Harry Potter drabbles
Finished a few more Divination Challenge drabbles.
Title: Just For One Glimpse
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 348
Rating: G
Warning: Spoilers for Book 7.
Summary: Snape makes a vow in childhood that would affect the rest of his life.
A/N: Written for minakiwi.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Just For One Glimpse
Severus hated going to Lily's house. Somehow her horse-faced Muggle sister always answered the door when he came to call, like she was spying out the windows for him and waiting behind the door like a cat ready to pounce on its prey before he even rang the bell.
This time was no different. Petunia's bitter face looked uglier than ever as her eyes roamed over Snape from the top of his greasy head to the bottom of his ragged shoes, full of loathing. Severus regarded her with no less distaste.
"Where's Lily?" he said without preamble.
"None of your business," Petunia spat and rushed to shut the door in his face, but Severus pulled out his wand and froze it so quickly that he must have expected this.
"It is my business," he said, his voice dangerously soft, "because I have not seen her in three days."
His wand was still pointed toward Petunia. Her face had gone stark white, and she was working frantically against the stuck door, which wouldn't budge an inch. Severus advanced half a step, and she whimpered.
"She has chicken pox!" Petunia stammered. "She'll be stuck in bed for two weeks!"
Two weeks? Her proclamation fell upon Severus like a death sentence. It may as well have been a lifetime's imprisonment away from Lily, the way it affected him.
"Let me see her," he demanded.
"No! She's not allowed visitors!" And as Petunia resumed shoving her entire skinny frame against the charmed door, she began screaming for her parents.
Severus's eyes narrowed and he swept away, pointing his wand over his shoulder and slamming the door shut in Petunia's frantic face.
He wasn't ready to accept defeat, not yet, not ever. Severus swore to himself that for the rest of his life he would never let anything stand in the way between him and Lily Evans, least of all a barrier as flimsy as a childhood disease. Even if he had to sleep outside her window all night just for one glimpse of her face, he would see those green eyes again.
Title: Their Moment
Genre: Romance
Word count: 221
Rating: G
Summary: Luna and Neville share a moment. Set before the Deathly Hallows Epilogue.
A/N: Written for haro.
Their Moment
Seventh Year at a corrupt Hogwarts had brought Neville and Luna much closer together, but unlike Ron and Hermione, when the final battle against Voldemort was over, they still hadn't shared "their moment".
When the celebrations were over and life began to resemble something normal again, Luna decided to accompany her father on an expedition to find and document the ever-elusive Crumple-Horned Snorkack for the Quibbler. But when she told her friends this unusual plan, they didn't manage much beyond a few polite farewells and the occasional crazy look that Luna had grown so accustomed to.
"They don't believe in Crumple-Horned Snorkacks," she told Neville confidentially, her protuberant eyes disheartened. "They think I'm wasting my time. What do you think?"
"Well," said Neville thoughtfully, "let me put it this way. If I was able to summon the sword of Godric Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat, then anything’s possible. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, have a safe trip, come home soon, and bring me back a Snorkack horn, will ya?"
Luna looked up at Neville in a way that made him feel entirely inadequate to be sorted into a House renowned for bravery… his stomach was doing somersaults…. Needless to say, Luna and Neville had their moment shortly thereafter, the first of a happy lifetime's worth to come.
Title: Just For One Glimpse
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 348
Rating: G
Warning: Spoilers for Book 7.
Summary: Snape makes a vow in childhood that would affect the rest of his life.
A/N: Written for minakiwi.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Just For One Glimpse
Severus hated going to Lily's house. Somehow her horse-faced Muggle sister always answered the door when he came to call, like she was spying out the windows for him and waiting behind the door like a cat ready to pounce on its prey before he even rang the bell.
This time was no different. Petunia's bitter face looked uglier than ever as her eyes roamed over Snape from the top of his greasy head to the bottom of his ragged shoes, full of loathing. Severus regarded her with no less distaste.
"Where's Lily?" he said without preamble.
"None of your business," Petunia spat and rushed to shut the door in his face, but Severus pulled out his wand and froze it so quickly that he must have expected this.
"It is my business," he said, his voice dangerously soft, "because I have not seen her in three days."
His wand was still pointed toward Petunia. Her face had gone stark white, and she was working frantically against the stuck door, which wouldn't budge an inch. Severus advanced half a step, and she whimpered.
"She has chicken pox!" Petunia stammered. "She'll be stuck in bed for two weeks!"
Two weeks? Her proclamation fell upon Severus like a death sentence. It may as well have been a lifetime's imprisonment away from Lily, the way it affected him.
"Let me see her," he demanded.
"No! She's not allowed visitors!" And as Petunia resumed shoving her entire skinny frame against the charmed door, she began screaming for her parents.
Severus's eyes narrowed and he swept away, pointing his wand over his shoulder and slamming the door shut in Petunia's frantic face.
He wasn't ready to accept defeat, not yet, not ever. Severus swore to himself that for the rest of his life he would never let anything stand in the way between him and Lily Evans, least of all a barrier as flimsy as a childhood disease. Even if he had to sleep outside her window all night just for one glimpse of her face, he would see those green eyes again.
Title: Their Moment
Genre: Romance
Word count: 221
Rating: G
Summary: Luna and Neville share a moment. Set before the Deathly Hallows Epilogue.
A/N: Written for haro.
Their Moment
Seventh Year at a corrupt Hogwarts had brought Neville and Luna much closer together, but unlike Ron and Hermione, when the final battle against Voldemort was over, they still hadn't shared "their moment".
When the celebrations were over and life began to resemble something normal again, Luna decided to accompany her father on an expedition to find and document the ever-elusive Crumple-Horned Snorkack for the Quibbler. But when she told her friends this unusual plan, they didn't manage much beyond a few polite farewells and the occasional crazy look that Luna had grown so accustomed to.
"They don't believe in Crumple-Horned Snorkacks," she told Neville confidentially, her protuberant eyes disheartened. "They think I'm wasting my time. What do you think?"
"Well," said Neville thoughtfully, "let me put it this way. If I was able to summon the sword of Godric Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat, then anything’s possible. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, have a safe trip, come home soon, and bring me back a Snorkack horn, will ya?"
Luna looked up at Neville in a way that made him feel entirely inadequate to be sorted into a House renowned for bravery… his stomach was doing somersaults…. Needless to say, Luna and Neville had their moment shortly thereafter, the first of a happy lifetime's worth to come.