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    Weekly Drabble Challenge - Infamous Words #4 - Closed for Judging

    Your prompt this week is to pick one of the following quotes that inspires you and write a drabble about it. You can use any character you want and time period.

    Catch: This must be written in first-person, and the quote must be in the drabble.

    I'll be nice and say that the quote itself doesn't have to count towards the "word count"

    Quote #1
    “There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth...not going all the way, and not starting.” ~ Buddha

    Quote #2
    “Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going.” ~ Jim Rohn

    Quote #3
    “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.” ~ Seneca

    Quote #4
    “A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step.” ~ Lao Tzu

    Quote #5
    “So many fail because they don't get started - they don't go. They don't overcome inertia. They don't begin.” ~ W. Clement Stone
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    Winners will be awarded 15, 10, and 5 points respectively.

    All drabbles must be less than 500 words; All standard grammar rules, and MNFF submissions guidelines apply.

    The challenge will be up for a week, and be closed exactly a week later (December 28th).

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    Title:A Good Man
    Warnings:none.
    Word Count:493
    Character & Quote: Regulus Black, Quote 4
    Authors Notes: I haven't done one of these for awhile, so let's see how I do. I also don't typically write in first person either.


    A wise man once said that a journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step. I am far from a wise man and I have never really done anything that I can look back on in pride, but as I stand on the shore, looking across the fierce chasm of water below to the cave, I feel this wise man’s words sink in.

    As a boy I had been given everything in the world and never had I been asked to do anything that was worthy to be called a true accomplishment. Now as I stand on the edge of my life, as a dark and unknown path stretches ahead of me, I feel my fear race through me, but I also feel exhilaration. It is as if I had only been living in a dream world before and now I have finally woken up to the excruciating beauty and pain of life.

    At least, I am not alone. Strange that the one person that is by my side as I come to my end is the last person I would have expected. Kreacher looks up at me with his large, iridescent eyes and begs me to stay here on this shore. I wish I could give him this one thing, but I could never live with the man I would become. I would become a coward who could not face his own death. I think of my brother and know he wouldn’t have hesitated to cross over to the other side.

    Every sense of mine sharpens. As I make my way down to the water’s edge, I can feel the grate of the rocks on my hands and feel the stings of the cuts. It revitalizes me. Every step I take brings me further along on my journey and I wonder where the wise man’s journey ended for him. Did he find a peace in the end? Was there glory waiting for him?

    I know that my journey of a thousand miles will end in my death and as I wade across the icy waters of the sea, I can see the end speeding towards me, unstoppable and undeniable. Still, I take a step and then another. The frigid waters numb my legs and my fingers tingle as they graze the top of the frothy surface. And as always by my side is the ever loyal Kreacher.

    I have reached the other side and as I come out of the water, I look back and see my old life disappear. I am no longer a Death Eater. I no longer expect to ever have love in my life or see the beauty of a sunrise again. I will never hear Sirius laugh again. Though my heart aches for all the things I will lose, I can not go back to that old life, that safe past.

    “Kreacher lead the way,” I say.

    Now I can die a good man.

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    Title: Revenge of the Holiday Gift
    Warnings: None
    Word Count: 413
    Character & Quote: Harry Potter and Quote #2

    I sat in the Gryffindor common room, glaring down at the open book in front of me and wishing it would disappear or suddenly burst into flames. Christmas had just passed, but its memories were lingering around like a lost puppy. Hermione must have been thinking she was being very helpful in getting me the supposedly encourage day planner that barked things such as: If you don't start early, you'll be rushed in the end; or Don't be lazy, get a move on! You've only got a week left! Although I know she probably meant to do good deep down, but I still had the nagging feeling at the back of my mind suggesting she gave it to me as a sort of revenge for all the times I copied her notes.

    My green eyes lazily scanned the pages, wondering when Hermione had stolen the planner to write in all of my upcoming assignment in her loopy cursive. If I remembered correctly, the planner had been "accidentally" torn in half, scattered throughout the boy's dorm room as well as through several hidden passages throughout the castle. How Hermione happened to come across every "missing" piece and put it all back together was beyond me. I'd have to get those six knuts back from Ginny for failing to dispose of the evidence properly.

    I jabbed my quill at the script-filled page, making black ink blotches across the assignments I least wanted to do.

    "Be sure to stay organized, or else you'll regret it later!" the perky voice scolded happily as the page was suddenly cleaned.

    Letting out an annoyed groan, I tried to snap the planner shut, hoping to pick up the Quidditch book to my left, which would give me several tips on quickening my speed, but the planner bounced back open as if it were on springs.

    "What the-?" I started to ask out loud but was cut off again when it started speaking again. I was on the verge of throwing it across the common room and into the roaring fire but some first years that had been outside earlier in what appeared to be a snow fight were warming their hands by the flames, blocking my aim.

    “Motivation is what gets you started. Habit is what keeps you going!”

    I rolled my eyes and felt a sudden pain in my head as my forehead interfaced with the table in front of me.

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    Title: Nan's marrows.
    Warnings: None
    Word Count: 484
    Character & Quote: Tonks and quote #5
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    It was my first Order of the Phoenix meeting and, as I leant back in my chair in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, I was increasingly aware of how much more experienced everyone was. They were discussing Harry, and how to get him out of his house with the least possible disruption to his Muggle relatives’ house. Sitting next to me was Sirius, who wanted to transform into Padfoot and race over to rescue his godson but Albus Dumbledore had decided that was unwise. There was a small cough from the man sitting on Sirius’ other side. Sirius had introduced him to me earlier as Remus Lupin – a friend from school.

    “He’s a very good flyer,” said Remus. “There would be no problem with him getting here by broom – as long as he had an escort.”

    “I don’t think they’ll be any shortage of volunteers for that particular task,” replied Dumbledore. His eyes twinkled and then he looked directly at me. “Nymphadora, I know how well you fly. I remember you playing Quidditch. I take it you will be part of the guard.”

    “Y...yes, sir,” I stuttered, still unable to call my old Headmaster by his first name. At least that’s something I can do, I thought.

    I could see Remus looking at me. He gave me a sudden, and rather shy, smile which illuminated his weary looking face. I blushed and knocked over my, thankfully empty, teacup.

    “We still need a way of distracting his aunt and uncle,” said Kingsley Shacklebolt, sitting at Dumbledore’s side.

    “Can’t we just Confund them?” asked Dedalus Diggle.

    “We cannot use too much magic in a Muggle area,” replied Dumbledore; a faint note of reproof in his voice.

    A germ of an idea was forming in my mind, but...no...it was stupid and I didn’t dare utter it. I looked up and caught Dumbledore’s eye. He was smiling, very slightly, and suddenly I remembered his speech at my last Hogwarts feast.

    “So many fail because they don't get started - they don't go. They don't overcome inertia. They don't begin.”

    “Um...” I said, and then reddened as everyone in the room looked at me. I cleared my throat. “My nan is very proud of her marrows,” I began, conscious that Remus was looking at me oddly whilst Sirius was stifling a laugh. “My Muggle nan, I should say...” I looked up at Dumbledore; he nodded encouragingly. “In fact, she wins prizes for them. Now, from what I’ve heard about Harry’s relatives, they’re very proud of their garden, so...” I paused and began to smile, enjoying my moment, “why don’t I send them a letter informing them they’ve been short-listed for the All-England Best Kept Suburban Lawn Competition, or something? I’ll enclose three invitations to a prize-giving night at a swanky hotel. That should keep them occupied.”

    A silence descended upon the room. I looked at my feet. It was obviously a bad idea.

    “Nymphadora, that’s brilliant!” exclaimed Remus.

    I looked into his eyes and grinned. “Call me Tonks.”
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    Title: The Choice is Yours
    Warnings: Character Death, Mild Language
    Word Count: 498 - without quote
    Character & Quote: Bellatrix and Dumbledore - Quote 4
    Authors Notes: As many of you know, I don't believe Bellatrix died in DH. However, it worked for this drabble so I went with it. This does not change my opinion and I am still willing to argue about it. :P


    Something was wrong, I knew it at once. The world was different. I struggled to remember what happened. There was a battle. I was fighting for my lord. The Weasley woman attacked me. The last thing I could remember was a flash of green.

    Green from the Killing Curse.

    Something was wrong, indeed. I was dead.

    Looking around, I desperately tried to identify something, but there was nothing there. I was in a void, surrounded only by darkness and smoke. Was I in hell?

    “You’re not in hell, Bellatrix,” a voice told me. “Not yet, at least.”

    I looked up to see a man standing above me. The last man I wanted to see. He stared down at me with twinkling eyes and a wide smile. After leaving Hogwarts, I expected to be free of him. I’d been wrong. Even in death, Albus Dumbledore continued to annoy me.

    “Are you supposed to be my judge or my guardian angel?” I asked, hoping to hit the appropriate notes for sarcasm. Still adjusting to being dead, I didn’t trust my ability to do much.

    “In a way, both,” he replied, uninterested in my snarky remarks. Some things never changed.

    “So send me to hell, then,” I snapped. “It’ll be more enjoyable than being listening to you.”

    “Do you feel you deserve hell?” he asked me.

    “Why not?” I shrugged. “Everyone else does. I killed. I tortured. Does it matter either way? Does it matter that I was trying to make the world better?”

    “Better for whom?”

    I realized I didn’t know anymore. For the first time in many years, my mind was free to think. My master didn’t loom over me, clouding my judgment with his perfection. Dementors weren’t pulling at my memories. Being left alone with my thoughts, I wasn’t sure how to answer the question.

    “Do you remember why you joined the Dark Lord?” Dumbledore asked.

    “There were many reasons,” I cried. “Everything was crazy back then. It seemed like the right thing to do. My family wanted it. Then I fell in love with him.”

    He nodded. “A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step. You made a choice to do what your family wanted. Had you not done that, you may have never even been face to face with Voldemort. Your whole life could’ve been different. You didn’t have to die at the end of a Killing Curse.”

    “Kind of late to think about that isn’t it?” I snapped.

    “No,” he replied. “I’m here to give you a message. You’ve been given a second chance, if you want it. Before you met Voldemort, you chose to follow him. You chose to believe in him. That was the wrong choice. You’re being given a chance to change it. Go back. Stay away from that life.”

    I didn’t know what to think. A life without the Dark Lord. Did I even want to know what that was? What was the alternative? Eternity in flames?

    “The choice is yours,” Dumbledore persisted.

    I stared at him, trying to decide.

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    Title: The Death of Voldemort
    Warnings: Death
    Word Count: 287, quite short for me
    Character & Quote: Harry & Quote 3
    Authors Notes: I'm sorry for the shortness, I wrote this after I wrote the Twelve Days of Christmas challenge, so I'm kind of in that mood. Enjoy!
    That was it. That was the final straw.

    I stood there, everything going by as if they were in slow motion, watching the spell aimed by me hit the curse made by him and repel back and go toward him instead of me.

    Then the terror spread across his face and he realized he was going to die. The curse hit him and he fell, spread eagle on the floor. Then the moment after the confirmation was made that he was truly dead, the Great Hall erupted into ear-shattering screams of joy. People were hugging others and tears came down from faces, and lovers were kissing madly. I, however, stood there in disbelief, soaking every second of this in. My feelings were mixed, still not exactly sure about how to react.

    One part of me, though considerably smaller than the other part, was taunting, “You’re a killer now, Harry, no greater than Voldemort. You should of let him suffer, let him not go on to the great beyond.” The other part was arguing, “We defeated him, and now the world is free of his reign! Why aren’t you rejoicing?” I was so caught between the two, I was immune to everyone around me, celebrating the defeat and running up to congratulate me. I couldn’t see how happy everyone was, partying at the end of his reign and waiting to start their new lives. The sides arguing were drowned out by a new, more powerful voice, saying, “Every beginning comes from some other beginning’s end” The second side’s voice suddenly became more powerful and more insightful, winning the argument between them. I snapped back into the world around me, smiling at all my friends and celebrating with them.
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    Title: The Cave
    Warnings: None
    Word Count: 492
    Character & Quote: Voldemort and the W. Clement Stone quote.
    Authors Notes: A glimpse into Voldemort's mind and his possession of Quirrell.

    For a while, I had nothing but time.

    “So many fail because they don't get started - they don't go. They don't overcome inertia. They don't begin.”

    And the voices. They provided me with quotes from worthless speakers, Professors, fools, and Mudbloods. They were nothing but the shredded relics of my memory, passing occasionally under the magnifying glass that was my consciousness, my will, and my intent. That is to say, the very thing which kept me alive for ten years when everything else was gone. Purpose.

    “Are you calling me inert?” I asked the voice. Perhaps it was madness to talk back to voices, to memories, but I had never shied from madness. Anarchy. Chaos. The idea of it tantalized my consciousness, electrifying that will to live—no, to exist, for living was weak. Flesh was weak. I was so much more than that. I was no longer human, but I was still a being.

    “Don’t seem to be up to much, these days,” the voice replied with my own scathing drawl. Why shouldn’t it have my scathing drawl—it effectively was my voice.

    “I lack a body,” I replied to it.

    “So very inert indeed.”

    “But not a failure.”

    “Oh no?” the voice replied; this fraction of myself, this splinter of my being. “Inertia leads surely to failure, but so do many other roads. Duelling with infants, for example.”

    I hadn’t been aware I possessed any sense of humour whatsoever. It was something I prided myself in, yet in this abstract fragment, I dared to be ironic.

    “Those who do not begin certainly fail, but those who begin fail quite often as well.”

    “Not I,” I told the voice.

    “You have begun, and you have ended short of your goals. You have failed.”

    “I have not ended. I have not failed.”

    “The boy still lives, life goes on for the Mudbloods, intermingling with purer stock, tainting wizardkind.”

    “The boy still lives, true, but I still…am.”

    “But you are nothing.”

    “No,” my conscious self raged at the voice. “I am everything.” I could feel my spirit swell. Somewhere at the mouth of the cave, a creature stirred. A sheep or a salamander, I did not care. I pounced on it, sinking my spirit into its weak material flesh, invading its thoughts, its mind, its soul. Its human soul.

    A rattling gasp escaped the human’s mouth and I instantly became aware that I was luckier than I could have hoped. A wizard; his thoughts spelled that out to me.

    Pleased, the voice hissed to me. “You will fail if you do not finish that which you’ve begun.”

    “I will finish that which I’ve begun,” I told it, and as the world slid into focus, the voices slid out, and I made that human’s flesh my flesh, and was once more.

    “Hello, Mr. Quirrell,” I whispered into the flesh ear that, from this day on, would also be my own. Sweet, glorious flesh.

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    Title: Together
    Warnings: Slash mentioned
    Word Count: 500!
    Character & Quote: Remus Lupin, Quote #3
    I didn’t know if I should travel back to his home, pay tribute to his soul, or to lock myself in my own home with an infinite amount of tea and books, never to step foot outside again. As I sat in my favorite worn chair, the latter appeared the best choice. I had taken residence in this same chair and pondered these same options for many days, sometimes venturing into the world, other times simply disappearing within these walls.

    Today felt like a day that I needed to disappear.

    Letting out a slow breath, I relaxed, my body sagging into the concave chair back. I closed my eyes, and instantly I was overwhelmed by images of him: the brilliant smile that lit his face before he transformed into a giant dog, the way he shook his head to clear the runaway hair strands irritating his eyes, but mostly I remembered the look his eyes held. The true, utter joy that had looked back at me so often for so long, yet I had missed that look for nearly twelve years.

    I heard a soft knock at the door, breaking me from my memories, and I jumped slightly—no visitors were expected.

    Placing my hands on the armrests, I stood up gingerly, the aches from my recent transformation more prominent than ever, and walked to the door to look out the small eyehole. A shock of violet hair met my eyes, and a small grin met my lips.

    “Hello, Tonks,” I greeted as I opened the door, doing everything to rearrange my face into happiness that I didn’t feel.

    She stepped through, a large basket cradled in her small arms. “Wotcher. I brought some food and whatnot in case you’ve forgotten to eat.”

    The strained smile faded a little, causing it to feel even more fake. “I’ve actually remembered to eat, thank you, Nymphadora.”

    “Remus Lupin!”

    “Well, I don’t appreciate you assuming I’ve gone to the dogs.”

    She paused. “Fair enough, but you’re not the only one who lost him.”

    At this, I was silent. She wasn’t even here for me—she was here for herself. I stiffly readjusted myself, thinking of anything to say, anything at all.

    “The way I see it,” I began, “is every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” The last few words faded and ended lamely. Looking to her as we stood juxtaposed at my counter corner, I searched her face. The usual happiness that lit it was as missing as mine seemed, and I suddenly felt a strange need for her to stay here. She was feeling the same loss I was, only for a cousin instead of a lover. At this final word, my heart skipped a beat, and the pain resurfaced.

    “Very clever, Remus, but that is for us together too, not only as individuals,” she offered, her eyes locked on mine.

    “Together…” I repeated, trailing off as I stared back at her, images of Sirius still jumping through my mind.
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    Title: A Glimpse of Gold
    Warnings: None
    Word Count: 499 (not counting the nine in the quote)
    Character & Quote: Lucius Malfoy: Quote #3 “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end.” ~ Seneca
    Authors Notes: I have no idea if my musings about Lucius Malfoy are canonically correct but it feels right to me, somehow.

    I strolled confidently out of the Ministry of Magic. Narcissa and Draco having been cleared some time ago, but unfortunately, my case had been, well let’s just say ‘a bit more complicated’ and let it go at that. A completely free man, for the first time in a long while, I was ready for my next, great adventure. But whither, whither should I run? Normally, my life’s biggest problem was one of too many choices; unfortunately, my circumstances had been drastically altered. As my old man used to say, ‘Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end,’ which had meant precious little to me then, but lately I found myself haunted by this simple sentiment.

    Before, when I walked down Diagon Alley, I was aware of all eyes upon me, following my every move in silent adoration; now, I had the distinct impression of people darting out of my way. Understandably, those who bought into the many unsubstantiated rumours surrounding my short incarceration might feel a bit uneasy in my presence, but they were so much meaningless dollops of magically enhanced ooze, not worthy of my notice. The others, my supposed peers, however, were a bit of a bother. Absolutely no loyalty, I tell you. Oh well, a new beginning was upon me.

    Having come to the proverbial fork in the road, I made my way up the dark, turning paths that led one through the heart of Knockturn Alley. I had an appointment. A ‘friend of a friend’, I guess you’d call him, except that the person who’d set up the meeting was a dodgy little man of whom I’d become acquainted through questionable means. I was extremely leery. I walked into the pub and looked around.

    “The bloke’ll be wearin’ a red carnation,” my new friend had said.

    Derivative, naturally, but effective as I saw the little fellow right off. I paid for my Fire Whiskey, and nonchalantly made my way to his table, which was sadly right by the main window.

    “Well,” I began, sitting down across from him. “I understand you have an interesting business proposition?”

    I smiled charmingly at him, knowing full well what was to come. He began speaking, painting pretty pictures of past Quidditch glory, and better days to come. He stressed that the present drought of wins was due to poor management, something easily set aright ‘with a gent such as yourself.’ I smiled indulgently then asked about the bottom line.

    “No, that won’t do,” I assured him, rising to leave. “Intriguing thought, but the price is simply too dear.”

    That had him. I allowed myself to be persuaded to stay, and elegantly returned to my seat. I watched as he sadly admitted that perhaps he had understated some of the pitfalls of owning the Holyhead Harpies. Some of the players were well beyond their primes.

    “Possibly,” I added, helpfully, “not to mention that the public’s interest in professional Quidditch may also be waning.”

    I sat at the table, deep in thought.

    “Well,” said I, finally. “How about this?”

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    Title: The Journey to the Truth Begins
    Warnings: one tiny bad word
    Word Count:500 plus the 19 for the quote
    Character & Quote: Skylar Black - #1-“There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth...not going all the way, and not starting.” ~ Buddha
    Authors Notes: This will be part of my story The Unknown Heir.

    “Skylar, dear, are you sure about this? I wish you would take Rick with you at least,” said Helen Thomas.

    I stopped in my packing to look at Rick’s mother. Since my mother died, she had been a patient and wonderful surrogate.

    “I’m sure, Mrs T. I need to do this alone,” I told her gently.

    “But maybe you should wait, just for a little while. You only just graduated today,” she said pleadingly.

    Sighing, I turn and look at her. Walking over to her, I hug her tightly. As I let her go, I smile down at her. Patting her shoulder I turn and go back to my packing.

    “In one of our classes, we were given quotes to discuss. One of them was by Buddha. He was a Muggle man who was a religious man. He said, ‘There are two mistakes one can make along the road to truth…not going all the way, and not starting’. I have to know the truth and I fear if I don’t start right now, today, I won’t ever get started.” I hope she understands what I am trying to say.

    I see her nod before she leaves me alone in my room. I know the subject isn’t closed, but for now, I am alone with my packing and my thoughts.

    ***

    “Skylar, I wish you’d let me come with you,” Rick said as he entered my room. “Mom is going to be unbearable once you leave. I don’t understand why you have to do this alone.”

    “Rick, we’ve been over this. I am going, and I am going alone. If I run into any trouble, I’ll let you know. You can be on the first plane to England to come and rescue me,” I tell him as I zip my last suitcase.

    “You just don’t want the competition for any hot witches over there,” Rick said smiling.

    “Damn, you figured it out. Here I thought I had hidden my true motives so well,” I answer him, punching his arm.

    “All packed? Ready to go?” asked Mr Thomas from the doorway.

    “Yes, sir.” I answer at once. Reaching down, I picked up one of my suitcases and my carry-on bag. I motion for Rick to pick up the other one.

    “We’d better get going then. It is an hour’s drive to the airport,” Mr Thomas said as he stepped back from the doorway.

    ***

    Three hours later, I’m sitting on a plane on my way to England. I can’t quite decide what I’m feeling. I am excited; I’m going to find out the truth about my father. I am sad; I’m leaving my home behind and everything I’ve ever known. I am scared; I wonder what I’ll find out about my father.

    I think back to what I told Rick’s mother and I know I am not going to make any mistakes on my way to the truth about Sirius Black.

    I settled back in my seat and go over exactly what I am going to do on my road to the truth. I know that road began with Harry Potter.
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