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Batch 1 - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
fernwithy
fernwithy
Batch 1
Heh, I'm definitely going to have to start early here! 83 comments on the first day! Woo-hoo!

Can I have something with Harry, Ginny, and a young Teddy please? for lollapulizer

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"Andromeda says I have to let him fall sometimes," Harry said defensively when Teddy started wailing to the heavens in front of the Burrow's fireplace. He went over and scooped the baby up. "She says he won't learn to walk if I grab him every time before he hits the ground."

Ginny nodded. "Well, Bill says you might think about letting him keep crying until he picks himself up as well." Harry gave her a horrified look and patted Teddy's back. She smiled. "Well, I don't know who Bill thinks he's kidding. He used to pick me up before I even started crying, and I turned out perfect, as you can see." She preened and posed.

"I did notice that," Harry said, winking. He kissed Teddy's head--Ginny was learning to ignore the powerful wave of not-entirely-pure feeling that went through her every time she saw him do this--and quieted him down. "What do you think? You had lots of brothers..."

"And I was the youngest. It's amazing I learned to do anything with all of them doing things for me. Bill carried me around, Charlie translated my baby talk, Percy read me all of my books, the twins entertained me."

"What about Ron?"

"Ron's only a year older. He let me fall on my nose most of the time until we got to Hogwarts, at which point he took over as Chief Defender of my virtue."

"Hmm. I have some recollection of that." Harry set Teddy down. "What do you think, really? Should I catch him? Should I... I don't know, just let him bump his head?"

"I don't know," Ginny said. "I never taught a baby to walk." She shrugged. "I suppose I think that it doesn't really matter. He'll turn into Teddy--whoever that turns out to be--no matter what you do about it."

"So maybe I should just let it be."

"Honestly, I think Mum and Dad made it up as they went along."

"Do you think Lupin and Tonks would have?"

Ginny foundered at this question--it had a way of coming up out of the blue every few weeks--then nodded firmly. "Yes. Tonks made up everything as she went along."

"And Lupin?"

"You were in his classes. Did he seem to be using a script?"

Harry thought about it, then said, "You know, that's a good point." He pulled Teddy up until he was standing on his toes. "I wonder if a boggart would help."

"There's not one handy to find out," Ginny said. "But there's the ghoul in the attic. Maybe Teddy'd be interested in running away from it."

"Teddy? He'd be more likely to poke it in the eye to see what happened."

Ginny laughed. "True. And you see? Teddy is going to be Teddy, no matter what. And maybe Uncle Harry should just be Uncle Harry."

"Well, if you say so..." Harry grinned, then stood up and pulled on Teddy's arms to lift him an inch or two, resting Teddy's pudgy little feet on top of his own. "Let's have a walk, Teddy, what do you think?"

Teddy giggled.

Harry took a tiny step, shuffling Teddy's left foot forward, then another step, shuffling his right foot past it. Teddy had done this much before, holding onto things, and he got the idea. Ginny saw his foot move, and this time, Harry was the one to follow it. On his next step, Harry left his right foot where it was, and let Teddy step off of it.

Teddy didn't seem to notice. His left foot came off next, and Harry was just holding him by the tips of his fingers, letting him steer himself. They did a circle around the room this way.

Ginny had been watching Harry through this, but when she glanced down at Teddy, she held up her hand. "His face, Harry," she said.

"What about it?"

Ginny Conjured a mirror so that Harry could see. Teddy was scrunching his face determinedly.

"It's like Tonks," Ginny whispered. "Just before a morph. Let him go, Harry."

Harry looked at the mirror, then, lightly, lifted his hands away from Teddy's finger tips.

Teddy, his arms still in the air, took a step into the open room, toward the mirror. Then he took another.

Harry ran around in front of him, and held out his arms. Teddy took the last three steps and fell into him.

Ginny watched from the sidelines.




The birth of Regulus and Lily's first child, if you don't mind? Maybe he/she could be born around Christmas just to keep the holiday theme there for sonetka

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Regulus waited until all of the guests (with the exception of Andromeda, Harry, and Ginny) had gone home, leaving their well-wishes and gifts for Rigel. They'd be back for Christmas in two days--Lily had insisted that the plans not change just because of her "inconvenient timing"--but for now, they were gone. Lily was having a well-earned rest, and Harry and Ginny had gone up to the guest room to settle in. Andromeda was taking a cat-nap in the parlor. The baby was sleeping peacefully in a little cot beside the bed. He had apparently eaten his fill for the moment.

Regulus reached tentatively down to him.

He made a gurgling sound.

"You know," Lily said softly from the bed, "I think he'd let you pick him up."

"I know. I'm..." Regulus smiled sheepishly. "I'm a little afraid that he won't, though. You know--little babies and their Legilmancy. He might realize I'm not a grand god and I made a lot of stupid mistakes, and he might think he'd rather not have much to do with me."

She rolled her eyes and leaned back into the pillows. She was paler than Regulus liked. The delivery had been difficult, and a nearly a month earlier than they'd expected. Andromeda had been here since dawn, looking after Lily, then checking the baby. "He's small," she'd said at last, "but he's breathing normally, and he's alert. He'll be all right." Lily seemed to have a level of faith in this. Somehow, she knew that he was all right from the moment she'd seen him. Regulus wasn't as sure. It didn't seem fair, somehow, that he should have a healthy son, after he'd made all the wrong choices, while Sirius had died alone after making all the right ones. Lily, who always knew when he was getting maudlin, waved a tired hand at him. "Why don't you take him to meet Sirius and Grayfur and my grandfather? But not your mother, I don't want to wake everyone up. And keep him warm. You heard Andromeda."

Regulus nodded and used a warming charm on a blanket. Carefully, he picked Rigel up and wrapped him tightly. "His heart is beating really fast!" he said.

"It beats faster than ours," Lily said. "He's smaller. It's all right. And yes, before you ask, I'm sure." She smiled wanly. "Take him to meet them, Reg, and let me get some sleep."

Unsure, Regulus pressed the baby close to his chest and carried him out into the corridor.

He didn't have to go far; Sirius, Phineas Nigellus, and James Potter had all stationed themselves in the landscape outside the master bedroom and had been there all day, waiting for news. There were painted garlands of evergreen around the frame, and James had got a toy reindeer from some other painting and was making it gallop along the bottom. Remus Lupin had drifted back and forth between here and his portrait at the Roost, and Regulus supposed he was reporting to Teddy's younger children and to Story and Marie Shacklebolt, who were babysitting them.

"Aha!" James said. "I think your brother is trying to abscond with my great-grandson, Sirius," James said.

"Where do you think you're taking my nephew?" Sirius demanded, grinning cheerfully from a low stone wall in the painting.

"I suspect," Phineas said dryly, "that he means to display the child for us. I predict that it will be red and empty-headed at this early date."

"Well, you're right about the red part, Grayfur," Regulus said, turning and lifting his elbow slightly so that Rigel's face would be visible from the portrait. "But I think his head is full of any number of wonderful things that he just can't say yet."

"Hmph," Phineas said, peering skeptically down. "You'll learn better soon enough."

"And yet," James said, tipping his head toward Phineas, "he managed to be here before we were."

Regulus smiled. "Gentlemen, I'd like you to meet your newest kinsman, Rigel Volans Phineas Potter Black."

Sirius made a grotesque face. "You've got to be kidding."

"Not at all," Regulus said. "Sirius Orion Pollux--"

"Stop it right there," Sirius said. "I thought you'd dropped that nonsense."

"I don't have to follow Voldemort to follow an old family tradition."

"I thought that was the old family tradition," Sirius grumbled.

"That," Phineas said, "is because you are and have always been a fool."

"Oh, really, I--"

"Shh." Regulus grimaced at them. "Let's keep it civil."

"I'm with my grandson-in-law," James said. "There's a baby here. How can you possibly be fighting about names?" He waved. "Hello, Rigel. Your cousins call me Grandpa-Great."

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "His cousins call you ga-ga-geh. At least Finny does. Rufus mostly calls you Guh."

"Well, that's what they're trying to call me," James said. The toy reindeer leapt, and he caught it and put it on his shoulder. "And you will as well, won't you big boy?" He waved the reindeer at Rigel, upon whom it was lost, as his eyes weren't open yet.

Regulus shook his head, and raised the baby a bit more. "Rigel, these are your ancestors. Phineas Nigellus is the eldest--"

"Oh, thank you for not perpetuating the 'Grayfur' nonsense for yet another generation," Phineas said.

Regulus said, "And we all call him Grayfur." This was apparently enough to mollify Phineas for the omission in his original introduction, as he said no more. Regulus turned the baby slightly to Sirius. "And this is your Uncle Sirius, who's very funny and who you really should listen to. He's usually trying to set you right when you're wrong. Daddy learned that the hard way."

"Daddy learns everything the hard way," Sirius said fondly. "But he learns, which puts him ahead of old Uncle Sirius. Which is why old Uncle Sirius will be much more fun when you're ready."

Regulus smiled. "And you already met Grandpa-Great Potter. He's very brave and very nice, and you'll like him when you get older."

"I don't see why he shouldn't like me now," James grumped, then winked. "Well, it's a boy. Seems the House of Black is back in business."

"God help us," Sirius said with a wild rolling of the eyes.

Rigel fidgeted slightly in Regulus's arms. "The House of Black needs to go back its cot," he said, and started back to the room. As he got there, he leaned back to look at the portrait, where all three men were crowding the door side of the frame. "Happy Christmas," he said.




Something romantic with Hermione and Ron please for stepinsidelove

Picking up from this one.
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"Where are we, anyway?" Hermione asked, feeling the cool stone behind her. Ron had blindfolded her before she could make out any of the signs in Bulgarian (she'd learned to read a bit, but she didn't do so very quickly).

He tugged her hand and led her a few steps forward. She could feel sun on her face. He pulled off the blindfold.

She was surrounded by a small, grassy park, dotted with gleaming ancient stonework and statuary. She smiled. "Ron! It's the wizarding lapidarium! I thought you didn't want to come."

He shrugged. "Yes, but you did. And now that I'm here, it's sort of neat. I should listen to you more."

"You know I'm going to hold you to that, don't you?"

"You can hold me to anything you want." He waggled his eyebrows.

"Ron!" She shook her head and went to a lovely marble statue of a Roman witch with blank eyes and frozen stone curls. It turned its head down slightly to her and gave a soft smile. Further on was a tablet covered with old spells in Etruscan. She ran her fingers over them. "It's wonderful!"

"Look at this one!" Ron said, going to what looked like an old crypt. "It's got the babies with the wolf on it."

Hermione ran over and touched the carving. "The founders of Rome," she said. "They weren't werewolves. But they may have been wolf Animagi. If they existed. There's some debate. And the fountain! Look, Ron, it's got an elf in armor!"

Ron laughed. "I thought you'd like that."

"When did you come here?"

"Krum and I snuck out of his stag party last night. He showed me where it was so I could bring you here."

"Oh... it was Viktor's idea?" Hermione asked, trying not to sound disappointed.

"No! It was mine, I just asked him how to get here so I could surprise you."

"Oh, good." She sat down on the edge of the fountain. "That was really sweet of you, Ron, I know it's not your particular notion of fun."

"Well, how many Quidditch games have you sat through for me? And Harry, of course." He shrugged. "I reckon I could learn to like this business better than you've ever learned to like Quidditch. It's nice here."

Hermione turned her face up to the Bulgarian sun and closed her eyes. She felt Ron sit down beside her and take her hand. She squeezed his fingers.

"There's something I've been thinking about since all this business about Viktor's wedding started."

"I already said I'd marry you, Ron."

"I know, but this one has all the trappings, and bells and whistles and... rings."

Hermione opened her eyes curiously. Something was glittering in the sun. "Ron, is that...?"

"Well, I thought I should get you one. Something we can pass on do the granddaughters and such."

Hermione laughed and touched his hand to turn the small velvet box. "Ron, is that the one I saw the other day? I didn't even think you'd noticed me looking."

"Well, you know I like to keep an eye on you around Vicky."

She gave him an exaggerated pursing of her lips, but couldn't hold it. "Really, Ron, we were helping him shop for a good gift for his new wife."

"You were helping him shop. I was watching to see what you liked. Was I right? You liked this one?"

Hermione took it. It was small diamond, set in an intricate pattern of gold filagree, with tiny gryphons guarding the stone. When she'd first looked at it, she'd paid attention because she'd thought it strangely overdone... but now it was the most beautiful ring in the world. She loved each little gryphon fiercely. She kissed his cheek. "I'll like it even better on my finger. Will you do the honors?"
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sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: November 28th, 2009 08:03 am (UTC) (Link)

Best Line Award Goes to:

"Harry ran around in front of him, and held out his arms. Teddy took the last three steps and fell into him.

Ginny watched from the sidelines."


Babies!!! Old ladies wuvs babeeeeezzzz!!!!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 29th, 2009 05:16 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Best Line Award Goes to:

I like 'em more when they start to talk, but you know, they're still kind of cute when the conversation's not so fascinating. ;p
sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: November 29th, 2009 07:10 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Best Line Award Goes to:

Somebody brought a 3-month old to Thanksgiving; my mother and I agreed that it is very soothing to hold a non-psychotic baby. They're warm and snuggly and hypoallergenic (no dander...)

But Ginny watching, that's the kicker! Is she pregnant yet, or just thinking of quitting the Harpies?
at_upton From: at_upton Date: November 28th, 2009 09:42 am (UTC) (Link)
All three of these just melted my heart. Thanks so much for a lovely start to my Saturday.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 29th, 2009 05:16 am (UTC) (Link)
You're welcome.
thornyrose42 From: thornyrose42 Date: November 28th, 2009 12:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
Aww gosh that first one was just absolutely adorable. So so sweet. Have to say it made me tear up just a little bit.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 29th, 2009 05:17 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm glad you liked it. It took longer than the other two, just to get back in ficlet mode!
etain_antrim From: etain_antrim Date: November 28th, 2009 02:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
And Uncle Harry is off to a great start as godfather! Regulas was cute, too, as a proud new dad. Loved James, Sirius and Greyfur just being themselves (or as portraits, a shadow of themselves). Good for Ron actually managing to be romantic. Even if there's a tiny mistake or two in there, his heart is in the right place and Hermione appreciates that. Very nice! This will be a great holiday season for fiction!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 29th, 2009 05:18 am (UTC) (Link)
I think a bumbling guy who really pays attention and tries is much more romantic than a slick sort who tries to impress with the "usual suspects" like long stemmed roses and perfect settings and so on.
lollapulizer From: lollapulizer Date: November 28th, 2009 04:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you that was so adorable!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 29th, 2009 05:18 am (UTC) (Link)
You're welcome--thanks for the good start!
amamama From: amamama Date: November 28th, 2009 06:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ahhh. *happy sigh* What a perfect start to the weekend. First stacking firewood, then relaxing with tea and ficlets. Perfect! loved Harry with Teddy, and Ginny's reminiscing of how it was to have six older brothers. Regulus sounds like a standard new father - a complete mess! LOL And then Ron being romantic with Hermione. *g* Loved how her judgment of the ring went from being strangely overdone to the most beautiful ring in the world. That's just the way it is, isn't it? Thanks, Fern!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 29th, 2009 05:19 am (UTC) (Link)
It really is that way, isn't it? There are so many things that maybe not everyone would consider great, but which are given with love, so...
malinbe From: malinbe Date: November 28th, 2009 09:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, they were all incredibly sweet. Loved them!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 29th, 2009 05:19 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks!
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fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 29th, 2009 05:20 am (UTC) (Link)
Hope so. Though with the numbers of requests, it'll conceivably be longer than a month!
maz333 From: maz333 Date: November 28th, 2009 11:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
"Well, Bill says you might think about letting him keep crying until he picks himself up as well." Harry gave her a horrified look and patted Teddy's back. She smiled.

Best. Line. Ever.

I am not a huge H/G fan, but you write them so well that I can't help but like them at least a little.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 29th, 2009 05:22 am (UTC) (Link)
I'm not a big H/G fan, either (knew it was coming, since the foreshadowing wasn't very subtle, so I didn't invest anything in any other ship, either--I think I'd have liked her better if she'd stayed a little shy and not gone all Little Miss Popular on us), but I'm a big Harry fan, and he ends up with Ginny, and I want him to be happy, ergo when it comes to H/G, my philosophy is from Tim Gunn--"Make it work!"
maz333 From: maz333 Date: November 29th, 2009 06:14 pm (UTC) (Link)
No, the foreshadowing was definitely not anything resembling subtle. Ah, well. At least Tim Gunn gave us a very useful philosophy!
barbara_the_w From: barbara_the_w Date: November 30th, 2009 08:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
And yet, people missed it.
Which was always kind of wierd to me....I had thoughts of "It Happened One Night" and other Haynes Commission Era films from the get-go.
hungrytiger11 From: hungrytiger11 Date: November 29th, 2009 12:24 am (UTC) (Link)
All three of these are wonderful, but you know, I think my favorite had to be the Ginny/harry with tiny Teddy. it is not a perfect/normal situation, to be be (at least somewhat) responsible for some little person so young and you have your characters handle that realisitically with differing, changing feels and with love.

Also, Ron is adorable. His attempts make it sweet than a perfectly pulled off moment could ever be, because he is doing it all himself and trying so hard!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 29th, 2009 05:26 am (UTC) (Link)
I think that, too. If a guy took the time to notice what I was looking at and then went back to get it, I'd definitely take it as a sign of devotion!
From: severely_lupine Date: November 29th, 2009 04:00 am (UTC) (Link)
Lovely. The bit with Regulas was especially cute. And the last one was sweet.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: November 29th, 2009 05:26 am (UTC) (Link)
Daddies with babies. Le sigh.
lorelei_lynn From: lorelei_lynn Date: November 30th, 2009 01:53 am (UTC) (Link)
Loved all three, but the first was my favorite!
sonetka From: sonetka Date: November 30th, 2009 03:41 am (UTC) (Link)
Thank you so much! I loved all of them, but Regulus especially :). I loved how he was freaking out over the baby's heartbeat being so fast - that's so New Dad. He'll probably spend the next month tensing up every time he picks the baby up because OMG No Neck Control I Will Break Him!
harriet_wimsey From: harriet_wimsey Date: December 1st, 2009 05:24 am (UTC) (Link)
I clicked on your "continued from" link to find it was my old request! It's like an extra present.

The bit with the ring reminds me of something my uncle told me over Thanksgiving. He owns the family jewelry store, and a man came in to buy an engagement ring. For some reason it wasn't ready in time, but they had some napkin holders made to look like giant diamond rings in stock, so he loaned the man one of those to use. Of course, then the girlfriend wanted to keep the gag ring, since it now had sentimental value, so the man had to come back and buy the whole set!
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