((OOC: Just casually reblogging some photos I took during the Harry Potter Festival. You’re all officially invited for next year ‘cause this was amazing af!))
((OOC: Okay, so I filmed this ages ago coughlastnovembercough but I never really finished what I had in mind for it, but also thought it was a shame to go to waste. So here is a minimalistic version of the scene from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, chapter 22 – “After the Burial”. sorry ‘but dark gifs))
In Hagrids hut around his enormous table sits three shadows. The biggest of them is heavy asleep with his giant head against the wall, snoring loudly. Across from the young boy with the round glasses sits an elderly Hogwarts teacher who finally pulled himself together and asked questions, which have tormented him for so many years.
“I don’t—don’t suppose you remember it, Harry?” he asked awkwardly.
“No—well, I was only one when they died,” said Harry, his eyes on the flame of the candle flickering in Hagrid’s heavy snores.
“But I’ve found out pretty much what happened since. My dad died first. Did you know that?”
“I—I didn’t,” said Slughorn in a hushed voice.
“Yeah… Voldemort murdered him and then stepped over his body toward my mum,” said Harry.
Slughorn gave a great shudder, but he did not seem able to tear his horrified gaze away from Harry’s face.
“He told her to get out of the way,” said Harry remorselessly.
“He told me she needn’t have died. He only wanted me. She could have run.”
“Oh dear,” breathed Slughorn. “She could have… she needn’t… That’s awful…”
“It is, isn’t it?” said Harry, in a voice barely more than a whisper.
“But she didn’t move.
Dad was already dead,
but she didn’t want me to go too.
She tried to plead with Voldemort…
but he just laughed…”
“That’s enough!” said Slughorn suddenly, raising a shaking hand”
FIN
Voldemort played by the grossly talented @sirussly
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