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Title: Zombie Merry-go-round
Pairing: none, mention of Lily/Scorpius
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 296
Warning: useless, pacifist Zombies.
Disclaimer: Not mine, just playing with 'em.
Notes: written for the
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Lily wasn't sure why she was standing here, surrounded by the shambling, rotting undead that traipsed along Godric's Hollow high street. They ignored her, merely moving uncertainly in one direction, then another. They didn't seem to hunger after her brain, they didn't seem to want to devour her flesh, they just....wandered about moaning quietly to themselves. Sometimes, they bumped into one another, which led to an almost comedic sight. They would wave their arms and legs, groan more loudly than normal and end up falling over.
“Lils! I've got him!” The shout came from their house, the home they'd abandoned when it became clear that the contagion had Godric's Hollow firmly in it's grasp.
Lily ran over to the spot that Albus' voice had came from, running into the back garden and quickly finding Albus. He was crouched down in front of what appeared to be a filthy bundle of rags. At a closer glance, it became clear that the rags housed James, her eldest and favourite brother. He had a daisy chain around his head, although it was drooping slightly to left due to the fact that James' left ear had apparently fallen off.
As James' yellowing, runny eyes looked at her, and a strange garbled noise fell from his lips, she sighed. They'd just have to put him with Aunt Hermione and Uncle Percy in the henhouse. She took James' hand and pulled gently, mentally listing all the other family members they needed to find, and wondering Scorpius would enlarge the henhouse for her. Her Dad was off trying to find the Bokor, or Bokors who were responsible for the contagion. Her job was to play Zombie guard/Zoo keeper.
Blood may be thicker than water, but Lily wished that pus was less whiffy.