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Little Christmas drabble-esque things - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
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Little Christmas drabble-esque things
They aren't technically drabbles, but they're drabble-like. The Quill did a challenge last year and they just popped it back up, and I found these two Christmas not-drabbles that I did and thought I'd pass them along. The Andromeda one is the scene she remembers in Shifts when the Fidelius Charm doesn't let her form a full thought about Grimmauld Place.



Christmas Greeting
You made it! Oh, I'm so happy... Mummy, it's all right, isn't it? Daddy and I found Mr. Lupin in Diagon Alley yesterday and he was all alone and it's Christmas, and it is all right, isn't it?

The goose is almost ready, and I made the pudding my very self, and it's only the tiniest bit burnt. Do you like chocolate cake? It's my favorite.

I even have a present for you. I was going to owl it last week, but I forgot, so I have it for you, right on the tree. And Daddy said, "Dora, you should have sent it out!" Ha! Now I have it and here you are. I made it myself. It's a... well, it's a surprise, of course, but I made it from our old lessons. It's in Latin.

I'm so happy I found you! Happy Christmas!

Oh, and you can come in if you'd like. It's snowing.




A Christmas Walk
His little hand is warm in mine as we walk across the windy square outside Auntie’s house. He gives me a frightened look. Auntie has had five years to make him fear Muggles, but I won’t let him be afraid.

We walk together, Sirius humming Christmas carols and looking up with increasingly mischievous smiles. A little church stands at the corner. I bring us to a bench beneath a barren tree and brush away the snow.

The bells are ringing and people are leaving, laughing and wishing one another Happy Christmas. A mother and son come out, arms linked, singing a jolly song. The mother does a little dance and curtsies to her son. He claps. They do not see us. I wonder what it would be like to be a part of their world, and to go home to a cheap flat and a cheerful dance instead of to the drafty corridors of Number 12, Grimmauld Place.

They disappear around a corner and Sirius leans into me, a warm place in the cold. I kiss his head and wish him Happy Christmas, and he kisses my cheek and wishes me the same.

After a long while, we head back.
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From: fireflash_yalie Date: December 15th, 2004 11:22 am (UTC) (Link)
Aww...I liked these both! The Andromeda one is particularly touching. Grimmauld Place must not have been a pleasant place at all for a young boy. I think that Sirius and Harry have a lot in common as far as their childhoods go, which, had they the chance to talk and develop their relationship, would have greatly brought them together. Thanks for these.
scionofgrace From: scionofgrace Date: December 16th, 2004 05:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
::applauds:: Wonderful, wonderful! I love them both! There's such sweetness in them.
erised1810 From: erised1810 Date: December 21st, 2004 03:36 am (UTC) (Link)
oh these were wonderful1 {[hugs]} very touching. I lvoe yoru ickle!TOnks!
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