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Sigh... - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Blah. Getting bored with everything I'm writing. I haven't called for challenges since, what, Christmas? So... anyone want me to write anything of a drabblish nature?

EDIT: Must sleep! I'll get to the rest tomorrow. Lovely fun... thanks for the suggestions!

EDIT 2: Done so far

A Remus-Arthur story, for gunderpants
Lily and the Marauders for coralia13
Ted and Andromeda at Hogwarts, for dudley_doright and hermia7
A fourth-year Hannah Abbot story for lexie_b
Luna and Harry post-HBP, for singingtopsy
Harry witnesses something he oughtn't, for andreanna
Bilbo Baggins, for akilika
A Buffy/HP crossover, for riah_chan
Tonks doing something that makes her happy, for lilacsigil
Regulus as a kid, for gehayi
An Anakin/Padmé story from I'm Your What?, for moonspinner
Ginny realizes Harry likes her, for beaustylo
A sympathetic Snape scene, for modestyrabnott
A Daniel Morse (Shifts) story, for TDU
Young Minerva, for velvetmouse


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From: gunderpants Date: May 19th, 2006 04:28 am (UTC) (Link)
Actually, a Remus & Arthur gen drabble? Cos Arthur is just adorable.
From: gunderpants Date: May 19th, 2006 04:28 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks very much for the offer, btw!
coralia13 From: coralia13 Date: May 19th, 2006 04:31 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I love it when you do this! I'd love anything with Remus and Lily in it. Or really anything to do with the Marauders and Lily. Yay. :D
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: May 19th, 2006 05:10 am (UTC) (Link)
Hmmm, let's see.


Lily took a handful of floo powder from Tom at the Leaky Cauldron, tossed it into the public fireplace, and said, "Lupins'!" She had no idea where she would end up, precisely--she had never visited Remus at home before--but when she tripped from the flagstone kitchen hearth, she knew she was in the right place, and would have even if Remus's frayed trainers hadn't ended up right under her nose. The wooden table was battered and the decorations sparse, but there were tattered books on every available surface, and original drawings fixed to the wall with a Sticking Spell.

She stood and brushed herself off, and only when she lifted her head did she notice that Remus wasn't standing alone.

She sighed. "You're all here?"

"It's a party!" James Potter said. "Congratulations on being a prefect, and all that."

"I didn't know they were coming," Remus said. "They showed after I sent the owl to you. I didn't think I'd catch you before you left." He smiled. "You're invited, of course. You're a prefect, too."

"You sound like you're apologizing for us, Moony!" Sirius Black said, painting a look of mock indignation on his face as he used the nickname Lily had never understood. Of all of them, Remus Lupin was the least "moony."

"I am apologizing for you," Remus said. "I didn't warn Lily about a prat invasion."

Peter Pettigrew laughed. "Like she shouldn't expect us by now!"

"Food!" James said. "I came bearing food! Lots of it! The house elves have been working their little fingers off. So watch for bits of house elf fingers in the cake." He set a small basket down on the table and looked at his watch. "Four, three, two..." The basket suddenly expanded and opened, and the table was laden with sweets and snacks. A large cake said, "For King Moony." James grinned at Lily and shrugged. "I didn't realize you were coming, or I'd have had them bake a second cake. It would say, 'For the prettiest prefect in school history.'"

Lily sighed and sat down. "Really, Potter... Remus is nice and all that, but I'm sure there've been prettier prefects in the last thousand years. His elbows are altogether too scabby for the evening gown competition."

Remus snorted laughter, and the five of them sat down to the festive food. James, as usual, found it necessary to spend the whole time performing for her, and she caught herself nearly laughing at his antics once or twice. She stopped herself; he didn't need that kind of encouragement.

After they'd finished, Remus leaned over to James and whispered something urgently, and a foreign expression--seriousness--crossed James's face for a moment, then he stood up and said, "All right--Remus and Lily get to skip clean up, as it's their party. We'll get this place together. You two go on and talk about Very Important Prefect matters in the living room." He marshalled Sirius and Peter, who made a show of obeying him in military fashion, and Remus smiled nervously and led Lily into the next room.

"Lily, I... I have something to tell you."

Her heart sped up, just a little bit. His mouth was twitching in a nervous kind of way, and she wondered if he was planning to ask her out. She didn't think he would tell James if he was, but still... it was possible. He was nervous enough. "What is it?"

"Well, I... we're going to be spending a lot of time together this year. And I need to... well you need to know something... Something I should tell you before..."

She leaned in. "What is it?"

He gulped. "Do you know why they call me 'Moony'?"
dudley_doright From: dudley_doright Date: May 19th, 2006 04:32 am (UTC) (Link)
if you could do anything with Ted and/or Andi in Hogwarts, that'd be awesome

thanks! =)
hermia7 From: hermia7 Date: May 19th, 2006 04:51 am (UTC) (Link)
I was going to ask for this too! Or Ted and Andi early in their marriage? I love them.
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From: lexie_b Date: May 19th, 2006 04:36 am (UTC) (Link)
a Hannah Abbot drabble maybe in third or fourth year? :) There's nowhere near enough Hannah fic.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: May 19th, 2006 05:50 am (UTC) (Link)
Hannah froze, horrified, as the ink spilled across her star chart, drowning the moons of Jupiter in thick black goo.

"Hannah!" Ernie said. "Your ink!" He waved his wand and said something--she could never remember spells when she wasn't being tested on them!--and the ink pulled itself up from the paper and hung in the air for a moment. Justin did a spell to dry it, then batted it away toward the fireplace, where it shattered into black dust.

"Oh," she said. "Right. Oh, I don't know what I'm doing anyway! Stupid thing!" She batted the chart across the table, and it landed on the floor with a crumpling sound.

Justin picked it up. "Hannah, this is perfectly fine. The only problem is your scale being a bit off between Mars and Jupiter."

"I can't remember any of those asteroids."

"You don't need the asteroids."

"You never know what you'll need. That's what Moody says. He says I'll be in trouble if anyone ever comes after me, because I can't remember anything."

Ernie frowned. "Honestly, Hannah, I can't imagine a situation where knowing the names of the asteroids would be of any use in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"But you don't know." Hannah took the chart from Justin and slammed it back down on the table, determined to name everything in it. Moody had called her in particularly, and she'd looked forward to it--everyone said Moody was wonderful when he talked to them. But he'd frightened her. He'd said it was just for her own good, because slow and stupid girls would only get themselves killed, and he'd shown her pictures of several people who had died, mostly married couples where one person was a Muggle ("And you're hardly more!"), and she'd had nightmares, because she never could keep up, and--

"That one's Europa," Justin said, pointing at a moon of Jupiter, where her quiill was hovering. "You got it right. Don't cross it out."

Hannah stared dully at it.

Of course.

She didn't even know when she was right.
singingtopsy From: singingtopsy Date: May 19th, 2006 04:47 am (UTC) (Link)
How about a Luna and Harry interaction sometime after HBP? This is fun, fun, fun!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: May 19th, 2006 06:02 am (UTC) (Link)
Harry was alone at Number Four, Privet Drive, packing his few belongings, when Luna Lovegood appeared at the door, her protruding eyes wide and a cream-colored invitation grasped in one hand.

He looked at her curiously. "'Lo, Luna. I, er... come in. I... I'm packing... I don't... why are you here?"

"I've been invited to Bill Weasley's wedding," she said.

"Of course you have. He knows you practically carried Ginny out of the Ministry."

She nodded in a distracted way. "I talked to Fleur a bit when she was staying at Hogwarts as well. But... but my father can't go. He has an interview with the American Secretary of Magical Affairs. He's working with Rufus Scrimgeour, you know."

Harry just nodded, as he usually did when Luna brought up what he assumed was a conspiracy. "Well," he said, "you won't be alone. I think Neville's going."

"He's going with... er..." Luna looked miserable.

"With Ginny?" Harry asked, feeling ill.

"Well, you told her you wouldn't go with her! Because of something, you know... noble and all! And she has to dance with someone. She's in the wedding. So she's going with Neville, and I'm not going with anyone and I don't suppose I could go with you? As a friend, of course, as we went to Slughorn's party. I'll even dye my eyebrows, if you like."

"No, please." Harry ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know, Luna. I mean, Voldemort might go after anyone he sees me with."

She frowned. "In that case, you might as well go with Ginny. I mean, if you're going to be at the wedding anyway."

"It's not that simple..."

"Right." Luna sighed. "Well, I-- I suppose it was just a thought. Ginny said I might ask you--she doesn't want you coming with a stranger, if you ask me. But she said I could ask someone else as well. Colin Creevey, maybe." She turned and started to walk down the path dejected.

Harry ran out and caught up with her. "You don't have to dye your eyebrows," he said. "I'll wear something that matches blonde."
andreanna From: andreanna Date: May 19th, 2006 05:04 am (UTC) (Link)
Harry witnesses something he oughtn't. :3
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: May 19th, 2006 03:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
Harry looked around the small bedroom he'd lived in for the past six summers, not feeling anything much at all. Everything he owned was in his trunk, and the bed was made. He'd laundered the sheets, vacuumed the carpet, and dusted, for reasons he couldn't quite pin down.

Ron and Hermione were due in twenty minutes, and Ron had promised to fix the floorboard. Harry was going to do it himself, but he was still two weeks short of legal age, and Hermione had reminded him that the last thing he needed this year was a Ministry inquiry about (barely) underage magic. So Ron would fix the floorboard and send his trunk ahead, and Hermione would side-along Apparate both of them in turn back to the Burrow.

Harry sighed and picked the vacuum cleaner, taking it back to the cupboard under the stairs where it now lived under his old bed. He shoved it back as far as he could. The bed was now piled up with old Christmas decorations and the little table where he'd once done his homework was gone. He had to hunch now just to get to where it had been.

He tried to imagine himself as the boy who had lived here for ten years, and couldn't quite do it. That boy was gone.

He pulled the door shut, and peeked out between the slats, as he had done so often. The view was narrow and constricted. He couldn't see--


Uncle Vernon thumped into the room (Harry could see him up to his beefy shoulders), his fists on his hips.

"Petunia?" he called again. "Have you seen my..." His tone changed to one Harry never remembered hearing before. "Petunia, are you all right?"

"Fine," Aunt Petunia said from the living room. Her voice was strangely choked. There was a shuffling sound, and then Aunt Petunia appeared in Harry's field of view. Her eyes were puffy and red. She had something rectangular in her hand.

"Shh," Uncle Vernon said, and put his arms around her, something else Harry never remembered seeing him do. "It's almost over, Pet."

Aunt Petunia burst into great, braying sobs and leaned against him. Her hand went to her side, and Harry could see what she was holding now. It was an old framed photograph of two little girls, one blonde, one redheaded. Their arms were looped around one antoher's shoulders, and the redhead was kissing the blonde's cheek. They were smiling broadly. The blonde holding a bubble-wand, and the camera had caught a few shiny bubbles glittering in the sunlight.

Harry looked at this until Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia disappeared into the living room, then he quietly left the cupboard and went upstairs to wait for Ron and Hermione.
akilika From: akilika Date: May 19th, 2006 05:11 am (UTC) (Link)
Would you write me something about Bilbo Baggins? Something light-hearted would be a plus, but not necessary. :) Thank you; I'd appreciate it.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: May 19th, 2006 04:11 pm (UTC) (Link)
If there was one thing certain about Bilbo Baggins, it was that he always made a grand entrance, which was entirely unsuitable for a hobbit of his years. On the birth of his young cousin Meriadoc Brandybuck, he arrived at Brandy Hall with two dwarves and a wagon laden with toys. Most of these were much too big for a baby, but that was hardly a problem, as there were many older children around, including little Merry's fourteen-year-old orphaned cousin (also Bilbo's cousin), Frodo. Frodo happily jumped into the wagon and discovered a little wooden figure that danced on a board when you bounced it. He grinned. "Capital, Cousin Bilbo!" he said.

"I brought that one just for you," Bilbo told him. "I knew you'd like it. So where is this baby I've heard tell of?"

Frodo straightened up importantly, taking the toy in one hand. "He's inside." He smiled proudly. "He likes me."

"Is that so?"

Frodo nodded and led Bilbo into the Hall, through the twisting Burrows to the bright, open room which was the nursery. The baby was lying in a crib, goggling at motes of dust. Frodo went to him confidently and picked him up. Merry giggled. Frodo turned around to face Bilbo. "This is our honored cousin, Bilbo," he said. "Say hullo, Merry."

Merry just continued to goggle. Frodo picked up one of his hands and made him wave, which produced a spitty giggle.

Bilbo bowed. "I'm pleased to meet you, Cousin Merry."

Merry made a deep gurgling sound, then an intense look of concentration crossed his face, and Frodo wrinkled his nose. "Oh, that's nasty!" He put the baby back in the crib and picked up some new clouts from the bureau, then stared in puzzlement. "I don't know how to do this," he said after a moment, then looked at Bilbo. "Do you?"

Bilbo shook his head. "I never had a child." He took the clouts and frowned down at the squirming baby. "Which, by the way, is something I've been meaning to talk to you about..."
riah_chan From: riah_chan Date: May 19th, 2006 05:12 am (UTC) (Link)
How about a Angel or Buffy crossover with HP? (Because I've never actually seen a good one...)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: May 19th, 2006 04:35 pm (UTC) (Link)
I might do a whole story in this vein at some point, but short-short wise...



Rupert Giles didn't bother with the Ministry of Magic. The Council had been keeping a closer eye than usual on the inner workings of the British wizarding world since the murder of a young wizard last year (several had been in favor of bringing the new Slayer to England, but they'd been narrowly defeated in a vote, based mainly on the fact that a perfectly suitable force had been raised to defeat the dark wizard Voldemort without any assistance from the Council of Watchers, much to their annoyance). It had become increasingly clear that the Ministry was incompetent, and its members too concerned with their own political power to be of any use whatsoever. The likelihood of them honoring old agreements with the Council was practically nil, and Giles thought he stood even odds of simply being Obliviated if he approached Cornelius Fudge about access to the Hogwarts library. Until a week ago, it had seemed a lost cause, but there had been some sort of confrontation in the bowels of the Ministry, and Albus Dumbledore had been re-instated at Hogwarts. He wasn't precisely a friend of the Council--too many arguments about magical children who he believed ought to have been sent to Hogwarts instead of educated by the Council--but he was a good man and a sensible one, and Giles was glad for a chance to see him again before he left for California.

"You do realize," Dumbledore said, not looking up from his papers, "that, were you a Muggle as your father pretends, that all you would see here is a vast ruin."

Giles nodded. It was an old, old discussion. "I have a different responsibility, and any magical power I might possess isn't especially relevant to it."

Dumbledore looked up with a smile. "Yes, I suppose you do. What can I do for you, Rupert?"

"The British vampire community has shrunk considerably since the Ministry took a hard line on it. They've scattered. Many have gravitated to the various hellmouths..."

"That's true."

"I've been assigned to a new Slayer in California, above the Sunnydale hellmouth. The Council is, shall we say, reluctant to part with several volumes. I wonder if you would be willing to help me obtain them." He handed Dumbledore a list.

"Quite a collection," he said. "These are valuable books."

"I know. But your problems aren't with the demon world at present. And mine aren't with megalomaniac dark wizards rising from the dead. I assure you, if I find material that has a bearing on your conflict, I'd be happy to send it along."

"That won't be necessary, Rupert. The information I need about Tom Riddle is not to be found in any book." Dumbledore got up and went to his personal bookshelves, pulling volume after volume and sending them to his desk with a wave of his wand. "Be prepared," he said. "While the Council has its conflicts here in Britain with a refusal of identified magical children, the United States has a poor system for identification of such children. Don't expect things to be nearly as clear-cut in California, of all places." He finished his perusal of the shelves, and returned to his desk. "I believe this is all of them. Where do you need them sent?"
lilacsigil From: lilacsigil Date: May 19th, 2006 05:38 am (UTC) (Link)
If you're not worn out yet, how about Tonks doing something that makes her happy? Um, I mean that in a G-rated sense.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: May 19th, 2006 05:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
Tonks put her hand over her heart, exaggerating an expression of disbelief. "You've never been here? What kind of Muggles are your parents?"

Hermione Granger smiled sheepishly. "More the Harrods' type than the the Oxfam sort."

"Ah, the non-adventurous kind."

"They're dentists," Hermione said, looking curiously into the dusty window.

Ginny Weasley's face was already pressed against it, peering into the shop. She stood. "How do you find anything?"

Tonks waggled her eyebrows. "Magic, of course." They looked at her dubiously, and she shook her head. "Luck, luck, luck. Oh, come on. What kinds of Gryffindors are you?"

"Oh, good," Ginny said. "Insult Hermione's parents and our House. Good for you."

Tonks stuck out her tongue and led them inside. She was surprised Dumbledore had let them out of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, but since he had, she fully intended to give them a good girls' day. And, if anyone gave them trouble, she was well-prepared to defend them. She led them to a display of hats.

Ginny immediately dove in, ignoring the hats on mannequin heads and exploring the wooden bin pushed agains the wall. She bent over and nearly swam in it, coming up wearing a wide-brimmed straw sunhat with a bright polka-dot band. "I like it," she said, then reached in blindly and grabbed another, tossing it to Hermione. "Come on."

Hermione raised her eyebrows at the hat, which was bright pink, with a Disney figure's head coming out of the front and its tail coming out of the back. She winced, and put it on her head. Ginny clapped and went on to a box of scarves, which she begain tossing about like colorful streamers. Tonks caught one and tied it around her head, making a giant bow above her left temple.

"Accessories are fine," she said, then waved her arm at the rest of the store. "But here, my dear little sisters, is a whole new world of amusement." She grabbed a strange purple skirt from the end of the rack--it was made of what looked like layers upon layers of chiffon rags--and thrust it at Hermione. "Come on, now," she said. "Prove you're a Gryffindor..."
gehayi From: gehayi Date: May 19th, 2006 05:39 am (UTC) (Link)
What about a nice gen piece about Regulus as a kid?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: May 19th, 2006 06:44 pm (UTC) (Link)
Mum was in a right temper, and Regulus decided to just steer clear of her, and of the man with the funny mustache who was going through their things and frowning at them like they might bite him. He kept muttering things like, "You're just lucky this has historical status, Walburga," and Mum kept hissing that he was lucky he'd remembered to bring his little boy along, as she wouldn't want to frighten the child.

The little boy, maybe two years younger than Regulus, had wandered away first, apparently not liking his father's temper much more than Regulus liked his mother's. Regulus had followed him, but they hadn't talked, and now they were both in Mum's drawing room, still not talking.

The boy, who had straw-colored hair and freckles, was reading the family tree avidly, and suddenly clapped his hands. "There we are!" he said.

Regulus tipped his head. "Everyone's on there somewhere."

"We're right there!" the boy said, going up on his toes and pointing at a one or two away from Mum's. "That's my grandmother Charis Crouch!" He gaped. "They're second cousins!" He looked over his shoulder and said, "I'm Barty Crouch. We're cousins, too. Third ones."

"Everyone's cousins," Regulus said, nonplussed.

"Why is my father so angry?"


Barty started tracing the lines on the tree, a manic light on his face. "Oh, look... there's Yaxleys and Longbottoms and Burkes... "

Regulus, who had carefully cultivated disinterest in the tree since Sirius had had made a great point of how everybody was on it, so it hardly counted that they were related to anyone, perked his head up. "Well... there also, er... Macmillans, and I think some Potters, and oh!" He got up and went to the tree, following it back beyond his great-great grandfather and tracing a side line. "There are Fudges in here somewhere, I think..."

The two boys spent the rest of the afternoon tracing lines on the tree, looking for names they knew, and by the time Barty's father huffed in, disgusted at apparently not finding anything he could confiscate from his cousin, they'd wound long tales of how everyone's lives had worked out. Regulus waved to Barty as he left, ignoring their parents glares in one another's directions.
moonspinner From: moonspinner Date: May 19th, 2006 08:03 am (UTC) (Link)

sw drabble - pretty please?

I know you don't write them much again --- but could you write a drabble in the same 'verse as 'You're my what?' about Anakin and Padme's first kiss? The one he talked her into giving him on his 16th birthday?

I'd be very, very grateful!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: May 19th, 2006 07:42 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: sw drabble - pretty please?

Wow... ancient fanfic history! ;)

For those unfamiliar: The I'm Your What? universe was a round-robin from theforce.net forums. The premise was that, at the time of TPM, Maul triggered an event that sent Padmé's ship forward in time, where she, Anakin, and everyone else saw what happened. They all decided to conspire to make it different when they got back. In the second story, which was never finished, it turns out that they failed in fixing the timeline--instead, they created a secondary one, while the primary one still existed in a parallel dimension. Eventually, they had to rejoin the two. But this particular request comes from the backstory of the alternate timeline, in which Anakin, who remained in contact with Padmé, cajoled her into kissing him on his sixteenth birthday.

"I don't think so," Padmé said, rolling her eyes and going to the window of her Coruscant apartment. She'd finished her term as queen, and had honestly thought of skipping the senatorial assignment Leia had assured her she was supposed to have--it was both following the old path and irrelevant, as Palpatine had been arrested and exiled as soon as they'd gotten back and produced evidence of his plans--but in the end, she'd been bored, and Naboo had been attacked by pirates, and it had long since occurred to her that it couldn't exactly be harmful for her to be there to help Obi-Wan and Anakin avoid any unexpected pitfalls. Palpatine was, after all, still alive, and he'd still be looking for apprentices. She had read everything there was to know about the Sith, and there was no--

"Oh, come on," Anakin chided. "How are we ever going to get to the twins if you don't stop thinking of me as little Ani?"

"I hate to tell you this, but I think I thought of you as little Ani in the old universe, too."

He shook his head. "I think that may explain a great many things."

"Yes, of course. It's entirely my fault." She rolled her eyes. "Though I don't doubt that there are people who would say exactly that, corrupting a pure and untainted Temple Jedi as I apparently did."

"Yes, clearly, you're evil." He gave her an irritated frown, as he did every time she brought up the possibility that she had any responsibility at all for what happened to him. "Honestly, Padmé."

"If I promise you that I'm only saying what other people probably think and I blame the whole thing entirely on you, will you be happy?"

"Only if you kiss me to make up for it."

"You're not actually going to leave without a kiss, are you?"

"I'm sixteen. Come on. We've got to start sometime."

"A convincing argument."

He leaned toward her, and suddenly she was very aware of the smell of his skin and the warmth of his lips hovering close to her own. "I have a better one," he said.

And then the world was somehow full of him, and she let herself give in.
beaustylo From: beaustylo Date: May 19th, 2006 11:03 am (UTC) (Link)
Could you write a scene from Ginny's perspective in HBP when she realizes that Harry likes her?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: May 19th, 2006 10:43 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ginny supposed that if she'd ever had a desire to keep a diary again, she'd have noted today in it. It was the sort of thing you told any diary that wasn't actively trying to kill you. She could almost feel herself writing it.

Dear diary, whose name is emphatically not Tom, Harry LOOKED AT ME!

No, really, he did, and not in that, have-you-seen-Ron-and-Hermione-lately way he's been doing up to now. I was kissing Dean in the corridor and Harry and Ron walked in on us, and Ron lost his temper, but Harry... he just turned

Of coure, dear diary-who-is-not-Tom, it should be noted that this occurred
while I was kissing my actual boyfriend. Who is a very, very nice boy, and it would be hurtful of me to...

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm fifteen. I was never going to marry Dean anyway. Why shouldn't I be happy that someone else thinks I'm...

Harry thinks...

But at that point, her mental diary entry ended, because she didn't dare put it into words yet, and she felt horribly guilty whenever her brain insisted on throwing Dean back into her face.

She was alone in her dormitory, so when someone knocked on the door, she answered it. It was Hermione, and she was grinning broadly.

"Interesting way Harry was looking at you," she said without preliminaries.

Ginny smiled, her face aching from it, her mind trying to toss guilt in the way of it. She giggled and handed Hermione a tin of biscuits. They sat down on the floor of the fifth year dormitory, wrapping themselves in quilts to ward off the chill, and leaned conspiratorially toward each other.

"Now," Ginny said, "about certain others who might be slow on the uptake..."
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modestyrabnott From: modestyrabnott Date: May 19th, 2006 12:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
anything portraying a sympathetic snape
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: May 19th, 2006 11:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
One more year, Severus thought, straightening his shoulders and facing straight ahead as he pushed into the crowd outside of his grammar school. Dad insisted that he learn this Muggle rubbish--"No son of mine is going to grow up knowing nothing but wand-waving nonsense. Maths! Reading! History! That's what a boy needs!"

Mum had done her best to get him to relent, but he'd insisted. She'd managed to prevail when he'd tried to force Severus to play football in the streets, but Severus rather suspected that it was because he was embarrassed by the one game he'd watched, when the ball had flown squarely inot Severus's nose, knocking him to the ground. On the matter of school, there was no embarrassment. Severus didn't see any need for Muggle rubbish, but it was quite easy, and he certainly wouldn't accept less than the highest marks for himself. The other boys called him many names, but they never called him stupid. He made certain of that.

"Oo!" Henry Cunningham called out, then exaggerated a lisp that Severus had lost by the time he was eight. "It'th Theveruth Thnape!"

Severus glared at him, then sat down on the bench beside the door, his books stacked neatly on his lap.

Something zoomed by his face and hit the wall, and he looked down to see a pebble rolling away from him. He refused to look in Henry's direction.

"Theveruth, Theveruth..."

"You there!" a sharp voice intervened. "How many times do I have to give you demerits?"

Miss Thompson patted Severus's shoulder nervously. She'd set herself up as his protector, but she was frightened of him, had been since the day another of his tormentors, Laurence Campbell, had abruptly turned purple and started speaking an unintelligible language made of grunts and growls. The magic had been reversed and everyone Obliviated, but not all Muggles were stupid, and Miss Thompson knew that something had happened, and she'd been scared. Severus felt bad about this. She was the only one in the place that he liked.

She sat down on the bench beside him and gave him a nervous smile. "Your mother has told me that you won't be going to the local comprehensive next year," she said. "She said you'd be attending a fine school in Scotland."

"Yes, Miss."

"That will be good for you. You'll do well with other talented children."

"No I won't."

"Of course you will. What a silly thing to say. Why shouldn't you?"

"People don't like me." Severus squared his jaw. "I don't care, though."

"It's all right to care, you know."

Severus didn't answer.

After a few minutes, Miss Thompson went back inside.
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From: (Anonymous) Date: May 19th, 2006 01:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
I'm sorry it's late (blame the time difference with Australia) but I'd love another Daniel Morse drabble. What I'd really like is something about when he realises Remus is Mr Lewis or Remus realises who he is, or both, or something.

fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: May 20th, 2006 12:17 am (UTC) (Link)
"Get them to the cave!" Mira shouted, pushing the two children into Daniel's arms. They were burning with fever. "I have to see if there are any other survivors."

"Mira, I--"

"Go, Daniel!"

He went, running through the underbrush toward the hillside cave. The children didn't speak English, but there was nothing unintelligible in their screams... except for the word "Nundu! Nundu!"

He stumbled into the cave and pushed them toward the back, and turned to look for Mira, and that was when he saw the biggest leopard he'd ever encountered, bounding silently after them, far away now, but coming closer, closer...

There was a sudden popping in the air, and Mira was in front of him, her face white and frantic.


"We have to get out of here," she said.

"But you said..."

"It's still here! It's coming! I can't control it by myself, it takes hundreds..."

She gulped for air, then closed her eyes and seemed to make a decision. Deliberately, she reached down and picked up one of the children and then...


Daniel blinked. She had tried to tell him she could do things he didn't suspect; she had showed him a thing or two along the way, things she said she wasn't supposed to show him, but this... she hadn't ever done anything so obvious and


She was back, panting. "Transcontinental side-along," she said. "I've got to be out of my damned mind." She took the other child and disappeared again.

Daniel shook his head. Beyond the cave, the leopard was coming closer and closer. He drew back.


"All right," Mira said. "Come on."

"What are you talking about? Where are the... the, er..."

"They're with my dad, and we will be, too." She cast a glance over her shoulder and screamed. "It's too close. Daniel, you can't fight me. They were almost unconscious, but I can't... you... I've done this twice and I'm tired! You have to let me take you."

"But I--"

There was a huge roar, and Mira rushed forward, tackling him back against the wall. "We have to go! Do you trust me, Daniel?"

He looked at her frantic face, her light hazel eyes, her high forehead, her bow-mouth. "Yes," he said. "I trust you."

"Hold onto my arm," she said, and then the world squeezed shut on him, pushing him inward, pushing him through nothingness, and then something cold and wet was slapping against him. He'd fallen into the mud somehow. Mira let go of him and rolled away, panting.

Someone said, in a familiar voice that Daniel couldn't place, "Mira, are you all right?"

"Fine," she said. "I'm fine, Daddy. Are the children?"

"Your grandmother's treating them."

"Is Daniel...?"

A large hand landed on Daniel's shoulder and turned him around. It took a moment for his eyes to focus, let alone process what they were seeing. If he had been any less tired and disoriented, he never would have made the connection, as twenty years logically should have changed a man.

"Mr. Lewis?" he said.

Mira's father smiled. "Hello, Daniel. I told you I wouldn't forget you."

Mira's voice rose up, tired. "Am I missing something?"
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velvetmouse From: velvetmouse Date: May 19th, 2006 01:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
*is in awe of how amazingly you write on such short notice*

If you're still up for these, I'd love to see more about young Minerva, before she went to Hogwarts. I just reread Of A Sort and completely fell in love with your protrayal of her. :-)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: May 20th, 2006 06:19 am (UTC) (Link)
Minerva was still small enough to crawl into the cupboard under the counter, so Mum sent her there to fetch the last box of notecards, which had got itself pushed all the way into the corner. She just reached the back when the bell over the shop door rang. Mum--apparently forgetting that she was there--stepped right in front of the door and went to the counter. "Ah," she said, "Cassiopeia. And is this little Bugga?"

"Walburga," another voice said loftily, "is pleased to meet you."

"No I'm not," a girl's voice said. "She's ugly."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Mum saidlightly, and Minerva frowned. She crawled up to the door and tugged on Mum's robe.

"Oh, Minerva!" Mum stepped back. "I'm sorry; I'm in your way!"

Minerva stepped out, just wanting to have a look at the rude girl, who seemed to be her own age. She had jet black hair and gray eyes, and a narrow, princess-like nose. Her robes were made of silk. She looked at Minerva with her nose wrinkled, and Minerva was acutely aware of the dust clinging to her own robes. She straightened and glared at Walburga.

"Minerva, dear, this is Mrs. Black and her daughter Walburga. They're customers."

Minerva bit her tongue on a number of acid remarks, and just said, "Yes, Mum."

"I think you and Walburga are both going to Hogwarts next year."

Mrs. Black sniffed. "We'll see about that. I can't say I approve of Dippet's policies."

"Oh, he's a fine man," Mum said. "You'll like him, when you've a chance to know him. Now, will you be wanting more of the parchment with your family crest on it?"

"Yes, but I really must see some alternatives in texture. The last batch was nearly splotchy, and the ink simply rolled off of it."

Mum tapped Minerva's shoulder. "Why don't you take Walburga outside for a walk while I work with her mum?"

Walburga looked at her mother, who nodded curtly and pointed to the door.

Minerva led the way out. "Have you ever been to Hogsmeade before?" she asked as soon as they were out on the street.

"I'm from London," Walburga said, her nose wrinkling again. "I don't expect there's anything to do here."

"Well, you'll be here quite a lot when you go to Hogwarts."

She sniffed and crossed her arms over her chest, looking up at Hogwarts disdainfully. "I hear they let the Mudbloods just sit right in class up there, putting on airs like they're purebloods."

"I've never met a Mudblood," Minerva said. "But I understand that Muggle-borns are treated fairly."

"Mudbloods, mudbloods..."

Minerva took a step toward her, eyes narrowed.

Walburga jumped back, shaking her finger. "We're paying your parents quite a bit. You don't want to ruin the sale, now do you? You'd be in ever so much trouble."

"My parents taught me not to let anyone call people horrible names."

"Mudbloods aren't people."

Minerva knew that if she stayed outside one more moment, she would do something she would regret, so she turned on her heel and stormed back into the store, meaning to go to her room and read until Mrs. Black and the horrible Walburga had returned to London.

The door didn't slam shut behind her, as she expected, and she heard another pair of footsteps thudding behind her.

"Mudbloods!" Walburga cried. "Filthy little vermin!"

Her mother smiled fondly. "Oh, children," she said. "They don't know when to properly play politics, do they."

Minerva stopped and stared at Mum, gritting her teeth. She wouldn't jinx the sale. She wouldn't.

Mum closed the cash register, pushed a box of seals across the counter, and said, "Mrs. Black, I believe you can find a stationer next door to Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley." She smiled pleasantly, but Minerva could see ice in it. "Or perhaps the little shop in Knockturn Alley would be more your sort."

"Well, I--" Mrs. Black drew back, gathering the seals and a receipt scroll. "I'll never do business in this tacky little shop again."

"I guarantee it," Mum said calmly, not deigning to look up as Mrs. Black led Walburga out of the shop.

"Sorry, Mum," Minerva said. "I didn't mean to get her started. I don't even know how I did, but--"

"Did you find those notecards, Minerva? I owe a batch to Professor Dumbledore..."
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