Fic: Hold On To Your Hat
Title: Hold On To Your Hat
Chapter 1: "The Carnival in the Caribbean"
Author: dwarfandelf
Beta: No beta, but anyone wishing to apply for the position, is welcome :-)
Pairings: Albus Severus/Scorpius, Harry Potter/Severus Snape (planned)
Other Characters: So far only Draco and Wife, OMC House Elf, a Clown and a Ladybug
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Word Count: 1,101
Rating: G this part, but if all goes well, I hope to get to NC17, or at least PG13 :-)
Summary: Scorpius’ finds his inner kid is still alive and well
Warnings: Maybe a warning for “Ridiculous”? Otherwise, none.
A/N: I am an absolute beginner; it took me forever to write this. I have a vague plan to continue this for a relatively longish piece, but I don’t want to promise anything that I don’t know for sure I could deliver. However, I am hoping to continue working hard on this. Also, as a snarry fan, I will do my best to include some snarry too!
Disclaimer: Anything that’s recognizable from the Harry Potter series belongs to JKR, and whatever remains was for the most part inspired by her work.
The Carnival in the Caribbean
Scorpius stepped out of the Floo into a warm, humid climate. A tall clown in a rainbow suit greeted him with, “Welcome to The Carnival Island!” With a flick of the wand, the clown made a variation of the Island’s signature hat appear on Scorpius’ head. The hat also featured rainbow colours, and a wild assortment of shapes formed a unique hat for each person. Probably the worst part of the hat was the Island’s flag stuck in its top. The flag was deep green with an orange sun in the middle and the words “Reach Deep, Aim High, and Hold on to Your Hat” printed in a circle around the sun. This was, of course, the motto of the Island.
Scorpius pushed the hat back off his eyes and somewhat dubiously observed his surroundings. The Carnival Island was a small island in the Caribbean, unplottable and invisible to Muggles. The entire island was an amusement park, where Scorpius had a lot of fun on two previous visits, but he was a child then. Being 15 now, a part of him could not help but smile a little upon seeing old familiar fantasy characters from his childhood, but the other part of him hoped only to find a quiet spot in which to wait until tomorrow’s wedding.
Scorpius liked to spend his summers quietly, at his home, where he spent time reading, fantasizing, and hanging around with his parents. Each summer his family went on short trips, which he enjoyed well enough, but the best thing about them he found, was coming home afterwards. Therefore, this 2-day trip would be a pleasant enough distraction, but nothing to get too excited about. In fact, such would be the case if they came here for anyone else’s wedding but that of Ginny Weasley, formerly Ginny Potter, mother of Scorpius’ first and only love to date.
His parents emerged from the Floo behind him and a moment later their family Elf, Binky, appeared with a large heap of luggage. Navy bags were Scorpius’, grey ones were his father’s, and the wine coloured ones, his mother’s. Of course, it was his mother who told Binky what to pack; if it were Scorpius, he would only have packed a small carry-on bag instead of three large bags and a suitcase. He didn’t even know what was in them.
A short girl in a ladybug suit with antennas on her head handed brochures to each of them and asked his father, “Would you like me to put a locating spell on your son, Sir?”
“No dad, I’m not a little kid any more,” Scorpius protested.
“Yes, it would make me feel easier,” his father answered the ladybug. She touched Scorpius’ arm with her wand and then the parchment. “Could we have three copies?” his dad asked. “Our son should be able to find us as well.”
“Certainly,” she said, and after several short incantations, she handed each of them a copy of the map. “Please proceed to the booth on your left, and enjoy your stay,” she said, and then fluttered her ladybug wings, and to Scorpius’ surprise, took off into the air and flew away.
They arrived to the booth where a Goblin in dark green uniform asked them to see their tickets. There was nothing funny in the way this Goblin appeared, and from the way he looked at them unsmilingly, he seemed a little scary. After performing a few security checks, verifying the tickets and their identities, the Goblin cleared them and gave Binky a security pass bracelet that would allow the Elf to aparate anywhere on the island as the service to his family required of him.
Binky went on ahead with their luggage, while Scorpius and his mom and dad took leisurely stroll to their hotel. “Which hotel are we staying in?” Scorpius asked.
“Just wait and you will see,” his dad answered. Scorpius looked at his mom, but she only gave him a gentle smile. They were walking past the kids’ rides, and past the Monster House, and then down one of the busy narrow streets, crammed on both sides with stands selling trinkets and souvenirs, sweets and fast foods. Scorpius was beginning to feel hungry from catching whiffs of all the foods they have been passing by: caramel-y, hot chocolate-y smells, fruit pies and other sweet aromas, as well as whiffs of the smoky air around the fires roasting and barbequing meat, that assaulted their noses every few feet or so.
They rounded the corner of the Little Street, which was rather long for a street of that name, where suddenly, they came into view of a large open space, dominated by a giant, pink, cotton candy stuck in the ground. “It’s The Cotton Candy Hotel!” Scorpius said joyfully. It was the hotel he always wanted to stay in.
The first time at the Island he chose The Old Shoe Hotel, which looked like a very big, old shoe, but it gave no end to Scorpius’ fantasies, while he was still a little boy. There was a period of time in his childhood when he constantly imagined that he was living in a big shoe.
The second time he chose The Gingerbread House Hotel, and he loved it as well. He particularly liked that he could grab any random part of the wall, roof, window, doorknob, anything at all, and eat it! Then watch it repair itself while he was eating. It would grow an extra thing or two, just for fun. Maybe add a sprinkle, or chocolate coating, or turn from muffin into marzipan, or other such fun stuff. And it was delicious too, he remembered.
After that trip, he had told his parents that their next time there, he wanted to stay at The Cotton Candy Hotel, which promised to be a fantastic fun, because you can ride in a little open train around the top of the hotel and slide around it in the spirals through the cotton candy, from the very top of the swirl’s peak, to the bottom of the stick, where you are deposited into a sea of soft cottony fluff, so that it seems like you are floating and diving through a cloud. Scorpius actually couldn’t help his eyes mist a bit while he thought of it, he looked forward to it surprisingly much for a 15 year old in love. He laughed and looked at his dad, “Thank you,” and then he turned to his mom, “It’s completely ridiculous that I am looking forward to this, but I am! Thanks, mom.”
Chapter 1: "The Carnival in the Caribbean"
Author: dwarfandelf
Beta: No beta, but anyone wishing to apply for the position, is welcome :-)
Pairings: Albus Severus/Scorpius, Harry Potter/Severus Snape (planned)
Other Characters: So far only Draco and Wife, OMC House Elf, a Clown and a Ladybug
Genre: Romance, Fluff
Word Count: 1,101
Rating: G this part, but if all goes well, I hope to get to NC17, or at least PG13 :-)
Summary: Scorpius’ finds his inner kid is still alive and well
Warnings: Maybe a warning for “Ridiculous”? Otherwise, none.
A/N: I am an absolute beginner; it took me forever to write this. I have a vague plan to continue this for a relatively longish piece, but I don’t want to promise anything that I don’t know for sure I could deliver. However, I am hoping to continue working hard on this. Also, as a snarry fan, I will do my best to include some snarry too!
Disclaimer: Anything that’s recognizable from the Harry Potter series belongs to JKR, and whatever remains was for the most part inspired by her work.
The Carnival in the Caribbean
Scorpius stepped out of the Floo into a warm, humid climate. A tall clown in a rainbow suit greeted him with, “Welcome to The Carnival Island!” With a flick of the wand, the clown made a variation of the Island’s signature hat appear on Scorpius’ head. The hat also featured rainbow colours, and a wild assortment of shapes formed a unique hat for each person. Probably the worst part of the hat was the Island’s flag stuck in its top. The flag was deep green with an orange sun in the middle and the words “Reach Deep, Aim High, and Hold on to Your Hat” printed in a circle around the sun. This was, of course, the motto of the Island.
Scorpius pushed the hat back off his eyes and somewhat dubiously observed his surroundings. The Carnival Island was a small island in the Caribbean, unplottable and invisible to Muggles. The entire island was an amusement park, where Scorpius had a lot of fun on two previous visits, but he was a child then. Being 15 now, a part of him could not help but smile a little upon seeing old familiar fantasy characters from his childhood, but the other part of him hoped only to find a quiet spot in which to wait until tomorrow’s wedding.
Scorpius liked to spend his summers quietly, at his home, where he spent time reading, fantasizing, and hanging around with his parents. Each summer his family went on short trips, which he enjoyed well enough, but the best thing about them he found, was coming home afterwards. Therefore, this 2-day trip would be a pleasant enough distraction, but nothing to get too excited about. In fact, such would be the case if they came here for anyone else’s wedding but that of Ginny Weasley, formerly Ginny Potter, mother of Scorpius’ first and only love to date.
His parents emerged from the Floo behind him and a moment later their family Elf, Binky, appeared with a large heap of luggage. Navy bags were Scorpius’, grey ones were his father’s, and the wine coloured ones, his mother’s. Of course, it was his mother who told Binky what to pack; if it were Scorpius, he would only have packed a small carry-on bag instead of three large bags and a suitcase. He didn’t even know what was in them.
A short girl in a ladybug suit with antennas on her head handed brochures to each of them and asked his father, “Would you like me to put a locating spell on your son, Sir?”
“No dad, I’m not a little kid any more,” Scorpius protested.
“Yes, it would make me feel easier,” his father answered the ladybug. She touched Scorpius’ arm with her wand and then the parchment. “Could we have three copies?” his dad asked. “Our son should be able to find us as well.”
“Certainly,” she said, and after several short incantations, she handed each of them a copy of the map. “Please proceed to the booth on your left, and enjoy your stay,” she said, and then fluttered her ladybug wings, and to Scorpius’ surprise, took off into the air and flew away.
They arrived to the booth where a Goblin in dark green uniform asked them to see their tickets. There was nothing funny in the way this Goblin appeared, and from the way he looked at them unsmilingly, he seemed a little scary. After performing a few security checks, verifying the tickets and their identities, the Goblin cleared them and gave Binky a security pass bracelet that would allow the Elf to aparate anywhere on the island as the service to his family required of him.
Binky went on ahead with their luggage, while Scorpius and his mom and dad took leisurely stroll to their hotel. “Which hotel are we staying in?” Scorpius asked.
“Just wait and you will see,” his dad answered. Scorpius looked at his mom, but she only gave him a gentle smile. They were walking past the kids’ rides, and past the Monster House, and then down one of the busy narrow streets, crammed on both sides with stands selling trinkets and souvenirs, sweets and fast foods. Scorpius was beginning to feel hungry from catching whiffs of all the foods they have been passing by: caramel-y, hot chocolate-y smells, fruit pies and other sweet aromas, as well as whiffs of the smoky air around the fires roasting and barbequing meat, that assaulted their noses every few feet or so.
They rounded the corner of the Little Street, which was rather long for a street of that name, where suddenly, they came into view of a large open space, dominated by a giant, pink, cotton candy stuck in the ground. “It’s The Cotton Candy Hotel!” Scorpius said joyfully. It was the hotel he always wanted to stay in.
The first time at the Island he chose The Old Shoe Hotel, which looked like a very big, old shoe, but it gave no end to Scorpius’ fantasies, while he was still a little boy. There was a period of time in his childhood when he constantly imagined that he was living in a big shoe.
The second time he chose The Gingerbread House Hotel, and he loved it as well. He particularly liked that he could grab any random part of the wall, roof, window, doorknob, anything at all, and eat it! Then watch it repair itself while he was eating. It would grow an extra thing or two, just for fun. Maybe add a sprinkle, or chocolate coating, or turn from muffin into marzipan, or other such fun stuff. And it was delicious too, he remembered.
After that trip, he had told his parents that their next time there, he wanted to stay at The Cotton Candy Hotel, which promised to be a fantastic fun, because you can ride in a little open train around the top of the hotel and slide around it in the spirals through the cotton candy, from the very top of the swirl’s peak, to the bottom of the stick, where you are deposited into a sea of soft cottony fluff, so that it seems like you are floating and diving through a cloud. Scorpius actually couldn’t help his eyes mist a bit while he thought of it, he looked forward to it surprisingly much for a 15 year old in love. He laughed and looked at his dad, “Thank you,” and then he turned to his mom, “It’s completely ridiculous that I am looking forward to this, but I am! Thanks, mom.”