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Batch 39 - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
Batch 39
After batch 40, I'll do an index of what I've done so far.

and i always kind of liked the sort of comfort-awkardness friendship luna and harry had... so can i ask for that? fifth year harry runs into luna who is trying to catch a unicorn or some of her creatures? for fridastorney

Harry might not have noticed Luna if she hadn't dropped her ink bottle onto his head.

As it was, he was alerted to her presence by a black cloud spreading across his glasses and obscuring everything in sight.

"What the--?" He took them off, sending the world into meaningless blurs of color.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Harry," a soft voice whispered, "please, let me." A pale whitish blur a long yellowish smear down its back reached down (resolving itself into a hand) and took his glasses.

They were put back into his hand, and he put them on. Luna Lovegood, for some mad reason, was sitting on a school broomstick in the middle of the abandoned third floor corridor, where Harry had gone in the hope of avoiding Cho. (Cho had turned up her nose and walked away, showing no interest in interrupting Harry's walk back to Gryffindor Tower, but Harry didn't want to be outdone by this.) "Luna?"

"Hello, Harry," she whispered. "We should be very quiet."


"There's a Jobberknoll nesting up near the ceiling." She pointed at a corner. "It's very old. It may die soon."

"Oh!" Harry dropped his voice to a whisper. "Should we take it to Hagrid's? Is it ill?"

"I think it's just old," Luna said. "Jabberknolls don't make any noise while they're alive, but at the moment they die, they repeat every sound they've ever heard."

"So... you're just waiting, to see what it sounds like?"

"Yes," Luna said, then looked away clumsily. "I also thought it might like to not be alone." She lowered herself to floor and dismounted from the broom, carrying it over to a bench. "I shouldn't like to be alone. I suppose I will be, though."

Harry shifted a bit on his feet, not really wanting to think about Luna dying alone, then looked up at the corner she'd pointed to. "What does it look like?"

"It's a little blue bird," she said. "It doesn't look like anything special. Nothing does, but everything is, don't you think?"

"Er... sure." He looked at the broom. "Luna, it might be better if you didn't ride the broom inside. That's always been against the rules, and I doubt Umbridge would go easy on you."

She blinked slowly and didn't bother responding to this, then smiled. "I've also learned something in our special class." She winked. "I actually thought, 'That Jobberknoll may have heard something that it oughtn't repeat where anyone can hear.'" She frowned. "You know, I don't really like thinking that."

"I don't, either," Harry said. "But it's a good point. I reckon it wouldn't be a good idea for it to repeat anything we just said if it happened to die around certain people. I mean, not that it's good for it to die any other time."

Luna looked thoughtfully up at the nest, then sighed. "Do you suppose it would rather be outside? It did take the trouble to build its nest inside, despite all the cats, but it really isn't an inside bird. Maybe we could find it a nice, sheltered place in the forest, and stay with it."

The last thing Harry wanted to do was go sit in the Forbidden Forest and watch a bird die, but he couldn't think quickly enough of a polite way out of it, so he didn't stop Luna from taking the broomstick back up to the ceiling and gently lifting out a nest. She brought it down and showed it to him. A very sick looking, tiny, blue bird lay at the bottom, breathing shallowly. He reminded Harry of Fawkes on the day he'd seen the Phoenix burn and be reborn as an ugly hatchling, except that this one wasn't going to be reborn. It was just going to die. He couldn't think of a thing to say about the situation.

Luna led the way outside in the wet, late February cold, past the Whomping Willow (Harry didn't realize how habitually he glanced at it until he noticed that Luna took no notice of it whatsoever) and to the eaves of the Forbidden Forest. Neither of them paused before going in. She stopped a few feet in and looked around.

"We'll want to find a place without much of this rain."

"Maybe we should take it to Hagrid's," Harry said uncomfortably. "Maybe Hagrid knows a way to help it."

"I've been trying to help it," Luna said. "I asked Professor Hagrid for help, since the lot of you say he knows a great deal, and it turns out you're quite right, but he's the one who told me it's just the Jobberknoll's time."


She bit her lip, then pointed up a rise at a little grove of tightly spaced trees. "There! I've been there. Not much rain gets through the canopy." She went up the path and disappeared into the shadows.

Harry followed. When he got there, Luna was kneeling beside a shadowy little niche in the rock, where she'd set down the nest. She was right--the light drizzle was barely making it through here. Neither was the light. He raised his wand. "Lumos."

"Yes, thank you," Luna said, then lit her own wand.

They sat side by side, not talking, watching the silent bird as the afternoon stole away and darker shadows filled their hollow.

Harry was about to suggest they leave when the tiny bird abruptly sat straight up.

Luna mimicked it. "It's time," she said.

From the nest, Harry heard the whisper of soft spring leaves, the chittering of forest animals, the wind coming across the meadows. The sounds the Jobberknoll made were nonsense sounds, even when it imitated human speech--it didn't repeat word for word, but sound for sound, in a sort of mixed order that made it all the more beautiful for its inclarity.

The song went on as dark fell.

Harry and Luna listened to it.

but can i ask for a hagrid ficlet, pleaseeeee... some missing moment from prisoner of azkaban while hermione was not talking to ron and hermione and found confort in helping hagrid with the buckbeak case. for mercuryravenclaw

"You should have an advocate with you. A representative." Hermione grimaced. "This is really most unfair. You oughtn't be left to argue the fine points of the law with people who've been studying it for a long time."

"Dumbledore'll speak for me," Hagrid said. "Great man, Dumbledore."

"Yes, he is," Hermione said. "But he's a witness, not a solicitor. And you ought to have had one last year as well, when they arrested you. My parents were shocked when I told them you didn't."

"Well, I reckon it's different here than it is for Muggles," Hagrid said. "Tea?"

"Yes, thank you," Hermione said, opening another book on law and the control of magical creatures. "But why should that be different? Wizards really ought to have the same rights as any other Britons. This nonsense of being sent off with practically no evidence, just on someone's whim... Trial by jury is a fundamental right. It has been for quite a long time. It's in the Magna Carta, I think, that they can't just take a free man away without a lawful judgment. I need Muggle law books. I'm quite sure it's there, and I can't think of any reason that wouldn't count for British wizards as much as British Muggles. After all, the Minister for Magic is a Minister to the government, not a king with his own laws."

"Well, it's the way it is," Hagrid said. "You see, we don't really do things--"

"We're citizens," Hermione said. "Therefore, we have rights. You have rights."


"I tried to tell my parents that thigns were different, and they said it oughtn't ever be that different. You're a Briton, and that means you have the very same protections they do. The Ministry just isn't recognizing them. That's different from not having them. They can't do this legally." She put down her book. "Then again, I suppose it's Buckbeak's rights we're talking about right now. They might think he's no different from any other dangerous animal, just because he's your pet."

"Well, maybe someday you'll be Minister, and you'll fix it all."

Hermione imagined herself in London, giving decrees, talking to the Prime Minister, maybe even the Queen, then shook her head. "They'll never choose a Muggle-born as Minister." She sniffed. "No one would vote for me, anyway."

"I would!"

"All right, you would. But Harry'd go on about how I took his Firebolt, and Ron would run about telling everyone I killed his pet. Or that I let Crookshanks do it. I can just hear it--'What about Scabbers' rights?' And no one else likes me at all."

"That's just rot," Hagrid said kindly, and offered her a treacle tart that she pretended not to see. "Yeh've got lots of friends. What about those girls you share your dormitory with?"

"Parvati and Lavender? They think I'm snooty."

"Yeh could show 'em yer not." Hermione didn't dignify this with a comment, and waited for Hagrid to go on. "What about that little Muggle-born boy, Colin?"

"Colin Creevey?"

"He's adventurous. Found him snooping around the hippogriff pen with that camera not three hours ago. He seems to admire you."

"Colin Creevey."

"And what about Ginny Weasley? Don't you spend time with her?"

"Well, sometimes..."

"I never heard a word against you other than the ones you hear yourself from the Slytherins--"

"And Ron and Harry!" Hermione put in.

"Oh, that'll pass. Boys are like that."

"What if it doesn't?"

"It will, you'll see. Yeh'll all come down here an' have a laugh about it."

"I don't think I'll ever laugh about it."

"Yeh will, though."

Hermione considered the possibility of laughing about this, of not feeling it like a knife twisting in her guts, but it wouldn't come. At leat this time, she wasn't crying to think of it. She squared her shoulders and picked up the book again. "We have work to do," she said. "Buckbeak's going to need a few more cases. Can you look in that scroll and see about that case with the sphinx...?"
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alphabet26 From: alphabet26 Date: January 29th, 2010 03:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
I am not a huge fan of Hagrid, but I do like reading PoA stuff where he's helping Hermione (yes, I say helping her, even though she's after saving Buckbeak, he's being a friend, and she needed that). It's just so sweet.

And the only Hagrid icon I have...not really that nice. Oops. ;P
From: severely_lupine Date: January 29th, 2010 04:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
More reminders of how wonderful you are at characterization, even in simple little moments. It's stories like this that make me wonder why I even bother trying to write people like Luna and Hermione at all. Lovely work.
etain_antrim From: etain_antrim Date: January 29th, 2010 05:30 pm (UTC) (Link)
I like these both. You were given great prompts and then did the most with them. Luna and Hagrid make me happy (or happier), as well Harry and Hermione.
malinbe From: malinbe Date: January 29th, 2010 11:03 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hello! I haven't been posting because I was on a holiday. I've been catching up on all of the stuff you've been posting, and my favourite was this first one, with Harry and Luna. So sad! The new chapterlet was great, even though the sad no-future almost made me teary. Thank you for everything!
From: (Anonymous) Date: January 30th, 2010 01:26 am (UTC) (Link)

oh Luna

at first I thought the Jobberknoll was one of Luna made up creatures but then I read on and it wasn't and then i found the article on the HP lexicon.

it sounds like such a pretty yet tragic bird.

the ficlet....

that was.... oh that was...
I can't even describe it.

the entire Luna piece was absolutely beautiful, but the last part... the one in the forest. that one Melted my heart.

Miss fern you left me in a puddle of mush and awwws. a puddle of mush i tell you.

my God... I think that was one of the best luna/Harry friendship one-shot I EVER Read. and it's been my favorite non-cannon ship since Order of phoenix, the book not the movie. so i think that's saying something

and it's just oh i love it! Harry might be Awkard and clumsy around, and the line about Luna thinking she would die alone just pulled my heartstrings, but he does have a beautiful friendship with Luna.

thank you so much!

in fact I'm thinking of asking the friend that recommended me your journal to do an illustration of that ficlet, because i can't draw squat and I really want an illustration of that ficlet cause it was darling

so thank you


From: (Anonymous) Date: January 31st, 2010 05:15 am (UTC) (Link)
Whoo-hoo! Discussion of laws and rights in the UK and how they apply to the wizarding world! Yes!

(Symptom of true nerdiness: Skipping right over what the stories were about, what was touching or humorous about them, and going right to the techinical details that were raised even though they weren't central to the plot)


From: (Anonymous) Date: February 1st, 2010 02:27 am (UTC) (Link)


they were both such lovely little stories! I absolutely loved the one with luna! she's one of my favourites and you write her so well!!

both your ficlets made me smile!
From: (Anonymous) Date: February 8th, 2010 10:11 pm (UTC) (Link)

Awww you did it!

I knew you could do. that was really nice ficlet you did with Hagrid and Hermione.

Very interesting too, the back history. and it makes Sense. i know the wizards have a lot of influence from the middle ages, but they also have a minister which that dates from... around 17-19th century? the ministry shouldn't be different in terms of citizen rights.

or maybe they do have those rights but because Fudge and Crouch were relatively corrupt and the whole *the end justify the means* or "money buys influence* they probably hide that knowledge, and when someone pointed it out, that person got fired.

what do you think?

and you made feel so bad for Hermione. I love Ron and I love Harry, but it annoys me a little that it took them so long to apologies to Hermione.
Good thing they did too. since otherwise it would been depressive.

and I love how you give Hagrid's worth in being reasonable, at least when it comes to people.

also, i like the little glimpse of Hermione talking about things with her parents. it is very sad We NEVER saw that more.


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