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Batch 33 - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Batch 33
You've written a lovely Dorea/James and mothers/McGon. How about the other side - a Charlus/James or Charlus/Professor of choosing. It would be exceptionally delicious with whipped cream and a Sirius on top. Ta.
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It was Charlus Potter's reasoned assumption that all members of the Board of Governors ought to take the time to visit Hogwarts at least once a year, to take in the atmosphere and explore any spreading rumors before they had a chance to metastasize. He'd managed, his first year, to quell Abraxus Malfoy's assertion that Hogwarts had been "forcing" romantic relationships between pure-bloods and Muggle-borns. Abraxus claimed that this had been required for a Muggle Studies course, but the professor had been quite baffled, and Charlus had sat in on several classes so he could report back to the board that Malfoy was a raving lunatic on the subject, though why they needed a report to convince them of that was beyond him. During James's first year, there'd been lurid tales about a gang of rough ghosts that had occupied a new house on the far side of Hogsmeade, and were now responsible for all manner of mischief at the school. Dumbledore had assured him that, while the rumors of haunting were true, Hogwarts was entirely safe from the ghosts in what had come quickly to be known as the Shrieking Shack. "As to the mischief at school," he'd said with a twinkle in his eye, "might I suggest a long conversation with our new champion prankster?" He'd twitched his wand at a Pensieve and brought up an image of James and his little mates on the grounds, obviously seen from this tower, jury-rigging a hex on the door to the groundskeeper's hut.

This time the rumor was a bit more serious, and so were the circumstances of his visit. James had hexed a Slytherin boy badly enough to send him to Madam Pomfrey, and not just for a minor irritation--the boy had needed to be out of class for three days, and if he'd been found any later, the injuries might have been even more severe. The owl from Dumbledore had come this morning. Dorea was abroad, so Charlus was left to deal with it alone. He squared his shoulders and knocked on Dumbledore's office door.

"Enter," Dumbledore called.

Charlus went inside. James was sitting on a high-backed chair, looking defiantly out the window. Dumbledore stood up behind his desk and Conjured another chair for Charlus. "Please sit down," he said. "I'm sure you realize that this is not another simple prank."

"Yes, I do," Charlus said. "James, explain yourself."

"Why? No one believes me."

Dumbledore sat back down. "I neither believe nor disbelieve you, James, but whatever your reasoning, your response was out of proportion."

James muttered something.

"What was that?" Charlus asked.

"Imperius," James said. "That idiot used the Imperius Curse on my friend Peter."

Charlus looked up. "Is that true? He used an Unforgivable?"

"We have no way of knowing," Dumbledore said. "You know it as well as I do. Even Priori Incantatem can't always recognize the Imperious Curse, because of its protean nature. But I do find it somewhat unlikely that a fifth year student would know such a thing."

"I'm telling you, he did it," James fumed. "Peter wouldn't roll himself around in the mud while they laughed at him. He said that the urge just came on him for it. What do you think it is?"

"Mind your tone," Charlus said sharply.

James went back to sulking.

"The boy's parents wish James to be expelled," Dumbledore said. "I've told him that, while the offense is serious, there is no need for such a drastic measure. But there will be consequences."

Charlus nodded. "There most certainly will."

"He is, of course, out of the running as a prefect next year."

"Like I'd want to be a prefect," James muttered.

"And I am removing him from the Quidditch team for the remainder of the season."

James's jaw dropped. "But we still have to play Hufflepuff!"

"Your team will have to make do with a lesser player."

"Dad!" James turned to him.

"Don't look at me; if I were Headmaster, I'd have given more serious thought to expulsion."

"You don't believe me, either!"

Charlus turned in his chair. "James, I do believe you," he said. He saw Dumbledore look up sharply, but didn't acknowledge it. "Nevertheless, what you did was as bad. You attacked him when his back was turned, and you did serious bodily harm. Do you really not understand that you were wrong to do that?"

James let his shoulders sag. "Fine. I'll let other people fight my battles."

"It seems to me that it was Peter's battle," Charlus said. "If anyone had a right to retaliate, it was him. And perhaps you ought to let him do so from time to time."

"He'd just get himself hurt."

Charlus looked at Dumbledore. "The removal from the team is acceptable. Detention as well, I suppose?"

"Under my own supervision." He turned to James. "You are excused, James. I'll speak to you later about your detention."

James got up and stalked out.

"I plan to have a long talk with him when he gets home," Charlus said. "I'm afraid that he's heard enough tales of the war--and the horrible things that happened on the continent--that he's... well, I think he feels he ought to draw a line in the dirt and dare any Dark wizard to cross it."

Dumbledore pulled off his spectacles and folded them. "It's not an entirely negative thing to be angry about such things, or to want to fight them," he said, after a long moment's thought. "I was also concerned about the incident with young Mr. Pettigrew, and I certainly investigated it. There was not any proof of the use of an Unforgivable, but I've been troubled of late by any number of things coming from Slytherin House. But I can't allow a student to escalate a dubious situation into a war."

"Nor do I care to have my son involved in one," Charlus said.

"Then we are agreed that James needs a control?"

"We are. Now, is there anything I can do to placate the other boy's parents?"

Neville interacting with Lily II or Scorpius (or both?)
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Neville still hadn't quite got used to looking out across a sea of cheerful first year Hufflepuff faces, and seeing Malfoy there among them, grinning up with the rest.

Scorpius Malfoy, of course, but he looked so much like Draco that it was difficult for Neville not to be drawn back to his own first year, and expect that something would be stolen and thrown up onto the roof. He felt quite ridiculous about this recurring idea, but he also kept a subtle eye on his tools.

Still, there had been no incidents. Scorpius actually had a decent hand with plants, and got along well with his classmates. He wasn't especially popular, but neither was he a social outcast. He was somewhere in the middle of the pack, and seemed happy to be there. Even the trouble he got into was unremarkable--yesterday, he and Al Potter had got into a Charms duel that had led to a minor incident in the Great Hall, in which the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor tables had ended up flying around the ceiling and spilling food onto the students scurrying below. Neville had the biggest stock of dreary tasks to do, so he corraled both of them and set them to organizing empty flowerpots by size. Al was grumbling, but going along decently in Greenhouse A, so Neville moved over to Greenhouse B, where he arrived just in time to keep an entire stack of small flowerpots from shattering on the floor.

Scorpius set them down as soon as Neville's Charm froze them and said, "Whew. I think I picked up too many."

"I should say so."

"I thought I could carry them. Couldn't I even use a little Sticking Charm?"

"Is there some part of 'no magic' that allows for a little Sticking Charm?"

"No. I guess not." Scorpius carefully unstacked the pots he'd been carrying and put them into more manageable piles. "How come you don't just do this with magic?"

"I save it just in case the tables start flying around the Great Hall."

Scorpius laughed. "Oh. Right." He put several flowerpots on a tray and carried them to the cupboard, then came back, looking a little nervous. "Professor Longbottom?"


"My dad said you probably wouldn't like me much."

Neville sat down. "Did he?"

"Yeah. He said that the pair of you didn't get along very well, so you wouldn't like me, since I look like him."

"As helpful as ever," Neville mused.


"Nothing." Neville sighed. It would be a lie to say that he hadn't judged Scorpius by his looks, but he'd tried very hard not to let it show. "Do you think I've treated you unfairly?"

Scorpius gave this deep thought, then said, "Well, no, but..."

Neville raised his eyebrows. "But?"

"Well, you never treat me like I'm a trouble-maker, but you always seem surprised about it."

"Oh. I'm sorry--I didn't realize you'd picked up on that."

Scorpius's eyes widened. "So it's real?"

"It's real enough, but it's my problem. I've been trying to ignore it."

"Oh. Well, I suppose you're doing well enough. I probably wouldn't have noticed if Dad hadn't said anything."

"I wish he hadn't."

"He just didn't want me to be disappointed." Scorpius looked up nervously, then said, "I used to have a picture book about you when I was little. Well, not about you, exacty, but that book with stories about everyone from the war. Everyone who wasn't... well, like Dad. And Granddad. I found it in Flourish and Blotts, and I always liked it, and Dad was worried that if you didn't like me and it was his fault, I'd... you know. Not feel very good."

Neville tried to imagine the book Scorpius was talking about--a very silly bunch of heroic tales about several members of the Order and Dumbledore's Army, including an utterly ridiculous one about Neville himself rescuing Trevor on the Hogwarts Express--sitting in Draco Malfoy's house, and just shook his head, unable to envision it being there, let alone having been bought. "Well, I wouldn't take it out on you," he said. "I hope I haven't seemed to."

"No. Not at all. You're sort of like I thought you'd be." He shrugged. "Anyway, hopefully, you won't keep being surprised. I'm not going to get a Dark Mark or anything. I think that's stupid. Where did you want me to put the medium sized pots?"

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From: spitc1899 Date: January 12th, 2009 09:06 am (UTC) (Link)
That definitely sounds like James. I like your Charlus.

And I like eleven year old Scorpius for that matter. Everyone who wasn't... well, like Dad. And Granddad. Ouch. Much more likeable than rebellious fifteen-year-old Scorpius, but it's easy to see how he gets that way. And from what you've written, I gather he does grow out of that phase as well.
arcaneblades From: arcaneblades Date: January 12th, 2009 09:07 am (UTC) (Link)
Scorpius is so cute! Ahem.

I really liked the darker undertones to the first piece, too. There's so much to explore in that era, as far as how tensions were showing at Hogwarts, and I think you showed some of it beautifully.
rotae From: rotae Date: January 12th, 2009 11:33 am (UTC) (Link)
Omg, I love your 11 year old Scorpius so much XDDDDD The thought of him laughing at Neville's jokes and him grinning tickles me something shocking XDDDDD

From: (Anonymous) Date: January 12th, 2009 11:43 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I love Neville! (Yes, I'm sure I've said that quite often enough, but I have to keep saying it.)

And, organizing flowerots? I actually like doing that - but it also is a nice task to give to other apprentices when they need to be punished. *evil grin*

~Hermione Stranger~
From: (Anonymous) Date: January 12th, 2009 02:27 pm (UTC) (Link)
Err... I meant flowerpots, obviously. *blushes*
shortysc22 From: shortysc22 Date: January 12th, 2009 01:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
I love your portrayal of James and Charlus and the Neville and Scorpius one. Great little stories, as always.
matril From: matril Date: January 12th, 2009 02:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, your James is perfect. His characterization is so tricky, falling somewhere between noble crusader and spoiled bully, but you've got it just right. And Peter - oh, Peter. I can definitely see him turning to Voldemort from the pathetic hope of not being bullied anymore. :( And James inadvertently helping him along to the Dark Side by not giving him the chance to fight his own battles. Sigh...Of course it was Peter's own choice, but still.
gypsy_thief From: gypsy_thief Date: January 12th, 2009 02:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yea! Who doesn't love Neville? Even young Master Malfoy can't help himself. I, myself, would love reading more stories about Professor Longbottom.
sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: January 12th, 2009 07:16 pm (UTC) (Link)

All Was Well.

I can't say this often enough, that canon dictates that everybody be happy and not terribly neurotic!

The sweetest Hufflepuff!Scorpius I've ever read!
malinbe From: malinbe Date: January 12th, 2009 07:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
I wonder who the kid was, and did he really use the Imperius curse? Charlus seemed a very sensible man.

And I am very interested in those years. Many Death Eaters went from teens to murderers, I can't but wonder how it happened.

It's strange the idea of Draco letting his son keep a book of idealised tales about Harry&co. But it's sort of sweet that he worried so much about Scorpius' feelings- though it sounds a bit bitter.
purple_ladybug1 From: purple_ladybug1 Date: January 12th, 2009 09:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
I love your Scorpious! This interaction is so cute.
akashasheiress From: akashasheiress Date: January 12th, 2009 10:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
Awww, poor Scorpius.
From: (Anonymous) Date: January 13th, 2009 04:09 am (UTC) (Link)
Aww, Neville and Scorpius are so cute! Personally, I don't see him being placed anywhere but Slytherin, but I do think that he'd be a much more reasonable, likable sort than previous Malfoys. And that "people like Dad" bit... haha, ouch indeed. ... You know, it's funny. From fanfic and fanart that I've seen, it seems people have thought to put Scorpius in Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw, but I can't recall seeing one instance of Gryffindor Scorpius. It's probably out there somewhere, but it is kind of a wild thought. More unlikely than Teddy ending up in Slytherin, which is a pretty crazy idea itself (although he does have that Black side...).

- Severely Lupine
yohumblenarr8or From: yohumblenarr8or Date: January 13th, 2009 08:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
I loved the Scorpius/Neville fic too. It must be hard for Scorps.

Actually, there is a fic about a Gryffindor Scorpius, it's James Potter and the Curse of the Gatekeeper, by G. Lippert. That's actually the sequel fic to James Potter and the Elder Crossing. He's an interesting fic writer and I have enjoyed reading his stuff, though I like Fern's Teddy/Potter-verse better.
summoner_lenne9 From: summoner_lenne9 Date: January 14th, 2009 02:04 am (UTC) (Link)
Malfoy's son as a Hufflepuff.

:D :D :D.

I'm sort of confused on James' age in the first fic though, and assume the boy ISN'T Snape from what's said? Because of the parents thing, or, hmm...
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