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And still more from hp100

Because I like this "write about Grimmauld Place" challenge. I may do my maximum fourteen this week.

Title: Arrival
House: Gryffindor
Word Count: 100
Characters: Remus, Ginny

"Professor LUPIN!"

The shriek was still echoing and Remus hadn't had time to see more than a stream of bright red hair standing out against the gray walls when Ginny flung herself at him, throwing her arms around him exuberantly.

He hugged her back, less from instinct than because there was nothing else to do with his flailing arms. "Hello, Ginny."

She stood back. "Oh, I'm so happy to see you, we missed you… it is really you, isn't it?"

"Yes... though I wonder if you're really you. You look like a girl with a happy secret."

She smiled innocently.


Title: Tea Cozy
House: Gryffindor
Word Count: 100
Characters: Molly, Kreacher

"Give that filthy thing here," Molly said, reaching under the table.

Kreacher backed up between the rungs, clutching a moldy tea cozy. "The blood traitor is not taking mistress's things!"

"It needs washing."

"They takes everything," he said. "And lies about 'washing'."

"I don't imagine there’s a dark spell on a tea cozy."

"Nasty master spoils all of mistress's things." He petted the tea cozy.

Molly was reminded—against her will—of a tatty doll that Ginny refused to relinquish until it unraveled.

"All right," she said. "Keep it. But don't come complaining to me when it makes you sneeze."


Title: Heir Apparent
House: Gryffindor
Word Count: 100
Characters: Narcissa, Draco, Mrs. Black

"Now, Auntie," Narcissa said. "You shouldn't upset yourself. It'll spoil the portrait."

"Why do I need a portrait? Who will see it?"

"I will, Auntie, every time I come in. And Draco will, too, won't you, sweets?"

Draco, who had covered his face in paint, said, "Guh."

"Think you're the heiress, do you?" Auntie said, giving her an unpleasant smile. "Think again. You're the youngest, not the eldest. And you're not mine."

"Bellatrix is in Azkaban. So is Sirius."

"I have Regulus."

"Regulus is dead, Auntie."

"How dare you? Get out!"

Narcissa let it wash over her, and continued painting.


Title: Exploding Snap
House: Gryffindor
Word Count: 100
Characters: Sirius, Regulus

The deck exploded, and Regulus burst into noisy tears.

"Oh, please!" Sirius said.

"It hurts."

"Don't be a baby."

"I'm not a baby. I'm nearly five" He held out his hand for inspection.

Sirius looked. The hand was red and swollen. He winced. "Sorry, Reg. That is nasty."

"Can you make it better, Sirius?"

Sirius looked over his shoulder to see that none of his cousins were about. "All right. But this is special brother magic, and it only works if you don't tell anyone."

Regulus nodded somberly.

Sirius kissed his brother’s hurt and hugged him. "All better?"

Regulus nodded.


Title: The Haunting of Number Eleven
House: Gryffindor
Word Count: 100
Characters: OCs

"You're not joking!"

Sarah nodded in a knowing way. "I hear her all the time, raving about blood."

"Aren't you frightened?" Amanda asked, eyes wide. "I'd be terrified to live here!"

"Well, it's not as though it's loud," Kath said, still leaning against the wall. "You can barely hear her unless you're listening really hard." She thought about it. "Still, it's spooky."

The other girls clamored over to the wall to press their ears against it, and Sarah prayed that the ghost would keep up its wailing. It had, after all, made her slumber parties the most popular in school.


EDITED TO ADD:

This was too long to be a drabble, and there was no way to cut it, so it's just a short-short.


After "Restituo," in which the family tree is restored.

"Mum taught me to use it," Tonks said.

"Use it?"

"It's not just a family tree. It's charmed. Look." She touched her name—looking a bit awed at its return—and whispered, "Appello."

Under her finger, the name lit up, and Harry saw from the corner of his eye that other bits of light had appeared around the room, where the tapestry had now grown to encircle most of the parlor.

"All the ways Mum's descended,"Tonks said. "Back to the middle ages. 'Course, Dad's not on here more than once, being Muggle-born. But look--Appello contineo." Lines sprung up from her name, twisting illuminations leading back to the top of the tapestry. "Pretty, isn't it?"

Harry nodded.

"Finite incantatem." The lines disappeared. "Do you want to try it?"

"Me?"

"See, you can also see how you're related to a person, if you are. Or well, the closest relationship, anyway. I imagine there are plenty of ways to twist it around, but it has to stop somewhere. I tried it with Remus when we first started, er… seeing one another—" She grinned, as she always did when the subject came up. "Then I tried it with everyone. And see?" She touched her name and said, "Appello concero Harry Potter."

Bits of light zigzagged up and down the family tree, finally leading down to a spot about halfway down the wall. Harry looked at it curiously, first noticing his parents' names, twined together on the parchment, then seeing the line leading down to a square that said, "Harry James Potter." In pale, illuminated letters beneath it, it gave his closest relationship to Tonks (fourth cousin, once removed).

His heart stopped, and he felt like he had in front of the Mirror of Erised, except that this was real. These names were people who really had come before him. He looked up curiously, spotting at random a Bones and a Macmillan among his great grandparents, and his great-great-grandmother...

Vega Black.

"Hi, coz," Tonks said, and winked, then waved her wand and said, "Finite incantatem." The words and the zig-zagging lines disappeared. "Give it a try."

He touched his name curiously, and traced the line without speaking.

"It really doesn’t bite."

He licked his lip, then made a decision. "Appello contineo," he said.

Lines of light leapt upward from around the room, forming a net like the cage of phoenix song that had protected him in the graveyard, lines of light that were maps leading back to the place he had come from.


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