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Batch 3 - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Batch 3
And since actually no one else HAS asked for it *GASP* ok, can I have Dora the 2nd and Elhanan's first meeting?
for summoner_lenne9

All last year, Dora had felt a bit disjointed in Gryffindor. She liked her dormitory mates and the mad energy of the place, and had a great deal of fun, but it always felt like she was visiting, and would wake up in her own bed instead of the scarlet-draped four-poster between her cousins, Maureen Weasley and Gemma Du Lac. Mum said that it was homesickness, and it would pass, but no one else seemed to suffer from this after a whole year at Hogwarts.

And now, a year and a day... well, evening, anyway. She'd missed the Sorting Feast--she and her friend Mahalia had caused a bit of a disturbance on the train, demonstrating a few Weasley products, and had been pulled aside for their own quiet dinner with the Deputy Headmaster--so things were already out of sync, and now, as the others snored around her, she lay awake in the round room, staring up the posts of her her bed.

She turned and punched her pillow a few times to fluff it, then kicked her blankets until her feet were extricated from them, then gave up, thinking that sleep might come more easily down in the Common Room, curled up by the fire. It was one-thirty; it was certain to be deserted by now. She didn't even bother checking the Marauder's Map, though Finny Potter had passed it on to her over the summer. She put it in her bag and carried it downstairs, thinking vaguely that she might sneak out and have an adventure if she couldn't sleep.

But the Common Room wasn't deserted.

She almost tripped over the first year who was sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, staring moodily into the flames while he fed them little curls of wood. He looked up at her.

In later years, she would try again and again to convey what happened, until the moment seemed much longer in retrospect than it actually was, long enough to define everything that happened after it. It seemed to happen in flashes of lightning. In one, he blinked his eyes, which she saw for an instant as light brown, but which were revealed to be a rather lovely shade of sea green when she really looked. In another, those eyes widened, and a wild thought--There you are!--went through Dora's mind. In a third, he bit his lip nervously and looked away. There couldn't have been any more instants than that in the first seconds of their acquaintance. It hadn't taken long at all, and Dora hadn't even finished taking in a breath by the end of it. At the time, she had no idea that she would divide her life between the twelve years before those lightning flashes, and the decades after them.

The moment passed.

He was just a new first year, probably as homesick as she was, or morseso, being away for the first time. He had very straight dark brown hair that looked like someone had cut it around a bowl on his head. His nose was a bit broad for his face, and his mouth formed a perfect little bow that Dora knew without asking was the bane of his existence. He was wearing blue pajamas and a tattered dressing gown, and the white socks on his feet had long gone to gray and developed holes through which his long toes poked out.

She dropped down beside him. "Can't sleep?"

He shrugged.

"I'm Dora Lupin," she said. "Do we know one another?"

He frowned. "Your name sounds familiar. I think I heard it on the train. I thought for a minute that you were someone else."


"You know, I have no idea." He tossed the remaining wood curls into the fire. "I was just sure you were someone I knew. But I don't know anyone here. I'm Muggle-born."

"What's your name?"

"Matthews," he said, then winced. "Elhanan. I have to decide something to call myself."

"I have brothers named Orion and Sirius, one cousin named Rufus and another named Regulus. One of my sisters is Apolline, and I'm named after my grandmother... Nymphadora. Trust me, there's nothing wrong with 'Elhanan.'"

"Did anyone ever call you 'Smelly Elly'?"

"No, I can't say anyone ever did."

He spread his hand as if to say, You see what I'm against?, then shrugged and looked back at the fire.

Dora watched it with him for a while, the silence perfectly comfortable. There was a sketchpad beside him, and he'd covered it with strange looking creatures with big eyes and long claws. "What are those?" she asked.

"Characters. I play a game online. I guess I can't anymore." He reached under the pad and brought out a thin bit of plastic with two circular pads that looked like they'd been well-worn. Above them was a nearly clear screen. "Nothing comes through here. If it did, I could show you the holograph version."

"Did you draw those yourself?" Dora asked, looking at the pad. "They're very good."

"Oh, I was just bored." He shoved the sketchpad hastily under the sofa, putting his bit of plastic in with it. "What do you do when you're bored around here?"

Dora bit her lip, then reached into her book bag and touched the Marauder's Map. "Well, not much last year, but as it happens, my cousin just gave me something that ought to make things interesting. Want to see?"

So my first thought is Harry finding out about Regulus and Lily. Or something along the lines of Regulus and Lily in general.
for lollapulizer

"It's not what you think," Regulus said.

Lily gave a frustrated hiss. "It's exactly what he thinks."

"No, it's not," Regulus said. "Trust me, Lily, he's thinking more than is going on."

Harry found himself tugging on the edge of the portrait curtains around Mrs. Black, and made himself let go. With both of the boys, he'd at least had suspicions about their romances over the years. Walking into his own home and finding Lily and Regulus standing in the kitchen door, too engaged with one another to hear him come in, had taken him utterly by surprise. He found his voice for the first time. "And what do you imagine I think is going on?" he asked.

Regulus looked down miserably. "I imagine you think I've been taking advantage of your hospitality in order to take advantage of your daughter."

"Hospit..." Lily shook her head and threw her hands in the air. "Reg, it's as much your house as as ours in the first place--"

"No, it's not. It was left to Sirius. He was firstborn. He left it to your father. I never would have had this house, except for... bad decisions."

"Fine, you're a guest, an interloper, nearly a stranger," Lily said, rolling her eyes and going to the bottom stair to sit down. "It doesn't mean you're taking advantage of me. I can make my own decisions, you know."

Harry flailed in his mind, but kept his composure. "Regulus, would you mind if I had a private word with Lily?"

He nodded. "I'll start packing. I should have done that a long time ago."

How long ago? Harry almost asked, but didn't. Instead, he said, "I'll help you find a decent place. There are some houses in--"

"DAD!" Lily's jaw dropped. "You don't really mean to turn him out?"

Harry held up his hand. "A private word, Lily. Meet me in my office."

Lily rolled her eyes and went up the stairs, muttering. A comforting memory surfaced in Harry's mind--Ginny, muttering her way up the same stairs, because Molly had refused to let her stay for the Order's conversation.

He waited until she was gone. "Regulus, it's not because... it's not because of your past."

"As a Death Eater."

"As anything. Lily's seventeen. She's barely of age, and still has a year at Hogwarts. And then there's the matter of the whole summer stretching out ahead of you."

He nodded, understanding. "I, er, was thinking it was time to move out, anyway."

Harry went up the stairs, but turned halfway and looked down. Regulus was toying with the curtain ties on his mother's portrait. Harry sighed. "She's right. You're not a guest, you're family, and you'll always have a home here. Just not..."

"Not a home I can stay in right now," Regulus said. "I know."

Harry nodded and went up to his study.

Lily was pacing, her wild red hair flying behind her like a v... scarf. She turned on him. "You never told any of the boys' girlfriends to stay away! I bet you even know who James's girlfriend is, and you're supposed to tell them not to! You always said you'd love anyone we love, but no, not for me, I'm just Lily, and I'm never supposed to grow up or--"

"You can keep seeing him," Harry said quietly.

Lily stopped midway to working up another head of steam. One fist was raised. "What? But you..."

"I told him it was time to leave the house. He knows that's true." Harry sat down behind his desk. "Didn't you ever wonder why I moved in with Grannydromeda instead of staying with the Weasleys?"

"For Teddy," Lily said.

"Partly," Harry admitted. "But I could see Teddy whenever I wanted to. It was just becoming increasingly difficult to live in the same house as the girl I loved... and her parents."

"But Gran Weasley and Granddad love you!"

"No parent loves watching his child be snogged senseless--let alone other possibilities--by anyone. Even someone they love."

"Let alone someone they don't like very well," Lily muttered. "Or someone they'd prefer had never been dragged up through time."

Harry sighed. "Lily, you're just wrong about that. I like Regulus quite a lot, and I respect him for what he did. I have reservations about what Teddy and James did, but that doesn't mean that I think he should stay hidden away and miserable."

"Then why can't you even look at me?"

"Because I just walked in on you--" Harry couldn't quite say with a man's tongue prospecting for your tonsils, so he just waved his hand. "How long has this been happening, Lily?"

"Your birthday last year," she said sullenly. "Regulus kissed me so I'd have a secret to keep--to make the party more interesting. I thought about the secret all night, then I went back for another kiss. And there've been a lot since, and a good number of love letters while I was away at school last year. And nothing else, Dad. If you're worried about what perverse things a Death Eater has been doing with your daughter under your roof, don't."

"If I believed Regulus were still a Death Eater, he wouldn't be under my roof," Harry said.

"So he's not under the roof anymore just because we've had some good snogs?"

"He's not going to be under it anymore for the same reason that Moth stays in your room when she visits during the summer, which is the same reason Hermione always stayed with your mum at the Burrow, and James's girlfriend--yes, I know perfectly well who she is--hasn't been invited to spend the night."

Lily started to say something, then clamped her jaw shut. Harry didn't need to be a Seer to guess that she meant to point out that Ruth Scrimgeour had been known to call in late from a Floo that had the very same jittery flaw as the one in James's living room at the Roost. Harry had no logical argument, just a sense that there was a difference between having a relationship with someone in the privacy of your own life and having the same relationship in the context of a family. He'd felt it when he'd lived with the Weasleys after the war, and realized that the easy intimacy he'd had with Ginny at Hogwarts was of an entirely different magnitude at the Burrow, where the people who loved her kept a watchful eye. He wasn't sure their engagement would have survived that much self-consciousness.

Lily ground her teeth--Harry could hear it across the room--then said, "I should have told you."


"You'd have put him out sooner."

"Probably. But I wouldn't have forbidden you to visit him."

She looked up, horrified. "You don't mean to now, do you?"

"No. And he can visit you here as well. He can have supper here every night if it makes him happy. You can go on dates, like normal people, though I'd recommend doing it on the Muggle side of the line if you don't want the Prophet following you around."

Lily tried to work up something to be angry at, but finally just shook her head in confusion. "Then you... approve?"

Harry nodded, then shook his head sharply and Summoned the Daily Prophet. "On that note," he said, "why don't we call him in, and I'll see if we can find him a decent place to live..."

Now if you please I would like Teddy and Ruthless watching their kids playing up at the Roost, preferably not completely fluffy, I do like a nice bit of bitter sweet angstiness.
for thornyrose42

Rufus had challenged Raymond Lupin to some sort of game involving the rope swing, a pair of play wands, and an imaginary creature of some apparent fierceness, though Ruth couldn't tell from here what they meant it to be. Raymond seemed to have the upper hand at catching it for the moment, but Rufus usually had a trick up his sleeve--Ruth had trained him well.

She felt the downdraft from Teddy's flight, and didn't really look around until her perched beside her and transformed back into himself. He peered at the boys. "I think it's a Roc," he said. "They keep climbing toward it."

"Could be a dragon," Ruth said.

"True, but they like dragons. Too much time with Great Uncle Charlie, I'm afraid." He frowned at her. "Is something wrong?"

She didn't answer, just reached into her bag and pulled out a copy of Witch Weekly that someone had been kind enough to send her with the morning's post. A large headline on the cover read, The Secret World of 'Jim Wolf': Bizarre Trysts In the Orkneys. She hadn't actually read the article, but she'd caught enough on a quick scan to get a bead on just what they had decided was going on at the Roost. There were pictures of the children side by side, with snide comments about their similar looks, ignoring the fact that they were actually related on James and Victoire's side (and didn't, in Ruth's opinion, look all that much alike, once that was taken into consideration).

Teddy actually read the vile thing, then shrugged. "Well, as intriguing as their ideas usually are, it sounds like a great lot of work, between the actual practice and the cover-up." He balled up the paper, tossed it into the air, and incinerated it with a flick of his wand.

"I sometimes think it would have been better for everyone if I'd just made a clean break when you married Victoire. Gone off to Timbuktu or Kalamazoo. Left James to marry someone that half the wizarding world didn't think of as your scandal before his..."

"Yes, I hear James complaining about that all the time," Teddy said.

Ruth glared at the ashes on that were blowing away on the September wind.

Teddy exhaled loudly through his teeth, then said, "Ruthless, stop it. Things happened the way they happened, and if it were any other way, those two"--he pointed to Raymond and Rufus--"would be having a very different day right now, if they had one at all. You'd be moping in Kalamazoo--"

"Right, because I'd have never found anyone outside your circle."

"Because you'd have never found James. With whom you are perpetually happier than you ever, in a million years, would have been with me, let alone anyone else."

"All right, fine, I'm moping in Michigan."

"Is that where Kalamazoo is?"

"Either there or Missouri, or maybe Minnesota. One of the M's, anyway."

"Right, then. You'd be moping around someplace with a much sillier name than 'Marauder's Roost,' and James would probably still be at the Auror Division, making himself miserable because he thought he was supposed to. And, I should point out that you're fantasizing about leaving my children bereft of their Aunt Ruth, and my wife bereft of a surrogate sister."

"I'm not fantasizing..."

"Morbidly imagining, then. Either way, you're talking about me losing my best friend, and I don't appreciate it."

"But this has got to embarrass Victoire, and I'm sure the school governors will take it up with James..."

"Let them come out and visit our Secret World, then. They'll find that the most scandalous thing around is that weird little statue of a gnome that Polly absolutely had to have for her garden when she was eight."

Ruth smiled. "Yes, well... I'm sure they could make a whole issue of that."

Teddy put his arm over her shoulder and gave her a squeeze. "Don't worry about it, Ruthless. James and I are writing books that are meant as nothing but escapism, so naturally, people want to prove that we're craven and perverse. I'm sure Honoria Atkinson could explain the whole thing better than I could. I think I heard her call it a 'hook.'"

"I've got a few suggestions about where they can put their 'hook.'"

Teddy grinned. "Now, there's something worth fantasizing about..."
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From: spitc1899 Date: November 30th, 2008 09:28 am (UTC) (Link)
Harry is such a great dad. You write him grown up so well.

It's nice to see Teddy and Ruthless as friends the way they're meant to be. I'm fantasizing about some kind of revenge on Witch Weekly now, though.

Incidently, I hope you're expecting a lot more DoraII/Elhanan requests in future.
under_crisis From: under_crisis Date: November 30th, 2008 12:37 pm (UTC) (Link)
dora and elhanan *snuggles*

..hold on, so dora is now in gryffindor?

and love the other two ficlets, especially the slightly-angsty teddy-ruth. (great idea!) because nothing is perfect.
thornyrose42 From: thornyrose42 Date: November 30th, 2008 12:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ah thank you very much. You know I don't know why the Prophet pretends to be a broadsheet newspaper of good standing when it is clearly the wizarding equivalent of the Daily Mail (British tabloid newspaper). But then suppose scandal is what makes the world go round. Ruthless and Teddy are brilliant and the more I see of this island world the more I like it.

More requests about the island everyone!

Also really enjoyed the other two, especially Harry. Anytime I see him being a father i just melt a bit inside because you know that now he is right at the centre of his own large family, just where he wanted to be.
aeterna13 From: aeterna13 Date: November 30th, 2008 12:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
As someone who lives relatively close to Kalamazoo (in Michigan, thank-you-very-much), that last one made me smile.
From: (Anonymous) Date: November 30th, 2008 02:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
Okay, I'm sure this is a dumb question, but who is Elhanan Matthews? The description reminded me ever so slightly of Sanjiv, but that's as far as I got with trying to figure it out. Where does this character appear elsewhere.

Great stuff, as always!
beceh From: beceh Date: November 30th, 2008 10:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
He's in some other challenges. He is Remus.
jesspallas From: jesspallas Date: December 1st, 2008 07:48 am (UTC) (Link)
*chimes in from lurkdom* Really? I thought I'd read all of Fernwithy's bits and bobs but that twist has completely passed me by! Whereabouts can I find that, does anyone know? :)
summoner_lenne9 From: summoner_lenne9 Date: December 2nd, 2008 04:03 am (UTC) (Link)
Her last bout of ask-a-character-anything, I believe. And of course, Dora is, well, Dora. :D.
under_crisis From: under_crisis Date: December 1st, 2008 02:34 pm (UTC) (Link)
try the last two "ask my OC's" and challenge calls and look for Dora, the youngest daughter of Teddy and Victoire.
hungrytiger11 From: hungrytiger11 Date: November 30th, 2008 02:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
And Harry really is a great parent.
darth_pipes From: darth_pipes Date: November 30th, 2008 04:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
Your Dad Harry is very good.
lollapulizer From: lollapulizer Date: November 30th, 2008 04:55 pm (UTC) (Link)
I really enjoyed the Regulus/Lily one! I love that Harry was so reasonable about it, and I even understand why he thought Regulus needed to leave, even if Lily didn't. Very cute.

And the Dora/Elhanan one was amazing. I love that little flash she experienced. Poor Elhanan was probably feeling disoriented because there was no James (III?) or Sirius (III?)
malinbe From: malinbe Date: November 30th, 2008 04:55 pm (UTC) (Link)
Lily was pacing, her wild red hair flying behind her like a v... scarf.

That was a very interesting detail. Harry as a Dad is really so sensible and so great.

And everything else was awesome, too.
under_crisis From: under_crisis Date: December 1st, 2008 02:42 pm (UTC) (Link)
ok, sorry but i didn't get the ellipses thing. help?
malinbe From: malinbe Date: December 1st, 2008 03:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
Harry was about to "say" that Lily's hair looked like a veil. And as the veil is such a strong symbol of the world of the dead, he corrected himself instantly, trying not to make an asociation between death and his daughter.
From: spitc1899 Date: December 2nd, 2008 08:03 am (UTC) (Link)
That's interesting. :o) Maybe it's all the Teddy/Victoire, but I thought the completed thought would be that her hair looked like veela's, and he didn't want the association between his daughter and something so wildly sexual.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 2nd, 2008 08:16 am (UTC) (Link)
Heh, and I was going much simpler--he didn't want to think of her in a bridal veil after seeing her with her boyfriend!
under_crisis From: under_crisis Date: December 3rd, 2008 02:14 pm (UTC) (Link)
that's what i was thinking too, but that would be a confusing connection.

funny how different minds have different takes, huh?
under_crisis From: under_crisis Date: December 3rd, 2008 02:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
i meant the veela. darn, but this comment hierarchy is confusing.
jesfrealo From: jesfrealo Date: November 30th, 2008 07:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
Your writing, as usual, leaves me completely amazed. Thanks for an absolutely lovely escape from real life.
kt_tonguetied From: kt_tonguetied Date: December 1st, 2008 01:03 am (UTC) (Link)
:D I would LOVE IT if Kalamazoo was in Minnesota!

And you do write a fantastic grown up Harry.
From: daphne_23 Date: December 1st, 2008 01:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
I really loved the Lily/Regulus one, and Harry as a father! (Out of interest, how do you see your Lily(2) as distinct from Lily(1)? I think they are subtly different but can't quite put my finger on it - perhaps because I haven't seen you write much about Lily 1)
summoner_lenne9 From: summoner_lenne9 Date: December 2nd, 2008 04:05 am (UTC) (Link)
Not done reading these all yet, just read mine and-

*GRIN* Ok. I'm happy I settled on that one.

:D. :D. :D. (No, really, Remus is a geek, YAY FOR THE INTERNETZ, and the marauder's map and HE'S the one going by his last name and just- Loooveee. :D.)

Ok, on to read more. :D.
summoner_lenne9 From: summoner_lenne9 Date: December 2nd, 2008 04:34 am (UTC) (Link)
Ok. You know what? I love them all. Lily and Regulus was just, gah, Lily is SUCH a teenager, I love it, it was DELIGHTFUL, and Teddy and Ruthless is... expected and annoying, and oh-so-typical, and...

I need to stop being so in love with your writing. Heh.
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 4th, 2008 02:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
Love the Lilly/Harry interaction! One of my favorite ficlets. Very well done.

half the wizarding world didn't think of as your scandal before his..."

I didn't understand this part? Could someone enlighten me why the Marriage of Ruth and James would be Teddy's scandal first then James' 2nd?

I love how we hear how happy Ruth is with James from Teddy, and she's talking about moping in Kalamazoo, not emotionally expressive, our dear Ruth. Great piece. These are so fun!

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