.: First Snowfall :.

He felt a stab of pity for Voldemort at that moment. He was suddenly reminded that this cold, awful man had never known love, had never had a childhood. Voldemort had never laughed at anything other than the pain of others.

Well - desperate times call for desperate measures.

Pausing for a moment in his step, Harry bent down to gather some snow into his hands. It was wet and icy against his bare fingers, but Harry ignored the sting of the snow on his skin so that he might quickly and silently pack it into a ball.

Here, at least, was something that Harry could best Voldemort at, and perhaps he could give him a taste of the childhood he'd been cheated of at the orphanage. Harry had been a valiant and hearty warrior in many a snowball battle with the Weasleys, and his packing skills combined with his Seeker's ability to pay close attention to his surroundings afforded him the concentration needed to detect even the slightest shift in -

There was an abrupt rustling in the branches above him, and the next thing Harry knew, he was totally covered, head to foot, in a giant heap of icy, wet snow.

Voldemort threw a casual glance over his shoulder, just quick enough for Harry to see the smirk on his lips. Scowling, Harry stepped out of the mound snow, shaking his head vigorously and sending chunks of snow flying from his hair.

"That's not fair!" Harry protested loudly, still brushing himself off and hating the whine in his voice. "You're supposed to make it into balls."

"Oh?" Voldemort whirled around gracefully. A smirk touched his lips, and the sight still sent a shiver down Harry's spine that had nothing to do with the snow up his shirt. "Pardon my inexperience."

Voldemort turned his palms upward, the cunning smile never leaving his face. As he raised his hands slowly in the air, snowballs, over a dozen of them, simultaneously rose up from the ground as well, perfectly formed and compact and the most artfully crafted snowballs Harry had ever seen.

But there was no time to be impressed. The boy's eyes could only widen in absolute horror. "Oh -"
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For Katie, who has written the best piece of Harry/Voldemort fanfiction that I've ever read.

The story is slash and can be found here: www.fanfiction.net/s/7387895/1/Freefall

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Jeez, this is the first time I've cracked open Photoshop in well over a year. Hell, this is the first thing I've drawn in over a year. I'm so rusty. ^_^;;

Life is still hectic. I finally bought a new scanner, so yay! The next day I'm off I'll go through my DA mailbox. I see a ton of stuff in it. How has everyone been? I MISS YOU ALL!!

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Pencil sketch - 15 min?
Lineart on Photoshop - 1.5 hours
Coloring on Photoshop - 4 hours