Harry Potter Drabbles
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thanfiction held a "Who's fic is it anyway" contest in which people gave prompts and writers clamed them and wrote them as fast as possible. Here are my drabbles.
Predictions
Remus Lupin. Angst. 292 words
"It will be fun," he had said.
He had thought it too. The others hadn't thought it would be necessary, after all, why would they have to make a date for ten years later when they were sure to see each other all the time.
"It will be fun," Remus had repeated. "We'll see the sparks and we'll laugh."
He wasn't laughing now. The burst of sparks from his wand had been unexpected and then he had watched frozen as they composed into the form of a stag that ran around the room followed by a dog, a rat and finally a wolf. It was supposed to be a reminder, in case any of them forgot, but who would, Moony? and they were supposed to meet on the Shrieking Shark, just the four of them. A celebration.
Celebrate we left Hogwarts?, but why, Moony? I rather liked it here.
But James had agreed and when James made a decision Sirius would follow it and Peter, well, Peter had never said no to them. So the spell had been cast and they had joked about how they would be probably having a pint together anyway when it was triggered…
Remus opened the firewhisky bottle he kept on the back of his closet, the one he had bought the last time he got fired from a job but never drank. It wasn't a pint, it wasn't a celebration at all but he was remembering – as if he could ever forget – and he drank to them; to the dead and to the traitor alike, to what they had been and to what they had become. Had a drink to times passed and didn't allow himself to think about the future. He was done making predictions.
Slip
Padma Patil. Angst. 252 words
Someone's crying by the bathroom door; it isn't unusual nowadays, it isn't even unexpected. It has become habitual and Padma isn't quite sure how to deal with that. She can calm first and second years just fine but there's a sixth year girl in the bathroom and Padma isn't sure what to say.
She opens the door anyway and Sofia looks at her, eyes red, tears still running down her cheeks.
Padma walks in and sits next to her. She isn't about to ask stupid questions. She understands. She was there when they broke Anthony's hand, when Terry got thrown down a flight of stairs, when Michael wouldn't wake up. She tended to them best as she could, she kept the rest of them ready, calmed, she stayed up with the little ones, telling them stories until they could sleep. She had seen it all and now Sofia, who took a Cruciatus only a week ago and then stood up like nothing had happened, is crying.
Padma waits until the tears slow down and then waits some more while they sit in silence on the bathroom floor. By the time Sofia stands up and gives Padma a small smile and a sincere word of thanks Padma has gotten so used to the silence that the words had startle her. They leave the bathroom together without another word and Padma heads to bed and in the privacy of the dorm, under the cover of night, lets a couple tears of her own slip.
As it should be
Lily/James, Sirius/James. 562 words
The day she found out she closed the door of the empty classroom and walked away. She didn't talk about it, she didn't know what to think and she went directly to her room and the last novel she had started and pointedly ignored the matter for the rest of the night.
It wasn't so easy the next day. They were there, at lunch, in classes and Lily couldn't help but follow their every move, study their every expression and listen to bits and pieces of their conversations. She should have noticed before, after all, everyone knew that James and Sirius were never without each other.
Later that afternoon when James asked her out she said yes, mainly because she had been confident that he wouldn't go through with it, not after what she had seen. But he had smiled at her in a way that took her breath away and promptly made plans to take her out next Saturday.
Against all her expectations she enjoyed the date and then accepted another and another. Before she knew it she was dating him and worse of all, she was falling for him. Still, she couldn't forget what she had seen that night and no matter with how much devotion and love James looked at her it wasn't the same expression she had seen was reserved for Sirius.
She followed them one night, followed them to the same classroom and this time she stayed more than a few minutes. She felt she should have been angry but she couldn't gather the emotions. Strangely enough it felt natural for them to be together and far from feeling wronged Lily felt that she was intruding. This was something theirs and, girlfriend or not, she had not right to be there.
It was almost graduation when she confessed to James. She blurted it out and when James turned red, an apology already on the tip of his tongue, she kissed him and said, "It's alright. If he can share I can share too." The smile James gave her was like no other and two days later he was asking her to marry him.
She didn't need to ask if Sirius was alright with it; James wouldn't have asked if he hadn't been. Months later, as she walked down the aisle she noticed James's eyes firmly on her but the back of his fingers were brushing against Sirius' who stood right beside him. As it should be, she thought as she walked the last few steps, As it has always been.
Endings
Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter. Angst. 145 words
It will end with a song, a flower and a thorn.
She held Teddy to her chest and sang to him. The melody was soft and soothing and she repeated it over and over again, her eyes firmly on her baby.
It will end with a smile, a joke and a laugh.
He held Teddy in his arms. He smiled down at him and whispered him a story, one of long ago, one of mischief and magic and his smile would be both at the future and at the past.
It will end as it begun.
Teddy seats on his bed, parchments and books around him and his fingertips covered in ink. On the bedside table the pictures of him and his parents are displayed. When Harry comes to get him Teddy gathers his things and waves goodbye before leaving.
It would end with hope.
Home
Terry Boot. Angst. 166 words
It isn't home anymore. It's a building, a flat, the reminders of what used to be. He isn't the same anyway, he's not a kid, he's not naive and he has killed, actually used his wand to end another's life. There's no coming back from that even if there was something to come back to.
Terry walks around the flat, to the kitchen, the living room, his parents' room, and feels like a stranger, as if he's walking in a museum after hours looking at all the valuable objects, treasures of people long gone.
The door to his room is closed and he doesn't open it. He doesn't go in. The visit doesn't last more than fifteen minutes and he walks out, empty handed and with no desire to ever go back.
Michael leans on the wall of the corridor waiting for him. Terry gives him a long look and closes the door.
"Ready to go home?" Michael asks and Terry nods. It's time to go.
Same old song and dance
Minerva McGonagall. Marauders. Humor. 347 words.
Minerva looked over to the Gryffindor table. She kept her eyes firmly focused on the four boys seating down the middle. They were eating, talking, laughing, all perfectly innocent. But it wasn't. It was the end of term feast and it was their last year. They wouldn't break tradition, not now, and no matter how innocent they looked, Minerva knew they had something planed.
She ate her meal quietly and she had been careful enough to wait until someone else at the staff table had taken a bite of their food before tasting it herself. She hadn't forgotten the incident in their third year.
By the time dessert appeared she was feeling uneasy. Something should have happened by now. The wait was almost worse than anything else, almost because she hadn't forgotten about the dancing fobbleoworms either.
She didn't see them do it. Whatever had triggered the spell had been done so subtly that she had missed it. What was impossible to miss was the reaction. Fireworks exploded as what seemed to be all the suits of armor of the castle entered the Great Hall. A group of startled looking Ravenclaws stood up and began to sing to the beat of the suddenly animated spoons and forks. The suits of armor formed a line in front of the High Table and started a complicated dance to the sound of the music while more and more fireworks lighted the room.
The last touch appeared only moments later when everyone in the room, excluding the four culprits, started moving their bodies to the beat of the song, mimicking the choreography of the suits of armor. They all finished with a bow, which Minerva thought looked very undignifying in Slughorn and refused to ponder how it had looked on her.
"Potter, Black, Lupin and Petigrew, detention!" she said, yelling to be heard over the roar of the Great Hall. They might be leaving tomorrow but they could do one last detention with her tonight. She allowed herself at smile, it would be good to give them something to remember her by.
thanfiction held a "Who's fic is it anyway" contest in which people gave prompts and writers clamed them and wrote them as fast as possible. Here are my drabbles.Predictions
Remus Lupin. Angst. 292 words
"It will be fun," he had said.
He had thought it too. The others hadn't thought it would be necessary, after all, why would they have to make a date for ten years later when they were sure to see each other all the time.
"It will be fun," Remus had repeated. "We'll see the sparks and we'll laugh."
He wasn't laughing now. The burst of sparks from his wand had been unexpected and then he had watched frozen as they composed into the form of a stag that ran around the room followed by a dog, a rat and finally a wolf. It was supposed to be a reminder, in case any of them forgot, but who would, Moony? and they were supposed to meet on the Shrieking Shark, just the four of them. A celebration.
Celebrate we left Hogwarts?, but why, Moony? I rather liked it here.
But James had agreed and when James made a decision Sirius would follow it and Peter, well, Peter had never said no to them. So the spell had been cast and they had joked about how they would be probably having a pint together anyway when it was triggered…
Remus opened the firewhisky bottle he kept on the back of his closet, the one he had bought the last time he got fired from a job but never drank. It wasn't a pint, it wasn't a celebration at all but he was remembering – as if he could ever forget – and he drank to them; to the dead and to the traitor alike, to what they had been and to what they had become. Had a drink to times passed and didn't allow himself to think about the future. He was done making predictions.
Slip
Padma Patil. Angst. 252 words
Someone's crying by the bathroom door; it isn't unusual nowadays, it isn't even unexpected. It has become habitual and Padma isn't quite sure how to deal with that. She can calm first and second years just fine but there's a sixth year girl in the bathroom and Padma isn't sure what to say.
She opens the door anyway and Sofia looks at her, eyes red, tears still running down her cheeks.
Padma walks in and sits next to her. She isn't about to ask stupid questions. She understands. She was there when they broke Anthony's hand, when Terry got thrown down a flight of stairs, when Michael wouldn't wake up. She tended to them best as she could, she kept the rest of them ready, calmed, she stayed up with the little ones, telling them stories until they could sleep. She had seen it all and now Sofia, who took a Cruciatus only a week ago and then stood up like nothing had happened, is crying.
Padma waits until the tears slow down and then waits some more while they sit in silence on the bathroom floor. By the time Sofia stands up and gives Padma a small smile and a sincere word of thanks Padma has gotten so used to the silence that the words had startle her. They leave the bathroom together without another word and Padma heads to bed and in the privacy of the dorm, under the cover of night, lets a couple tears of her own slip.
As it should be
Lily/James, Sirius/James. 562 words
The day she found out she closed the door of the empty classroom and walked away. She didn't talk about it, she didn't know what to think and she went directly to her room and the last novel she had started and pointedly ignored the matter for the rest of the night.
It wasn't so easy the next day. They were there, at lunch, in classes and Lily couldn't help but follow their every move, study their every expression and listen to bits and pieces of their conversations. She should have noticed before, after all, everyone knew that James and Sirius were never without each other.
Later that afternoon when James asked her out she said yes, mainly because she had been confident that he wouldn't go through with it, not after what she had seen. But he had smiled at her in a way that took her breath away and promptly made plans to take her out next Saturday.
Against all her expectations she enjoyed the date and then accepted another and another. Before she knew it she was dating him and worse of all, she was falling for him. Still, she couldn't forget what she had seen that night and no matter with how much devotion and love James looked at her it wasn't the same expression she had seen was reserved for Sirius.
She followed them one night, followed them to the same classroom and this time she stayed more than a few minutes. She felt she should have been angry but she couldn't gather the emotions. Strangely enough it felt natural for them to be together and far from feeling wronged Lily felt that she was intruding. This was something theirs and, girlfriend or not, she had not right to be there.
It was almost graduation when she confessed to James. She blurted it out and when James turned red, an apology already on the tip of his tongue, she kissed him and said, "It's alright. If he can share I can share too." The smile James gave her was like no other and two days later he was asking her to marry him.
She didn't need to ask if Sirius was alright with it; James wouldn't have asked if he hadn't been. Months later, as she walked down the aisle she noticed James's eyes firmly on her but the back of his fingers were brushing against Sirius' who stood right beside him. As it should be, she thought as she walked the last few steps, As it has always been.
Endings
Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter. Angst. 145 words
It will end with a song, a flower and a thorn.
She held Teddy to her chest and sang to him. The melody was soft and soothing and she repeated it over and over again, her eyes firmly on her baby.
It will end with a smile, a joke and a laugh.
He held Teddy in his arms. He smiled down at him and whispered him a story, one of long ago, one of mischief and magic and his smile would be both at the future and at the past.
It will end as it begun.
Teddy seats on his bed, parchments and books around him and his fingertips covered in ink. On the bedside table the pictures of him and his parents are displayed. When Harry comes to get him Teddy gathers his things and waves goodbye before leaving.
It would end with hope.
Home
Terry Boot. Angst. 166 words
It isn't home anymore. It's a building, a flat, the reminders of what used to be. He isn't the same anyway, he's not a kid, he's not naive and he has killed, actually used his wand to end another's life. There's no coming back from that even if there was something to come back to.
Terry walks around the flat, to the kitchen, the living room, his parents' room, and feels like a stranger, as if he's walking in a museum after hours looking at all the valuable objects, treasures of people long gone.
The door to his room is closed and he doesn't open it. He doesn't go in. The visit doesn't last more than fifteen minutes and he walks out, empty handed and with no desire to ever go back.
Michael leans on the wall of the corridor waiting for him. Terry gives him a long look and closes the door.
"Ready to go home?" Michael asks and Terry nods. It's time to go.
Same old song and dance
Minerva McGonagall. Marauders. Humor. 347 words.
Minerva looked over to the Gryffindor table. She kept her eyes firmly focused on the four boys seating down the middle. They were eating, talking, laughing, all perfectly innocent. But it wasn't. It was the end of term feast and it was their last year. They wouldn't break tradition, not now, and no matter how innocent they looked, Minerva knew they had something planed.
She ate her meal quietly and she had been careful enough to wait until someone else at the staff table had taken a bite of their food before tasting it herself. She hadn't forgotten the incident in their third year.
By the time dessert appeared she was feeling uneasy. Something should have happened by now. The wait was almost worse than anything else, almost because she hadn't forgotten about the dancing fobbleoworms either.
She didn't see them do it. Whatever had triggered the spell had been done so subtly that she had missed it. What was impossible to miss was the reaction. Fireworks exploded as what seemed to be all the suits of armor of the castle entered the Great Hall. A group of startled looking Ravenclaws stood up and began to sing to the beat of the suddenly animated spoons and forks. The suits of armor formed a line in front of the High Table and started a complicated dance to the sound of the music while more and more fireworks lighted the room.
The last touch appeared only moments later when everyone in the room, excluding the four culprits, started moving their bodies to the beat of the song, mimicking the choreography of the suits of armor. They all finished with a bow, which Minerva thought looked very undignifying in Slughorn and refused to ponder how it had looked on her.
"Potter, Black, Lupin and Petigrew, detention!" she said, yelling to be heard over the roar of the Great Hall. They might be leaving tomorrow but they could do one last detention with her tonight. She allowed herself at smile, it would be good to give them something to remember her by.
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Date: 2009-04-21 11:31 pm (UTC)But then again, even the ones featuring characters that I've never read or written (Padma?) are fantastic, too. Just a great job all around!
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