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Next gen, House of Black challenge call
Chapter 5 of Teddy ("Teacher's Pet") is up at SQ. Some grammar clean-up, a clarification of why the famous witches and wizards coloring book has no pictures of Remus and Tonks, and... something else, which I'm blanking on. An "until" is missing in a place where I put in a beta recommended edit--which was therefore a post-beta addition--but I've sent in a correction on it. :eyeroll:

I've really gotten addicted to writing every day. I felt very out-of-sorts not having anything yesterday! And sadly, the reason I didn't write something anyway was less because it was Yom Kippur at sunset--I could have rushed something, like I did on Rosh Hashanah--than because I didn't want to look so weirdly obsessed with daily writing. Also, because I couldn't decide what to do next, and didn't feel like committing to anything that would take long.

So what to do when I really feel like writing but don't feel like committing? Challenge call! ;p

I know a few people are new since I last did this, so the essence is, you ask me to write it in the comments, I write it in a reply. Just short stuff, drabbles or marginally longer. I try to stay compliant with other things I've written as well as with canon, though I've been known to joss myself. This time, since my head is still in Teddy-land, I'm going to limit it to HP next gen (canon characters or mine), or, if you'd rather, "excerpts" from Andromeda's book, Noble and Most Ancient--ad libbing the Black Family history. Because I'm bored.

:headdesk:

Fire away!

ETA: Wow...! I think that's all the requests I can take for this one. I have to sleep now; I'll get to the others tomorrow. Thanks for the prompts, everyone! This is fun. :)

ETA2: kobegrace's was the last request up when I posted the above. I'll get that far in the next day or two. Others, maybe if there's time later on, I'll hit them.

Done so far:
  1. Ruthless and Teddy, trying to kiss, for jadeddiva
  2. Al's first night at Hogwarts, for kagehikario
  3. Teddy and Victoire's first attempt at dating, for victorialupin
  4. Victoire getting the Marauder's Map, for blueinkedlines
  5. A birth party, for spitc1899
  6. Victoire's last night at Hogwarts, for rosathome
  7. Teddy, Harry, and the Ring of Remus, for willowbough
  8. Something with Rose and Lily, for riah_chan
  9. Victoire dealing with James, for shake_n_shimmy
  10. Something with Rose and Hogwarts, a History, for mistralcat
  11. Something with Teddy and James for shina_laris
  12. A Black family excerpt with Andromeda, for allie_meril
  13. Teddy/Victoire futurefic, for kinderjedi
  14. Something with little Fred, for sonetka
  15. The trio, in older years, for ladylothwen
  16. Honoria/Corky, for rainingtulips
  17. James dealing with Teddy's sense of orphanhood, for at_upton
  18. Charlie and Luna, for kizmet_42
  19. Andromeda interacts with Draco and Scorpius, for shiiki
  20. Something from the year Greyback escapes, for Nicole
  21. Uncle Alphard, for 1voice
  22. Andromeda and Frankie, for Sam
  23. Teddy/Victoire proposal, for Maryann
  24. Something from Teddy becoming an Animagus, for cleindori
  25. Andromeda's elopement, for dorasolo
  26. Page 517 (sans picture, of course) of Noble and Most Ancient, for gloryforever
  27. From Noble and Most Ancient, for Anon, who turns out to be ethnotechno
  28. On the train with Al, Rose, and Scorpius, for larisa57
  29. Teddy's year at the first CoMC class, for demonoflight
  30. Regulus, from Noble and Most Ancient, for jedi_chick
  31. Neville and Harry talk about Teddy growing up, for marikenobi
  32. Teddy entertains Lily and Hugo when they can't go to Hogwarts, for kobegrace

And that ends the ones that were asked for before I posted the ETA cut-off! Wow, thanks for all the prompts! I may get to the later ones at a later date, but I believe I'm taking a few days off now!

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jadeddiva From: jadeddiva Date: September 23rd, 2007 12:05 am (UTC) (Link)
Since you alluded to it in Maurader's Roost...I'd like to see something involving Ruthless and Teddy during his fourth year. That is...if it won't spoil any future Teddy stories, that is :)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 12:31 am (UTC) (Link)
"I don't think we're doing this right," Teddy said, rubbing his lower lip, which felt a bit sore. He was under the impression that kissing might make the lips swell a bit--or so Frankie had explained--but he didn't think it was actually meant to bruise.

Ruthless frowned. "You might be right. Here, let's try again." She put her hands in his hair and leaned in, pressing her lips hard against his, this time trying to slide them around a little.

It was a little better--and, bruising aside, Teddy did like the weird, spirally feeling that went through him--so he put his hands in her hair and tried to move his face, but their noses collided quite painfully.

They pulled apart. "Hmm," Ruthless said. "I think we need practice."

Teddy was thinking the same thing, and was leaning toward her to try again when she darted forward aggressively, eyes closed. His nose hit the corner of her mouth.

She drew back, startled. "I thought you were further away!"

"Well, maybe I should be in charge next time," Teddy suggested.

"In charge?"

"Well, you know... let me steer."

"I've seen you on a broomstick, Lupin, that doesn't inspire confidence. And why should you be in charge? I'm older."

"Because I'm the... well, you know."

"If the word you're thinking of is 'boy,' I'll have to hurt you."

"All right then, because you're not doing a very good job!"

"Oh." She considered this, then nodded in resignation. "All right. You try." She took her glasses off. "If my eyes are closed anyway, I may as well get rid of potentially dangerous items."

"Good thinking," Teddy said, and she closed her eyes and tipped her chin up. Her eyelashes were violently red, her freckles bright against her pale skin. It was her hair he really liked, though--thick and curly, and he liked putting his hands into it. He did so, then kissed her nose and her cheeks, then took a very deep breath and kissed her mouth. He tried to do it tenderly, like the books in Mum's closet were always talking about, but suddenly, to his horror, he realized he was drooling on her.

She drew away and wiped her chin. "My turn next time," she said.
kagehikario From: kagehikario Date: September 23rd, 2007 12:08 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh goody. Fern-version drabble requests!

How about something of Al's first night at Hogwarts?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 01:13 am (UTC) (Link)
Oo, joining the debate about Al's house. Well, I figure that, fears aside, he'll end up in Gryffindor. He's half-Potter, half-Weasley!




"GRYFFINDOR!" the Hat yelled, and Al took it off, feeling relieved and sort of guilty at being relieved, after Dad had gone out of his way to tell him it would be all right if the Hat picked some other House. But it really hadn't even thought about it much, and the other House it had thought about putting him in was Ravenclaw, which he thought odd, as no one had been a Ravenclaw, except for Uncle Percy's son Gideon, who wasn't like anyone else in the family, least of all Al. It had been so unexpected that he'd been mentally speechless at the notion. But in the end, the Hat had chosen Gryffindor without his having to protest Ravenclaw further than a confused, Er... what?

He made his way down to the Gryffindor table, and James got up and threw an arm around his neck, pulling him over to a seat in the midst of his mates, who Al had sat with on the train. They made enough of a fuss over him that Neville Longbottom--who was Al's own godfather--had to come over and tell them to be quiet so the rest of the year could be sorted, and there were still twenty-three more people to go. The first years who had been Sorted into Gryffindor before Al--twelve of them, seven girls, five boys--all waved down the table as "Prince, Alpheus" was made a Slytherin. Al looked for his cousins, Rose and Artie Weasley, who were waiting impatiently to reach the end of the alphabet. Their other cousin, Machy--Uncle Percy's son, Telemachus--was standing a little bit apart, and Al wondered if he wanted to be in Ravenclaw with Gideon. Rosie kept biting her lip, and Al knew she was trying not to move her mouth while she talked to herself, reminding herself of everything she knew. He'd caught her doing this all summer, and he and Artie had caught her last night to remind her not to do it in front of the whole school.

"Budge," someone whispered, and his cousin Aimee, a second-year like James, shoved aside James's friend Galvin Sawbridge to plant herself beside Al and start mussing up his hair, which really didn't need her help. "Welcome to Gryffindor. We'll try to make room for you."

Al nodded nervously, not wanting to have Neville come over again and tell them to be quiet. He guessed it had been like this with the family since Victoire's sisters and Percy's children started coming--Neville certainly looked more like he was tired of it than surprised by it--but he'd rather it wasn't on his own account.

The Gryffindor table exploded into applause again as Dick Thomas was named a Gryffindor. Al waved him over. He wasn't altogether part of the family, but he certainly came over on Christmas and was part of the strange, extended group of Dumbledore's Army "family" that everyone recognized and no one named. He was welcomed while "Tinsdale, Emma" became a Ravenclaw and "Tierney, Charles" was sent to Slytherin.

There was a whispered groan on the far side of the table, and Al looked up to see the boys sitting there budge apart so that Victoire and Marie could join them. "Better view," Marie said, and popped up to wave to her brother Artie.

"Hey, Victoire," James said. "What have you been doing lately?" He made kissing noises.

"Trying to remember the right word for cousin-killing," she said. "I know that it's 'fratricide' for brothers, and 'sororicide' for sisters, but I just can't remember what it is for cousins. Do you happen to know?"

"Ask Teddy," James suggested. "I'll bet he knows. He knows lots of Latin."

She glared.

"Weasley, Arthur!" Neville called, and conversation ceased, as they waited to find out what would become of the rest of the family.
victorialupin From: victorialupin Date: September 23rd, 2007 12:09 am (UTC) (Link)
I'd like to see Teddy and Victoire's first attempt at dating, as mentioned in Marauder's Roost.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 01:28 am (UTC) (Link)
Teddy ordered their tea before thinking to ask Victoire what she wanted, which wasn't a very auspicious start, he guessed, but then, she'd taken her tea the same way since she was six--a whole lemon slice floating on sugar water that was slightly flavored with tea. He started to make a joke about why she didn't just order hot lemonade and be done with it, but thought that might not be exactly right for going out.

She smiled nervously across the table. Her lips looked very soft, and Teddy thought it would be quite nice to find out if they were, but that didn't seem like a good bit of conversation either.

"So," he said. "Er... how are your classes?"

"Fine. You know."

"Right."

She bit her lip. "And your N.E.W.T.s? What do you mean to... I mean, have thought about an apprenticeship? What you'd like to do?"

"Well, I've been talking to Maddie Apcarne. Well, I need to finish my N.E.W.T.s first. No chance without History of Magic, Divination, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Muggle Studies, Charms, and Transfiguration. Which means I'd best get through this year first." He winced. That had sounded more like a complaint than an answer. "What do you think you'll take for N.E.W.T.s?"

"Herbology, definitely," Victoire said, encouraged. "And Care of Magical Creatures. Transfiguration. And... well, Professor Longbottom said I should get Potions. He said he ought to have had it, since he's needed to make Potions for his plants." This hopeful line seemed to wane away. "Of course, I really don't know what I want to apprentice for. I haven't really had my Career Advice yet. I'm meant to do that next month. I like plants," she added, then fell uncomfortably silent.

Teddy nodded, and the tea came. They raised their teacups to one another and drank, which at least gave them something to do.

Victoire picked up a biscuit and nibbled on it, but some crumbs fell onto her robes and Teddy reached across to brush them off, then realized that, in context, it wouldn't be a grand idea to touch her chest. She took care of it herself.

"I..." Teddy started, then frowned, trying to think of something she didn't already know. He supposed he could tell her about the money Granny had just discovered in Granddad's Muggle account, but one's own money wasn't exactly a decent subject of conversation.

Victoire leaned forward excitedly, apparently thinking of something to say, then sat back, frustrated.

They smiled at each other.

Teddy raised his hand to call for the bill.
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fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 02:05 am (UTC) (Link)
"For cleaner escapes," the note said in Teddy's handwriting, and Victoire grinned. The Marauder's Map was folded neatly, and had been delivered by owl, for all the world as if he hadn't sent it from on school grounds. The owl looked annoyed at being awakened to swoop down to the Great Hall from the Owlery.

She slipped the Map into her book bag and went back to her breakfast, not letting on, even as Teddy came in from upstairs, commenting loudly about having had to send an owl to his grandmother. He didn't look at Victoire, and she was careful not to acknowledge him with more than a nod. No one knew about the Marauder's Map, but everyone seemed to know that Teddy had some way of getting around the castle without being detected. Victoire had noticed this right away when she'd come in September. She'd gone prowling around with him--and the Map--in October, but this would be the first time she'd use it on her own.

He hadn't told her he was sending it, of course. There was a ritual involved in its use, and they both enjoyed playing at it. But he'd seen her frustrated by roving boys every time she tried to follow the Ravenclaws up to their tower to get Story Shacklebolt back for the hex he'd put on her shoes in Herbology, which had left her sliding around the greenhouse like a badly trained ice skater. She had found a good hex in one of Teddy's books that would make clothes sprout lace and bows the second they were put on, and she wanted to sneak into Story's dormitory and put it on all of his school robes. Since the Ravenclaw door knocker was a puzzle rather than a password, she thought she could solve it and get in, but actually avoiding the Ravenclaws seemed to be a much bigger problem.

She went to her morning classes--Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms--then swerved away from the rest of the first years as they headed down to lunch. She ducked into an empty classroom, opened the Map, and said, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good."

The Map rolled out. She watched the dots floating around. There was a real knot of people outside Ravenclaw, so she had to wait anyway. As long as she had time, she pointed her wand at the Map and said, "I'm Victoire Weasley. Tell me something."

It didn't matter that it was a non-specific order. The Map didn't care what the order was.

Mr. Padfoot, while of course blinded by Miss Weasley's beauty as she expects, believes that she ought to be getting about her business.

Mr. Moony is duly impressed that Miss Weasley is willing to risk her shoeshine to Maraud.

Mr. Prongs would point out a flaw in Miss Weasley, but would prefer not to be rudely corrected about it.

Mr. Wormtail would like to express his great regard for Miss Weasley, but she would certainly pay no attention at all to him.


Victoire rolled her eyes. They'd said much worse things to Teddy over the last two years--while they'd been exploring the castle in October, Teddy'd ordered the Map and been told by his own father that he was clearly just fumbling about in the shadows--but it was still fun to prod them. She liked to imagine them blinking at each other and wondering about a girl using their map on her own.

She cleared their insults and brought the view of the castle. Story's dormitory was empty, and the corridors were much clearer on the way up to Ravenclaw Tower.

She smiled and started upstairs.
From: spitc1899 Date: September 23rd, 2007 12:14 am (UTC) (Link)
Yay! I've been wanting this one for almost a year, and somehow something always comes up that keeps me off the computer whenever you do a challenge call. Anyway, I loved the ceremony in _Shifts_ with Frankie's birth and the various friends adding their 'gifts' to the birth scroll. Can we see another one? Your choice of character.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 02:53 am (UTC) (Link)
Harry had told Teddy that he was too young to be at a birth, and Andromeda had quite agreed. It was nothing for a seven year old to see; it would frighten him. It would be disturbing. It was very bloody and violent and frankly terrifying...

Ginny screamed, and Harry thought that perhaps he was, himself, not quite old enough for this. It had been one thing at Fleur's two birthing parties, and at Penelope's last year, but it was a different matter when it was Ginny. Quite different.

"Shh," Hermione said, bending over and mopping Ginny's forehead. "You're doing wonderfully. Do you need anything? Ice?"

Ginny nodded, panting, and Hermione backed out of the room, looking disturbed. Harry smoothed Ginny's hair and kissed her forehead, and thought the chivalrous thing would be to wish he was doing this himself, but he couldn't quite do it. He just wished it were easier for her. A moment later, Ron came in with ice.

Molly, who'd had enough babies to know what she needed to do, and Penelope, who'd finally finished her apprenticeship as a Healer, seemed to think it was all fine. Harry wasn't sure how they defined "fine."

Ginny let out another scream and grabbed at the blankets. Harry kissed her head. The minutes seemed to roll out forever, then, out of nowhere, it was over. The red, squalling baby was in the open. Ginny, covered with sweat, her hair plastered to her head in red clumps, looked glorious. Harry looked at his son as Molly put him into Ginny's arms after severing the cord that connected them. He was covered with blood and his eyes were screwed shut. His hair was thin and brownish, and he was crying lustily.

Ginny swallowed hard and caught her breath, then kissed the bloody head, leaving a smear of red on her lips. "Welcome to the world, James Sirius Potter."

"Harry," Molly said, "we'll finish up with Ginny. It's time for you to clean your son."

Harry held out shaking arms, taking James, and going to the small table where, earlier in the evening, he'd set up the soft cloths and oils that Bill had taught him to use. Carefully, he cleaned the blood and tissue from the baby's face and head, from his body. He found a tiny nappy, and put it on, then wrapped him in a blanket. By the time he was done, all of the others had gathered around the bed. Ginny nodded to him, and he got out the scroll for the ritual, and said the words that were always said--he would be asking for gifts, normally bad form, but expected at something like this.

Ginny covered James's face with kisses, then, with great reluctance, handed him to Harry. Harry took him to Ron. The birthing scroll and quill floated after him.

"Ron, you'll be James's godfather, as well as his uncle. Ginny and I ask that you teach him what it means to be loyal and true and strong."

"This I will do." He signed the scroll, took the baby for a moment, then gave him back.

Harry went on to Hermione. "Hermione, you've always been my sister, and you'll be James's godmother as well as his aunt. I ask you to teach him that love isn't always what other people think it is, and that wisdom is more powerful than magic."

"This I will do," she said, and signed the scroll.

From Bill, he asked strength in the face of hardship, from Fleur, the understanding of real beauty (that had been Ginny's request, after thinking long and hard about what she might ask from Fleur). Percy gave caution, George, laughter, Molly warmth and strength, Arthur curiosity. Harry finally reached the end of the line.

"Dudley," he said, "we haven't always got along, but you taught me something, and I want you to teach it to James as well. Teach him that... that it matters."

Dudley Dursley nodded, plucked the floating quill from the air and signed the magical scroll, and said, "This I will do."
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From: rosathome Date: September 23rd, 2007 12:22 am (UTC) (Link)
Victoire's last (or first, if you'd really rather) day at Hogwarts.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 03:34 am (UTC) (Link)
Victoire had spent her last night at Hogwarts in the greenhouses.

It wasn't that she didn't like her dormitory-mates, really. They had always been perfectly decent, all seven of them. They'd just never really been her friends particularly. And of course, the rest of Gryffindor Tower was largely a family reunion--she hardly needed to find time to squeeze in her sisters, her brother, and several cousins. They'd be at the Burrow tomorrow night, and at the wedding in August. (Marie, in fact, was already making a fuss about inviting enough boys who weren't relatives--or Teddy's friends, who all seemed to be paired up one way or another--for everyone to have fun with, and had presented Victoire with several lists.) She had friends in school, but several had been older than she was, and those who remained were boys, most of whom seemed to have got distant since she started wearing the small, tasteful diamond ring Teddy had given her over Christmas hols. Only Story really seemed to still be her friend, but he had his own group, and when Victoire had pressed James to let her have a look at the Marauder's Map, she'd seen that he was with them in his dormitory in Ravenclaw, and she didn't think she'd be particularly welcome.

She just wanted to mark the end of school somehow, and the one place she'd really miss was greenhouse five, where her N.E.W.T. project had been installed for two years. Professor Longbottom had let her in at sunset, on the flimsy excuse that she just wanted to check on her Mongolian Moonblossoms. She'd been alone since then, clipping here, trimming there. She looked through the windows on the ceiling frequently, part of her hoping to see the cruciform shadow of a hawk swooping down among the post owls, a bigger part wanting to mark this passage alone--it was, after all, the last she would mark as Victoire Weasley, alone. The rest would be made as part of a marriage, part of a partnership that she desired, but which would be its own new thing. It seemed right to leave school like this, in the company of the plants she'd cared for.

But it was lonely, and she wasn't at all sorry when there was a tap at the door an hour before dawn. Professor Longbottom was standing there, a tray of pruning gear in his hands. "May I?" he asked.

She nodded. "I'm really just puttering," she said.

"Nothing wrong with that," he said. "But don't tell my fourth years. They haven't quite figured out the difference between puttering and lollygagging."

"Oh, but they're barely similar." Victoire smiled. "Teddy and I have put a greenhouse on the island, but it won't be like this."

"It'll be your own, and you won't have to worry about other students treading on your vines."

"Or fortuitously dropping a seed that turns out to grow just the sort of thing I need to mulch."

"Well, true. I'm sure you've noticed that my projects are all here, not at home."

"I had." She trimmed a broken leaf stalk on a Humming Hoverbloom. "Professor Longbottom?"

"You've taken your N.E.W.T.s, Victoire. I am extremely happy to become Neville again."

"Neville, then."

"What?"

"What do I do with this? It's the thing that really makes me happy, and I can do it in my own home, and I'm good at it. But I don't know what sort of business I can make of it. I suppose I don't really need to work, but..." She shrugged.

"But you'd like something of your own?"

"Yes."

"Well, you've been raising plants that don't grow here at all. You could have a nice little niche business supplying them to people who want them for smart parties. Of course, that would mean parting with them."

"I think I could. Or I could write books."

"I think you'd do well."

"I'd feel silly. You know this sort of thing better than I do, and you don't have any books."

"My writing is rubbish. Ask anyone. I find other ways to pass things along here and there, in case you haven't noticed."

She laughed. "I have."

"Good." Neville set down his tray and started pulling out pruning shears. "Now... we should start getting these ready to transfer to your new home, shouldn't we?"
willowbough From: willowbough Date: September 23rd, 2007 12:23 am (UTC) (Link)
It's always nice to see a call for one of these. How about something with Teddy, Harry, and the Ring of Remus? Or Teddy and the Marauders? I rather enjoyed the exchanges between Teddy and the Map--call it a guilty pleasure.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 04:27 am (UTC) (Link)
"I'm not sure it will work for you," Teddy said. "The incantation means heart of the father, and it may only work for me, since it only goes into Dad's memories. And we might not be able to go together. I mean, you sort of... go into his head."

Uncle Harry set Dad's ring down on the parchment. "Teddy, you don't need to share this with me. It's something very special that your father made for you."

"But he and Sirius wanted to share things with you. That's what the letter said. They were going to use a Pensieve, but they never got a chance. I think he'd want me to try. And you should meet them. I mean, when they were... when they weren't dead. You know what I mean."

"Yes. And thank you, Teddy. Whether it works or not, thank you for inviting me."

Teddy smiled nervously, sure that it was going to backfire, that it wouldn't let them in. He linked his arm through Uncle Harry's, as they'd both agreed was their best bet.

Uncle Harry turned the ring three times, then said, "Cordis Patronum."

The study wavered, blurred, then became a ghostly translucent projection of a cozy kitchen that Teddy had never in his life seen.

"It's in the cottage," Uncle Harry said. "In Godric's Hollow."

Teddy blinked, and he realized what was wrong. Normally, when he used Dad's ring, he was looking out through Dad's eyes. There was no separation. He could see Uncle Harry, solid in the world of ghosts, and he could see Dad, a shimmering, unshaped form. The other men were whole, if transparent, like ghosts. Teddy looked at Uncle Harry. "This isn't how it normally is."

"Splitting it must change it. We're probably combining our impressions, creating Remus." He nodded at the vague shape that Teddy knew was his father.

James Potter, his voice far away, picked up a small, squirming bundle, and said, "All right, now, Harry. You don't need to fuss. Mummy will be back soon, and she's with Dumbledore, so she's fine. Now, it's just us men. It's time to learn an important skill. Sirius?"

Sirius nodded solemnly and sat down at the table. He pulled a pack of Tarot cards out of a leather bag and started shuffling.

Teddy laughed, and Uncle Harry looked at him strangely.

"Just wait," Teddy said. "They did this all the time."

Sirius finished shuffling, and they all sat down, affecting expressions of great somberness. He closed his eyes, pulled a card from the deck, and stuck it to his forehead, face out. Once this was complete, he opened his eyes, and pasted one to each of the other men, then with great ceremony, drew a card from the center of the deck and bent over baby Uncle Harry. He turned the card face out, and stuck it gently to the high forehead. The baby giggled. The card was the Tower.

They began to play.

Teddy drew closer to Uncle Harry as they watched the nonsense game, while their fathers bet sweets and dares and secrets, and laughed together from a great, unbridgeable distance.
riah_chan From: riah_chan Date: September 23rd, 2007 12:27 am (UTC) (Link)
Something with Rose and Lily maybe?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 04:52 am (UTC) (Link)
Lily stormed out into the garden, beating furiously at her hair. "I'll get you, Albus Severus!" she yelled, and Rose could hear the boys laughing upstairs. "When you're not expecting it, you... you... OH!" She turned away. "Gnomes," she muttered. "I'll set gnomes on him."

"He'll just adopt gnomes," Rose said, standing up.

Lily jumped. "Rosie! I thought you went to Diagon with Mum and... your mum."

"I didn't want to watch Hugo complain about getting his robes, and I think your mum was just picking up a new cauldron for James. I think she just went along to spend some time with my mum." She shrugged. "Hugo was actually playing sick the day you went. He's afraid of being stuck with pins."

"Really?" Lily snickered. "If he ends up in Gryffindor, I'm telling everyone that."

"No, you're not. That's family business." Rose reached her. "What did they do to you, anyway?"

"They poured a bottle of Wrackspurts on me."

"There's really no such thing as a Wrackspurt," Rose said.

"You haven't been shopping at Uncle George's lately. He's selling them by the bottle. He must have invented some."

"It's a joke, Lil. The bottles are empty. They just make a buzzing noise when you open them."

She went as red as her hair. "Oh! Oh, I'm really going to kill them. Does Luna have any other pretend animals that I can set on them?"

"Well, we could Floo over and ask her. I think she's at her father's."

"Let's just walk."

"It's a long walk."

Lily shrugged. "We don't actually have to get there. I just have to get away from my brothers before I kill them, because I think it would annoy Mum if she got back and they were dead."

"That's quite possible," Rose said. She led them out of the garden, not really toward Xeno Lovegood's place, just up toward the orchard.

"Do you like Ravenclaw? I'd rather not be with my brothers."

"I like Ravenclaw. It would drive you crazy in about two seconds."

"Why?"

"They always have a quiet study period at night, and the prefects will dock points if you disturb it."

Lily made a face. "Does Scops like Hufflepuff?"

"He's resigned himself to it."

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"No."

"Who is?"

"I don't have one, Lil. I'm only thirteen."

"I want a boyfriend. I think it would be grand."

"I should probably warn you that, at your age, your brothers are typical examples of the species."

Lily looked crestfallen. "Really? I thought they were just particularly stupid. Scops was much nicer to me."

"You only met him for ten minutes when the Malfoys showed up at Gudgeons'. I promise, at school, he's as stupid and silly as James, and--I hate to admit it--worse than Al."

"Oh. No wonder he's not your boyfriend."
shake_n_shimmy From: shake_n_shimmy Date: September 23rd, 2007 12:27 am (UTC) (Link)
Ooh I can't resist. Umm. Victorie dealing with James :]
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 05:22 am (UTC) (Link)
Victoire stayed carefully near the door of her dormitory--luckily, her bed was closest to it--so as not to make things look suspicious on the Marauder's Map, which she was sure James would be carefully watching. She would just appear to be getting ready for bed. No threat there.

Meanwhile, she'd left one Extendable Ear in the boys' staircase, and another in the Common Room, hidden in the giant leaves of the plant around the fireplace. She wasn't really paying attention to anything anyone was saying--she didn't care. She just wanted to know when the Common Room was empty and the pitter-patter of second-year feet started down.

It took a long time, because everyone was catching up from the summer. Victoire heard her sister Marie kissing her boyfriend, a sixth year Chaser named Gordon Edwards, and tuned it out. Marie had him wrapped around her finger, which made it all rather dull. Finally, the conversations ceased. She could hear boys thundering up to their dormitories, then finally, it was silent.

She waited, leaning close to her door, listening only to the Ear in the other stairwell now. A single click of an opening door, a few footsteps out onto the stone. The sound stopped. Victoire frowned, then realized--Al must have been invited to join them. He'd be waiting the floor below James's dormitory.

Sure enough, a second later, another door opened, and more footsteps sounded. "Welcome to Marauding," James whispered. "This is Bear and Claws and Snout."

"What are you?" Al asked.

"Prongs, of course. We're always Prongs. Well, the oldest anyway. You shall have to be something else." He stopped and seemed to think. "You're named after Dumbledore and he would have been a phoenix, so we shall call you Flames."

"Wow, thanks."

Victoire rolled her eyes. She and Teddy had managed to use the Map without silly code names for five years (though Teddy had one, Wings, and had worked it into the Map--it popped up now to welcome in the newly bound), but James, of course, would never have found that satisfactory. She waited until she heard the Map folded and put away, then slipped through her own door, down the stairs, and into the shadows of the Common Room.

They appeared at their exit, and scooted across toward the portrait hole, giggling (or whatever the boy-word for giggling was). She twitched her wand, and all of the torches went on.

"James!" she said loudly.

He blanched. "What're you...?"

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something? Oh, is that Al with you? What are you doing?"

"I..."

"I hope it's not anything important. I wouldn't want to interrupt anything important. Or secret. Or personal."

Al laughed. The others looked confused, which was fine with Victoire.

"Could we go?" James asked.

"But it's night! Did you know it's night, and past curfew? I think I should go straight over to someone and tell all about it."

"You wouldn't!"

"That's true. Maybe I'll just stand here gaping with my mouth open. I'm sorry--were you in the middle of something?"

James went completely red. Even his hair, normally an unremarkable shade of brown, seemed to reflect his red face. "I'm sorry, all right?"

Victoire measured the situation. James had interrupted her goodbye with Teddy this morning for about a minute; she thought she'd held him up about the same amount of time. "All right," she said, and headed back to the girls' stairs. She looked over her shoulder. "And James? Watch for Extendable Ears. Rookie mistake." She winked.

James winked back, then he and Al and the others disappeared through the portrait hole.
mistralcat From: mistralcat Date: September 23rd, 2007 12:36 am (UTC) (Link)
Something with Rose and Hogwarts, A History, please!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 05:44 am (UTC) (Link)
The best thing about the deluxe edition of Hogwarts, A History: The Revised and Expanded Edition, in Rose's opinion, was that a Muggle-born who'd grown up using computers had created a keyword search spell, which carefully marked and highlighted it every time a word appeared in the book. It made assignments from Binns much quicker and easier, at least when they had anything to do with Hogwarts. Even when they didn't, she could search the footnotes for the right pages of books that were referenced--for instance, a mention of Urg the Ugly led her to page 73 of Binns's own book on the goblin wars. She certainly wouldn't have found Urg on her own.

Al and Artie hadn't quite figured this trick out yet, possibly because, despite her frequent offers to loan them her book for assignments, they'd steadfastly refused to believe that it was at all useful, so they were currently buried in piles of dusty leatherbound tomes with no indices, trying desperately to find goblins mentioned in passing, while she was stretched out, luxuriously catching up on Witch Weekly, Junior Edition's tips for the savvy teenager trying to make an impression. She thought the first order of business would have to be getting her hair under control. Everyone seemed to agree that messy hair would hold a person back. Those people had apparently not seen Mum at the end of the day. Or, for that matter, Uncle Harry. But then, Rose didn't have a war going on to prove herself in before finishing school, so she supposed she'd have to worry about her hair.

"You're already finished?" her cousin Aimee asked, dropping down into the chair beside her. "Or are you just wasting time?"

"Oh, I'm finished."

"Of course. You always finish." She shook her head. "I got bogged down in Binns's assignments all year last year. What's your secret?"

"Hogwarts, A History."

"No, really?"

Rose shook her head. "I've invented a way to make Muggle technology work in my dormitory, and used a computer to hook up to the enternit, and it has all of the answers."

"The enternit?"

"Yes. I don't know where it comes from. Perhaps because you enter it and it gives you every little nit you need, or something."

"Oh. All right."

"You know I'm making that up, don't you? It really is Hogwarts, A History."

Aimee looked at her like she was quite mad, then shrugged and said, "Well, whatever it really is, as long as you're done, I'm headed down to Hagrid's for tea. Care to come along?"

Rose agreed happily, and waved to her cousins, still buried under their books, as she left the library.
From: sleepingfingers Date: September 23rd, 2007 12:40 am (UTC) (Link)
*needs to catch up on TL&TFG now that the first round of exams is finally over*

Something with Scorpius and Rose, please? Or with Teddy and James. Either one would be lovely. :)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 06:09 am (UTC) (Link)
I don't "know" Scorpius and Rose (or really think they'll have all that much to do with each other, beyond a non-adversarial and reasonably decent acquaintanceship), so I think I'll stick with Teddy and James. A bit older, though.


Teddy caught sight of James pushing Orry on the rope swing. Orry was laughing brightly, his little arms wrapped tightly around the rope, ankles crossed around the knot. Teddy had safety bonded the swing when Mira got big enough for it, but it was Orry who really seemed to love it, as Victoire had loved the one at Shell Cottage when she was a girl. He circled around in the sky, catching a glimpse of Victoire, Mira, and baby Sirius in the greenhouse. Victoire pointed to him and Mira ran to the window and waved. Teddy dove and did a spin for her, then flew on to James and Orry.

He landed and transformed. "When did you get here?" he asked.

"An hour ago," he said. "I wanted to talk to you about something. Orry wanted to play. Hope you don't mind."

"No, it's fine." Teddy held out his arms, and Orry happily jumped down from the swing and ran to him.

"Daddy!"

"Yes, Daddy's back." He scooped Orry up and carried him to the bench beside the small stone monument he'd set up over a mahogany box he'd buried when he'd got here. The first stone had been taken from Hogwarts, and had the letters "MWPP" carved into it. Above it, Teddy had set a simple, plain obelisk with the word "Unforgotten" carved onto it, and each of the Marauders' real names and nicknames on it, one carved at the bottom of each face. James paused here, touched the obelisk, then sat down beside Teddy.

"I don't know how many children you and Victoire mean to have," he said.

"That's an unusual and inappropriately personal conversational gambit."

James shook his head rapidly. "No, no. It's not that I want to know. I really don't. All I mean, is no matter how many... well, I think Victoire will probably get tired before you fill a whole island."

"Well, yes, I imagine so."

"And I was wondering... well, come July, I'm finished with school. I'm going to try for a place in the Auror division--I don't know if I'll make it, I know Dad will make it hard so that no one thinks I've got it easy, but I'm going to try. And if I make it, I'll be spending all day at work with Dad, and I don't really want to go home and spend family time with him, too. We'll kill each other if I try that during training."

"So you're planning to move out."

He nodded. "Could I live in the little house?" he asked, nodded toward the rise, beyond which was the out-of-repair shack where Dad and Sirius had stayed when Sirius was on the run. "I know that it's, you know... theirs. But I wouldn't... well, I'd probably mess it up, but I wouldn't turn it into some weird thing they wouldn't recognize." He smiled sheepishly. "I was going to go into a whole speech about how I am James Potter, and you did name it Marauder's Roost after all, but I don't feel like joking here." He looked at the obelisk.

"Oh, they like it when you joke. It amuses them."

"You're not just guessing, are you?"

"No, but I can't speak to the subject any further."

James laughed. "Being an Unspeakable makes you really hard to talk to sometimes."

"Or easy, if you don't want to be interrupted."

"Can I stay in the house?"

"Of course you can," Teddy said. "And joke or not, you're right. As far as I'm concerned, you're part of them, too. If we can get some Blacks in the picture, we could get a regular village going on."

"That might be difficult."

"Difficult," Teddy said. "Not necessarily impossible."

James looked at him skeptically. "Is this one of those jokes that amuses them?"

"Not especially," Teddy said, but declined to discuss the subject further. He had a notion of what he meant to do about the Black family, but he seemed to be the only one with any enthusiasm about it. "But that's for another time. Meanwhile, if you want to live in the shack, may I suggest we get some work done on it over the summer? It's freezing cold in the winter..."
allie_meril From: allie_meril Date: September 23rd, 2007 12:42 am (UTC) (Link)
Excerpt, please! :D Anything mentioning Andromeda herself would be lovely.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 01:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
From "A Thread of Madness"

While I have no interest in absolving Bellatrix of any of her crimes--one of which was the murder of my daughter--she is, perhaps, the clearest example of the madness which seems to have surfaced every few generations. That it merged, in Bella's case, with genuine and freely chosen evil (not for Bella were comfortable self-delusions about acting "for the greater good"; she was quite aware of the moral dimension of her choice) doesn't make it less a madness.

As long as I can remember, Bellatrix believed herself beyond the reach of mere punishment. If she happened to be caught doing something she oughtn't--for instance, grabbing me by the wrist and burning my fingers against a cauldron, as she did when she was eight--she would accept whatever chastisement our parents offered her with great indulgence, as if she was allowing them to believe they were doing something. She took spankings, Silence Hexes, and days of difficult chores with perfect equanimity, and they changed her behavior not an iota. She would come back to the girls' parlor (what Mum always called our play room), wrist still red hot from where it had been held while she was spanked, and proceed to torment Narcissa with stories of the bogeymen from her nightmares, or to, with no prompting at all, pick up a handful of gobstones and start rubbing them in my face until a few exploded, leaving my eyes watering. Cissy and I might have taken her on together at the time, and sometimes did so, but Bella was a force of nature in our house. Our protests were about as useful as a mild umbrella charm in the middle of a monsoon. Most of the time, we didn't bother.

Our parents were at their wits' end with her by the time she went away to school; anything further they might have done to her would have crossed the line from parenting into their own form of sadism. While neither of them was a moral exemplar of the highest order, and neither was known for particular kindness among their peers, there were lines they wouldn't cross, and punishments for Bella any more severe than those she'd already ignored would have been criminal. I suppose Muggle-borns reading this tale might think that psychiatry would have had the answer--drugging her senseless, locking her in a hospital ward, any number of other charming treatments. But Bellatrix was a sociopath, and I've educated myself about the condition enough to know that even those who study it for their entire lives have no idea who to truly cure it.

For my parents, I think Bella's embrace of Voldemort must have seemed like a godsend. They certainly had no objections to his beliefs about pure-bloods, and their troublesome, embarrassing eldest daughter had found a place to channel her energies. She ceased her attacks on Cissy and on me, as we were as pure-blooded as she was, and those attacks wouldn't resume in my case until I married Ted Tonks. In Cissy's case, they never did, though their sisterhood was never a great comfort to her. She occupied herself with reading and making speeches to our cousins, and even doted, quite kindly, on little Regulus. (She always considered Sirius, who never lacked for courage, even as a small boy, no more than an irritating thorn in her side who ought to be displaced by his more compliant brother, so he never rated such treatment.) She sought respectability, in order to further her obnoxious new cause and impress Voldemort with her coolness and cunning, and because of this, her outward, typical behavior improved exponentially when she came into Voldemort's sphere. Yes, all in all, I think my parents were ready to kiss Voldemort's feet for solving the troublesome problem of Bellatrix for them.

When she started committing murders on his behalf, there is no way to know, but I'm quite sure she did so with enthusiastic good cheer...
kinderjedi From: kinderjedi Date: September 23rd, 2007 12:43 am (UTC) (Link)
Hmm. Perhaps a future snippet with Teddy and Victoire (after Marauders' Roost)?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 03:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
Victoire woke up alone, just as the early June dawn started to light the windows in the ceiling above her. She turned over and looked out at the flat balcony that Teddy took off from for his morning flights, and wasn't surprised to see him leaning on the parapet, looking out over the island.

She pulled on a wrap and went out to join him.

"Did I wake you?" he asked when she was a few steps away. "I'm sorry."

"The sun woke me," Victoire said. She slipped comfortably into the circle of his offered arm. "You didn't sleep, did you?"

"Not much, no." He grinned. "Not for your lack of effort in tiring me out."

"I do what I can," she said demurely, and slid her arms around his waist. "What is it, love? All of the grandchildren seemed to be doing quite well. Did one of them tell you something you didn't like?"

"No, nothing like that."

"What, then?"

"I'm not actually sad," he said. "Just wondering how all of this happened." He raised his arm and indicated the island. A road now ran down from the big house to the little one, and from there, a patchwork network of stone paths ran from house to house. James and Cora Potter lived in the shack--now much more respectable than it had once been--and he wrote his stories there while she continued to serve as an Auror. Their son Charlus had bought a piece of land from Teddy, and built his own cottage. While Orry himself had chosen to live in London, his son John had returned to the Roost and built a house overlooking the western sea. Fred Weasley had chosen a bit of land with ancient standing stones, and his daughter Gwen--somewhat disturbingly to Victoire--had recently got engaged to Mira's son, Keith Dursley. Mira and her husband Vern had wanted a place out of sight of the main house, and had taken the first piece of land, near the landing cove. Keith and Gwen had their eyes on a rise on the east side, but hadn't made up their mind yet. Sirius had taken a place on the north side of the island, and lived there alone (usually). The twins had moved to Hogsmeade, but Appoline's son, Michael Macmillan, had come back.

In all, Marauder's Roost had a population edging toward one hundred souls. It would certainly pass that in the next year or two. There were nervous jokes about it becoming a second all-wizarding village, though nearly everyone here just thought of it as an extended family that all just happened to live together. Keith, who'd chosen the Muggle field of anthropology rather than a wizarding career, said that the population here resembled a tribe more than a village.

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sonetka From: sonetka Date: September 23rd, 2007 12:49 am (UTC) (Link)
Something with little Fred Weasley? (If he's anything like his namesake, he's probably wigging his Muggle relatives right out :)).
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 04:19 pm (UTC) (Link)
It wasn't fair, Fred often thought, that his father was an inventor.

Other half-bloods got to cause a great deal of trouble with accidental magic and slips of the tongue around distant cousins--or used to--but not anymore. No, just once, he'd accidentally turned his cousin Jack purple, and the next thing he knew, Dad was in the shop basement, inventing a way to prevent accidental magic in Muggle areas. It was one of the best selling items at Weasleys', and now Fred was reduced to trying to balance a bucket of sparkly pink confetti on top of Jack's door to get him back for putting glue on Fred's chair at lunch on Christmas.

Most unfair.

Now, Dad was working on a kinder, gentler Tongue Tying Curse to keep magical knowledge from accidentally slipping out. Mum thought all the Secrecy a bit silly, but after her brother, Uncle Clive, had wanted Dad to multiply all of his money, she understood. Uncle Clive had been Obliviated. And now Fred couldn't even count on Mum to roll her eyes at cruel measures meant to keep him from accidentally doing magic.

He teetered on the top of a stepladder, the bucket held tightly by its handle, its short rope hitting his wrist. If it worked like it did in the film he'd seen, when Jack opened the door, he'd have confetti poured all over him, and Fred thought that the glitter would make it sticky enough that he wouldn't be able to get rid of it very fast. He'd just needed to open the door slightly, so there'd be enough of a platform to balance the bottom of the bucket on.

Carefully, he reached out, holding the top rung of the ladder tightly, and slid the bucket onto the narrow ledge. It tipped alarmingly, but didn't fall. He righted it.

Now the hard part--the rope. It wouldn't do any good if the whole bucket fell. That would actually hurt Jack, and put everyone on his side. Fred would have to make sure it just fell partway and dangled. There was a a curlicue wood design on the doorframe, and he thought it would do well enough, but he'd have to reach far over to the side to tie it off.

Slowly, he leaned over, feeling the harsh stretch in his side, but it wasn't enough. Grumbling, he let go of the rope and climbed down, trying to avoid jostling the door in any way. He moved the ladder over to the edge of the door, and climbed back up, reaching gingerly for the rope, which seemed quite far away. Still, he got it. He threaded it through the decorative woodwork at the top of the door and tied it off. Perfect.

He climbed down the ladder and closed it, setting it of to one side so he could admire his handiwork. It was a perfect Muggle prank, and ought to work exactly as it had in the films.

"Fred!" Mum called from downstairs. "Supper's ready!"

Fred smiled gleefully. He'd go down and have supper, and Jack would come up afterward, and open his door and--

He stopped, frowning.

Open the door.

He looked up at his carefully balanced bucket and groaned.
ladylothwen From: ladylothwen Date: September 23rd, 2007 12:51 am (UTC) (Link)
Oo... I love when you have these they're so much fun.

Hemm lets see here....

I would love something between the trio, they have such a great friendship and I would love to see it in their older years. Or maybe Charlie --- one can never have enough Charlie ;)

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 04:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
"I can't believe we've snuck into Hogwarts to go the girls' bathroom," Ron said. "We didn't do this at ten years or twenty years or thirty years. Why is forty so special?"

"None of our children or godchildren left in school to catch us at it," Harry said. "And no grandchildren here yet. I think we'll be missing fifty and sixty."

Hermione raised her eyebrows. "If we're still meeting in the girls' bathroom when I'm seventy-two years old, I think we need help. Fifty-two is quite enough for this silliness."

"Oh, but Ron and I are still fifty-one, so we're fine."

Ron smiled. "And I suppose we didn't exactly sneak into Hogwarts. Being guests of the Headmaster at the Halloween Feast isn't very subtle."

"No," Hermione said, "we just snuck into the girls' bathroom. To drink."

Ron laughed. "Ten points from Gryffindor, Hermione. Really."

Harry rummaged around in his bag and brought out a bottle of Old Ogden's, turning the label to them. "Mind the date. It took quite a while to track this down."

It was, of course, October, 1991.

"And," Harry said, rummaging further, "the real coup. I talked to Winky in the kitchens, and, while I can't say for certain that these are exactly the right glasses, they were in use at the Christmas feast in 1992, and we have touched them."

"Oh, brilliant," Ron said. "But it best not taste like Crabbe, Goyle, or Millicent Bulstrode's cat."

Harry nodded. "They're thoroughly cleaned."

He Conjured a table and set the three glasses down on it, then filled each halfway with warm amber Firewhiskey. Blue flames leapt about the surface.

They each picked one up.

"To forty strange years," Harry said. "And forty more to come."

Ron and Hermione raised their cups in return and drank. Hermione shook her head sharply at the strong drink, blinking her watering eyes.

They waited for the memories pulled up by the Firewhiskey to pass, then Ron raised his glass. "To the best mates a man ever had."

"Or a woman," Hermione added as they all drank to this.

They stood quietly around the table, looking at the dismal bathroom, not much changed since its repairs following the troll attack on that long ago Halloween. It had always seemed small; time hadn't changed their perception of it at all.

"Well," Hermione said, "I really think we owe the last toast to someone without whom we'd have never become friends, to whom we owe the defeat of Voldemort, and the births of all of our children and grandchildren. Really, without him, the entire course of wizarding history would be different." She raised her glass. "To Professor Quirrell's mountain troll, may his club be ever raised."

Ron and Harry laughed, raised their glasses, and said, "Cheers."

Outside, a third year girl shifted uneasily from foot to foot, wondering if she should wait for whatever strange men were in the girls' bathroom to finish their business, but in the end, she decided the matter was pressing enough to run upstairs to Myrtle's toilet instead.
rainingtulips From: rainingtulips Date: September 23rd, 2007 01:12 am (UTC) (Link)
Ooh! I love it when you do challenge calls.

Could you do something with Teddy and Victoire post-Hogwarts (for both) or perhaps even Honoria/Corky?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 06:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hmm, well I did some T/V, so I'll give a shot to Honoria/Corky.


They did mean to put the week's issue of the Charmer to bed before curfew. Since Honoria had clawed her way back onto the paper's staff, then back to editor-in-chief in her fifth year, she'd been diligent about making sure it was always on time. It had become a Wednesday morning tradition, and people waited for it to appear with their breakfasts. Roger Young's column on all things Muggle had even been collected up in scrapbooks to use in Muggle Studies classes for the last two years, and the Daily Prophet wanted to pick up Franklin Driscoll's comic strip, Hoggy Warty, which cast most of the school as animals, and had started out as a joke, but now really did a lot of commentary. Parents subscribed. The Charmer was a pretty big deal, with a staff of twenty, and Corky's fact-checking job was as important as Honoria's layout work, and of course, her editorial, this week on the abysmal state of textbook selection in History of Magic. Corky knew that she eventually meant to go after Binns's position altogether, as she considered it inappropriate for him to have, essentially, a job for all eternity, when there were better history teachers out there, but she was approaching the subject slowly and subtly, getting all sorts of pinpricks in before the final attack... which she meant to make after she'd taken her N.E.W.T.s.

They really meant to finish the edition.

Unfortunately, Honoria had gotten a spot of ink on her nose around seven-thirty, while she was inveighing fiercely against the out-of-date reading lists, and--though Corky found the look wildly attractive--he'd thought she might like to know it was there. She'd dabbed at the wrong side of her nose with cloth, then missed it with another swipe, then caught it and smeared it over her cheek.

"Here," Corky said, taking the cloth, meaning to wipe her face then go back to double-checking Patty Haddad's weekly column, "Patty's Potions," to make sure her Lightening Libation would actually dye hair, rather than make it burst into a net of live electricity. It was important work, so he definitely shouldn't have spent the next fifteen minutes kissing Honoria, not that there weren't even better reasons not to kiss Honoria, not the least of which was that no one liked her, least of all Corky (except when he was dreaming about what her pretty hair might look like spread out on his pillow--a crush which he would admit to precisely no one--and he was definitely not dreaming right now) and she was still a gossipy pill who couldn't keep her nose out of other people's business.

But it was a very cute nose, he thought when he finally broke the kiss, and the thought was too much, he had to kiss her intrusively adorable nose, and then her earlobes had looked tempting, and she'd been exploring his hair like he had an exclusive interview with Kingsley Shacklebolt hidden somewhere in the curls. Her fingers were surprisingly strong.

at_upton From: at_upton Date: September 23rd, 2007 01:24 am (UTC) (Link)
Perhaps Victoire on the train back after "Marauders' Roost"? Or James dealing with Teddy's sense of orphanhood? I imagine he'd have a hard time understanding how HIS Teddy can feel a lack of... family-hood.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 23rd, 2007 07:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
James had never spent Christmas away from home before. Everyone always came to his house, and that seemed like the proper way. There were decorations and songs, and presents and toys, and sharing his room with visitors.

He'd never been the visitor.

It wasn't even at the Burrow. It was at Teddy's grandmother's house, and it wasn't anything like Christmas at all. Everyone who was coming was there all day. No one came and went in the afternoon. He hadn't got see Dean Thomas, who always drew a new picture for his bedroom door (this past year, it had shown him fighting a dragon), and one for Al's, and now one for Lily's (hers was very silly and involved a unicorn, but she'd asked for it, so that wasn't Dean's fault). On the plus side, Luna and Rolf and Dudley stayed all day, and Dudley was teaching Teddy to box, and let James watch. He expected this activity to be stopped any time, as no one liked them fighting, but it was being taken very seriously instead.

"Remember," Dudley said, "if a bloke's bigger than you are, you've got to be faster. I had a lot of boxers pound me because they moved better than I did. 'Course, you might have to worry about someone doing something that's not exactly in the rules. If someone grabs for your arm, you can't let him get it, no matter what..."

James watched this for a very long time, wondering exactly when Teddy was going to be in a boxing match. It didn't really seem Teddy's sort of thing. After a while, Al and Artie pulled him away, wanting to play at Aurors and Death Eaters, and they got a good game going. Aimee joined them, and got Rose and Marie along, and of course that meant that Lily had to toddle over and join them, which further meant that Hugo had to join the boys, and by then, they didn't really know who the Death Eaters were meant to be, so they made it boy Aurors versus girl Aurors. Unfortunately, before, Teddy's grandmother stormed out and said that she didn't need to watch them all pretending to kill one another on Christmas Day. The girls suggested that they all treasure hunt instead, but as Aimee had decided she was in charge of it, James opted out.

He wandered back out into Andromeda Tonks's garden. To his surprise, Dudley's lesson seemed to be over, but Teddy still hadn't gone back in to join everyone. He was sitting on a bench in the shadows.

"Teddy!" James said, and ran over.

Teddy turned away. "I'll be in soon, James."

James frowned, then tried again. "Aimee's having a treasure hunt."

"I'll be in."

Teddy still hadn't looked up, so James went around him, and was very surprised to see that Teddy's eyes were red and his cheeks were wet, like he'd been crying. "Are you sad?" James asked, not able to think of any other explanation, though he couldn't think why Teddy would be sad on Christmas.

"Yes. Go away, James."

James didn't really want to go away. When he was sad, Al and Lily teased him or tickled him until he felt better. Teddy didn't look like he ought to be tickled, though. Instead, James squirmed in to sit in the small space between Teddy and the wall. Teddy--who really didn't seem very worried about being left alone--hugged him fiercely, then shoved him gently away and said, "Go back inside to your family. I'll stay out here with mine."

This was a very strange thing to say, in James's opinion, as Teddy was by himself in the garden, so he just ignored it and said, "You should come in as well. If you don't want to play at the treasure hunt, you said you'd teach me Tarot poker! I even brought cards."

Teddy blinked at him owlishly. "Tarot poker?"

"You said. You promised, in your letter. You said your father and my grandfather played it and you promised to teach me." James tried to look stern.

"I did..."

"Yes!"

Teddy smiled weakly, and James thought he looked very sick. He said, "I'll never be able to teach my own brother."

James felt his eyes go hot, but he wouldn't cry. Crying was for babies. "I'll be as good as your brother, I promise!"

Suddenly, Teddy seemed to wake up, and his face went white. "I'm sorry, James! Oh, you didn't need that." He stood up and wiped at his eyes, then hooked his arm around James's neck. "Come on," he said. "The rules are very simple, really..."
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kizmet_42 From: kizmet_42 Date: September 23rd, 2007 01:29 am (UTC) (Link)
Charlie and Luna. If there's a kiss involved, so much the better.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 24th, 2007 12:13 am (UTC) (Link)
Pushing a very pretty girl (albeit one who was pretty in her own unique way) out of his arms wasn't something Charlie had a lot of practice at. Luna wasn't easy to dislodge, and only half-wanting to dislodge her didn't help matters.

Gently, he put his hands around her wrists and prised them from his shoulders, then took a step back and said, "No, Luna."

She sat down miserably. "But we get along capitally, and you like my little beasties and aren't off to settle in at Hogwarts any time soon."

"I like my little beasties," Charlie said. "Which are here, and you wouldn't like being stuck on the preserve any better than you liked the idea of being stuck at Hogwarts, once you get used to it. It's no bigger, and you'll run out of new animals very soon."

"I should have stayed with Neville," Luna said. "I never should have left. I can't want to do this forever. And sooner or later, I'll need to go back to England to take care of--" But she stopped. Charlie didn't push it. Luna was starting to come around to the idea that her beloved father might not be entirely able to take care of himself, but if anyone else confirmed it too soon, she'd fight it. She blinked her large eyes and went on. "What I mean is, I can't very well just travel forever, can I?"

"Someday you might want to settle down," Charlie said. "But not now."

"Who would want to be in this sort of life?"

"I don't know," Charlie said. "But I'm personally not interested in keeping you occupied until you're ready to move on from Neville Longbottom. I suppose it's hopelessly old-fashioned."

She looked ready to argue--which on Luna always came out looking like she'd entered a particularly deep trance, through which the spirits would communicate her disapproval--but finally took a deep breath and said. "I suppose I understand."

"Good. Now, what's this I hear about my baby sister starting to contribute to the family?"

"I only heard just before I left. It's very exciting. You should see Harry and Ginny. They're very happy."

"I'll bet they are. Of course, this does mean another round of Mum pestering me, so you'd better move on to your next port before I get crazy and change my mind just to quiet her down."

"Why haven't you got married?"

"I'm still looking for a girl who smells like dragon scales."

"Oh," Luna said, "the dragon scale does have a lot of power, but I've never heard of it being used in a love potion."

"I meant it metaphorically. You know--a girl who lives around them."

Luna nodded uncertainly. "Well, I suppose, if you don't mind, I'd really like to see the Swedish Short-Snout you mentioned. I'm doing an article for The Quibbler."

"Sounds like smashing idea," Charlie said, relieved to be going out in public. He opened the door for her and let her out.

It was a warm day in late autumn, and mountains were burning with color. Charlie didn't want to admit it, but he really didn't think he meant to leave the Carpathians. They'd got into his blood somehow. He led Luna through the compound where the dragon keepers lived and out into the wide valley that was the core of the preserve. Dragons swooped to and fro, and Norberta rushed toward them, doing a spectacular loop in the sky just to entertain them. Charlie reached into the barrel of meat and tossed her a piece. She snatched it out of the air and flew for her nest.

"The paddock is this way," he said. "The Short-Snout's been under the weather lately, so our magizoologists have been keeping an eye on him." She followed him under the pine boughs that arched over the path into the clearing where the stone paddock had been built. He could hear the snoring of the sleeping dragons already as he let her in.

Vlad was bent over the Short-Snout's toe, clipping his claws. Beyond him, a youngish man with blond hair was studying the scales.

"Vlad," Charlie said, "this is Luna Lovegood, who lives right near my home. She's come to see our friend."

"Velcome," Vlad said. He nodded at the other man. "Ve haff many visitors today. This is Rolf..." He looked up helplessly.

The man called Rolf smiled pleasantly and when he answered, his accent was strange to Charlie, but recognizably English. "Rolf Scamander," he said, holding out his hand. "It's nice to meet you."
shiiki From: shiiki Date: September 23rd, 2007 01:30 am (UTC) (Link)
Yay! I wanted to ask about Ruthless and Teddy like jadeddiva, but since you've already done that (and excellently, I would add! So very cute and awkward and funny and perfect for the two of them :D)

How about Andromeda interacting with Draco and maybe Scorpius? Any time frame of your choice.

Thanks!

(And I don't think a daily obsession with writing is weird. I bet you do great with NanoWriMo!)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 24th, 2007 01:55 am (UTC) (Link)
Andromeda had no trouble finding Draco and his son in the waiting room. Aside from both looking quite a lot like Lucius (except that Draco's sharp, Black cheekbones hadn't faded at all with age), they were easy to spot because most of the other patients had turned conspicuously away from them, leaving them alone in the middle of the crowd. Draco was watching all of this with studied coolness. His son--who was currently sporting great spikes up and down his back and a dragon's claws where his hands ought to be--looked bewildered. As Andromeda came toward them, she saw him toddle uncertainly toward another waiting child, whose smiled encouragingly only to be scooped up by her mother and taken away. Draco's son couldn't sit down because of the spikes, so he fell forward onto his face and started to cry. Draco leaned forward and helped him, speaking quietly to him for a moment. The boy stopped crying and put his head on his father's knee.

Andromeda cleared her throat. "I can see you in the examining room," she said.

Draco nodded curtly. They hadn't spoken since the day he'd asked--for some unspecified reason that Andromeda hadn't trusted at all--if he might babysit for Teddy someday, and Andromeda's own response had been somewhat caustic, but now he was a patient, and she would see to him. "This is my son, Scorpius," he said.

Andromeda couldn't help smiling. "Scorpius, is it?"

"I've heard quite enough commentary on the subject."

"I'll bet you have." Andromeda opened the door to the examining room and led them in, lifting Scorpius up onto the table and flicking her wand at the door to shut it. "Personally, I think it's a fine name. Then again, my name is Andromeda," she said, smiling as brightly as she could at Scorpius.

Scorpius giggled. He had bright gray eyes, and--blond hair aside--reminded Andromeda achingly of Sirius and Regulus when they'd been this size. "Dah-med," he said.

"That's right." She turned him around and started inspecting the spines. "And what were we doing when we turned into a Hungarian Horntail?"

Draco blushed. "We were, er, reading book. And--"

"Playing along, were we?" Andromeda raised her eyebrows.

"Er... yes."

It was such a deeply normal answer that Andromeda found herself laughing. She even knew the book--Scorpius wasn't the first child to come in after playing at being Henry the Horntail, who had many exciting adventures rescuing his dragon friends from horrible fates. Teddy had loved the books when he was smaller as well, though he'd outgrown them a couple of years ago (or so he claimed). Children had spouted spines, claws, and wings, and in one memorable instance, started breathing fire.

"Come on," she said, "let's see if we can't get these nasty spines away so you can sit on Daddy's lap and read again. Won't that be nice?"

Scorpius gave her an enthusiastic nod, and she started a series of reversal spells that made the spines shrink quickly. Once that was done, the only thing left was to trim them like toenails. Draco offered to help with this somewhat tedious chore, and she was happy to let him. Once it was done, Scorpius seemed much smaller. He held out his hands.

"Well," she said, "this is a bit harder, but I've got just the thing for it." She went to a cupboard and rummaged for a Restoration Remedy. There was one that Ernie Macmillan had designed for children that had a sweet cherry flavor, and she poured some of it into a goblet and handed it to Scorpius. "Drink it down, and your hands should come back just right."

He drank it.

Draco nodded. "Thank you, Aunt Andromeda."

It was the first time he'd ever used her familial title--the first time she'd ever heard it from anyone--and it felt oddly satisfying. "You're welcome, Draco."

"How's, er... Teddy?"

"He's fine. Getting ready for Hogwarts soon."

"I imagine he'll do well. Er... Lupin was quite smart as I recall and I'm sure Nymphadora was as well."

"Yes."

"So, he'll do well. I'm sure."

"Thank you."

Between them, Scorpius's hands were fading back to their natural state, and he laughed excitedly when they were back entirely. "Daddy! Hands!"

"Very good," Draco said. He nodded stiffly to Andromeda and left.
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From: (Anonymous) Date: September 23rd, 2007 01:49 am (UTC) (Link)
I was going to ask for something with Scorpius interacting with one of the Potter/Weasley clan or (since several have already asked for Scorpius related drabbles) perhaps we might get a look at what happened when Greyback went after Teddy (as alluded to in Marauder's Roost)? I've been really curious about that. I'm glad you still want to write everyday because I'm definitely still in the habit of checking your lj everyday. Thanks so much!
--Nicole
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 24th, 2007 02:45 am (UTC) (Link)
Hmm, I mean to eventually get to that year, but I've already done one--the Christmas one for at_upton takes place that year--so I could do another.


Is yor blod the same? I ramembir the tast.

Teddy thrust the misspelled letter away from himself, startling the filthy owl that had brought it and spilling his orange juice.

He'd thought when he opened it that the letter was from James--the clumsy, large letters spelling "Teddy Lupin" looked like they'd been made by a small child, but then he doubted the man who'd decided to contact him had ever had much use for practicing his penmanship.

"Ew!" Victoire Weasley, across the table, had let her eyes wander to the letter he'd inadvertently shoved in her direction. "That's disgusting!"

Teddy, trying to keep his hand from shaking, picked it up again and moved it back to his side of the table. "Sorry," he said. "Didn't mean to throw it at you."

"Is that from--?" She raised her eyebrows. They'd both been told, in no uncertain terms, about the werewolf Fenrir Greyback, as soon as a remnant of his pack had torn him free from Azkaban last month, turning two guards and killing a prisoner in the process. At first, Teddy hadn't thought much of it--his notion of werewolves was mainly shaped by the colony in France, and by Vivian Waters, who had mysteriously appeared at the school this year, in the previously unknown post of "Assistant to the Keeper of Keys and Grounds." But the night before he'd boarded the Hogwarts Express, Granny had found three eviscerated rabbits in the front garden, and the next thing Teddy knew, protections had gone up around her house, and Aurors were actually stationed in Hogwarts. Uncle Harry himself was up here on guard duty several times a week, which had given him cover to start working on the Patronus Charm with Teddy, but the lessons were spent on watch, and combined with a very intense worry.

Dad and Mum had apparently taken all of the children in Greyback's pack away from him one year.

The Aurors were convinced that his plan was to take their child in revenge.

He'd tried to check out books about him, but they'd all been checked out by other people. Finally, he'd gone to Vivian, and learned more than he ever wanted to know about what had happened during the year Dad had spent in Greyback's pack, the year that had ended with the children freed, and Bill Weasley's face mauled in battle. Bill had also helped, and Victoire had been duly warned to keep a look-out.

"You have to tell," she said. "If that's from... him... you have to tell!"

"I know," Teddy hissed.

"Tell what?" Ruthless asked, looking up with a dangerous sort of mildness from her Transfiguration homework.

Teddy tipped the letter in her direction.

She narrowed her eyes at it. "Are the Aurors here yet? Where's your godfather? Are you going to write back? They could track the owl."

"I doubt it's that easy," Teddy said.

"What's not?" Professor Longbottom said, coming down from the staff table. "Teddy?"

Teddy handed him the letter.

He went white. "I'll contact Harry right away," he said. "Teddy, you're out of Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures today. You're not to leave the castle. Victoire, I don't want to see your face in Herbology, either, while I'm at it. You can both tend the Lionbloom in the Common Room for credit; it needs a bit of pruning." He frowned. "In fact, go up there straightaway. Whatever you have this morning can wait until Harry's had a look. Is this the owl?"

Teddy nodded.

Professor Longbottom picked up the owl and signaled to Vivian, who came down to join them. "Walk Teddy and Victoire up to Gryffindor. I have a call to make."

He strode off toward the small room off to the side of the Great Hall, and Vivian led Teddy and Victoire up to the portrait. Teddy gave the password.

The portrait started to swing open, but Vivian stopped them from going in, and addressed the Fat Lady. "There's to be no one other than students allowed in, password or no," she said.

"Of course," the Fat Lady said.

Vivian nodded, and shooed them inside. Teddy caught a glimpse of her magical eye before it shut again.

Victoire looked at him, wide-eyed. He had no idea what to say.
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1voice From: 1voice Date: September 23rd, 2007 01:53 am (UTC) (Link)
As no one seems to have asked for much Black family stories, I would like anything about Sirius, Bellatrix or Andromeda...or maybe something about Uncle Alphard, I'd love to learn what was up with him.

Thanks! I miss your daily writing, too...it was (part of) my daily reading! :)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 24th, 2007 12:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
From "Burned Away: The Rebels"

It was from my Uncle Alphard that I first heard the curious name "Tom Riddle." They'd shared a dormitory at Hogwarts for seven years, and I think Alphard Black may have been one of the rare wizards who suspected where the new pure-blood protectionist, nicknamed "Lord Voldemort," may have come from. He never said so in so many words--that would have been quite foolish--but I remember him musing, after my father and Auntie Walburga had rhapsodized one Christmas about how at last someone was standing up for the rights of pure-bloods, that Aunt Walburga hadn't found the words so wise when they came from Tom Riddle. Aunt Walburga, of course, just sniffed and said that it had been quite ridiculous coming from a half-blood, but a proper wizard with a strong grounding in the old magic--what the Black Family called Dark Magic in polite conversation--was certainly a fitting representative.

I couldn't have been more than seven, but I remember looking at Uncle Alphard and thinking that he looked like he was playing a game of charades and had just guessed the answer. He certainly never joined the manic conversations about the greatness of Voldemort's ideas after that.

That wasn't why he was burned away, though. We were all generously allowed our own views on any topic. Sirius and his mother had a near constant head-to-head battle of evenly matched tempers, but he wasn't removed until he ran away. No--Uncle Alphard was allowed to continue his odd distance from the exciting subject of Lord Voldemort until he bankrolled Sirius's escape. Later, perhaps with the intoxication of freedom that his exile gave him, he also gave Ted and me a tidy sum, but it was for Sirius that he risked his sister's wrath.

Why? They hadn't been especially close, though there was fondness involved. Sirius hadn't shown him any special respect, or spared him from the diatribes about how evil the House of Black was. Alphard left no journals or other writings to explain his unusual choice, so I am left with only a sequence of events, as related by Minerva McGonagall, Sirius's Head of House at the time of his escape:
It was a difficult time, of course, for Sirius, made worse by the fact that this decision--like so many he'd made and would make again after it--had been impetuous and unconsidered. His brother was worried, and often used Horace Slughorn and myself as go-betweens to send Sirius's belongings on to him, including a heavy cloak, but the fact remained that Sirius was the family's eldest child, had a year of school left, and had no one to pass along his textbooks for the next year. This was weighing heavily on him, and he had come to me to ask if he might have a post on the grounds over the summer to earn money.

This ended on an afternoon in March when I returned to my office to find Alphard waiting there for me. We had been very friendly in our school years--a marked contrast to my quite mutual dislike of Walburga--but hadn't spoken with any frequency since we'd left. He held out a small key, the key to a Gringotts vault. "This is for my nephew," he said. "I won't take no for an answer. It should suit him well enough to get started with."

For Alphard, of course, "getting started" was a somewhat more lavish proposition than it was for other people. To the best of my knowledge, half of the gold he put into that vault is still there, and Sirius lived quite well after school.

I told Alphard that I would keep it quiet, but that we both knew Walburga would figure it out eventually. Students lips are remarkably loose, and someone would have seen as striking an adult figure as Alphard Black wandering about. He smiled and said, "My dear Pallas, I informed my sister myself this morning. It was an entertaining conflagration. She was still screaming obscenities at me as I left, and I have never felt so free."

What prompted his rebellion against his older sister? I would like to impute it to the great love he had for Sirius (and for me, and later, for Nymphadora, once he met her), but I'm afraid that my more realistic guess is that he simply thought it would be amusing to see just what Aunt Walburga thought she was going to do about it if someone crossed her...
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From: (Anonymous) Date: September 23rd, 2007 02:38 am (UTC) (Link)
Yes! I've been hoping for one of these!
How about Andromeda and Frankie involving something to do with her "gift" on his birthing scroll. Or what was on Teddy's. Your choice!
~sam
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 25th, 2007 12:40 am (UTC) (Link)
For anyone reading who hasn't read Shifts, this was what Maddie asked at Francis Apcarne's birth, where Andromeda was the Healer in attendance:
"Oh, we're not asking much," Maddie said from bed. "Only that you'll help him learn to help people who need help, and to know that families are more than simply the people you're born with."

I'll make this one the day after Forest Guard ends.


Frankie's heart sank when Andromeda Tonks closed her study door.

"Is Teddy going to be back soon?" he asked.

"I told him to Floo back from Shell Cottage at teatime. I expect one or two of the girls will come with him."

Frankie glanced at his watch. It was only two o'clock. When he'd asked her if he might Floo up, she'd said to go ahead, that Teddy was "out just now," but he was welcome to come. Frankie hadn't anticipated a two hour gap. There was only one reason he could think of for it. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Tonks," he said. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put Teddy in danger, I didn't--"

But she held up her hand.

It was a small, casual gesture, but she had a way about her, and it cut of Frankie's apology mid-rave. "Francis, I want to help you."

Frankie blinked. "What?"

"Sit down," she said. "Please, Frankie, I'm not going to yell at you. I think you haven't told your parents everything."

Frankie shook his head miserably.

"Teddy told me some of it. I think he assumed you would have told your mum and dad. He wanted to make sure I wasn't angry at you."

"They know what I was looking for," Frankie said quietly. He'd told his mother that he'd gotten interested in her studies about what happened to the souls of the Demented, but he hadn't told either of them that Teddy had told him over and over that he was crazy, hadn't told them that he'd stayed awake night after night, thoughts about identity and death and souls burning in his brain. He'd felt like he was in some great whirlwind, just trying to find the way out.

Andromeda sighed and waved her wand. A teapot and two cups appeared on her desk, and she poured, lightening and sweetening Frankie's without asking. She sat down with her own (lemon only) and sipped it. "Frankie, there's a reason that what the Unspeakables do is... Unspoken. It's not because it's horrible. It's because it's a dangerous place to go. You found that out, didn't you?"

"It was just a question," Frankie said, slumping down.

"Your mother is a brave woman, and more important, a very level-headed one. And even she was drawn in. They open doors there and look through them, and what's there... the decisions they need to make... You can be proud of her for how much she's done, and only stepped over the line once, and then only by a toe or two."

"But how can questions be bad?"

"They're not bad or good, Frankie, just powerful. No thirteen year old wizard could be expected to handle that sort of question. It taps the most powerful forces in the universe."

"Harry Potter did more when he was only eleven."

She shook her head and stirred her tea. "Harry did a lot when he was very young, but he never came close to those sorts of questions until he was sixteen, and quite frankly, he was too young then. And you're not Harry, thank God. You've no reason to put yourself into situations like that."

Frankie chewed on his lip. "What am I meant to do? Everything's done. I thought I could fix something that got left behind." He blushed, realizing how stupid and selfish that sounded, but Andromeda didn't seem angry.

"I know," she said. "But you have your whole life to fix things, to help. Be fourteen, Frankie. You have that luxury, and if you think Harry wouldn't have given quite a lot for it, maybe you should talk to him." She set her cup down. "Frankie, talk to me. I won't judge you, and you don't have to worry about how your mum will feel, because I won't tell her unless you want me to. Tell me how you got where you ended up."
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From: (Anonymous) Date: September 23rd, 2007 02:43 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, thanks for doing this! I love your challenges! :)

Hmm, now what do I want to read? How about anything with Scorpius, as I'd love your take on how he'd turn out... Or, if you're tired of Scorpius, maybe some Victoire/Teddy fluff, like his official proposal, or the day they move into the Roost? (Because you'd better not have them breaking up... *glares*) :-D

Thanks again!

~Maryann
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 25th, 2007 01:31 am (UTC) (Link)
Victoire was nervous.

He could see it in the way she was moving, the fast fluttering of her fingers as her hands danced, the way she was unconsciously straightening a line of construction rubble. Above them, the aurora flowed like a stream, casting beautiful red shadows over her skin. He wanted to propose tonight, but she was still in school, and he didn't want to wait until next winter, so he'd have to wait for summer. He'd bought the ring, thinking at first of proposing in October, when she first came up to visit from Hogwarts. But it had seemed absurd to talk about marriage while she was worrying about her Potions mark.

She waved her wand at the line of rocks, and they started stacking themselves up into a tower. He raised his wand, and they spent ten minutes, for no reason at all, alternating rocks, building a tower that ended up eight feet tall before they had the patio cleared.

"It's a monument," she said. "I think we should use a Permanent Sticking Charm, and set it up as an abstract sort of sculpture. And when... people who may exist in the future ask about it, we'll tell them about sitting here under the auroras, stacking rocks because I'm too nervous to do what I came to do."

Teddy raised his eyebrows. "I thought you came to visit." His nerve endings imagined some other purpose that she might have in mind, but she hadn't brought any potions, and she knew he didn't have any lying around, so it probably wasn't what she meant. "See the how the house is coming, see the lights."

"Well, all of those things, as well."

"What else could you have come for?" he asked, and lifted her hair to kiss the back of her neck.

"Mm. That would be enough reason right there. Or maybe a bit higher... yes. Right there." She gave a contented sigh and leaned back into his arms. "I thought about coming up yesterday."

"Is there a reason you didn't?"

"Well, I... I wanted to talk to Uncle Harry. And your grandmother."

"That sounds ominous."

"Ominous? Why ominous?"

"I don't know, but there are things I don't necessarily want to think about you discussing with my grandmother."

She laughed. "Trust me, Teddy, I have no interest in sharing those sorts of things, though she is a grandmother. I suspect she may have some vague memory of what young men and women might do up on their own island."

"She probably imagines more than we actually do," Teddy grumbled.

"Er... yes, she seems to." Victoire traced one long fingernail over the lines of the veins on Teddy's hand.

Teddy felt his face go hot. "Wonderful. Just what I want my grandmother thinking of. Very thoughtful of her."

"Well, it is, in its own way."

"Please tell me you didn't actually go to my grandmother and godfather to ask about birth control."

"Not at all." She took a deep breath, started to say something, then took another. "Oh, dear."

"What is it, Vicky?"

"I, er... I..." She smiled and bit her lip, then took his hand and folded it between both of hers. "I asked their permission to--well, after I leave school of course--to ask you for your hand, actually."

Teddy felt his eyes pop open wide enough to ache. "Er... what?"

"They said I could ask. So, Teddy..." She bit her lip. "Teddy, I love you, and I want to marry you. I want to make a home here for you. I want..." She took a series of quick, gulping breaths. "Will you be my husband, Teddy Lupin?"

She looked at him, eyes bright and a little wild, lips full from all the chewing on them she'd been doing. Her blond hair was streaked with red from the sky. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly. Her hands, around his own, were hot and moist.

"Yes," he said. He felt like he ought to say something else, but he was too surprised to come up with anything. The idea that she would beat him to the punch had never occurred to him. "Yes. Of course I will."

"Oh, good," she said, and her breathing slowed. She smiled broadly, and the stars and auroras glimmered against tears that were leaking from her eyes. "Oh, thank God."

He kissed her and put his arms around her. "Well," he said, "it would have been a waste of the ring I bought you two months ago if I said no."

She laughed, and he listened to it bounce across the island, rising above the soothing sound of the ocean.
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cleindori From: cleindori Date: September 23rd, 2007 02:47 am (UTC) (Link)
Something from the process of Teddy becoming an Animagus, perhaps? Not necessarily his first successful transformation, even, I'm just fascinated with the whole Animagus idea.

(And don't worry about seeming obsessed with daily writing, we're all happily obsessed with daily reading-of-your-writing! :) Not to mention I wish I could think of things to write every day.)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 25th, 2007 03:03 am (UTC) (Link)
Teddy was reasonably sure that Minerva McGonagall knew exactly what he was really up to, but she continued to answer his questions like they were just matters of curiosity, little puzzles about shapeshifting. If he were to do such-and-such, would it result in so-and-so? And her answers always carefully contained more information than Teddy asked for.

Well, Teddy, I've never given much thought to attempting self-Transfiguration while transformed into a cat; it's never been called for. But Felix Lestrange's book--don't let the name put you off, it is at closest a fifth cousin several times removed--called Animagi in Theory and Practice, which ought to be available outside the Restricted Section, has a lot of information about the limits of the transformation as far as they have been studied...

And of course, Animagi in Theory and Practice, when he pulled it, had a guide to early stages of the spell, as it had been practiced before it was perfected. At another point, she recommended asking Professor Trelawney to sign a request for a book in the Restricted Section (The Perils of Permutation), on the thin rationale that time could be thought of as a kind of shapeshifter. Trelawney had loved this. Teddy had found the book, and noted that it was on a shelf full of others on the subject, and waited until the Marauder's Map told him the library was clear. He'd spent all night reading them, and just before dawn, he'd opened a dusty old tome on the history of Animagi, and, like an old friend, the doodles had nearly leapt off the page at him--not Dad's good art, but a crudely drawn dog hopping around, a pair of green eyes blinking, dots wandering aimlessly around the page.

He laughed. "'lo, mates," he said. "Got a hint for me?"

The doodles didn't do anything, but as he worked through the chapter, he found footnotes circled, passages underlined, and jokes made beside paragraphs they'd obviously spent time on, including, at the top of a chapter where there was a lot of blank space, several off-color riddles about how you might tell what sort of animal you'd become.

Teddy noted each of the books, then copied the riddles, thinking he'd put them in the box with the other things, then deciding to just enjoy laughing at them. He didn't need to bury jokes, however juvenile.

He followed their track to an outdated sixth year textbook on human Transfiguration from eighteen-ninety-three. The Marauder's had actually left bits of paper in this one. No one else seemed to have signed it out since, though...

He frowned.

The bits of paper had lines of dust where sticky parts had once been. And they were pink.

"Yes!" he shouted, then looked around anxiously, expecting Master Norris to appear and lead Filch to him at any minute, but neither cat nor caretaker appeared. He'd seen these in one of Dad's memories.

His mother had finally cornered Sirius the year after he escaped by following the path, figuring out he'd become an Animagus and asking a lot of questions about dog that had suddenly appeared at Dad's place in Scotland. She'd confronted them with stacks of books.

These books. She'd put the markers in the pages.

He laughed out loud, and began to read.

Fifteen minutes later, he heard Madam Pince's key rattling in the lock on the library door--he was always careful to lock it after himself when he came in--and he crept out as quietly as he could to go to breakfast. Ruthless met him outside the Great Hall with something resembling a kiss. They were getting a little better at it, but Teddy was still a little apprehensive every time he saw her head darting aggressively forward, and he remembered a riddle about how you knew you'd become a king cobra, and started laughing.

"What is it?"

"Secrets," he said.

She raised her eyebrows skeptically. "It's girls who're supposed to keep secrets, Lupin. I think I need to find some."

"You do that," he said, and took her hand. "Come on, let's eat."