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Batch 2: After the War (2) - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Batch 2: After the War (2)
Could I request an older Harry with his extended family - kids, grandkids, nieces, nephews, Teddy's family etc. I love your family ficlets most, you write them so well and so in character and it's lovely to see Harry so happy and contented surrounded by the people he loves most. for Anon

Teddy and Victoire had long ago planted a garden on Screech Hill, where the Shrieking Shack had once stood, with a tree for every child born in the family. It was a good place for picnics--the children loved to go find their trees. Harry took a seat under Abbott Longbottom's tree (it was a silver fir, and it had grown very quickly--Abbott was now twenty, and the tree towered towered over everything). Teddy dropped down beside him (under Abbott's sister Allie's tree), and said, "Happy birthday."

There was no time to even say "Thank you," as the children had now all greeted their trees and descended on him, whooping wildly. James and Ruth's older son, Finny, was waving a fallen branch like a sword, and Teddy's son Raymond grabbed another to duel him.

Teddy's thirteen-year-old twins, Julia and Polly, dropped down on either side of Harry. He put his arms around them. "And what are the pair of you looking for?"

Julia held up one hand and counted to three on her fingers, and they leaned in and kissed his cheeks simultaneously. "Happy birthday, Uncle Harry!" Polly said.

Harry mussed their hair, and watched Teddy roll his eyes.

The adults made their way over, some Conjuring chairs. Rosie and Oyuun were visiting from Ulanbataar with their baby, Solongo, and Rosie was cooing in Mongolian whilst she nursed. Oyuun was trying to teach Ron a few words, and Hermione was surreptitiously trying to re-organize the nappy bag. Lily and Reg sat down on Harry's left side (under Orry's tree), and Hugo sprawled out on the ground in front of them. Ginny and Jane were trying to get baby Stephen calmed down, while Al directed traffic and Summoned the food over from the shop. James finally managed to corral his younger son, Rufus, and came over. Ruth was still at work--there'd been a nasty explosion in Diagon Alley yesterday, and she'd had to force Harry himself to take the day off.

Finny won his duel with Ray and hooted in victory, then looked for someone new to engage. "Granddad!" he called, pointing the branch at Harry. "En garde!"

Harry laughed. "I don't think I'd last long, Fin."

"Besides," James said, "Granddad's on the same side as you are. So is everyone else here, so maybe it's time to stop dueling them."

Teddy snorted back a laugh--James had, of course, spent most of his childhood dueling anything that moved.

Finny shrugged, and began to wave the branch like a conductors' baton instead. The twins got up to play with that idea, singing on his command.

"They do that a lot?" Hugo asked. (Since his niece had come, he'd been full of questions about children.)

"Until they get bored with it," Teddy said.

"I can't imagine just doing what my cousins told me to do," Hugo said.

"I know," James muttered.

"You always do what I tell you," Lily said.

"That's because you're bossy. It's less trouble."

"Wait'll you get married," Reg told him. "You'll be spending a lot of time doing as you're told."

Lily elbowed him in the ribs, then settled comfortably into the crook of his arm.

"I'm not marrying anyone bossy. Between you and Rosie, I have enough bossiness in my life."

"Ah, but that's how it works," Lily told him. "It's what you're used to. It's inevitable. I think the reason you're not married yet is that you just haven't found anyone bossy enough for you. Pity Ruth doesn't have a sister."

"Hey!" James said.

"I think Hugo will find someone quite nice," Mira said, coming from her tree, where she'd been checking on the foliage. "He just needs time."

There were many smirks at this--Mira had developed an obvious crush on Hugo over the past few months, and she was not subtle about it. She rarely was--she had also had crushes on Abbott Longbottom, Scorpius Malfoy, and three of the young musicians in Donzo McCormack's school. She was nearly of age, but unlike Teddy, she was quite flighty about her crushes.

Orry morphed his face to match hers, and batted his eyes behind her back. She apparently didn't need to see this, as she made a rude gesture without looking.

"That's enough," Teddy said. "It's Uncle Harry's birthday. Talk to him instead of teasing each other."

Harry laughed. "Oh, no. I'm quite enjoying this..."

something with Harry and Molly pretty immediately post DH - do they talk about Bellatrix, Ginny, R&H, the dinner menu?? all of the above? for Anon

Harry was sitting at the edge of the pond, tossing stones out across it. Molly watched him at it for a while, not sure if he wanted company. Sometimes, boys just wanted to have a good rock-toss. After ten minutes, though, she decided to go out. Maybe he did just want a quiet rock-toss, but given everything he'd been through, she thought it was more likely that he was in pain. He'd been stubbornly quiet about what he was going through, insisting on deferring to the family's grief about Fred, but anyone could see the weight on the poor boy's shoulders. Arthur had been discreetly keeping people away from him, and Molly had been keeping him fed, but it was time to take a more active role. Fred would not appreciate it if he became an excuse to let Harry be.

Molly smiled to herself. Fred would most likely be the first one out there. He'd probably charm a gnome to sing Harry a ridiculous serenade. And it would make Harry laugh.

Molly didn't didn't think she could go that far, but she could at least have a go at making things better somehow. She set the dishes to washing themselves, took off her apron, and went down to the pond. She sat down beside him and said, "You'll run out of rocks at his rate."

He turned, gave her a faint smile, then turned away as the smile faded.

She said, "You can talk to me, Harry. I know how much you've lost. And I... well, I had a long talk with Remus about you last year, and we promised--that is to say--" It was the wrong thing. Harry's face twisted up with pain at the mention of Remus's name. "I'm sorry."

"No. I-- I wish I could talk to him, you know. That's all." For a long time, Harry didn't say anything else, then he sighed. "I'm meeting Teddy tomorrow. My godson."

"I'm glad."

"I don't know what to say to Andromeda. What is there to say to her?"

"Nothing at all," Molly said. "So just be yourself."

"I think she's afraid I'll try to take the baby. She looked at me at... at the... you know... when I asked about him. She looked like she was about to duel me right then and there." He sighed again. "I'm seventeen years old. What am I going to do with a baby? I wouldn't know where to start. I don't know where to start. But I have to. Lupin believed in me. And Tonks. I have to... what do I say?"

"To Andromeda?"

"To the baby," Harry said. He looked up, quite genuinely baffled. "I really don't know. I've never--" He shook his head. "Do you know, I've never even been in the same room with a baby? What do you talk about?"

Molly laughed, surprising herself with the sound of it. She hadn't laughed since that horrible night at Hogwarts. "Oh, Harry, that's simple. Babies are marvelous listeners. You can say just about anything. Well, nothing too troubling, you don't know what they remember. But you could tell him about a surprise you're planning for Ginny, or what sort of day you've had. You could read to him from the Quidditch reports."

"Babies like Quidditch?"

"Babies like your voice. They don't know the words yet. I took quite a few QuikSpell courses when my children were small. You'd be amazed how much they heard about cooking charms and home defense. The secret is saying it softly, making it sound like you're telling a wonderful story."

"So, I won't need to say 'coo-coo' or whatnot?"

"Oh, you'll find yourself saying that anyway. I promise. You won't even be thinking about it, and you'll be saying, 'Who's the most beautiful little boy?' and things of that nature."

Harry looked horrified.

Molly put her arm around his shoulders and gave them a squeeze. "You'll be fine, Harry."

"But all I had when I was small was Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon! What if I act like that?"

"They're not all you had. You had your imagination, didn't you? You imagined your parents as you needed them. Now, just be what you imagined."

Harry bit his lip. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely." She stood up and offered him her hand. "Come inside then," she said. "Give me a bit of a hand with supper. I could use the company."

After a moment, he got up and followed her in.

How about something with Luna and Draco? Personally, I like to think they're cousins or something (since their families seem to have similar appearances) and no one knows about it because Luna never thought to mention it and Draco would rather die than admit it, but if that doesn't work for you, then just something with the two of them interacting, any time period. for Anon

I don't really see them as cousins much closer than any other two pure-bloods in England, but I can certainly give them a scene. They do have some pretty intense shared memories.

"You're here about the peacocks?" Draco repeated, eying Luna Lovegood with disbelief.

She smiled airily. "Yes. I remember seeing them when I was brought here before. They seem very interesting. May I ask you about them?"


"Oh, I'm sorry--are they still here? I suppose you may have lost some of your things in the trials..."

"No. No, not really. Not things like that." Draco said, still not sure what to make of the visit. Was she trying to see if the family really had got off as easily as everyone said? Had Potter sent her to see if all of the Dark Magic artifacts were really gone?

"Oh. Well, if they're still here, may I see them? I only a got very small glimpse when the Snatchers brought me."

Draco blinked at her, then opened the gate. "If you'd like."

She stepped inside, then looked around with vague interest, like she was visiting some historical battleground, not a place where she'd been held prisoner--beaten, tortured, and constantly threatened with Greyback's company (Draco wasn't sure why that threat had never been acted on; he supposed Aunt Bellatrix must have forbidden it, since Luna was a pure-blood and it wouldn't have been proper). Draco had heard her screaming more than once, and he knew that she'd seen things the outside world only suspected having happened here.

"Your grounds are quite nice," she said. "You're not far from Stonehenge here, are you?"

"No, it's quite close."

"Mm. My father says that Stonehenge wasn't really built by Merlin."

"Well, it is questionable..."

"He says that it grew out of the earth when the giants planted seeds from the mountains."

All Draco could think to say was, "Oh."

She looked at him mildly, and blinked her large eyes.

"Oh," he said. "The peacocks, right." He led her toward the barns. The birds didn't exactly live there, but they usually returned to the vicinity, to eat seeds left behind by the other animals. One was standing beside the manger. It looked up and tilted its head. "There you are," he said. "This one is the biggest."

"Does he have a name?"

"No, we didn't name them."


"We're not really sentimental."

Luna nodded. "Well, I shall call him Gershom." She looked at Draco like he ought to understand, then seemed to realize that he didn't. "It means 'stranger' in Hebrew. He seems like a stranger here. Was he born here?"

"I think so."

"Do you have albino peahens as well, then? Do you breed them?"

"They were my grandfather's hobby," Draco said. "Father took them over. He was never quite as dedicated. The flock is smaller now."

"It must be difficult, keeping them pure."

"Well, there aren't really any other peafowl around for them, so..." Draco winced. He'd never thought about the peacocks in terms of pure-bloodedness until now. An image of Luna, tied up in the room under the parlor, flashed through his mind. She was looking at him steadily, and suddenly he understood that she knew exactly what he was remembering. Hot anger came up. "What are you here for?" he asked. "And don't tell me about peacocks. What do you want?"

"I really did come to see them," she said. "They're quite beautiful. I can see why you wanted to protect them."

"I don't care about the damned birds."

"I saw you stop Greyback from hurting one of them," she said. "I couldn't see everything, but I heard you yelling at him and I saw it through the window. You told him he'd have to kill you."

Draco frowned. He had absolutely no memory of doing any such thing, but so much of that nightmare time was a blur. "I think you might have imagined that," he said. "You were, well--"

"Tied up and bleeding," she said calmly. "But I know what I saw. You stood up and said he wasn't allowed near the bird. That he couldn't touch it anymore."

"I really don't remember."

"I do," Luna said. "Only... perhaps it wasn't the bird you told him not to touch." She smiled faintly, then turned back to Gershom the peacock.
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starnightmuse From: starnightmuse Date: December 13th, 2011 09:18 am (UTC) (Link)

these were.... interesting

my favorite one was the first one.
it warmed my heart that harry has such an extensive family who are happy and healthy and obviously love him so much. quite numerous as well, no wonder they do the birthday at Screech Hill, as i'm positive such a LARGE group of people wouldn't really fit in any of the other places. (including Grimmauld place).

I admiy, i'm curious- outside of Teddy's kids, is there a particular reasoning for each of the names of the other next gen kids?

also rosie married an African wizard? that's an interesting scenario....

the luna and draco malfoy one was very, very interesting to read. kind of chilling too, since, I know it happened but my mind never got around completely on the fact that luna was also tortured. i'm even more impress the experience didn't changed her much, and I hope it is the same case as in canon.

also i get some weird, dark humor? amusement at seeing Draco so paranoid about people wanting/thinking the worst in him. i don't blame him, since he did got that reputation for a reason, even if he went throught things even he disagreed with but couldn't pull out off (the things that happened in the manor for example)

and i find it sweet and hilarious how luna seems to be trying to Bond with draco, but she seems to do that with most people she meets.

good batch fern
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 13th, 2011 02:50 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: these were.... interesting

I admiy, i'm curious- outside of Teddy's kids, is there a particular reasoning for each of the names of the other next gen kids?

Well, James's are named after Phineas Nigellus (James likes the old guy) and Rufus Scrimgeour. I imagine poor Al, after being saddled with "Albus Severus" his whole life, will deliberately name his kids something that's unrelated to anyone. Lily and Reg go with the star names. Rosie and Oyuun (he's Mongolian, not African) gave their daughter a Mongolian name. (I picked it off a popular name list; we'll say it's Oyuun's mother's name.)
malinbe From: malinbe Date: December 13th, 2011 02:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
The last one was particularly interesting. Well, Luna usually is.

Thank you!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 13th, 2011 02:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
You're welcome. That turned out more interesting to think about than I initially thought it would be.
sgt_majorette From: sgt_majorette Date: December 13th, 2011 04:23 pm (UTC) (Link)
Is there a genealogy somewhere for your 'verse? Is Scorpius by himself?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 13th, 2011 04:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
I have one stashed away someplace, and I've been actually making one on ancestry.com (only to discover, via their "hints" feature, that I'm definitely not the only one using it for that).

Scorpius, in my 'verse, has a sister, Columba, called Coco.
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etain_antrim From: etain_antrim Date: December 13th, 2011 07:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
These are terrific. I especially enjoyed the third one -- Luna is so odd and yet also so very wise and you captured that beautifully.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 15th, 2011 05:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
I like Luna. She's very distinctive, and never reacts the "expected" way to anything.
reannanshaw From: reannanshaw Date: December 14th, 2011 02:11 am (UTC) (Link)
Ah, so does that mean Al ends up marrying Moth (that's Jane, right?)?

I love Harry's look of horror at the idea of baby talk.

Oh goodness, I love Luna. Well played.
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 14th, 2011 03:28 am (UTC) (Link)

I thought Fern had made that obvious?

seemed to be obvious.

(Our Dear Al is not hooking up with No stinking Malfoy no matter how the crazy fangirls think so)

lorelei_lynn From: lorelei_lynn Date: December 14th, 2011 02:27 am (UTC) (Link)
I really liked the one with Harry and Molly. After defeating Voldie, Harry's fear of meeting a BABY is quite funny. And Molly had exactly the right things to say.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 15th, 2011 06:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
Well, Voldemort could express himself and understand Harry's heroic speeches. That makes him less alien. ;p
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 14th, 2011 11:21 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, these are brilliant - thank you for the first especially, since I requested it! :D It's lovely to see Harry so happy in his later life, with everyone he loves most.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 15th, 2011 06:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
Glad you liked your request! I like happy Harry. Harry deserves to be happy.
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 15th, 2011 11:09 am (UTC) (Link)
did you burned out?

or you take breaks between these?

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 15th, 2011 02:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
I just had a couple of busy days. :D
sidealong From: sidealong Date: December 15th, 2011 02:36 pm (UTC) (Link)

coo coo or whatnot

I loved the "coo coo or whatnot" line! I laughed. Could you just write book 8 for us, pretty please? (a girl can dream...) Love the Luna and Draco dialogue. I can really picture it happening.

In canon Luna doesn't have the white blonde hair of Evana Lynch and Draco Malfoy. She's got dirty blonde, I believe.

These are so fun, Fern. Thanks so so much for writing these.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 15th, 2011 05:48 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: coo coo or whatnot

At the rate my long stories have been crashing and burning lately, I don't want to jump into one. But I might some Year Eight one-shots. I kind of liked the challenge last year with the girls at school.
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