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Rats (gen)
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fandomsecrets (the crossover fic request meme)
Title: Rats
Author: rhap_chan
Fandom: Harry Potter/Discworld
Pairing: Peter Pettigrew and the Death of Rats gen
Prompt: Death comes for all... and the Death of Rats has come for Wormtail.
Rating: G
Word Count: 263
Warnings: spoilers for Deathly Hallows (obviously)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Discworld belongs to Terry Pratchett. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: SQUEAK, the Death of Rats said finally when it stood over the corpse. It wasn't pretty, nor the shape he was used to, but rats were simple.
The cellar was silent and the heroes had slunk far off to do their hero work before he emerged from the shadows. He knew better than to interfere with hero work. Sure, he was Death, but there was no need for that sort of trouble. Even the raven had managed to keep its mouth shut.
SQUEAK, the Death of Rats said finally when it stood over the corpse. It wasn't pretty, nor the shape he was used to, but rats were simple. They always were. The raven looked thoughtfully at Peter and ventured an eyeball peck, but it was just for show. He didn't want it either.
"Agreed," Quoth said, turning away and scratching in the dust. "It'd make me embarrassed to be a rat too."
The little scythe swung and both creatures got barely a glimpse of a panicky face before an entirely different hand reached out and pulled Peter into what even the Death of Rats expected to be an unpleasant afterlife. The door into Hades shut with an unpleasant squeak. The pair of them turned to leave. There was no need to stay here any longer-- not with heroes lurking around the corner, playing around with fate like it was their own to play around with.
The Death of Rats hesitated, and then turned back for just a moment, and kicked. The corpse didn't bounce, being the former domicile of such a large rat, but the Death of Rats felt better about things.
Two small glowing eyes dissolved in a pop. The Death of Rats had better things to do.
fandomsecrets (the crossover fic request meme)Title: Rats
Author: rhap_chan
Fandom: Harry Potter/Discworld
Pairing: Peter Pettigrew and the Death of Rats gen
Prompt: Death comes for all... and the Death of Rats has come for Wormtail.
Rating: G
Word Count: 263
Warnings: spoilers for Deathly Hallows (obviously)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Discworld belongs to Terry Pratchett. This fanfic is a derivative of canon material that is not my property. I do not profit from these writings. The opinions and actions expressed in these stories are not necessarily the views and beliefs of the original author or me.
Excerpt: SQUEAK, the Death of Rats said finally when it stood over the corpse. It wasn't pretty, nor the shape he was used to, but rats were simple.
The cellar was silent and the heroes had slunk far off to do their hero work before he emerged from the shadows. He knew better than to interfere with hero work. Sure, he was Death, but there was no need for that sort of trouble. Even the raven had managed to keep its mouth shut.
SQUEAK, the Death of Rats said finally when it stood over the corpse. It wasn't pretty, nor the shape he was used to, but rats were simple. They always were. The raven looked thoughtfully at Peter and ventured an eyeball peck, but it was just for show. He didn't want it either.
"Agreed," Quoth said, turning away and scratching in the dust. "It'd make me embarrassed to be a rat too."
The little scythe swung and both creatures got barely a glimpse of a panicky face before an entirely different hand reached out and pulled Peter into what even the Death of Rats expected to be an unpleasant afterlife. The door into Hades shut with an unpleasant squeak. The pair of them turned to leave. There was no need to stay here any longer-- not with heroes lurking around the corner, playing around with fate like it was their own to play around with.
The Death of Rats hesitated, and then turned back for just a moment, and kicked. The corpse didn't bounce, being the former domicile of such a large rat, but the Death of Rats felt better about things.
Two small glowing eyes dissolved in a pop. The Death of Rats had better things to do.