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Batch 35 - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
fernwithy
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Batch 35
Ted Tonks learning that he is about to become a grandfather (or Ted and Andromeda discussing Dora's pregnancy and Remus' reaction to it.)
For trude

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"Ted, what are you doing?" Andromeda asked.

He looked up from his scrying bowl and said, "My dear, I'm breaking the law."

"Oh. I don't suppose it's plotting Remus's murder?"

"No. He'll be back. You know he'll be back, and she'll take him back, and we'll be glad to have him, and the baby will be even more glad to have him. Let him get his martyrdom out of his system once and for all and finally grow the hell up. Once he does, he'll be a fine husband and a good father."

Andromeda sat down and ground her teeth together. They'd both seen the fear in Remus's face from the moment Dora had made her announcement, and they hadn't seen him since the day of the wedding, when everything had gone so badly wrong. "You have more faith than I do."

"That's a lie," Ted said. "If you really believed he meant to abandon Dora, you'd have hunted him down yourself. You know he'll be back."

She made a face. A few weeks ago, it might have been comic, but when the Death Eaters had broken in, they'd broken Andromeda's sense of humor. Ted thought that, should he get a chance, he'd like the last sound the bastards heard to be Andromeda laughing again. But it wasn't to be today. Instead, she sighed. "Fine. But he's picked a hell of a time to abandon her temporarily."

"I'd wager he's out hunting Death Eaters, and possibly Greyback. You-Know-Who, if he can figure out how to get to him."

She turned, surprised. "You think he has a death wish? At this point? When she actually needs him? When the baby--?"

"When the only thing he feels competent at is his skill at Defense Against the Dark Arts," Ted said. "He can't earn a living, he certainly can't help her with the physical part of it, and he feels that he's destroyed her life and her career."

"I can't believe you're defending him."

"I've been him."

"You stayed put."

"No, you followed me." Ted turned on the small garden bench and pushed his frustration out of his mind. "I'm angry, too, 'Dromeda. Don't imagine I'm not. But we knew it would come. Remus is no doubt telling himself that a dead hero is better for his child--and for Dora--than a live, impoverished werewolf."

"I'm willing to help him achieve that at the moment."

"No you're not."

She shrugged in a noncommittal way, then said, "So if you're not planning to kill our son-in-law, how exactly are you breaking the law?"

"I'm scrying the market."

"What?"

"It's utterly illegal to use visions to enrich yourself, especially in the Muggle world. It's also a bit dicey, but I'm putting everything into it."

"What are you going on about?"

"They froze my assets at Gringotts."

Andromeda frowned. "They did what? And how did you find that out? You have no business in Diagon Alley and--"

"Peace, 'Dromeda," he said. "Bill Weasley told me. He had it from a goblin. I wouldn't attempt going there yourself, either."

"But the goblins don't care..."

"No, but the people watching them might." Ted picked up his wand and poked it at his scrying bowl again. "But I always kept a bit in Muggle system. And now, I want to see to it that our grandchild will have something, no matter what happens. I started scrying for good picks, and saw that quite a few I have are about to go screwy, so I'll pull them out, and re-invest in other matters. I'm investing in metals--quite a lot of lithium and zinc--"

"What?"

"Batteries. I was watching trends, and there'll be new energy storage needs. Lithium, zinc, nickel--everything I could think of that they can make batteries from. And of course, gold. Gold is generally a solid investment, but it's not where I'm counting on a big return, nothing that will replace what we'll have lost at--"

"Ted, how can you possibly be thinking of money?"

"The same way Remus can!" He stood up and started pacing. "Everything can go belly-up at a moment's notice, now, 'Dromeda. Everything. At least everything in the magical world. And they'll come after you again. You need to be able to move. That's another reason I liquidated a few funds that are going to go bad anyway--it was a loss, but nothing compared to what it could be, and you'll have it. My bank card... do you know how to use it?"

"No! Why would I know that?"

"I'll show you."

"Ted..."

He ran a hand through his hair. "They're rounding up Muggle-borns, 'Dromeda. If they take me, you have to get Dora and the baby out of here. I'd say Remus as well, but he'll want to stay and fight, and I don't think you'll be able to stop him."

"I won't stop me, either!"

"You will. Because that baby is going to need protection. It won't be able to fight for itself, and Dora won't be in much condition to fight, either. I've made sure you have the means, no matter what happens in the wizarding world."




i'd like a young-tonks-at-hogwarts fic...tonks at hogwarts when she's about 13 or so.
For erised1810

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"What's the point of being afraid of ghosts?" Tonks asked, kicking aside a rock on the road. "What are they going to do, give you a chill until you catch pneumonia?"

Charlie Weasley shrugged. "I don't know, but they say the ones up at the Shrieking Shack are dangerous."

"No one's heard anything for years. I asked a friend of mine who knows a lot about ghosts--"

"Who, Sanjiv?"

"No, a grown-up. He said that there's nothing ghosts can do."

"Did you ask him about the Shrieking Shack?"

"Yes."

"And?

"Well..." Tonks shrugged and went on. "He got a bit odd and said that it was possible that something other than a ghost might be there."

"Ha."

Tonks sniffed and walked further up the road, not knowing what she meant to say. In retrospect, she supposed she just shouldn't have mentioned it. The rounded a bend and looked up the windswept hill at the derelict house that seemed to frown blindly over the village. Dad said it had been built just before he and Mum went into seventh year, and had been taken over nearly right away. The Fat Friar said that the workers must have triggered a Curse, or perhaps broken a protective Charm on the property. Dad's friend, Emmy Vance, had been there when it had got quite bad, and she said it might really have been a Hogboon. And Mr. Lupin--Remus--had been there the whole time the bad haunting had gone on, and he looked spooked just thinking of it.

But ghosts? Bad ghosts? What on earth would they do?

"It's not very pretty," Charlie said.

"Do you reckon we could wake something up, find out what's so bloody terrifying?"

"Maybe."

"Hmm."

They spent the next five minutes looking for anything that would make noise. There was no shortage of old butterbeer bottles on the ground, and Charlie got a good sized pile of rocks. Tonks began shattering bottles. They made a fine noise, and they momentarily forgot what exactly they meant to do in the joy of it. But when the last bottle had been broken and nothing had come of it, Charlie sat down on a rock and frowned. "That doesn't seem to work."

"What else do we have?"

"Got some fireworks," Charlie said. "Bought them over at Zonko's for my little brothers--they love explosions--but I reckon we could set a couple of them off."

This was an agreeable idea. Charlie opened the box for Tonks's inspection and appreciation, and they chose three of the biggest. The first took the shape of a dragon, and swooped twice around the house before exploding in a shower of green and gold. The second was a witch at a cauldron, and as she added the last ingredient to her potion, it swirled up in a spectacularly noisy twirl of red and blue. The last was meant to write out whatever they charmed it for, and after a few minutes of bickering over what that should be, finally shouted, "WAKE UP!" then blew outward in multi-colored confetti. It was quite satisfactory, but nothing at the Shrieking Shack stirred.

Tonks frowned and sat down on a rock. "I don't think there's anything there."

"Maybe it's shy," Charlie said, flopping down on the road beside her. "You can come out!" he yelled at the house.

Tonks twirled her wand, producing an ululating alarm that made it impossible to hear what Charlie was shouting in her ear.

Nothing.

Charlie made a great show of cleaning out his ears with a twist of his wand. "Where did you have that from?"

"Mum," Tonks said. "She wanted to make sure I could always call for help."

"Hmm." Charlie leaned forward, chin in his hands. "Maybe whatever's in there doesn't hear. Or can't."

"It didn't see the fireworks either. And those would've shaken the house."

"Good point." Charlie got to his feet again, biting his lip. "I think you're right. Nothing there. Let's go in and nick something."

"It belongs to someone."

"Fine, I dare you to just touch the door."

"Fine." Tonks got to her feet and stalked toward the gate.

There was a pop, and Professor Sprout appeared. "Nymphadora Tonks!" she cried, exasperated. "Detention. You too, Mr. Weasley. Really. How often do we need to tell people not to wander off on Hogsmeade weekends? And then that horrid caterwauling sound--you'll scare the ghosts."

Tonks let herself be herded away. There wasn't much choice in the matter. Charlie tried to explain. Tonks didn't bother--Professor Sprout wasn't Professor McGonagall, and didn't tend to start conversations with "Explain yourself."

As she was dragged toward the curve in the road, she felt an overwhelming sense of being watched.




If you haven't done this already, how about Teddy telling Victoire about his first day on the job at the DoM?
For either Anon or someone who's name got disattached from my file!

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Dear Victoire,
Well, I can't give you all of the details you asked for in your letter, though since I'm using your little code I can say more than I might otherwise--not for nothing do they call us Unspeakables--but I'll say I actually rather like the people here. Not just Maddie, who you know, but old Croaker turns out to have a bit of a devil in him, and Davies is amusing, though I don't think he's actually trying to be.

My office isn't an office as you'd think of it, more of an empty room. I think something will eventually occur to me for how to set it up, as most of the others have very unique work-spaces, but for now, it's a great black box. I feel I can sit in it and brood quite satisfactorily, since you asked. I may also mope about, pace, and make a complete mess of everything (and you can't do a thing about it!).

The day is simple enough. I go in and hear what everyone is working on, then go to the Division where I'm training--I'm not at liberty to say which just now--and see what there is to do. As a first-day apprentice, I'm afraid my tasks thus far haven't been earth-shattering, though I'm told I make a good cup of tea. Ruthless met me by the lifts this morning, and invited me to lunch. I think she's glad not to be the youngest apprentice in the major departments anymore. She said to say hello, though for some reason, she thinks you'll be irked that I saw her. She's stuck on background research on that burglar who's been hitting houses around Tinworth and the Hollow. You can imagine her running commentary on both the man and her desk assignment.

After lunch, Maddie walked me through how to do project proposals. I'm sure it would be impossible to pry your interest away from this fascinating topic once I got started, so I'll refrain from sharing my exhilaration. As there are two Divisions without anyone currently assigned--and my workspace is conveniently located between them--I've also been given strong encouragement to explore them. The last two hours of the day are mine (Ruthless is jealous), and I'm using them to go through old artifacts that no one has bothered with in years. The ghost, Helen, has been helping me with some translations. She's been around for a very long time, and has interesting stories, though she does have the ghost habit of fixating on one or two details, and leaving out things that didn't concern her directly. I've brought some of the artifacts from the other Division (vagueness is more difficult than you think) into my work space, and am reading and otherwise examining them. I'm looking forward to my instruction with Père Alderman this weekend; lots of questions.

What I miss is the Common Room. I'm used to having a big empty space of my own, though it doesn't seem right that Checkmate can't come to work with me, but there's no center point where we can all just sit around and chat. (Well, there is a center point, technically, but it's dominated by a large veil that doesn't encourage conversation.)

I wonder if I could ask you what it's like to be a beautiful girl. I asked Ruthless and she just laughed at me, but you know I don't mean it as anything but a question. I suppose I could morph and put on a dress, as Davies suggested, but I thought I'd try something less drastic first. Do you think that being beautiful has anything to do with how well you run your war with Story? I don't mean to imply that you're not the better prankster and an exemplary general, but I wondered if being beautiful made a difference in getting people to follow you. And don't bother saying you're not beautiful. Do you suppose your great grandmother would talk to me about Veela seductions, or would it be better to find a woman to ask questions like that?

Not that I'm confirming any study in that sort of thing. You know I'm just interested in beautiful girls.

(I'll leave you to guess whether I'm claiming that to hide my studies, or if I chose my studies for the chance to surround myself with beautiful women.)

I really feel like I ought to be at Hogwarts. I miss moving from class to class, and counting the weeks until long school holidays. How is James settling in? I understand you have him in Gryffindor--Uncle Harry sent out his Patronus to make the rounds with the news as soon as he got the owl. I was actually there when it came in, though. Now that I'm working in London, I seem to be seeing a lot of Uncle Harry, who it turns out isn't a member of an entirely different and alien generation after all. When I got back from lunch, I saw him talking to Maddie, but I didn't think anything of it until I got into my work space and found that he'd Hexed all my quills and chalk to jump away when I reached for them. My blackboard also developed a habit of commenting on anything I wrote on it. (Not to worry, I had him chasing his chair all over the Auror Division.)

I haven't seen your parents yet, so I don't know for sure that Aimee is in Gryffindor, but I think it's a safe wager. Are you glad to be with your sisters again?

I can't really write much more, because my quill is struggling to escape, but say hello to everyone back at school for me.

Love,
Teddy

P.S.: If James isn't looking unbearably smug within the next week or so, you might want to hint about how obsessed I was with all the loose floorboards in that dormitory. I don't imagine it will take him nearly that long to find the Keys, but I'd like to make absolutely sure they don't just rot there again.
T.R.L


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Comments
From: (Anonymous) Date: January 15th, 2009 06:19 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, Ted... *sniff* Fern, your stories have made a mostly incidental death become a real tragedy.

That second one's cute. I presume this takes place before the ficlet where Tonks and Lupin are being registered at the Ministry and she finds out about him? I can't remember when that was supposed to be. It's nice to see Charlie and Tonks as school friends. Makes me wonder if, later, when they were gathered for the Order, at any point they reminisced about that, now that they knew what was really going on. What's with that last line, though? Who's watching?

The veil! Haha, I can't believe no one's said, "Hey, maybe we shouldn't just leave this lying around where people might fall through it" yet. And Harry and Teddy pranking each other--how cute is that? Carrying on their fathers' tradition quite nicely. Really, it's just a shame that Sirius didn't have a chance to procreate.

- Severely Lupine
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: January 16th, 2009 04:40 am (UTC) (Link)
I don't think anyone's really watching--just a sense of a part of her in some future time, maybe, being dragged away from the same house?

You do have to wonder about the Ministry. Clearly, not a lot of safety oversight in the wizarding world!
amamama From: amamama Date: January 15th, 2009 07:44 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I love these missing moments! Even though it fills me with an ache for all the good stuff that never got a chance to happen, these moments are wonderful. Thank you. :-)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: January 16th, 2009 04:41 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks for reading. Writing never seems complete until someone has read it, you know?
amamama From: amamama Date: January 16th, 2009 04:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
Well, I'm happy to complete your writing, that's for sure! Never doubt that. :-)
rotae From: rotae Date: January 15th, 2009 09:25 am (UTC) (Link)
Remus is no doubt telling himself that a dead hero is better for his child--and for Dora--than a live, impoverished werewolf."

O__________o DAYUMN. LOLOL. Wow. Epic line is epic. XDDDDD

Aww, I loved all of these!! <33333 I especially enjoyed seeing your Charlie!! I'd love to hear more about him sometime :D

Peace,
Rotae
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: January 16th, 2009 04:41 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I haven't done much with Charlie, which is odd, since he'd have been in Tonks's year and I write about her all the time.
rotae From: rotae Date: January 16th, 2009 04:46 am (UTC) (Link)
Well, you know how I luffers mah Charlie XDDDDD I think you should write some Tonks in Hogwarts stuff with more Charlie. Yes. Definitely LOLOLOL XDDDDD *huggles*

Peace,
Rotae
From: (Anonymous) Date: January 15th, 2009 01:15 pm (UTC) (Link)
All three of these were fantastic, Fern. I especially liked the first one--I'd almost forgotten how much I love your Ted. It's such a shame Teddy never got to know him--as much of a shame as Remus and Tonks--and that he didn't show up with Tonks and the marauders at the end of DM.

I'm not sure if this is the right place to ask this, but I didn't think anyone would be watching the original challenge entry. I was wondering if I could "exchange" my request--the Dora and Elhanan one at the end of page 5. I've come to realize that while it's a nice,happy concept, it gets a bit confusing, and I think it's more satisfying for the reader than for the characters, as they don't remember everything that went before. And, as you point out, there really isn't a lot plot-wise you can do with it. So I'd like to ask for something else in its place, if that's all right.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: January 16th, 2009 04:43 am (UTC) (Link)
Sure--which was your original request?

I'm not sure why, but I've never been able to stir up much interest in Teddy about Ted. Given his obsessive nature about his other beloved dead, you'd think it would come naturally! (Maybe it just seems more normal to him that a grandfather should be dead than that parents should be.)
From: (Anonymous) Date: January 16th, 2009 12:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
My original request was the "more Elhanan and Dora!" one, the last one on the fifth page. As for what I'd like to change it with...

I was rereading DM, and it struck me once again that it's about time somebody got around to firing Bins, as he can't teach at all...the idea of a ghost teaching a class! And then I thought, if a ghost can do it for so many years, why not a portrait? They could get him an extra frame in the classroom, and at the end of the day he could go back to the Roost and his Dora. And he could write out and mark assignments using one of those quills Finias used to write Teddy's letter. (Can you tell I've thought fartoo much about this?)
So, in short, my idea is portrait! Remus teaching history of magic. I'd leave the subject open, but I figure that would be easier for a portrait to teach, since it's all theory.
From: severely_lupine Date: January 17th, 2009 01:17 am (UTC) (Link)
You know, on the one hand, it really is too bad that he's not more interested in Ted. On the other hand, as one of the many people whose grandpa died before they were born, I can relate to not having more than a passing interest in learning about him. Although I do think Ted was probably more interesting than my own grandpa.

Maybe sometime Teddy will have a Ted run-in of some kind that he didn't seek out, but just happened upon him.
purple_ladybug1 From: purple_ladybug1 Date: January 15th, 2009 01:30 pm (UTC) (Link)
Love your work, as always! Tonks and Charlie are just charming. Teddy's letter is so earnest and so *Teddy*. Great job!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: January 16th, 2009 04:43 am (UTC) (Link)
I think Tonks would be friends with someone who's in love with dragons. It just seems her style.
thunderemerald From: thunderemerald Date: January 15th, 2009 03:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
I haven't really been following these, but the Tonks-at-13 prompt caught my eye. I love it, love it, LOVE it. Of course Remus would tell her that there aren't really ghosts, but doesn't he know that saying there might be something else will only make her want to find out what it is? Hee.

The first one was absolutely heartbreaking.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: January 16th, 2009 04:45 am (UTC) (Link)
but doesn't he know that saying there might be something else will only make her want to find out what it is?

You'd think he'd have picked up on that about her, wouldn't you?
erised1810 From: erised1810 Date: January 15th, 2009 07:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
just a fly-by to tell you i got it. i'l plunge in once m ybrain is back fro mbeign too fried to read prose...
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: January 16th, 2009 04:43 am (UTC) (Link)
Hope you enjoy it when you get there!
malinbe From: malinbe Date: January 16th, 2009 01:46 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, those days are so sad... (I'm commenting on the first one).

The other two made me happy again, though. Both mother and son are awesome. Charlie Weasley gets compliments, too.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: January 16th, 2009 04:44 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks, and I'm glad the second two are happy-making. :)
erised1810 From: erised1810 Date: January 16th, 2009 07:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
wow. that was jsut what the doctor ordered. i knwo exact.y whom she asked about it.
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