HP Shortfic drabbles.
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icarusSo I have a lot to do tonight to prepare for tomorrow, and I've asked WG to hog the computer, please. Of course, I'm staying at school for as long as possible, because I picked a really tough subject for my Lotus Sutra class. What do I know about Japanese poetry?
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hpshortfics drabbles, unedited, written in roughly 30 minutes apiece.
Our theme was 'weather' and Narnia crossovers. Thunderstorm! And must include soap. Bonus points for het and/or Percy (goseaward)
"Psst! Penny…" Percy's voice was a stage whisper.
Climbing off the bleachers with the Ravenclaw girls, she glanced around in confusion. She pulled her sweater close around her shoulders. "Percy?"
"Over here," he said, and he was under the bleachers. There was a smudge on his glasses and his hair was awry. His eyes were bright though, as he waved her closer. "You won't believe what I found."
His robes were buttoned up the wrong way, she noted, and he was grinning like a fool. She ducked under the bleachers hesitantly. "Was I gone long?" he asked, scanning the students over her shoulders.
"Gone?"
"Edmund's going to be furious with me, but they said I could choose any queen I liked…." He grabbed her hand and started leading her deeper under the bleachers, barely looking back as she scrambled to keep up. "Come on."
"But, Percy, I've got to study…."
"Not any more you don't," he smiled, and he didn't seem at all like Percy. He seemed… in control. He stood straighter. It was very odd. "I'm taking you to Castle Caravel."
"You found… a castle?" She stumbled and he paused to let her straighten her shoe. Fat drops began to patter on the wooden slats overhead.
"It's in the forest," he began.
"We're not allowed into the forest!"
"I was following Fred and George and I had every right to as Head Boy!" Percy spluttered, seeming much more himself.
"But you're not following them now," Penny pointed out with imperturbable logic. Though she still trailed behind him. They broke into the clearing as the storm hit, the rain sheeting from the sky. Percy's school robes were plastered to his sides. "Hurry!"
Giggling, they made it to the shelter of the trees. Sopping wet, his arms cold, Percy pulled her into a kiss. "I've wanted to do that for the decade." He turned and led her deeper into the forest, where the trees grew more dense.
"Ever since the defeat of Malmog's armies… I tell you, I don't think I ever want to do another naval battle. Without the catapults I don't know what we would have done. Can you believe that magic doesn't work there?" Percy laughed, his tone self-effacing and smug. "I guess I must've looked a fool pointing a stick at Malmog himself—but how was I supposed to know? It was a good thing Edmund was there."
He stopped suddenly and seized her arms, shaking her once for emphasis. "Listen, things grew a little… intense… with Edmund and I. But it was never anything serious. Still, if he gives you any trouble, any trouble at all, come right to me. Okay?"
He seemed so sincere Penny was almost tempted to agree, but she broke away instead. "What on earth are you talking about, Percy?"
"Percy…" he breathed, breaking into a grin. "I've been Percival for so long."
"Percy," she said sharply. She was ready to go back to Hogwarts now, where he could explain himself.
"I must sound mad," he said, "Just… follow me." Then he turned around and left her, as if fully expecting to be followed.
She huffed, then kicking the ground, she pranced to catch up with him.
They wandered for several hours in circles, until Percy became more and more uncertain. "It was right here," he said, rubbing a new streak on his forehead. "The lamp post. It was right here." He spun in a circle, casting about the empty clearing.
"Percy," Penny finally said. "There are no lamp posts in the forest."
He sighed and said, deflated, "Apparently not."
The theme was missing scenes from the HP books - Remus, waking up in the woods after running loose in PoA
Water. Cool, for parched thirst from running.
No kills tonight. Yellow eyes blinked.
Best water is moving water. He shook a damp paw and shifted upstream, snorting as he misjudged and dipped a little too far. An adjustment and water was lapped up; soothed his throat. A few last licks, and then he cast about, hoping for prey. The last ones escaped.
One step. Two. The third step stumbled, and he yelped at the sudden pain. He splashed into the water, twitching in agony.
Then with his hands, he dragged himself to the water’s edge, shivering in reaction and fear. His feet remained in the water and he had better get them out, or else he’d die of hypothermia. Remus took a long breath, hoping the sun would rise soon. How could he have forgotten the date?
The man remembered the werewolf. But the werewolf never remembered the man.
The theme was missing scenes from the HP books - Severus and Draco, right after their escape
Snape’s hand sank into Draco’s shoulder. They stopped, panting and out of breath. The cold, damp air drawn into Draco’s lungs made him cough. He leaned his palms on his knees, barely able to think he was so tired. His boots sank in the rich muddy grass.
They were probably ruined now.
The other Death Eaters had scattered, their voices wild and gleeful at their victory tonight. Any illusions Draco might have had about their being high-born and disciplined were long gone. These were no better than Mudblood rabble with their hooting laughter and coarse accents. He was glad Snape had taken them on a different route.
You’re not a killer, Draco.
He was, too! He had just needed a moment to collect himself, that’s all. Then Snape snatched that chance away. He wasn’t weak, like Potter.
The hand on his shoulder shook him, and Draco realized he’d been virtually asleep, standing up.
“We can’t stay here,” Snape said. “We have to keep you away from them. Follow me.”
“What? Why?” Draco said, pulling away from that warm spot on his shoulder. It left him entirely cold. And wet. And tired.
Snape’s face seemed even more sunken than usual, outlined only in the filtered moonlight. His eyes were dark hollows, with only a glimmer of eyes, his hair even more lank than usual. He was low-born too.
“You think they won’t remember your failure?” Snape said in almost a growl. “Or have you Lockhart’s mastery of memory charms?”
“I didn’t fail!” Draco said, remembering the indignity of that moment.
He was about to do it—really—when Dumbledore just had to open his mouth and talk. Instead of pleading for his life as Draco had imagined, he’d been so calm, and started talking about Draco as if he knew him. Only the look on Potter’s face had gone as planned.
“You took the opportunity to grandstand! You stole the glory from me!”
“It was glorious, wasn’t it.” Snape’s voice was bitter. Draco frowned. A wisp of cloud drifted away from the moon, and Snape’s face was wet; sweating from their run, probably.
Snape lifted his chin. “Well. Unless your fabled memory charms worked, we had best keep you out of the Dark Lord’s sight.”
In the spirit of avoiding work (and continuing to spam my f-list before I give up on distracting myself), here are
hpshortfics drabbles, unedited, written in roughly 30 minutes apiece.Our theme was 'weather' and Narnia crossovers. Thunderstorm! And must include soap. Bonus points for het and/or Percy (goseaward)
"Psst! Penny…" Percy's voice was a stage whisper.
Climbing off the bleachers with the Ravenclaw girls, she glanced around in confusion. She pulled her sweater close around her shoulders. "Percy?"
"Over here," he said, and he was under the bleachers. There was a smudge on his glasses and his hair was awry. His eyes were bright though, as he waved her closer. "You won't believe what I found."
His robes were buttoned up the wrong way, she noted, and he was grinning like a fool. She ducked under the bleachers hesitantly. "Was I gone long?" he asked, scanning the students over her shoulders.
"Gone?"
"Edmund's going to be furious with me, but they said I could choose any queen I liked…." He grabbed her hand and started leading her deeper under the bleachers, barely looking back as she scrambled to keep up. "Come on."
"But, Percy, I've got to study…."
"Not any more you don't," he smiled, and he didn't seem at all like Percy. He seemed… in control. He stood straighter. It was very odd. "I'm taking you to Castle Caravel."
"You found… a castle?" She stumbled and he paused to let her straighten her shoe. Fat drops began to patter on the wooden slats overhead.
"It's in the forest," he began.
"We're not allowed into the forest!"
"I was following Fred and George and I had every right to as Head Boy!" Percy spluttered, seeming much more himself.
"But you're not following them now," Penny pointed out with imperturbable logic. Though she still trailed behind him. They broke into the clearing as the storm hit, the rain sheeting from the sky. Percy's school robes were plastered to his sides. "Hurry!"
Giggling, they made it to the shelter of the trees. Sopping wet, his arms cold, Percy pulled her into a kiss. "I've wanted to do that for the decade." He turned and led her deeper into the forest, where the trees grew more dense.
"Ever since the defeat of Malmog's armies… I tell you, I don't think I ever want to do another naval battle. Without the catapults I don't know what we would have done. Can you believe that magic doesn't work there?" Percy laughed, his tone self-effacing and smug. "I guess I must've looked a fool pointing a stick at Malmog himself—but how was I supposed to know? It was a good thing Edmund was there."
He stopped suddenly and seized her arms, shaking her once for emphasis. "Listen, things grew a little… intense… with Edmund and I. But it was never anything serious. Still, if he gives you any trouble, any trouble at all, come right to me. Okay?"
He seemed so sincere Penny was almost tempted to agree, but she broke away instead. "What on earth are you talking about, Percy?"
"Percy…" he breathed, breaking into a grin. "I've been Percival for so long."
"Percy," she said sharply. She was ready to go back to Hogwarts now, where he could explain himself.
"I must sound mad," he said, "Just… follow me." Then he turned around and left her, as if fully expecting to be followed.
She huffed, then kicking the ground, she pranced to catch up with him.
They wandered for several hours in circles, until Percy became more and more uncertain. "It was right here," he said, rubbing a new streak on his forehead. "The lamp post. It was right here." He spun in a circle, casting about the empty clearing.
"Percy," Penny finally said. "There are no lamp posts in the forest."
He sighed and said, deflated, "Apparently not."
The theme was missing scenes from the HP books - Remus, waking up in the woods after running loose in PoA
Water. Cool, for parched thirst from running.
No kills tonight. Yellow eyes blinked.
Best water is moving water. He shook a damp paw and shifted upstream, snorting as he misjudged and dipped a little too far. An adjustment and water was lapped up; soothed his throat. A few last licks, and then he cast about, hoping for prey. The last ones escaped.
One step. Two. The third step stumbled, and he yelped at the sudden pain. He splashed into the water, twitching in agony.
Then with his hands, he dragged himself to the water’s edge, shivering in reaction and fear. His feet remained in the water and he had better get them out, or else he’d die of hypothermia. Remus took a long breath, hoping the sun would rise soon. How could he have forgotten the date?
The man remembered the werewolf. But the werewolf never remembered the man.
The theme was missing scenes from the HP books - Severus and Draco, right after their escape
Snape’s hand sank into Draco’s shoulder. They stopped, panting and out of breath. The cold, damp air drawn into Draco’s lungs made him cough. He leaned his palms on his knees, barely able to think he was so tired. His boots sank in the rich muddy grass.
They were probably ruined now.
The other Death Eaters had scattered, their voices wild and gleeful at their victory tonight. Any illusions Draco might have had about their being high-born and disciplined were long gone. These were no better than Mudblood rabble with their hooting laughter and coarse accents. He was glad Snape had taken them on a different route.
You’re not a killer, Draco.
He was, too! He had just needed a moment to collect himself, that’s all. Then Snape snatched that chance away. He wasn’t weak, like Potter.
The hand on his shoulder shook him, and Draco realized he’d been virtually asleep, standing up.
“We can’t stay here,” Snape said. “We have to keep you away from them. Follow me.”
“What? Why?” Draco said, pulling away from that warm spot on his shoulder. It left him entirely cold. And wet. And tired.
Snape’s face seemed even more sunken than usual, outlined only in the filtered moonlight. His eyes were dark hollows, with only a glimmer of eyes, his hair even more lank than usual. He was low-born too.
“You think they won’t remember your failure?” Snape said in almost a growl. “Or have you Lockhart’s mastery of memory charms?”
“I didn’t fail!” Draco said, remembering the indignity of that moment.
He was about to do it—really—when Dumbledore just had to open his mouth and talk. Instead of pleading for his life as Draco had imagined, he’d been so calm, and started talking about Draco as if he knew him. Only the look on Potter’s face had gone as planned.
“You took the opportunity to grandstand! You stole the glory from me!”
“It was glorious, wasn’t it.” Snape’s voice was bitter. Draco frowned. A wisp of cloud drifted away from the moon, and Snape’s face was wet; sweating from their run, probably.
Snape lifted his chin. “Well. Unless your fabled memory charms worked, we had best keep you out of the Dark Lord’s sight.”
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Date: 2006-02-08 03:15 am (UTC)Icarus
Oooh, clever!
Date: 2006-02-08 03:31 am (UTC)