Wisps of Smoke Teasers
Feb. 26th, 2019 11:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kurosakiami01So, here you have a couple of teasers I posted on Tumblr of the Wisps of Smoke and Colourful Souls rewrite!
[WSCS is a Harry Potter/Katekyou Hitman Reborn! crossover. Harry/Reborn; Soulmate!AU. THE SLOWEST of burns. I started it in 2016 and now I've started revising it and trying to write more for it - hopefully before May I can start posting again.]
Snippet from chapter 1, part 4:
And the second, well. The incident at the zoo during Dudley’s birthday convinced Renato it couldn’t be Flames, because if there was any kind of Flame that gave their users ability to talk to animals—or snakes, whatever—the fact would be already widely known in the underworld.
So Renato was pretty sure that Harry’s abilities did not rely on Dying Will Flames at all, and had accepted that fact long before the boy’s birthday arrived.
That’s probably the only reason why he isn’t overly surprised when Harry lets him know the night of July thirty-first that a suspicious letter had arrived for him that morning, claiming that he is a wizard and that he has been enrolled in a school for magic.
Magic, of all things.
“And what did you do?” he asks, curious about the way Harry handled the situation.
“Um,” Harry says sheepishly.
Snippet from a very future chapter:
The little bit of awareness he had gotten back disappears completely as he’s drowned in a wave of pure, unadulterated hate. He gathers his energy, his will, his magic, and he’s just about to do… something with his Flames that he will never be able to take back, when a sense of calmness crashes into him as if from above, merging into his agitated Flames and sinking into his core.
The white noise fades, little by little, and he blinks, feeling a little drowsy and out-of-sorts. He’s being held. By who?
“Are you okay there, Harry?” a known voice asks, and Harry squints as he tries to focus on the blurry face hovering over him. Nice hair, strong eyebrows, brown eyes—
“Cedric?” he asks, frowning. His voice comes out all wrong and slurry.
“Sorry, sorry. This is—I did something, but I’m not sure what, and now you and that,” he looks nervously to the side, and Harry remembers there was someone else there with them, “that man are kinda sleepy? Well, no, you are, he’s out cold, and—”
“Cedric. Ced.” Harry blinks quickly, trying to wake up his brain. His eyes finally focus and he can see Cedric’s expression, full of fear and confusion and determination, and there, barely visible around him, a shuddering hint of blue.
[WSCS is a Harry Potter/Katekyou Hitman Reborn! crossover. Harry/Reborn; Soulmate!AU. THE SLOWEST of burns. I started it in 2016 and now I've started revising it and trying to write more for it - hopefully before May I can start posting again.]
Snippet from chapter 1, part 4:
And the second, well. The incident at the zoo during Dudley’s birthday convinced Renato it couldn’t be Flames, because if there was any kind of Flame that gave their users ability to talk to animals—or snakes, whatever—the fact would be already widely known in the underworld.
So Renato was pretty sure that Harry’s abilities did not rely on Dying Will Flames at all, and had accepted that fact long before the boy’s birthday arrived.
That’s probably the only reason why he isn’t overly surprised when Harry lets him know the night of July thirty-first that a suspicious letter had arrived for him that morning, claiming that he is a wizard and that he has been enrolled in a school for magic.
Magic, of all things.
“And what did you do?” he asks, curious about the way Harry handled the situation.
“Um,” Harry says sheepishly.
Snippet from a very future chapter:
The little bit of awareness he had gotten back disappears completely as he’s drowned in a wave of pure, unadulterated hate. He gathers his energy, his will, his magic, and he’s just about to do… something with his Flames that he will never be able to take back, when a sense of calmness crashes into him as if from above, merging into his agitated Flames and sinking into his core.
The white noise fades, little by little, and he blinks, feeling a little drowsy and out-of-sorts. He’s being held. By who?
“Are you okay there, Harry?” a known voice asks, and Harry squints as he tries to focus on the blurry face hovering over him. Nice hair, strong eyebrows, brown eyes—
“Cedric?” he asks, frowning. His voice comes out all wrong and slurry.
“Sorry, sorry. This is—I did something, but I’m not sure what, and now you and that,” he looks nervously to the side, and Harry remembers there was someone else there with them, “that man are kinda sleepy? Well, no, you are, he’s out cold, and—”
“Cedric. Ced.” Harry blinks quickly, trying to wake up his brain. His eyes finally focus and he can see Cedric’s expression, full of fear and confusion and determination, and there, barely visible around him, a shuddering hint of blue.
