arse and in general, but that didn't quite matter at the moment. He'd managed to seize one of her wrists, "Yes! He is. Get off, would you!?"

He took in a breath, regarding her seriously after his initial panic concerning being half-attacked subsided, "You aren't... You're saying you know him?"

[proudest-mother.livejournal.com]

At being manhandled, Merope instantly let go of the boy and flinched, as if waiting to be punished. Bad, bad, bad badbad--no hurting, no clawing--nonono just a tiny mistake....bitty mistake...

She turned dark, dark eyes up to the red-haired boy as he asked her.

...Know...? Know, know, know, know know...? Tears dropped from her eyes.

"...He's my baby..."

It was then she heard a yell, and a thud. She looked quickly, to see that the bumblebee was still standing. Tom she couldn't see. Panic gripping her heart, Merope took off from the alley, headed straight for the battle field.