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aisforamyThose of you on my flist with no interest Harry Potter or drabbles/shorts pertaining to the Harry Potter books will probably want to skip over this entry.
I was given prompts by Ben and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
brendanm720 to write shorts for (I can't really call them drabbles, because I didn't keep track of any word count).
“He wiped away the tear that rolled down her cheek”
Arthur had been pacing for hours, now. The midwife had ordered him out of the room, because he’d started to panic when Molly had begun real labour. He had kept distracting her and Molly with his constant questions.
When he heard a scream wrenched from his wife, he spun on his heel, and hurried back to the bedroom, regardless of what the midwife had to say. Molly needed him!
He stopped in his tracks when his opening the door coincided with the sound of a smack, and a baby’s cry. The midwife laid the baby on Molly’s stomach as she continued the messy work that delivering a baby always brought, but Arthur only had eyes for his wife and child.
He went and knelt beside the bed, a smile nearly splitting his face in two. He caressed Molly’s cheek, and wiped away a tear the rolled down her cheek. “We’re a family,” he said reverently.
Molly smiled back, tears of joy flowing again. “We’re a family,” she agreed.
Colin, flashbulb, sorrow
This photograph was going to make his career! Colin Creevey sat as still as humanly possible in the deep rushes that lined the bank of the river, and waited. Visions of Luna’s smiling face floated in his head, but he held the camera steady as he heard something large approaching the a small pile of shrivelfigs he’d laid out as bait a few metres away. This was it.
The animal was magnificent! This was his third time ever seeing it, and he raised his camera, adjusted the lens on it to get the sharpest possible focus and pressed the button. The sound of the camera wasn’t loud, but it had been enough to spook the beast. “No! Colin cried, but it was no use. The animal disappeared back the way it had come as Colin realised that his flashbulb had not worked properly with great sorrow.
The Crumple Horned Snorkack had gotten away again.
Parvati, shoe, confusion
Parvati might have been one of the best in Divination class (at least Trelawny’s class, anyway), but even she had to admit that her transfiguration skill needed a lot of work.
The class stood at the long tables, each of them attempting to change a raven into a writing desk. Of course Hermione Granger had gotten it on the first try, and was spending the rest of class period pretending not to help Harry and Ron. Even Neville was making more progress than she was.
At the end of class, Parvati was nearly ready to admit defeat. She gave the spell one last try.
“Miss Patil,” came Professor McGonagall’s voice from behind her, “Kindly keep your mind on the assignment and off of fashion magazines. Twelve inches on avian transfigurations by our next class.”
Parvati sighed heavily and nodded as she looked at the results of her last try in confusion. She didn’t even know how she’d done it.
“It’s a really pretty shoe, anyway,” Lavender told her supportively.
Easy for her to say… she’d been able to perform the spell.
Narcissa, Polyjuice, devious
Narcissa had learned a thing or two from Lucius over the years about being devious.
So it was, when the Dark Lord had told her to choose between her husband and her son, she didn’t have to think on it for very long. Lucius had been an excellent provider over the years, but had gotten sloppy of late in his service to the Dark Lord. The choice she’d been given was easier to make than she would have thought.
When she returned home that evening from her meeting with the Dark Lord, Lucius was waiting for her, wanting to know why she had been called upon.
“A chance for us to redeem our good name, Lucius,” Narcissa told him with glittering eyes. “He has charged me with seeing to it that we do not fail.”
Lucius had never even hesitated to drink the Polyjuice Potion that she handed him in his eagerness to get back into the Dark Lord’s good graces. His transformation into the likeness of Arthur Weasley took only moments.
“Why must I wear the guise of this disgusting Blood Traitor?” he asked when the change was complete. “Is it to get us into the Ministry offices more easily?”
“No, Lucius. It’s just much more easier for me to kill you when you look like him. Avada Kedavra!
That's it. I'm not completely satisfied with them, but I am not going to fuss with them again either, so...there you have it.
Link of the day: http://memorylab.deanlabs.com/Default.aspx
I was given prompts by Ben and
brendanm720 to write shorts for (I can't really call them drabbles, because I didn't keep track of any word count).“He wiped away the tear that rolled down her cheek”
Arthur had been pacing for hours, now. The midwife had ordered him out of the room, because he’d started to panic when Molly had begun real labour. He had kept distracting her and Molly with his constant questions.
When he heard a scream wrenched from his wife, he spun on his heel, and hurried back to the bedroom, regardless of what the midwife had to say. Molly needed him!
He stopped in his tracks when his opening the door coincided with the sound of a smack, and a baby’s cry. The midwife laid the baby on Molly’s stomach as she continued the messy work that delivering a baby always brought, but Arthur only had eyes for his wife and child.
He went and knelt beside the bed, a smile nearly splitting his face in two. He caressed Molly’s cheek, and wiped away a tear the rolled down her cheek. “We’re a family,” he said reverently.
Molly smiled back, tears of joy flowing again. “We’re a family,” she agreed.
Colin, flashbulb, sorrow
This photograph was going to make his career! Colin Creevey sat as still as humanly possible in the deep rushes that lined the bank of the river, and waited. Visions of Luna’s smiling face floated in his head, but he held the camera steady as he heard something large approaching the a small pile of shrivelfigs he’d laid out as bait a few metres away. This was it.
The animal was magnificent! This was his third time ever seeing it, and he raised his camera, adjusted the lens on it to get the sharpest possible focus and pressed the button. The sound of the camera wasn’t loud, but it had been enough to spook the beast. “No! Colin cried, but it was no use. The animal disappeared back the way it had come as Colin realised that his flashbulb had not worked properly with great sorrow.
The Crumple Horned Snorkack had gotten away again.
Parvati, shoe, confusion
Parvati might have been one of the best in Divination class (at least Trelawny’s class, anyway), but even she had to admit that her transfiguration skill needed a lot of work.
The class stood at the long tables, each of them attempting to change a raven into a writing desk. Of course Hermione Granger had gotten it on the first try, and was spending the rest of class period pretending not to help Harry and Ron. Even Neville was making more progress than she was.
At the end of class, Parvati was nearly ready to admit defeat. She gave the spell one last try.
“Miss Patil,” came Professor McGonagall’s voice from behind her, “Kindly keep your mind on the assignment and off of fashion magazines. Twelve inches on avian transfigurations by our next class.”
Parvati sighed heavily and nodded as she looked at the results of her last try in confusion. She didn’t even know how she’d done it.
“It’s a really pretty shoe, anyway,” Lavender told her supportively.
Easy for her to say… she’d been able to perform the spell.
Narcissa, Polyjuice, devious
Narcissa had learned a thing or two from Lucius over the years about being devious.
So it was, when the Dark Lord had told her to choose between her husband and her son, she didn’t have to think on it for very long. Lucius had been an excellent provider over the years, but had gotten sloppy of late in his service to the Dark Lord. The choice she’d been given was easier to make than she would have thought.
When she returned home that evening from her meeting with the Dark Lord, Lucius was waiting for her, wanting to know why she had been called upon.
“A chance for us to redeem our good name, Lucius,” Narcissa told him with glittering eyes. “He has charged me with seeing to it that we do not fail.”
Lucius had never even hesitated to drink the Polyjuice Potion that she handed him in his eagerness to get back into the Dark Lord’s good graces. His transformation into the likeness of Arthur Weasley took only moments.
“Why must I wear the guise of this disgusting Blood Traitor?” he asked when the change was complete. “Is it to get us into the Ministry offices more easily?”
“No, Lucius. It’s just much more easier for me to kill you when you look like him. Avada Kedavra!
That's it. I'm not completely satisfied with them, but I am not going to fuss with them again either, so...there you have it.
Link of the day: http://memorylab.deanlabs.com/Default.aspx
