Snippets from life, a story and more Drabbles.

[laliandra]

"It's not my fault, it's genetic" or 'Conversations I have had with my family this week'

Me: So what are your plan's for the next few months?
My Father: I'm thinking of going to stay with Terry to write his autobiography.
Me: Terry my unofficial godfather, otherwise known as Teri Fortune, South Africa's foremost black drag queen?
Father: That's the one. The working title is 'My part in The Struggle was wearing a sequined dress'.
Me: Oh. Kay...

Granny: I don't know what card to send to my friend. Oo, what about Naked Old People?!
Me: wow, there's actually quite a selection of Naked Old People cards. Weird.
Granny: Awww, look at the ones on the tandem. And look at this one, he's got a very wrinkly bottom.
Me: ....
Granny: *notices a man looking at other cards on the twirling stand* Oh sorry, would you like a look too *twirls the stand*
Man: *goes very red*

This may explain a lot.


In other (read fannish) news, I've sort of finished the first bit of my Draco piece, but I've left the notebook with it in at home. It features embarrassment, misunderstandings, the opposite of a Howler and a simile I spent a day on... It needs a title, but I super suck at titles. Help!

And here are a little collection of drabbles featuring the next generation of HP characters. The first one is the very first drabble I ever wrote.

‘Not Slytherin, not Slytherin.’

The Sorting Hat made a noise that the boy wearing it assumed was the closest thing millinery can get a chuckle.

‘That sounds very familiar. Had another boy, must be about 25 years ago now, who thought exactly the same, didn’t know what house he wanted, just kept repeating ‘not Slytherin’. I’ll tell you what I told him, you could do well in Slytherin.’

‘Please no!’ this thought was desperate. ‘Everyone already stares at me because of who my father is, it’ll only be worse if I’m in Slytherin.’

‘Even the same feeling of the pressure of expectations, fascinating,’ the Hat mused ‘also difficult to place. A good mind, a desire to prove yourself, plenty of courage, a good heart, you’d go well in any house. You certainly have the ambition to a Slytherin.’

‘But I don’t want to be one.’

‘Well, that pretty much settles it then. Are you sure? You don’t want to carry on the proud tradition of your name?’

‘There is little pride left in the Malfoy name.’ Came the stark reply.

 

Hermione Weasley

The Nook

Surrey

 

Mum! Read this through before you read it to Dad. And sit him down and get him a drink first. A strong drink.

The thing is Mum, I’ve not been sorted into Gryffindor like he expected. Look, its just easier if I tell you what happened.

I put the hat on and it said ‘Ah a Weasley. Family of Griffyndors.” And I said “Actually statistically only 2/3s of the current generation of Weasleys are in Gryffindor.”

“Ah yes, and a Granger too. You could be a Ravenclaw. My, you are difficult.”

So I told it I’d been thinking and made a list and I’d decided although being brave and hardworking and knowledgeable are all very important to me, they are not the things I value most. I value strategy and ambition. And the Hat said it could see that, and that Dad had a great talent for strategy, and that you had a determination to achieve your goals, and that I would make an excellent Slytherin. It shouted Slytherin and I was sorted.

I know what Dad will say, but Slytherin is just a House at school. That’s important. I want to make my house known again for the things it always should have been, hard working people who have energy and drive, who want to achieve great things, who are sometimes ruthless and cunning but mostly determined and focused. Not the evil house, the house of Dark Arts. Because the way I see it, you fought so no one would suffer prejudice, and that should include Slytherin.

Please try and explain it to Dad. You might need to yell ‘Slytherin does NOT equal EVIL’ a few times.

Love to you and Dad and Hugo

Rosie

 

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Scorpius tried but failed miserably to move a picture inconspicuously along the shelf but Al had his parents’ sharp eyes and darted over to take try and take a closer look.

“What are you trying to hide? Is it baby pictures?”

He knocked Scorpius’ hand aside and took down two thin, well-read looking books and read the title “Harry, our Hero. The life story of the Chosen One in two parts.”

Scorpius went pink “I just thought, he’s your dad, you might find it weird. They were my favourites when I was younger, I don’t know why I still have them, they’re just little kids books” he added in the mature tone of someone who has reached the grand age of 12.

“They’re cool books. And I’m kind of used to this sort of stuff.” Al shrugged, “Though, I guess I wouldn’t have expected your Dad to give you books like this, with your family’s history.” He had met Scorpius’ parents properly this morning and they had seemed very nice, but Dad had explained about how complicated The War had been and how the Malfoys had been ‘caught up on the wrong side’.

“That’s why these were my favourite, it mentions my grandmother, look.” Scorpius opened the second book with old habit, pointed half way down the page and read aloud “Harry Potter was then helped by the courageous actions of Narcissa Malfoy, who lied to Voldemort for his sake, despite the terrible danger.”

“Wow, I didn’t know that. That’s so brave.”

“Its strange that your Dad and my Grandma are people in history books. Grandma is just Grandma to me.”

“To me Dad is definitely not ‘Our Hero, The Chosen One’.” Al said in a dramatic voice, and Scorpius just laughed and hit him with the book.

Teddy spent most of the party hiding. He didn’t feel like hearing through the whole ‘your mother/father/godfather was so brave’ speech from total strangers yet again. When he had first started coming to these functions with the Potters he had been too little to really understand, then he had tried to gather as much information as possible but now he had realised that he was just getting the same trite things over and over.

“Teddy Lupin?” asked a woman’s voice with that unbearable note of sympathy in it. Teddy pulled a face, turned round and smiled.

“Yes, that’s me”

“I knew it, you look just like your father. I’m Tess, we were in the same year at school you know.”

Teddy wasn’t usually rude, but he had officially run out of patience.

“Don’t tell me, you want to say how brave and good he was and how sorry you were for him…”

Tess just raised her eyebrows. “No. I mean, he may well have been those things bit that’s not what I remember most. I certainly wasn’t sorry for him. He was a Marauder. And he was handsome, and wickedly funny. He and Sirius used to do this impression of James and Lily, with Sirius as James, saying stupid things and running his fingers through his hair constantly and Remus being Lily, walking about pretending not even to notice him and secretly watching his every move. It was spot on.”

Teddy grinned, “well, that’s the first time anyone’s told me that what they admired about my father was his ability to impersonate a girl.”

“Yes, well…”

“It’s fine, in fact it’s great. Makes him seem more of a person, not just a war hero on a pedestal.”

“Good.” Tess smiled suddenly “I had a terrible crush on Remus in fourth year, but he was too preoccupied to notice.”

“With his, illness?” Teddy asked awkwardly.

“Maybe, but mostly with a prank charming the clouds on the ceiling of the Great Hall to spell some rather interesting words.”
 

Harry wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry when Teddy finally opened his bedroom door. Every piece of paper had been ripped, every piece of glass smashed; in short, everything breakable had been broken. Usually Teddy went quiet and withdrawn on Victory Day, but this was something new.

“Sorry.” Teddy mumbled, looking down at his feet.

“Just tell me Ted.” That was their phrase, the one that meant ‘it’s ok, just tell me the truth, I won’t be cross’ used many times in Teddy’s childhood after the discovery of another broken item. His godson lifted up his face and Teddy’s grey eyes were so much like Sirius’ that Harry was very tempted to break something himself.

“I know I shouldn’t be angry at them, I know that what they did was right, and they did it for me. It’s just…”

“Sometimes you can’t understand them, want them to have done something differently. It’s alright to be angry sometimes, I know I am. Just because objectively you know they did the right thing doesn’t make it any easier to accept that doing the right thing got them killed.”

Harry put his arm around shoulders that somehow were nearly level with his own and let Teddy lean on him, hoping that understanding could help where knowledge failed. They stood there until he felt the tension in Teddy’s body ease slightly and turquoise hints reappear in his hair, which he ruffled and said, “When you did get so tall?”

 

 

I have been reliving being a kid this week, watching Mary Poppins and The Secret Garden and falling back in love with both Marys...

Comments

[vegablack62.livejournal.com]

I love your family. You should put them in a fic. The scene with your grandmother and the naked old people cards made my day.

I can't write titles either. I think I should win an award for the most lame titles on LJ.

(Thanks for posting these drabbles I liked reading them again.)