Harry's Puppy ~ PG ~ H/R
Title: Harry’s Puppy
Author: Me! (
artimis_potter for those who have never seen me.)
Rating: PG
Genre: Pre-Slash
Warnings: Fluff!
Word Count: 1,227 words
Summary: Ron proves he’ll do anything for Harry…including sewing.
A/N: I’ve been writing this thing for a week now, and I even rewrote it! I originally intended this to be a sequel to “Midnight Trip to Stoatshead Hill” but I ended up a One-Shot.
This takes place anytime from first to fourth year.
Disclaimer: If I really was J.K. Rowling, would I be writing fanfiction? No, I didn’t think so.
Ron stared at the wooden door in bemusement. It wasn’t the door itself that was making Ron confused, but the yelling coming from beyond it. Ron had been standing outside the door for a few minutes now, and the yelling hadn’t stopped. Finally Ron’s curiosity got the best of him and he entered the room. Ron stopped in the doorway and stared. Harry was chasing a giddy Seamus around the dorm. When Seamus ran past Ron he caught sight of the yellow, stuffed dog in Seamus’ hand, and instantly got a bad feeling. Harry was the first to see Ron and he shot him a desperate look.
“Seamus, give him the dog,” Ron said stepping farther into the room Seamus jumped onto Neville’s bed and stood there.
“Why?”
“Because, obviously it’s important to him if he’s chasing you around the dorm,” Ron reasoned.
“Or, he just doesn’t want me to run down to the common room and shout that Harry Potter sleeps with a stuffed animal,” Seamus replied.
“Just give me Floppy,” Harry said wearily. Seamus roared with laughter.
“Floppy?! Floppy?! It has a name?” Seamus laughed. Finally it looked like Harry had had enough. He jumped up onto the bed and tackled Seamus to the floor. They engaged in a fierce tug-of-war match; Harry had the body in his hands, and Seamus had the head. They rolled around for a moment, and, before Ron could stop them, there was a loud ‘RIP!’. Both froze. Harry sat up and Ron saw the yellow body of “Floppy” with white stuffing coming out of the circular hole where the head should be. Seamus had the head in his hands; it’s smile still there despite the fact that it had no body.
“Here, mate, give it to me,” Ron said quietly. Seamus silently handed over the head while Harry watched mutely. Ron looked at Harry, but Harry’s eyes were trained on the two pieces of one of his most prized possessions. Ron could easily see the sadness in his best friend’s eyes.
“Harry, I’m sorry,” Seamus said, his voice genuinely apologetic. Harry stood without a word and left the room.
“I don’t get it,” Seamus said, shaking his head, “it’s just a stuffed animal.”
“It’s a stuffed animal that he’s had since he was young,” Ron said, “and it means the world to him.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, he never told me.”
“How did you know about it?” Seamus asked.
“I found the dog over the summer and asked Harry about it,” Ron answered.
“Do you think it can be fixed?”
“I’m gonna go find out,” Ron said as he stood and headed out the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione looked up from her books as Ron came down the stairs. Her eyebrow rose as she spotted the decapitated dog in his hands.
“Harry just came down. He looked upset. Did you two have a row?” Hermione asked as he sat down.
“No, we didn’t have a row. Seamus found this-“ Ron held up the pieces of the dog, “- and, to make a long story short, they fought and it ripped. Now I need to know how to fix it.”
“I don’t think a simple reparo will fix it. Even if the threads were able to bind again, they may not stay together. You’re going to have to do it manually,” Hermione said in her ‘know-it-all’ voice.
“As in, with a needle and thread?” Ron asked.
“Yes, Ron, with a needle and thread,” Hermione replied.
“Well, were would I find those?” Ron asked. By Hermione’s expression, Ron would guess that she wasn’t expecting that.
“Lavender should have some, she likes to sew,” Hermione said.
“Thanks, Hermione,” Ron said as he got up and headed over to where Lavender and Parvati were giggling over the latest copy of Witch Weekly. Both looked up as he approached.
“Hi, Ron,” Lavender said sweetly, “What can we do for you?”
“I need a needle and thread, and I need to know how to sew,” Ron said.
“What for?” Parvati asked.
“This,” Ron held up the stuffed animal. Lavender nodded and headed up to grab her sewing kit. Soon Ron had stitched up a little bit of the neck. He nodded in thanks to Lavender and headed upstairs to the dorm. He concluded that it was going to be a long night.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry came up an hour later, and he silently changed. Without a word, he crawled into bed and shut the curtains. Ron had to hide “Floppy” while this was going on. He was determined to surprise Harry in the morning. As soon as the rest of the boys were asleep Ron got to work. He silently and methodically pushed the needle in and pulled it through. As the night wore on Ron had had to pull out a section of thread three separate times and he had poked and pricked his fingers more times than he could count. A few times he would almost give up, but then he would think of who he was doing this for and that person’s devastation at the rip; every time he thought about it his determination would return. Ron spent at least four hours fixing the stuffed animal. It would have taken less time if he hadn’t had to start over in some places. He surveyed his work, satisfied. He stowed “Floppy” under his pillow before falling asleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry was just as quiet in the morning. He looked like he had barely slept, which Ron could believe. Harry had once told him that that dog was the only thing that had comforted him after nightmares when he was little, because the Dursleys certainly weren’t going to. Ron got up and grabbed his shower bag.
As he headed to the showers he called back to his depressed best mate, “There’s something on my bed for you, Harry.” He heard Harry’s inaudible mumble before going to shower.
When he left the loo he was jumped by an overly excited Harry.
“You fixed him!” Harry crowed, “How? When?”
“I couldn’t repair it with reparo so I used a needle and thread and sewed it, and I have proof. Just look at my fingers! I sewed all night to fix that dog,” Ron said. Harry hugged him again happily, “Floppy” in between them.
“Thanks, Ron! I still can’t believe it!” Ron watched Harry hug his dog happily, and it filled him with a sense of satisfaction. He always enjoyed making Harry happy, more so than anyone else. Harry’s happiness was always infectious, and he did anything he could to make Harry smile or laugh. This was probably the happiest Ron had ever seen Harry.
Ron sighed, mock exasperatedly, “The things I do for you.”
Harry grinned, “I really appreciate this, Ron. I thought I’d have to bin Floppy, but you fixed him! I’ll always be grateful for this.”
“It was no problem, mate. I didn’t like seeing you that upset, and I knew what he meant to you,” Ron said, his ears turning red as they always did when he spoke about his feelings, “Come on, we need to get going if we don’t want Snape to skin us alive for being late.”
Harry nodded. Ron watched as Harry tucked “Floppy” into is trunk carefully, and he threw his arm across Harry’s shoulders as they headed off to class.
Author: Me! (
artimis_potter for those who have never seen me.)
Rating: PG
Genre: Pre-Slash
Warnings: Fluff!
Word Count: 1,227 words
Summary: Ron proves he’ll do anything for Harry…including sewing.
A/N: I’ve been writing this thing for a week now, and I even rewrote it! I originally intended this to be a sequel to “Midnight Trip to Stoatshead Hill” but I ended up a One-Shot.
This takes place anytime from first to fourth year.
Disclaimer: If I really was J.K. Rowling, would I be writing fanfiction? No, I didn’t think so.
Ron stared at the wooden door in bemusement. It wasn’t the door itself that was making Ron confused, but the yelling coming from beyond it. Ron had been standing outside the door for a few minutes now, and the yelling hadn’t stopped. Finally Ron’s curiosity got the best of him and he entered the room. Ron stopped in the doorway and stared. Harry was chasing a giddy Seamus around the dorm. When Seamus ran past Ron he caught sight of the yellow, stuffed dog in Seamus’ hand, and instantly got a bad feeling. Harry was the first to see Ron and he shot him a desperate look.
“Seamus, give him the dog,” Ron said stepping farther into the room Seamus jumped onto Neville’s bed and stood there.
“Why?”
“Because, obviously it’s important to him if he’s chasing you around the dorm,” Ron reasoned.
“Or, he just doesn’t want me to run down to the common room and shout that Harry Potter sleeps with a stuffed animal,” Seamus replied.
“Just give me Floppy,” Harry said wearily. Seamus roared with laughter.
“Floppy?! Floppy?! It has a name?” Seamus laughed. Finally it looked like Harry had had enough. He jumped up onto the bed and tackled Seamus to the floor. They engaged in a fierce tug-of-war match; Harry had the body in his hands, and Seamus had the head. They rolled around for a moment, and, before Ron could stop them, there was a loud ‘RIP!’. Both froze. Harry sat up and Ron saw the yellow body of “Floppy” with white stuffing coming out of the circular hole where the head should be. Seamus had the head in his hands; it’s smile still there despite the fact that it had no body.
“Here, mate, give it to me,” Ron said quietly. Seamus silently handed over the head while Harry watched mutely. Ron looked at Harry, but Harry’s eyes were trained on the two pieces of one of his most prized possessions. Ron could easily see the sadness in his best friend’s eyes.
“Harry, I’m sorry,” Seamus said, his voice genuinely apologetic. Harry stood without a word and left the room.
“I don’t get it,” Seamus said, shaking his head, “it’s just a stuffed animal.”
“It’s a stuffed animal that he’s had since he was young,” Ron said, “and it means the world to him.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, he never told me.”
“How did you know about it?” Seamus asked.
“I found the dog over the summer and asked Harry about it,” Ron answered.
“Do you think it can be fixed?”
“I’m gonna go find out,” Ron said as he stood and headed out the door.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Hermione looked up from her books as Ron came down the stairs. Her eyebrow rose as she spotted the decapitated dog in his hands.
“Harry just came down. He looked upset. Did you two have a row?” Hermione asked as he sat down.
“No, we didn’t have a row. Seamus found this-“ Ron held up the pieces of the dog, “- and, to make a long story short, they fought and it ripped. Now I need to know how to fix it.”
“I don’t think a simple reparo will fix it. Even if the threads were able to bind again, they may not stay together. You’re going to have to do it manually,” Hermione said in her ‘know-it-all’ voice.
“As in, with a needle and thread?” Ron asked.
“Yes, Ron, with a needle and thread,” Hermione replied.
“Well, were would I find those?” Ron asked. By Hermione’s expression, Ron would guess that she wasn’t expecting that.
“Lavender should have some, she likes to sew,” Hermione said.
“Thanks, Hermione,” Ron said as he got up and headed over to where Lavender and Parvati were giggling over the latest copy of Witch Weekly. Both looked up as he approached.
“Hi, Ron,” Lavender said sweetly, “What can we do for you?”
“I need a needle and thread, and I need to know how to sew,” Ron said.
“What for?” Parvati asked.
“This,” Ron held up the stuffed animal. Lavender nodded and headed up to grab her sewing kit. Soon Ron had stitched up a little bit of the neck. He nodded in thanks to Lavender and headed upstairs to the dorm. He concluded that it was going to be a long night.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry came up an hour later, and he silently changed. Without a word, he crawled into bed and shut the curtains. Ron had to hide “Floppy” while this was going on. He was determined to surprise Harry in the morning. As soon as the rest of the boys were asleep Ron got to work. He silently and methodically pushed the needle in and pulled it through. As the night wore on Ron had had to pull out a section of thread three separate times and he had poked and pricked his fingers more times than he could count. A few times he would almost give up, but then he would think of who he was doing this for and that person’s devastation at the rip; every time he thought about it his determination would return. Ron spent at least four hours fixing the stuffed animal. It would have taken less time if he hadn’t had to start over in some places. He surveyed his work, satisfied. He stowed “Floppy” under his pillow before falling asleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry was just as quiet in the morning. He looked like he had barely slept, which Ron could believe. Harry had once told him that that dog was the only thing that had comforted him after nightmares when he was little, because the Dursleys certainly weren’t going to. Ron got up and grabbed his shower bag.
As he headed to the showers he called back to his depressed best mate, “There’s something on my bed for you, Harry.” He heard Harry’s inaudible mumble before going to shower.
When he left the loo he was jumped by an overly excited Harry.
“You fixed him!” Harry crowed, “How? When?”
“I couldn’t repair it with reparo so I used a needle and thread and sewed it, and I have proof. Just look at my fingers! I sewed all night to fix that dog,” Ron said. Harry hugged him again happily, “Floppy” in between them.
“Thanks, Ron! I still can’t believe it!” Ron watched Harry hug his dog happily, and it filled him with a sense of satisfaction. He always enjoyed making Harry happy, more so than anyone else. Harry’s happiness was always infectious, and he did anything he could to make Harry smile or laugh. This was probably the happiest Ron had ever seen Harry.
Ron sighed, mock exasperatedly, “The things I do for you.”
Harry grinned, “I really appreciate this, Ron. I thought I’d have to bin Floppy, but you fixed him! I’ll always be grateful for this.”
“It was no problem, mate. I didn’t like seeing you that upset, and I knew what he meant to you,” Ron said, his ears turning red as they always did when he spoke about his feelings, “Come on, we need to get going if we don’t want Snape to skin us alive for being late.”
Harry nodded. Ron watched as Harry tucked “Floppy” into is trunk carefully, and he threw his arm across Harry’s shoulders as they headed off to class.