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Another mini challenge call
Ten little ficlets, waiting for a call...

  1. Andromeda with Teddy's kids, telling family stories for allie_meril
  2. A very happy moment for McGonagall for kagehikario
  3. Something from Harry's first year... when he, Ron, and Hermione were settling in to being friends. for riah_chan
  4. Neville's job interview for Herbology professor for ella_menno
  5. Draco talking to Scorpius about the war, Voldemort, and the Death Eaters for victorialupin
  6. Something with Ginny (and Hermione? and Luna?), during her year at Hogwarts post-battle, please. :) for marycontraria
  7. I'd like something about Nate, Evvy, and Neil for hymnia
  8. Something with Dudley, please! for alphabet26
  9. If there's still room I sort of feel like Ruthless/James has been a bit neglected of late. How about a related Ruth and Ginny moment or maybe just something in the summertime after James has started teaching (in honor of the season) for erv2
  10. Something with Teddy and the Potter boys, before Lily was born? for demonoflight


That's all folks! I'm working on 'em.

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allie_meril From: allie_meril Date: July 10th, 2011 01:46 am (UTC) (Link)
*claps hands* YAY!!

Andromeda with Teddy's kids, telling family stories.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: July 10th, 2011 02:28 am (UTC) (Link)
Halloween at the Roost was a bit chilly, and Andromeda wasn't as young as she'd once been, but she'd never tell Teddy that visits up to his house meant two days of anti-arthritis potions when she got back. He'd built a good place up on the island, a comfortable place (aside from the weather), and she felt, instinctively, that more time ought to be spent here than at her home in the south. She had some theories on how places became more magical as time went on, and she often felt like these Halloween gatherings were an essential part of how the Roost was becoming its own place... despite the fact that they were manifestly focused on the past.

James Potter--Harry's James--had begun, during his time at Hogwarts, to observe Halloween by telling true stories of the Marauders and Lily (as opposed to the fanciful adventures he and Teddy spent the rest of the year spinning). When he'd left school and moved up to the little shack on the island, near Teddy and Victoire's big house, he'd brought this practice along, and now all of the children--Teddy's and Victoire's as well as James' and Ruth's--had only the vaguest idea that Halloween was celebrated in any other way. Polly, who loved her costumes, had pulled in the idea of dressing in costume, so all of them had found clothes from the 1970s, and were dressed as various people who appeared in the tales (Julia had begged to borrow Andromeda's actual clothes from the era, so that she could be "Granny-Great"). The storytelling had expanded to include anything they came across from the first war, and everyone who knew a story was expected to share it.

Mira, Orry, and Sirius were off at Hogwarts, but the other children were piled comfortably around the fireplace, as Harry finished the story of his mother and his Aunt Petunia. Julia clapped happily, then flopped down beside Andromeda and said, "Please tell about Great-Granddad and his cat!"

"But I want one about Aunt Cissy!" protested Carina, who had recently been told she favored Narcissa and now wanted to hear great and heroic things.

"Sirius!" Polly said, and started clapping rhythmically. "Si-ri-us! Si-ri-us"

Finny Potter, along with Raymond and Johnny, picked up the chant. Baby Dora clapped along giddily.

"The votes are apparently in," Ginny said. "And Reg and Lily are out of the country, so I'm afraid you get the Sirius stories."

"Those would be the most interesting," Andromeda said, then smiled at the little ones. "When Sirius was a very little boy," she began, "he decided to climb to the roof of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place..."

The children listened with rapt attention, and Andromeda let herself fall back into her youth.

Edited at 2011-07-10 02:29 am (UTC)
kagehikario From: kagehikario Date: July 10th, 2011 01:48 am (UTC) (Link)
A very happy moment for McGonagall
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: July 10th, 2011 04:08 am (UTC) (Link)
"Her name is Minerva," Oliver Wood said, presenting the tiny, squirming baby to Minerva McGonagall. "Demelza and I absolutely agreed on that." He smiled. "Of course, I suppose we should have realized that half of all Gryffindors have the same idea."

Minerva pulled the warm baby closer to her. "Oh, they may have the idea, Mr. Wood, but you are quite the first to actually do it."

"Not by long," Wood said, and grinned. "Do you remember Elliot Brown?"

"Of course! I remember all of my Quidditch captains."

"Well, Elliott's wife--you remember, you made her a prefect the year before you made him captain?--is expecting a daughter in a matter of days. They're also determined that she'll be Minerva. It'll be a confusing seven years in Gryffindor Tower, but we decided that they can deal with it."

"Perhaps they'll be in different Houses," Minerva suggested.

"Sure they will." Wood rolled his eyes at the absurdity of the notion.

Minerva leaned in and kissed the baby. "My goodness, little one, I feel I should apologize for the old fashioned name, but I can't quite do it. I've always rather liked it. But don't allow anyone to call you 'Minnie.' That's a name for a mouse, not a Gryffindor."

"Well, that brings up a question, doesn't it?" Wood said. "What are you called as a nickname?"

"Minerva," Minerva said. "Though I imagine you students had some I never heard."

"None I can think of," Wood told her. "Why, we would sit about after games writing poems to you, and--"

"Please, Oliver."

"Honestly, the worst we ever did was forget to say 'Professor.'"

Minerva smiled. "Somehow I don't believe that." Wood didn't answer, and after a moment, she looked up at him. He was frowning at her. "What is it, Mr. Wood?"

"You really don't know, do you?"

"I don't know what?"

"That your Gryffindors love you."

It was Minerva's turn to be silent.

Wood grinned. "I thought you might have cottoned to it when Harry started the battle early because someone spat your face--yes, I heard about that." He laughed. "Professor McGonagall, I don't know a single Gryffindor who didn't understand why he did it. We all wanted to go back in time just so we could do some damage to the Carrows for that as well. No one hurts our Head of House."

"I--"

"You really hadn't noticed that, had you?" He shook his head. "We knew better than crossing you, of course, but we also knew--well... we knew that you'd do anything for us. We knew that if hell itself opened up, and you had to cross it to look out for us, you'd just tighten up the pins in your hair and get about the business of doing it. And we love you for it."

The baby squirmed, and Minerva took the opportunity to look down and hide her face in the blankets, so Oliver wouldn't see the tears in her eyes. "And here," she said, "I thought I didn't have any children."
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riah_chan From: riah_chan Date: July 10th, 2011 01:52 am (UTC) (Link)
Something from Harry's first year... when he, Ron, and Hermione were settling in to being friends.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: July 10th, 2011 05:18 am (UTC) (Link)
Hermione had rather got used to eating alone. In fact, she tended to sneak down to the Great Hall as early as possible, so that she wouldn't have to sit next to people at a crowded table who would just ignore her presence. She'd noticed the Quidditch team coming in from its dawn practices, and she knew that Harry Potter was with them--Oliver Wood's "secret weapon" was secret to no one at all, she guessed, if even she knew what it was--but this had never interfered with her morning routine before the first of November. She'd ignored them; they'd ignored her. She caught up on her reading; they caught up on whatever they'd been working on.

But the morning after she'd lost five points by lying to her Head of House about the troll--after Ron and Harry had saved her in the bathroom--she'd barely opened her Charms book, let alone started eating, when Ron sat down across from her.

She blinked, remember quite clearly that it had only been yesterday that he'd said it was no wonder she didn't have any friends. "Good morning."

"Morning. Some troll. Harry should be in from practice soon."

"Er..."

"Are you going to eat that toast?"

"I... well... I was planning to..."

"I'll get my own." He piled several slices onto his plate from the platter in the middle of the table, then filled his cup with pumpkin juice and started examining the eggs. "What are you reading?"

"Charms." She frowned. "Why are you here?"

He gave her a confused look, then raised his hand in a greeting toward the Quidditch team, which was coming in. Harry Potter trooped over, looking sweaty and dirty (and smelling quite like he looked). He sat by Ron and said, "I told Wood about the troll's club. He said you should try out for Beater, but your brothers said they'd taught you everything you know about bats, and they still still knew more. Morning, Hermione."

"Er... good morning."

"So, how do you reckon that troll got in?"

"Someone has to have let it in," Hermione said. "But why?"

"Halloween laugh?" Ron suggested. "Could be a prank."

"I wasn't laughing," Hermione told him.

Harry pushed his breakfast around his plate and said, "I don't know. Maybe it's nothing to do with us."

"Would've had something to do with us if it had bashed my brains in," Ron said. He looked curiously at Hermione, then asked, "Aren't you going to say it'd be no great loss?"

She blinked. "Apparently, I don't have to." Tentatively, she smiled.

Ron laughed. She noticed that he had a very nice laugh, when it wasn't directed at her in a nasty way.

"We should find out how it got in," Harry said.

"You could look around outside," Hermione suggested. "See if there's a secret door."

"Aren't you coming?" Harry asked, looking confused.

"I..."

"It's bloody cold out," Ron said.

"Well," Hermione said, "I've been working on this bluebell flame charm, I can carry it it in a jar..."
ella_menno From: ella_menno Date: July 10th, 2011 01:54 am (UTC) (Link)
Neville's job interview for Herbology professor.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: July 10th, 2011 05:54 am (UTC) (Link)
"Well," Pomona Sprout said, barely glancing at Neville's C.V., "I know perfectly well that you know your way around the greenhouses, and you were an invaluable help with younger students during your sixth year."

Neville looked at her hopefully. He hadn't anticipated that she would take the post as Headmistress, leaving the Herbology post open, and he'd barely dared to dream that Harry would let him out of the hunt for stray Death Eaters.

Harry, as it turned out, was his greatest advocate, and had written him a lengthy recommendation. Everyone knew that Harry had turned down the Defense job with great regrets, as he felt it shouldn't have been offered to him when he didn't have the required N.E.W.T.--he was horrified at the thought of using his political clout, or so he claimed; Neville thought there was something else keeping him out of the classroom--and Neville rather strongly suspected that, should he get the post, Harry would find a lot of reasons to visit the greenhouses.

So now, he was here. Back at Hogwarts. Facing Pomona Sprout, who'd taught him everything he knew about plants, and who knew his deficiencies better than anyone. He hadn't exactly been obsessed with his Herbology marks during seventh year, and he knew that he was missing a lot. It had mercifully not been on the N.E.W.T., but that didn't mean it didn't exist.

"Neville, don't imagine that I can't see you deciding that you're inadequate."

"I'm sorry?"

She smiled. "You failed my examination on fertilizers for self-propelling garden flowers, and you think it was left off of the N.E.W.T. deliberately to allow you to pass, because of your unrelated heroism."

"It occurred to me."

"Mr. Longbottom, that's never on the N.E.W.T. I expected more of you than the Ministry ever expects of Hogwarts students, and I've no doubt you'd have mastered that if you hadn't been subject to Unforgivable Curses on a regular basis. You're more than qualified as an Herbologist, and you do have experience teaching. Mr. Potter's isn't the only letter I've had, you know. Several of your fellow members of Dumbledore's Army credit you with keeping them alive during that last year."

"Oh."

Sprout looked again at his C.V., then put it down with finality. "My only concern about taking you on, Neville, is that you... well, you've developed into something of a celebrity. If you were teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts, that might even be handy--people would listen to you, as that's the subject with which the public imagination has associated you. But Herbology requires the same sort of work it's always required. It's about caring for the plants and--"

"I do know how--"

"I know that, Neville. My concern is that your students will want to quiz you more about battles than Beguiling Begonias. How do you plan to keep your Herbology classes focused on the plants, and not on your own reputation?"

This hadn't occurred to Neville--he still thought of Harry as the famous one, and himself as a back-up plan--but he supposed he could see it. "I... er... I don't know."

Sprout smiled. "Well, as it happens, we Hufflepuffs know something about the way people relate. I think we should give them an opportunity, outside of your classes, to see you as their hero and protector, and that will help deflect attention in class. So, with that in mind, along with the Herbology post, would you be able to take on duties as the Head of Gryffindor House...?"
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victorialupin From: victorialupin Date: July 10th, 2011 02:01 am (UTC) (Link)
Draco talking to Scorpius about the war, Voldemort, and the Death Eaters.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: July 10th, 2011 07:26 am (UTC) (Link)
"Sit down," Draco said.

Scorpius remained standing, his eyes narrowed. His hair was dyed black (Draco was quite sure that he didn't realize he looked more like Bellatrix than like any of his heroes), and he wore a dangling earring with a fist on it. He was wearing black, torn, Muggle-style clothes, and his t-shirt showed a band with fists waving in the air, standing on what looked like a crushed castle.

"Sit down," Draco said again. "Now."

Warily, Scorpius sat down.

"This"--Draco gestured at the outfit--"has gone on long enough."

Scorpius sniffed. "That's what they said you'd say eventually. That you were just paying lip service to the new ways, that--"

"I don't give a tinker's damn what your politics are," Draco said. "Believe what you like."

"But don't fight for it?"

"But pay attention to the things that are coming out of your mouth. You're in water that's way over your head--"

"You're one to talk!"

"Yes, I am!" Draco shook his head. "Scops, do you imagine for an instant that I want to see you in the place I was?"

"I'm no Death Eater."

"Why not?"

"What?"

"Why not? Removing the business about pure-bloods and Muggle-borns--or reversing it, as they came may be--what exactly do you have trouble understanding about being a Death Eater?"

Scorpius at last looked genuinely confused. "I don't... what do you mean, without the pure-blood business? What else was there? Isn't that about what it means?"

"It starts there," Draco said. "I don't pretend there was anything good about how I felt about an entire class of people"--he raised his eyebrow, but Scorpius didn't take the hint--"but really, that sort of thing was just the beginning. If all I'd ever been was a bigot, then I'd have been an incurable ass, but it didn't stop there, did it? Because that was wrong-headedness. I can see that now. But the Death Eaters weren't wrong-headed--or not just wrong-headed. They were--we were--"

"Evil?"

"Yes. But what made us evil?"

"That you hated Muggle-borns."

"What if we'd hated someone else? What if we'd hated redheads? Or potion-brewers?"

"You didn't try to kill potion-brewers!"

"Would we have been less evil if we had?"

Scorpius apparently didn't have an answer, because he lapsed into sullen silence.

Draco ground his teeth. "Do you know how long it took me to learn this? Do you know how much I had to do before I got it? Do you think I want you to go down the same path?"

"I'm going somewhere entirely different! I--"

"You've decided you hate your own history instead of hating someone else's. You're making up paranoid theories about pure-bloods instead of Muggle-borns. You're getting detentions for targeting your own cousins instead of strangers. Yes, completely different."

"That's not fair. Have you even read the books I gave you?"

"Yes. And I read them back when they had different enemies, and were written by Dolores Umbridge. Trust me, I know them when I see them. Switching the nouns around doesn't make the verbs any different. When there's talk about purging, it's gone too damned far. I was on the verge of murder before I understood that." Draco waited until he had Scorpius's full attention, then pulled out the book in question--Get Out of My Mudbloody Way--which he had marked in several places. The bookmarks were pamphlets from the last year of the war that Dad had squirreled away and hidden from the Aurors (in fact, he still read them regularly, but that wasn't public knowledge). Draco rather wished it had taken more time than it actually had to find the parallel quotes.

Scorpius took the book, recoiled at the sight of the pamphlets, then slowly started to read.

Draco left him to it.

The next morning, Scorpius came down to breakfast with his hair back to its natural color. With great ceremony, he removed the earring from his ear, and set it down in front of Draco's plate. Then he sat down and said, "I've been thinking about voting Labour when I'm old enough..."

Edited at 2011-07-10 07:26 am (UTC)
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marycontraria From: marycontraria Date: July 10th, 2011 02:11 am (UTC) (Link)
HURRAH!! Something with Ginny (and Hermione? and Luna?), during her year at Hogwarts post-battle, please. :)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: July 10th, 2011 09:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
The Gryffindor girls' dormitories had taken a nasty hit during the last battle. Ginny suspected it had been the same explosion that had killed Fred, and she found herself somewhat less than sympathetic when her dormitory-mates complained about the things they'd lost in the blast.

Then again, she supposed that, had Fred lived, she'd be quite as annoyed about losing her mirrors and cosmetics. She'd felt a dull, useless anger when they'd been allowed inside, and she'd found the furniture smashed, the floor strewn with broken belongings, and--most off all--the gaping hole in the wall, sealed uncertainly with magic, looking out across the blasted turrets of the seventh floor far below. The gash in the side of the tower went all the way up--the whole tower was being held up by magic; otherwise, the structural damage would have brought all if it crashing down.

Harry had been the first to discover the damage--somehow unfair on top of everything else he'd been through--when he'd gone to his room to lie down. The boys' side had been intact, but the tower was swaying alarmingly. He and Ron and Hermione had stabilized it quickly, and it was thanks to them that the whole thing hadn't gone, but actual repairs were much more complicated than stabilization. The upshot was that the Gryffindors had been hastily moved into the staff family wing for the last two months of Ginny's seventh year. She'd hoped that when she returned in September, all would be as it was, but of course, it hadn't been. The magical builders didn't think the tower would be ready to be lived in until after Christmas.

So after the Sorting Feast, the Gryffindors had gone back to the empty wing of small suites that had been meant for teachers with families, none of whom had been in residence for many years. Whether by fate or coincidence, there were seven suites on each side of the corridor, and these were taken by various years of boys and girls. Hermione had moved in with Ginny's year (Parvati and Lavender had finished up on time); the pair of them shared a space that had been meant to be a teacher's small sitting room.

In lieu of the Common Room, the corridor had been furnished for everyone. A large fireplace had already been in place, and they'd oriented the makeshift room around it. The Fat Lady was on an easel at the end of the corridor, but she really had nothing to guard, as the end of the corridor was open to the rest of the school, so when Luna came to visit, it was simply a matter of waving her in.

"There's not much sunlight, is there?" Luna asked, sitting down by the fireplace.

Hermione, who'd been poking listlessly at the flames, sat back and said, "There are windows in the suites. They're light enough."

"Except for the wardrobes blocking most of them," Ginny said. "I swear, I'm going to make them invisible."

"I suppose we could go outside," Luna suggested. "It's raining, but it's not at all cold, and Professor Hagrid is rebuilding the paddock for Buckbeak."

"I'm waiting for a call from Ron or Harry," Hermione said. "They're interviewing Dawlish today."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "And they can tell you as well after supper as they can tell you if they call right now. Luna's right. Let's go outside."

"I--"

"Hermione, the boys are where they are. You decided to be here with us. You should try actually being here."

"Yes," Luna said. "Ginny and I turned out to be quite good at having adventures."

"I don't want any more adventures," Hermione said.

"Ron says you pretended not to want them your first year, either," Ginny said, and stood up. She tugged on one of Hermione's arms, and signaled Luna to tug on the other. Between them, they prodded Hermione up. "Not every adventure needs to be deadly. I say we go find something fabulous. What do you say, Luna? Shall we go searching for Wrackspurts?"

"We don't need to look for them, they're all here. We could just... oh. Well, yes, we could look." Luna smiled. "I understand there's a fairy wedding in the woods. We should attend it..."

Hermione looked at Ginny--as far as either of them knew, fairies were about as likely as mosquitoes to have weddings--but at least, there was a glint of humor.

Together, they made their way out onto the soggy grounds.
hymnia From: hymnia Date: July 10th, 2011 02:31 am (UTC) (Link)
Is it okay to ask for one about your OC's? I'd like something about Nate, Evvy, and Neil.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: July 10th, 2011 10:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
Neil had added "Blondin" to his surname during his fourth year at Hogwarts, when the French Ministry had asked if he'd like to be placed with a "more appropriate" family. They'd rushed to add that they didn't mean Mum Ev and Daddy Nate's lycanthropy--heavens, no!--but simply that they were awfully young to have a teenage son, and their financial situation, though improving could hardly be called entirely secure.

Mum Ev had started to respond, shaking with fury, but Neil had taken the quill and the parchment and written the letter himself, explaining that he preferred to remain with parents who loved him and understood what his life was like. He skipped mentioning that it was none of the French Ministry's bloody business, as Daddy Nate had mentioned that their situation was politically touch, but he did say that he planned to abide by the British Ministry's ruling on his custody. He signed this "Neil Overby-Blondin," and, while there had been no legal action to make the change, it had been what had appeared on his fifth-year Hogwarts letter, which had included his prefect's badge, and on all of his correspondence in the two years since.

As it was on the letter naming him Head Boy, which Mum Ev was reading for the sixth time as they set up their picnic lunch at High Meadow on the last day of summer. She was particularly fond of the sentence that began, "In recognition of your leadership as a student and as a prefect..."

"What's the problem?" Daddy Nate asked as he and Neil spread out the blanket. "You look like you want to crawl under something."

Neil shrugged. "I don't know. I guess--well, It's not as though I've really been that big a leader. I sort of wonder if they made me Head Boy so they could pat themselves on the back and say, 'Look, we made a werewolf Head Boy.'"

"So what if they did? Do you know how good this is going to look when you're looking for an apprenticeship?"

"But I want to apprentice to you. I like building things."

"I'd love to have you on," Daddy Nate said. "But I want you to apprentice to someone else. See the world."

"Nate's right," Mum Ev said, putting down the letter as she sat down and started unpacking the picnic basket. "There's time to join the company later. You have a chance to do... everything, Neil. You can have a normal apprenticeship, you can take a trip around the world. You can visit your pretty pan pal in China..."

"Mum!"

"Well, you can. Life has to be about more than designing houses."

Neil felt himself blushing, and turned away. During the debates over the return of the Triwizard Tournament, the Department of International Magical Cooperation had set up chances to have pen pals in different schools around the world. Neil had written on a whim and put the letter into a sack, and it had ended up on an owl that went to Beijing, and Han Cuifen had got hold of it. They'd been writing ever since, and had even talked over the Floo once, though she said that the teachers always listened. He did have a standing invitation to visit. "Cuifen doesn't know much about... well, full moon troubles. Not many of us in China."

Mum Ev rolled her eyes. "Yes, you can thank the Cultural Revolution for that."

"What do you mean?"

"There were a normal number of werewolves in China before it," Daddy Nate said, "and nearly none after it. You do the maths."

Neil couldn't think of anything to say.

"But it's safe enough now," Mum Ev said. "They've disavowed it. So a visit would be perfectly fine. Or she could visit here."

"Or maybe there's someone out there that Neil hasn't met at all," Daddy Nate suggested. "Maybe we should send him off to Oaxaca to visit Vivian's Enrique. I understand he has a daughter..."

"Can I get through my seventh year first? Could even be that there's someone at Hogwarts."

"Oh, really?" Mum Ev asked avidly. "And who would that be?..."
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From: (Anonymous) Date: July 10th, 2011 02:47 am (UTC) (Link)

Great to see this

Is it wrong that I'm happier to see the occurrence of a challenge call from Fern than even the idea putting in a possible prompt?

If there's still room I sort of feel like Ruthless/James has been a bit neglected of late. How about a related Ruth and Ginny moment or maybe just something in the summertime after James has started teaching (in honor of the season).
From: erv2 Date: July 10th, 2011 08:14 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Great to see this

This was me actually, but I was at the wrong computer at the time (not that I actually remembered my password when I got here).
alphabet26 From: alphabet26 Date: July 10th, 2011 03:47 am (UTC) (Link)
I really enjoy Dudley's interactions with everyone in your world. Something with Dudley, please!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: July 11th, 2011 08:13 am (UTC) (Link)
It was quite late on Christmas night when Dudley left his parents' home. Dad and Aunt Marge were still up, sharing a second bottle of sherry and talking about family friends, and Mum was cleaning the kitchen. Dudley picked up a cloth and asked if he could help.

"No, no, Diddy," Mum said. "You go about your business."

"I don't really have any, as Kelsey's going to visit her sister now."

Mum grimaced. She hadn't even met Kelsey yet, but Dudley knew it would be a tough sell. She detested the idea of female boxers. Plus, as he'd claimed to have been visiting Kelsey this afternoon while he was actually with Harry, Mum was particularly annoyed by the subject. He sighed. "Well, happy Christmas."

"Happy Christmas."

Dudley moved forward to give her a hug, but she was scrubbing the oven with a toothbrush, so he let her be.

He'd taken the train over, reckoning that he might drink with Dad and Aunt Marge, and he didn't really like the thought of walking all the way to the station in the cold rain, but there was nothing for it. It wasn't as though he could wave a stick and warm things up. He turned up his collar and headed toward Wisteria Walk.

"Good of you to help out Teddy," someone said.

Dudley looked up. Harry's brother-in-law was leaning against a car. For a moment, he flashed on the long-ago day when his tongue had suddenly grown obscenely, making it impossible to talk and difficult to breathe. But that had been another life. Dudley nodded to him. "'Lo... George, isn't it?"

George Weasley nodded. "Headed for the train?"

"Yeah."

"I could get you home more quickly. Where do you live?"

"I've got a place in Crowborough. Train should leave in forty minutes or so."

"Why bother with the train? Didn't Harry drag you back here by Side-Along?"

"Yeah. And I'm not doing that again."

"Suit yourself. Not a very good night for walking, though."

Dudley paused. "I don't reckon you could make my coat warmer or whatnot?"

"I can do better than that," George said. "I'll walk with you, and we'll have a Warming Charm. Just remember to pretend you're cold if anyone sees us."

"You don't have to come with me..."

"No, it's a good idea. Never did talk to you properly."

"You already apologized about the toffee."

"I know. But what's the point of an apology if you're still not talking after it?" George grinned, and started walking. He waved his wand almost too fast to see, and the air around Dudley became comfortably warm. "So, you're teaching Teddy Lupin to box?"

"I'm trying to teach him not to be caught by your bloody friend Greyback."

"Welcome to the team," George said.

"Been on the team," Dudley said. "I helped that last year."

"Well, welcome to Team Teddy. But I don't know how much luck you'll have. I love him, but if there's nothing handy to trip over, he'll go three counties out of his way to find something."

Dudley shook his head. "That's a problem, right there. You expect it. When I was Teddy's age, I could probably tip over on my own weight--I'm sure you remember."

"Er... well..."

"But I got working on it. And now, I've got championship belts. It just takes work. No reason Teddy can't learn it."

"His mum..."

"Was in and out of the safe house all year. Never saw her fall over anything when she wasn't nervous. Maybe if you lot hadn't all expected her to fall--"

George held up his hands. "All right, I see your point. We'll expect Teddy to join the national ballet any day now."

Dudley rolled his eyes. "My girlfriend would say it'd do him good. D'you know, she wants me to take bloody ballet lessons?"

"Shall I conjure you a tutu?"

"Don't even think about it..."
demonoflight From: demonoflight Date: July 10th, 2011 05:09 am (UTC) (Link)
Something with Teddy and the Potter boys, before Lily was born?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: July 11th, 2011 09:28 am (UTC) (Link)
Teddy guessed that next time he stayed at Uncle Harry's, even the bed in his room would be gone. They'd spent today putting up new paint for the new baby that was coming, and put up the cot that had barely got put away after Al finished with it, and there was a special table set up, filled with nappies and cleaning things for babies. He had helped. Uncle Harry had kept asking if it he was quite all right, and of course he was. The baby was one of Uncle Harry's real children, and it would need a room in his house. There were still rooms upstairs, but most of them had either curses or chizzpurfles.

And Teddy would be going to Hogwarts soon, only a year. And of course, this room was the closest one left to Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny's room. And it wasn't like Teddy was even usually here.

It was fine for the baby to have his room.

Which wasn't really his room, just a guest room. And now the baby's room.

He curled up in his bed--the guest bed he used, anyway--and picked up his book, which was a Muggle story about a boy in New York who was really a Greek god's son. Teddy tried to imagine finding out that his parents weren't really dead, but were actually immortal Greek gods who'd had to return to Olympus, but he supposed enough people knew them that something like that would have come to light by now.

There was a light knock on the door, then Uncle Harry called, "Teddy?"

Teddy put his book down. "Yes?"

The door opened, and two tiny comets came shooting over toward the bed. James jumped up and starting bouncing, then helped to yank Al up along with him.

"They wanted to say goodnight," Uncle Harry explained.

"Stay in Teddy's room?" James asked, resuming his bouncing.

"No, you'll sleep in your own room," Uncle Harry said. "Let Teddy get some sleep."

"They can stay," Teddy said. "I'm not tired."

Uncle Harry started to say something, then just shook his head.

"Can we hear your book?" James asked (well, at least that was what Teddy guessed it was--he was pointing at the book and saying, "K'wee hear?", while Al nodded wildly).

"It's not really your sort of book," Teddy said. "There are no pictures at all."

James looked at him blankly, and Teddy realized that this was not the right approach. James always wanted to read whatever Teddy was reading.

"It's... it's..." He sighed. "It's about Greek stories. Greek stories are, well, actually they're sort of interesting, but you're not really big enough."

This got a grin from Al, and a stubborn set of the chin from James, who thought himself big enough for any story.

"You're on your own," Uncle Harry said, smiling and leaving the door.

"Geek stories," James demanded.

"Well, this one won't make sense if you don't know the others." Teddy bit his lip. "I guess maybe--oh, I know! King Midas. He made everything turn to gold."

James knew the word "gold," and this was enough. He nodded, then, to reinforce it, put his hands on Al's head and made Al nod as well.

Teddy had no idea how much of what he was saying James understood as he settled into the story of the foolish King Midas, who wanted to have everything he touched turn to gold. He did laugh at the funny part where Midas got donkey ears, but that might have been because Teddy morphed donkey ears onto his own head. He was only halfway through when Al dropped off to sleep in the crook of his left arm, and had barely got to the food turning to gold when James did the same under his right arm. He kept talking anyway, up through the end, where Midas went into the river and made the curse go away. By then, Uncle Harry was back in the door, watching fondly.

"I'll get them to bed," he said.

"I can take Al," Teddy told him.

Uncle Harry nodded, and picked up James, who stirred enough to put his arms up then nodded back off. Teddy gingerly got up and picked up Al, who barely stirred at all. He carried Al to the next room in the corridor, while Uncle Harry carried James further up.

Al muttered something to himself as Teddy put him down in his little bed and pulled the covers up, but he didn't wake up. Teddy tucked his blankets around him and kissed his head. A moment later, Uncle Harry reappeared, checked to make sure everything was fine, then put his arm around Teddy and led him out.

Edited at 2011-07-11 09:31 am (UTC)
From: severely_lupine Date: July 10th, 2011 05:20 am (UTC) (Link)
AU where Alderman didn't get bitten and instead went to Hogwarts. Something with him and Ginny and/or Luna (or any of the other main kids). Maybe during Lupin's time teaching, or during the DA, or something else. How would he have fit in if he'd gone to school like he should have?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: July 10th, 2011 05:21 am (UTC) (Link)
(Oo, I already hit ten, but that's tempting to me. I might get it anyway.)
malinbe From: malinbe Date: July 10th, 2011 02:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
Can I still ask?

I want some Walburga with teenage Bellatrix!
malinbe From: malinbe Date: July 10th, 2011 02:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I see that it's closed. Oh, well, next time :)
From: (Anonymous) Date: July 10th, 2011 06:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
I love these so much! I have to check lj more often. Then, maybe, sometime I would be fast enough to ask for more Reg/Lily Luna. Oh well, at least I got a hint of them in the awesome Andromeda at the Roost.
sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: July 11th, 2011 12:17 pm (UTC) (Link)

Teddy Reads Percy!

Awww!
From: (Anonymous) Date: July 13th, 2011 12:42 am (UTC) (Link)

ah, Darn it i missed the challenge call.... and a Warning...

darn, I missed the challenge call.
Oh well. there stuff to read. good bunch too.

i'll try next time.

also Fern, i'm sure you heard of this already, but...

Rowling is launching this thing called "pottermore" where you can register and get sorted her way,

but she's also going to start releasing notes and background info on as much stuff as possible...

just to let you know, and hoping none of your stuff gets blown by cannon.

like ruth/james which i see as one of the possible ones.

~Alex Wells
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: July 13th, 2011 02:26 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: ah, Darn it i missed the challenge call.... and a Warning...

Oh, it almost certainly will. ;p Ah, well. It's an inherent danger in fanfic. She'll probably also announce that Teddy is either a teacher or an Auror. I'll wait for the wave to break before I start another major project.
From: phoean Date: July 13th, 2011 12:55 pm (UTC) (Link)

oohhhh...

I love McGonagall. She was the first HP character I fell in love with, I think, before even Remus and that is saying something.

I think you nailed the love Gryffindors have for Minerva perfectly, just as it is in the books. I think you have her character down too, I'm remember DH when the battle begins and she's telling the students that Professor Snape has 'done a bunk'. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. Wonderful woman, wonderful fic and wonderful you.
I'd love to see you write Remus' careers interview with her, and the other Marauders and Lily too... or maybe you have and I just haven't come across it yet?

Phoe x
sueatducksfoot From: sueatducksfoot Date: July 23rd, 2011 04:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
This is so sweet. I love Minerva! And it's true, her Gryffindors loved her and she'd cross the fires of hell to help them. Wonderful story.
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