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The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Batch 14
Something with Tonks, Maddie, Sanjiv, and Daffy, at Hogwarts and getting in (or out of) trouble. :) for golden_d


"You know," Maddie said, "I feel more comfortable when the Gryffindors go first."

Tonks didn't dignify this with an answer. Charlie Weasley and his mates had been one step ahead all year. They'd festooned the goalposts in gold and red the day before the Hufflepuff-Gryffindor game (Tonks had responded by sending a dozen painted badgers from the Common Room into the Fat Lady's portrait and thereby making it much harder for the Gryffindors to get in or out), sent a fireworks lion roaring up and down the Hufflepuff table (Daffy had made their flatware spell out a response in no uncertain terms), and sent a colony of jarveys through the Hufflepuff window (Sanjiv had framed several cartoons in response to this, which sent a string of the jarveys' best insults, directed at Gryffindor, crawling around the school). As this had all started when Tonks had told Charlie that she didn't want to spend her Hogsmeade weekend with him, she felt morally obliged to play the game to the end.

"I'm up for anything," Sanjiv said.

Daffy nodded. "Me, too, but I'm still not clear on why we're breaking into the greenhouses."

"The greenhouses?" Tonks repeated.

Daffy pointed at them, straight ahead.

Tonks rolled her eyes. "Past them. The Whomping Willow."

"Are you crazy?"

"No. Charlie and his little crew go down to Hagrid's to help with his pets every morning. Tomorrow, when they pass the willow, it'll start throwing these at them." She held out a bag of modified dungbombs. They would splatter in beautiful yellow and black pinwheels, all over the Gryffindors.

"How, exactly, do you plan to put them in the tree?" Maddie asked.

"Hadn't really thought that far ahead."

"This may not be your best plan ever..."

"I like it," Tonks said. "I don't think any Gryffindor ever dared to climb the Whomping Willow."

"The Hat really wanted to put you in there, didn't it?" Sanjiv asked, grinning. "That's what it was talking to you about for so long."

"You know I'm not going to answer that. I never answer that."

"Which is an answer," Daffy said. "If you think about it. I mean, if we weren't right on that guess, you'd just say, 'Of course not.' But you always change the subject instead. Which means the Sorting Hat tried to get you to roar."

"With that kind of logic, you should be in Ravenclaw." Tonks led the way around the hill, and the Whomping Willow came into sight. They approached it slowly, and stood at the very edge of its reach. Tonks frowned at it. "It's pretty quiet."

"Until we take a run at it," Daffy said.

"Maybe if we all come from different sides," Maddie suggested. "Maybe it couldn't figure all of us out at once."

"Could we stun it?" Sanjiv asked, leveling his wand at a branch.

Tonks touched his wrist. "Nothing aggressive like that. It'll fight back."

"What, then?"

She bit her lip, then a light went on in her head. "I still have a Calming Draught from Potions! Accio Potions Kit!" Something whistled up through the night, and her wooden potions kit--long painted bright green with her name in puffy pink letters on top--landed on the ground in front of her. She opened it. Inside was a large beaker full of soft pink Calming Draught. Snape had tried everything he could to find fault with it, but hadn't been able to. He'd Vanished her original batch, but she remembered perfectly well how to make it, and had brewed two cauldrons full of the stuff, meaning to slip it into his pumpkin juice the next time he looked prone to punishing her for no reason. One beaker was still in her wardrobe, but this one ought to be sufficient. It was probably sufficient to make a dragon mellow--it ought to be able to handle an ill-tempered tree. She poured it into four smaller flasks and handed three to her friends. "All right," she said. "Run to the center as fast as you can, and pour this on the roots, then run back out until it calms down."

"It won't hurt the tree, will it?" Daffy asked. "Professor Sprout would kill us."

"Why would it hurt the tree? Worse potions end up in the ground at Hogwarts all the time, and it's fine with them."

No one repeated Maddie's suggestion to go to different sides, they just did it. It seemed like the right approach.

"On three?" Daffy called.

"On three!" Tonks called back. "One-Two... THREE!"

She ran, trusting that they were running as well. She used her wand to put some sheltering charms over herself, and they worked perfectly well, giving her a sense of wild euphoria as she ran through the whipping branches. She reached the trunk very quickly and saw that the others were still fighting. She cast some sheltering spells on them as well, and they came through.

Sanjiv looked around appreciatively. "Nice view," he said. "I think I'll draw it. The view from inside the Willow branches." He sat down, his hand on an odd knot on one of the roots (or maybe it was a low branch coming off the trunk; Tonks wasn't sure). "Just pour the stuff?" he asked.

"That's it," Tonks said.

Sanjiv emptied his flask with great aplomb, then pushed himself up.

"Hey," Maddie said. "That was quick."

Tonks looked up. The Draught, indeed, had worked quickly--the branches were still already. "All right," she said. "Let's get to work. We can save the rest in case we need more time."

She took a wild jump and grabbed a low branch, then pulled herself up onto it. (In the process, she managed to twist her wrist, tangle her hair on a nest of twigs, and bruise her shins, but she was used to being bruised up.) "Okay, I'll start here, and get them set. I have them Charmed to loosen up when the first person passes through after sunrise--"


She looked up. A small cyclone shaped like Professor sprout was coming up over the hill from the greenhouses, its eyes flashing. It reached the shadow of the tree.

Sprout was generally good-tempered and a bit scatterbrained, but at the moment, Tonks thought steam might start coming out of her nose. Her eyes flashed to each of them.

"All of you, out here, now. I don't know how you learned to tame the Willow--"

"The Calming Draught oughtn't hurt it," Tonks said.

Sprout looked deeply surprised about this, but then said, "You're no Herbologist, Miss Tonks. You don't know what will hurt it, and I don't want to see you pouring any more potions on plants unless I tell you specifically to do so. Get out here."

Tonks jumped down, and followed the others, who'd already left.

Professor Sprout stared at the Willow, wand leveled, then shook her head. "I'll wake it later. Best let it get your potion out of its system. What were you thinking? And why are you out of bed at all, let alone out of the castle?"

"You probably don't want that answer," Sanjiv said.

"Mmm, no probably not. And it doesn't matter. Detention. All four of you. And possibly Mr. Weasley, just for good measure, as I'm sure he comes into it somewhere..."

Tonks let her go on in this vein as they returned to the castle.

there is this really good old theory idea that the epilogue was going to be all the Dumbledore Army members meeting in the Hog Head 10 years after the battle of Hogwarts. i would like a ficlet on that> and maybe Harry thanking and giving his appreciation to all of them for all the help they gave him? for SophieMinerva

Heh. Um, well I did a ten years later ficlet, so I'll just follow it.

The fireworks ended, and the crowd in Diagon Alley began to dissipate. Most of them were people who hadn't been there at the battle, people who just came for the party. That was all right with George. Fred would've had a grand time himself, if he'd been here. He'd...

George frowned. Something in his pocket had grown hot. He pulled out the old coin, the one that had been used to Summon Dumbledore's army ten years ago. He'd put it in his pocket on an afterthought today, just as a touch of the real war. He turned it over.

Hog's Head. Dumbledore's Army. Now.

Curiously, George looked around. Several other people were frowning at things in their hands. He could see Cho Chang across the way, and Susan Bones standing with Ernie and Justin and Hannah. Susan craned her neck toward the Potter family, who she'd just left. Harry shrugged.

There was a flash of light, and George saw Hermione get up to the top of the podium from which speeches had been given earlier. "I thought it seemed the best way to get you all!" she said. "We've spent all day having a holiday, but I... well, I was t hinking of the whole lot of you, and I want to see everyone." She held out her arms, then turned and Disapparated.

"What the hell?" George called. "Let's go!" He followed her.

It was cool and comfortable in Hogsmeade. They'd had a celebration of their own, but it was more low-key. Children had made pictures of their favorite stories from the battle, and they were strung along the street. There was Harry, appearing and facing Voldemort. There was Mum, killing Bellatrix. Someone had drawn a very odd looking fire, with two stick figures on a escaping it. Someone else had made broomsticks darting like wasps at the giants. There were quite a lot of Neville Longbottom and the snake. No one had drawn Fred laughing as he died. George decided to remedy that later, on the way out of town.

He walked the short distance to the Hog's Head, other members of Dumbledore's Army Apparating in around him. Some had obviously been at the London celebration or at other ones, some looked as though they'd spent the day in mourning and were bothered by the distraction. With a pop, Luna Lovegood appeared beside him. "Is there trouble?" she asked vaguely.

"No," George said. "We're just talking, as far as I know."

She nodded serenely and went into the pub ahead of him. Where she'd Apparated in from, George had no idea--she was wearing a grass skirt and anklet made of little white seashells (with earrings to match). A bright floral shirt topped it off, and she was wearing a large leaf in her hair.

He entered the Hog's Head. Angelina Johnson, who he'd found himself spending nearly every minute with in London lately, had already got here, and she patted a bench beside her for him to sit down. Dean Thomas was sitting in a corner, looking miserable. Katie Bell and Dennis Creevey were talking at a table in another corner. Parvati Patil was holding hands with Neville Longbottom, and her sister Padma was drifting around the room with Seamus Finnigan in tow. She found the old Ravenclaw crew--Michael Corner, Cho Chang, and Anthony Goldstein--and settled into a conversation with them. Seamus looked out of place, but determined to go along with it.

"Good luck to him," Angelina said softly.

"He'll do fine," George said.

The door opened, and the Hufflepuff contingent (minus Zacharias Smith, good riddance) came in, followed by Lee Jordan, who caught sight of George and came over with a great smile.

"Loved the fireworks, mate. We should send some up on Bonfire Night, just for old times' sake."

At last, the door opened again, and in came Harry and Ginny, and Ron and Hermione.

The applause began somewhere that George couldn't see, and spread heartily around the room. Harry's face turned redder than Ginny's hair.

"Say something real, Harry!" Lee called. "That speech from the celebration... I don't know, mate!"

"I wrote that!" Ginny yelled back. "So you can stuff it, Lee Jordan."

Lee bowed extravagantly. "Forgiveness, dear Ginny. It was a fine speech. For strangers."

Ginny rolled her eyes, then whispered something to Harry, who looked uncomfortable. She gave his shoulder a little squeeze.

He got up to the front of the room. He looked exactly as he had the first day they'd met here.

"I, er... I'm glad Hermione called you all," he said. "I wish I'd done it. Er. I, er... Well, I miss having... that is to say..."

"We're touched, Harry," Seamus said, offering a sarcastic clap.

Harry took a deep breath and said, "Well, I reckon the lot of you know better than anyone that I'm not good at speeches."

"You don't say!" George yelled.

"No, I don't say," Harry said. "That's a problem. I don't say much of anything to you. And, er, well, I ought to. I ought to say thank you all the time. You showed up. You put everything on the line. And some of you aren't here because you lost everything. And, er... I... well, I miss everyone who isn't here. Susan and I were talking earlier about that. I spend a lot of time missing people." He looked around. "But you know, I'd like to not miss people who aren't dead. I'd sort of like to see the lot of you more!"

This was met with great applause--less, George thought, for Harry than for the sense of being together again, the sense of power they'd found with each other, which was still here, hovering at the edges of the gathering.

"Anyway, could we all raise a glass to Fred Weasley and Colin Creevey and Terry Boot?"

Glasses flew out to those who didn't have one already, and they were solemnly raised.

Harry stared awkwardly at his glass, then said, "Er, thanks Fred, and Colin, and Terry."

"Here, here," George said, and drank.

The silence sat heavily on the group.

"Oh, enough of this!" Lee said, standing up on his chair. "I want to say hello to everyone!"

"Hello, Lee!" they called, and soft laughter started.

"And," Lee said, "I want to know where Luna Lovegood got that skirt..."

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From: severely_lupine Date: December 15th, 2009 09:38 am (UTC) (Link)
meaning to slip it into his pumpkin juice the next time he looked prone to punishing her for no reason. -- I'd like to see Tonks try to slip something into anyone's cup, much less Snape's. She'd probably knock it into his lap.

Haha! Funny how they figured out how to calm the tree without realizing it. Not quite on top of things yet, are they?

on a escaping it -- Missing 'broom' I think?

Aw, how sweet. If I'd been in the DA and gone through what they went through, I think I'd want to stay in touch with everyone as well. It's a sort of camaraderie that shouldn't be forgotten.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2009 02:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oops, I am, in fact, missing that "a." :eyeroll:

And yeah, Tonks might be able to brew a killer potion, but she'd have a hellish time delivering it. (Plus, I'm sure Snape is on the lookout for such things from students. He'd have learned to be careful!)
malinbe From: malinbe Date: December 15th, 2009 03:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
*wipes little tear*

Poor lot. I'm glad they are trying to find ways to enjoy themselves again- it has to be so difficult.

Dora and her friends are a lot of fun. Those sound like free-from-gloom and exciting Hogwarts years!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2009 02:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hogwarts with no doom and gloom... ah.

It's good that Lee and George made it through; they'd be the ones to help everyone else.
golden_d From: golden_d Date: December 15th, 2009 06:41 pm (UTC) (Link)
Aw! Tonks and her friends are all brilliant in their own ways. Thanks so much - this just made me smile from start to finish. :)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2009 02:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
You're welcome. I'm a terrible prankster myself--just not my thing--so it's always a challenge to think about what pranks someone might be pulling.
purple_ladybug1 From: purple_ladybug1 Date: December 15th, 2009 07:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
love this!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2009 02:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
hungrytiger11 From: hungrytiger11 Date: December 15th, 2009 11:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
I loved the implied Charlie!crush and how Tonks retaliated. There is something just so funny about their friendship.

The hogshead fic was very nicely done. I like all the subtle things you put in that show how people are continuing to grow and live, like Seamus and Padma or Luna and her skirt (Hawaii or somewhere even more far-flung?!) The part about children's drawings is at once creepy and disturbing while also being very... realistic. i suppose one person's way of honoring and remembering can seem strange to the next an that juxoposition of happy and sad at this event is crystalized in that.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2009 02:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
Who knows where Luna's been?

I'd guess any war memorial is odd while the veterans are still alive for it (let alone so young). On the one hand, the people are celebrating a real deliverance from evil, and telling each other all the brave stories that are becoming meaningful to them in an abstract way; on the other, man, there are people, a lot of them, who it touched in a very personal way.
etain_antrim From: etain_antrim Date: December 16th, 2009 03:23 am (UTC) (Link)
Tonks and her friends might have given the Marauders a run for their money! And very nice reunion scene. I like George's plan to create an image of Fred laughing to the end. I also want to know where Luna was when called.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: December 16th, 2009 03:01 pm (UTC) (Link)
Well, Tonks is a Black. ;p

I've found I like writing George dealing with Fred's loss. He has a very quirky way of handling it.
From: (Anonymous) Date: December 21st, 2009 02:33 am (UTC) (Link)

that reunion ficlet was great

you did a very nice job on the reunion ficlet. nice touch that it was a follow up. I had more to read!

i love it, it was a nice combination between bittersweet and heartwarming. love to read what so mant of the old gang and the little glimpses of what they been up to. (got very curious over luna and what exactly has zachariah smith done> gone to the dark side*

but i think my favorite part was the end. harry speech was great and very believable. not too fancy but not too short and full of "and yeah thanks, that's it*

thank you

From: (Anonymous) Date: December 21st, 2009 02:34 am (UTC) (Link)


the tonks and gaang prank was cute@

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