I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again since no-one has yet given me a valid reason as to why James Potter, lacking a wand, didn’t just transform into Prongs when Voldy turned up and like… fucking spear him. Why didn’t he do that? Like I don’t care how astonishingly powerful a dark wizard he was, no-one could ever be prepared for walking into a house and there’s just… a massive fuck off stag staring you down? How could you possibly react to that?
You couldn’t, giving said stag the opportunity to put an antler through his eye and save the day. Not to mention, can you imagine the Prophet headlines if that was how it’d gone down?
“Local Fauna Disagrees with the Dark Lord!” “Voldemort ReVealed!” “Furry Defeats Dark Wizard!”
Oh my god revealed
This was the kind of response I was angling for with this post thank you
“I will,” confirmed the villain. “No more battles, no more deaths. We leave together and never come back.”
“But…why?” The hero’s voice cracked in confusion. “What do you gain?”
“I get to live,” the villain admitted. “I need to be in proximity to you and your powers or I start coughing up blood. I don’t know when it happened but…it doesn’t matter anymore. You can leave me to cough up my lungs, but I assure you, I’ll blow up the entire city before I finally die.”
“We don’t have to leave though,” the hero said, mind whirring. “You don’t have to hoard me all to yourself. I’m perfectly willing to- to help you out in return for no civilian casualties. You don’t have to blackmail me, I don’t- I like helping people.” They offered the villain a small smile and their outstretched hand. “I could help you, too.”
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