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Author: ur_a_funny_1 (me!)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Here comes the sun
Characters/Pairing: Harry/slight HarryxGinny
Rating: G
Category: mild angst
Summary: Harry couldn't sleep
A/N: Meant to be a missing scene after the events of DH but before the epilogue. OOC maybe?? Please be nice. I'm not a writer. I beta, okay? So this is just a random one-shot done to assuage my boredom! Concrit is very welcome, but no flaming please!
Harry couldn’t sleep. He’d been having dreams about the final battle. Voldemort had been so confident and Harry had been so scared. He couldn’t help reliving the sheer terror of having such a thing to kill. Kill or be killed. Wasn’t that just the story of his life? Perhaps if there hadn’t been a prophecy, things wouldn’t have happened the way they did. Harry couldn’t help being resentful of normal people like Seamus and Dean who’d had nothing more to worry about than Quidditch, whose turn it was to get the firewhisky for the after-party, and if there was enough time to frantically scribble an answer for a Transfiguration essay. Voldemort had been such a driving force in his life that there had been little time the think about the future.
Harry was stuck. He didn’t know what he wanted to do anymore. Being an Auror didn’t sound quite so appealing now. With the main event finished, Harry had no idea as to where his life was headed. He didn’t know what to do with himself. The future looked so bleak. The only things keeping him sane were his friends. Now that they were moving on with their lives, he realised that he couldn’t always live in the same House as them, eat at the Gryffindor table every morning with them, or huddle in front of the fire on a cold winter’s night.
Harry stared out onto the grounds bathed in the half-moon’s pale silvery light. In a couple of hours, the Hogwarts Express was going to take everyone home for the last time. Right now, Harry was ready to pack it in. With any luck, the morning would bring some peace and happiness to his chaotic life.
Harry woke with the sunlight spilling onto his four-poster and brightening his eyelids. He kept his eyes closed as he listened to the noises of people frantically packing the last of their stuff. A presence shifted and Harry felt the bed dip on his left.
“Harry, mate. You up?” came Ron’s voice, tentative and softly spoken.
Harry groaned and slowly opened his eyes to Ron’s grinning face.
“Yeah, Ron. I’m awake.” He twisted his arms above his head, stretching out and relaxing his muscles. He swung his arms back down and in the momentum, hauled himself out of bed.
The dorm looked empty without the boys’ stuff strewn every which way. The view out the window showed a vibrant morning with almost no clouds at all. The weather seemed to be celebrating the end of an era. Harry looked around himself, trying to imprint the Gryffindor dormitory in his memory for the last time. Dean had already finished packing and was smiling at the veritable whirlwind that was Seamus. Eventually everyone, having shoved as much as they could into their bulging trunks, glanced around to see if they’d missed anything, catching each other’s eyes and quickly looking away. Ron broke the heavy silence with a cough.
“C’mon Harry. Hermione’ll have a fit if we’re not down there soon,” said Ron, though he made no move to follow his own advice.
Neville popped his head around from looking under his bed to ask, “Has anyone seen my Herbology textbook? I can’t find it anywhere.”
There was a simultaneous rolling of eyes as the boys bent down to help Neville look for his book.
The sounds of someone coming up the stairs froze everyone just before Hermione burst through the door, looking flustered and unsympathetic.
“What are you boys doing? The train leaves in twenty minutes! We have to leave right now!” She announced and immediately started fixing her hair into some semblance of order.
“NOW!” She shrieked, and turned to proceed down the stairs, barely managing to keep from falling down.
The boys were still frozen, faces showing the after effects of a Hermione rampage. Harry grinned to himself and started down the stairs after her.
The common room was a scene of pandemonium. People were bustling by, collecting their things and rushing back up to their dormitory. Some were trying to push their way through the tide of people to the exit. Harry stood at the bottom of the stairs watching the rush with amusement until Ron bumped into him, pushing him aside with a harried, “Sorry, mate.”
Harry tuned out the numerous sounds and looked at the room. The fire was smoking from last night’s blaze. The sun was streaming across comfortable chairs, making the red and gold colours blaze with a life of their own. McGonagall opened the portrait, took in the scene, and immediately silenced everyone.
“Students will make their way calmly,” she put extra emphasis on this, “and, composedly to the entrance hall where you will take the carriages to the station. I would like to take the opportunity to thanks the seventh years for their time here at Hogwarts and wish them the best of luck in their ventures.” She smiled warmly at the Gryffindors as a round of cheers and clapping started for the school leavers. Harry watched all this with a slight smile on his face. Ginny turned to look at him from the centre of the whistling and cheering, flipping her hair around her shoulders and giving Harry and bright, happy smile. Harry thought that he did indeed have something to live for. He smiled wider at her and joined her on the way to the front doors, the laughter and chatter washing over him as he walked slowly out.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Here comes the sun
Characters/Pairing: Harry/slight HarryxGinny
Rating: G
Category: mild angst
Summary: Harry couldn't sleep
A/N: Meant to be a missing scene after the events of DH but before the epilogue. OOC maybe?? Please be nice. I'm not a writer. I beta, okay? So this is just a random one-shot done to assuage my boredom! Concrit is very welcome, but no flaming please!
Harry couldn’t sleep. He’d been having dreams about the final battle. Voldemort had been so confident and Harry had been so scared. He couldn’t help reliving the sheer terror of having such a thing to kill. Kill or be killed. Wasn’t that just the story of his life? Perhaps if there hadn’t been a prophecy, things wouldn’t have happened the way they did. Harry couldn’t help being resentful of normal people like Seamus and Dean who’d had nothing more to worry about than Quidditch, whose turn it was to get the firewhisky for the after-party, and if there was enough time to frantically scribble an answer for a Transfiguration essay. Voldemort had been such a driving force in his life that there had been little time the think about the future.
Harry was stuck. He didn’t know what he wanted to do anymore. Being an Auror didn’t sound quite so appealing now. With the main event finished, Harry had no idea as to where his life was headed. He didn’t know what to do with himself. The future looked so bleak. The only things keeping him sane were his friends. Now that they were moving on with their lives, he realised that he couldn’t always live in the same House as them, eat at the Gryffindor table every morning with them, or huddle in front of the fire on a cold winter’s night.
Harry stared out onto the grounds bathed in the half-moon’s pale silvery light. In a couple of hours, the Hogwarts Express was going to take everyone home for the last time. Right now, Harry was ready to pack it in. With any luck, the morning would bring some peace and happiness to his chaotic life.
Harry woke with the sunlight spilling onto his four-poster and brightening his eyelids. He kept his eyes closed as he listened to the noises of people frantically packing the last of their stuff. A presence shifted and Harry felt the bed dip on his left.
“Harry, mate. You up?” came Ron’s voice, tentative and softly spoken.
Harry groaned and slowly opened his eyes to Ron’s grinning face.
“Yeah, Ron. I’m awake.” He twisted his arms above his head, stretching out and relaxing his muscles. He swung his arms back down and in the momentum, hauled himself out of bed.
The dorm looked empty without the boys’ stuff strewn every which way. The view out the window showed a vibrant morning with almost no clouds at all. The weather seemed to be celebrating the end of an era. Harry looked around himself, trying to imprint the Gryffindor dormitory in his memory for the last time. Dean had already finished packing and was smiling at the veritable whirlwind that was Seamus. Eventually everyone, having shoved as much as they could into their bulging trunks, glanced around to see if they’d missed anything, catching each other’s eyes and quickly looking away. Ron broke the heavy silence with a cough.
“C’mon Harry. Hermione’ll have a fit if we’re not down there soon,” said Ron, though he made no move to follow his own advice.
Neville popped his head around from looking under his bed to ask, “Has anyone seen my Herbology textbook? I can’t find it anywhere.”
There was a simultaneous rolling of eyes as the boys bent down to help Neville look for his book.
The sounds of someone coming up the stairs froze everyone just before Hermione burst through the door, looking flustered and unsympathetic.
“What are you boys doing? The train leaves in twenty minutes! We have to leave right now!” She announced and immediately started fixing her hair into some semblance of order.
“NOW!” She shrieked, and turned to proceed down the stairs, barely managing to keep from falling down.
The boys were still frozen, faces showing the after effects of a Hermione rampage. Harry grinned to himself and started down the stairs after her.
The common room was a scene of pandemonium. People were bustling by, collecting their things and rushing back up to their dormitory. Some were trying to push their way through the tide of people to the exit. Harry stood at the bottom of the stairs watching the rush with amusement until Ron bumped into him, pushing him aside with a harried, “Sorry, mate.”
Harry tuned out the numerous sounds and looked at the room. The fire was smoking from last night’s blaze. The sun was streaming across comfortable chairs, making the red and gold colours blaze with a life of their own. McGonagall opened the portrait, took in the scene, and immediately silenced everyone.
“Students will make their way calmly,” she put extra emphasis on this, “and, composedly to the entrance hall where you will take the carriages to the station. I would like to take the opportunity to thanks the seventh years for their time here at Hogwarts and wish them the best of luck in their ventures.” She smiled warmly at the Gryffindors as a round of cheers and clapping started for the school leavers. Harry watched all this with a slight smile on his face. Ginny turned to look at him from the centre of the whistling and cheering, flipping her hair around her shoulders and giving Harry and bright, happy smile. Harry thought that he did indeed have something to live for. He smiled wider at her and joined her on the way to the front doors, the laughter and chatter washing over him as he walked slowly out.