Now I've got some time to write...
Finally done with finals so I'll hopefully have some time to write, finish up some of the many WIP's on my plate...
In the meantime, to celebrate being done, a very short little ficlet that's the sum total of all I've written in the past two weeks.
Part of my 'All He Ever Wanted' universe.
The Things That Last
Minerva McGonagall entered her office, with more decided content than usual, a very slight smile still lingering on her face after her conversation with Harry and Hermione.
She tried not to have favorites among her former students but she couldn’t deny that she had a softer spot for both of them. She’d seen how much they’d been through, both individually and together, when they’d been so young too, not to feel an added interest in their lives now, not to feel a more personal interest in their current happiness.
Of course it helped that their children were all Gryffindors; indeed, their eldest daughter, Emily, was one of the Gryffindor prefects this year. And while Minerva had been Headmistress for over two decades now and treated all the Houses with scrupulous fairness, she had to admit she still felt a loyalty to Gryffindor, that had been her own house for so many years. She’d become very fond of Emily, Andy and young Sabrina, too. They were all good kids, generally not calling attention to themselves-which was all the more amazing since they were all, naturally, nearly as famous as their parents were.
She always enjoyed seeing Harry and Hermione on their occasional visits back to Hogwarts and today’s visit was, in particular, gratifying-to Harry, especially, because it had been his Emily’s first game as one of the Chasers for Gryffindor’s Quidditch team. And, even more gratifyingly, Gryffindor had won the match.
She paused, catching some movement out of the corner of her eye, as she passed by the window, and looked out, to see none other than the objects of her current thoughts walking down in the direction of Hogsmeade, from where they would Apparate back home.
She lingered at the window, watching Harry and Hermione, and found herself, for a moment, almost transported back-what was it? Nearly 30 years ago now?-back to when Harry and Hermione had been students, long before anyone had dreamed they would be married one day, let alone have three children together.
From this distance, seeing only their backs, it was easy to imagine Harry and Hermione were students again, aside from the lack of school robes. They had the same easy communication that they’d always had, the same way of exchanging occasional glances and smiles.
How many times, after all, had she seen Harry and Hermione talking together over the years, always exuding that almost palpable air of understanding, of closeness? Innumerable times- and they’d had that air of closeness even back then, amazing as it sometimes seemed.
She blinked and then watched as Harry laughed at something Hermione had said and she saw Hermione’s laughing glance at Harry before Hermione reached out, lacing her fingers through his.
And Minerva returned to the present. Certainly, back then, Harry and Hermione had never held hands as they walked.
As she watched, almost as if to emphasize her point, she saw Harry lift their linked hands and could guess that he had kissed Hermione’s hand. Another thing the young Harry would never have thought of doing.
Minerva mentally shook herself out of her reverie over the past and moved away from the window to seat herself at her desk.
Harry and Hermione’s student days were long ago. Time passed and things changed, with fresh faces of new first-years coming in every year as the 7th years left Hogwarts for the rest of the world.
But for all that changed, Minerva thought, some things stayed the same. Hogwarts was still there, still busy and bustling with students. Quidditch matches happened; House rivalries flourished; classes were taught…
And, after all, Harry and Hermione were still best friends, still laughing and talking together, still with that indescribable air of unity about them.
Some things would endure forever…
In the meantime, to celebrate being done, a very short little ficlet that's the sum total of all I've written in the past two weeks.
Part of my 'All He Ever Wanted' universe.
The Things That Last
Minerva McGonagall entered her office, with more decided content than usual, a very slight smile still lingering on her face after her conversation with Harry and Hermione.
She tried not to have favorites among her former students but she couldn’t deny that she had a softer spot for both of them. She’d seen how much they’d been through, both individually and together, when they’d been so young too, not to feel an added interest in their lives now, not to feel a more personal interest in their current happiness.
Of course it helped that their children were all Gryffindors; indeed, their eldest daughter, Emily, was one of the Gryffindor prefects this year. And while Minerva had been Headmistress for over two decades now and treated all the Houses with scrupulous fairness, she had to admit she still felt a loyalty to Gryffindor, that had been her own house for so many years. She’d become very fond of Emily, Andy and young Sabrina, too. They were all good kids, generally not calling attention to themselves-which was all the more amazing since they were all, naturally, nearly as famous as their parents were.
She always enjoyed seeing Harry and Hermione on their occasional visits back to Hogwarts and today’s visit was, in particular, gratifying-to Harry, especially, because it had been his Emily’s first game as one of the Chasers for Gryffindor’s Quidditch team. And, even more gratifyingly, Gryffindor had won the match.
She paused, catching some movement out of the corner of her eye, as she passed by the window, and looked out, to see none other than the objects of her current thoughts walking down in the direction of Hogsmeade, from where they would Apparate back home.
She lingered at the window, watching Harry and Hermione, and found herself, for a moment, almost transported back-what was it? Nearly 30 years ago now?-back to when Harry and Hermione had been students, long before anyone had dreamed they would be married one day, let alone have three children together.
From this distance, seeing only their backs, it was easy to imagine Harry and Hermione were students again, aside from the lack of school robes. They had the same easy communication that they’d always had, the same way of exchanging occasional glances and smiles.
How many times, after all, had she seen Harry and Hermione talking together over the years, always exuding that almost palpable air of understanding, of closeness? Innumerable times- and they’d had that air of closeness even back then, amazing as it sometimes seemed.
She blinked and then watched as Harry laughed at something Hermione had said and she saw Hermione’s laughing glance at Harry before Hermione reached out, lacing her fingers through his.
And Minerva returned to the present. Certainly, back then, Harry and Hermione had never held hands as they walked.
As she watched, almost as if to emphasize her point, she saw Harry lift their linked hands and could guess that he had kissed Hermione’s hand. Another thing the young Harry would never have thought of doing.
Minerva mentally shook herself out of her reverie over the past and moved away from the window to seat herself at her desk.
Harry and Hermione’s student days were long ago. Time passed and things changed, with fresh faces of new first-years coming in every year as the 7th years left Hogwarts for the rest of the world.
But for all that changed, Minerva thought, some things stayed the same. Hogwarts was still there, still busy and bustling with students. Quidditch matches happened; House rivalries flourished; classes were taught…
And, after all, Harry and Hermione were still best friends, still laughing and talking together, still with that indescribable air of unity about them.
Some things would endure forever…