"Family"
Since I'm no longer posting my stuff at fanfiction.net (because fanfiction.net is all sorts of non-Crowley-approved evil), I'm going to start posting my stuff here.
Enjoy, lovelies!
Disclaimers: The Harry Potter characters and situations do not belong to me. They belong to J.K. Rowling and various other people, but J.K. Rowling created them first off, and therefore gets the most credit.
Tyr and the werewolf is a nod to the Norse myth about the god Tyr and the binding of the wolf, Fenris. I don’t own them either, because, you know, they were around long before me.
Family
I like my family. It’s very big, with lots of different people. Most of them are wizards and witches, except for my mum’s mum and dad, they’re Muggles, but they’re really nice too. Dad has lots of family that look like him, with red hair like mine and his, and lots of freckles. Cousin Bee says that when we all get together, our freckles could take over the world, but Cousin Bee is silly like that and her freckles disappear in the winter.
Grammolly likes to make food for everyone, and sometimes she lets me help. Her hair used to be red, but now it’s gray and soft like a kitten’s. She always looks so happy in the pictures with Granpa Arthur and she tells me stories about how he swept her away at Hogwarts. Granpa Arthur gets red around the ears when she does. He doesn’t have hair anymore, except for a few pieces on top. He lets me in his workshop where he plays with Muggle toys like blenders and light bulbs. He showed me how the big clock works, the one in the kitchen with all the hands. One of the hands has my name on it; it’s always pointing to “Visiting”. I tried to move it once, but Uncle Bill caught me and I got in trouble for climbing on the cabinets.
Sometimes we visit the rest of the family, like Uncle Neville and Aunt Luna. Sometimes we even see Uncle Viktor, but not very often, because he lives in Bulgaria. He always brings me presents when he visits and talks a lot with Mum. Dad gets all grumpy and jealous, which Mum thinks is cute and it makes her laugh. When Mum and Dad go off on their own they leave me with Uncle Moony. He’s not really my uncle, and his name isn’t really Moony, but he acts like it, and that’s what matters. He smells like tea and chocolate and parchment and ink. He writes books about Dark creatures, and he knows everything there is to know. He’s married to Auntie Tonks who can change her face. She’s an Auror and Uncle Moony worries about her a lot. He looks a lot younger when she’s around and she knows that. She smiles at him all the time and gets really cross when someone says something mean to him.
Uncle Neville runs a store in London. It’s on a little back street that’s not on Diagon Alley, but out where the Muggles can visit it too. Uncle Neville doesn’t like being gawped at, and the Muggles who come to buy herbs and candles and things don’t stare at him the way wizarding people do. He and Mum and Dad sometimes talk in quiet voices, and I get in trouble if I try to listen. But he always has the best stories to tell.
Aunt Luna smells like attic dust and vanilla cake. She knows about all sorts of things that aren’t really true. But she believes them enough to make them true, and I think that’s important. She gave me a charm to protect against Cuthley Worms, and I say it every night before bed. She and Mum argue a lot, which makes Dad laugh. Mum laughs too, and Aunt Luna tells me that they’re both very silly.
But I like it best when we go to visit Uncle Harry. He lives in a big house with lots of rooms and lots of other people. His room has blue walls and a big window and a chair that he sits in when he has to. He doesn’t like to sit in the chair, though, he likes to sit on the floor and draw with me. Mum gets annoyed when he doesn’t sit in the chair, but I told her not to be and Mum stopped. Uncle Harry showed me how to make paper birds that fly for that.
He told me that he liked to fly, that he was Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I told him that I wanted to be a Seeker and made him smile. He told me about all the games he played and how he caught the Snitch in his mouth and nearly choked on it. He said that my dad played Keeper, which made Dad smile a bit and they talked about Quidditch and how Mum doesn’t understand it. I drew a picture of them playing and Uncle Harry stuck it to his wall without a wand or Spellotape or anything. That made Dad upset for some reason and we had to leave. When we came back, the picture was gone and Uncle Harry had to sit in his chair again.
The best thing about Uncle Harry is that he listens when you talk - not like parents or other adults who listen and smile and pat you on the head, but he actually hears you properly. He doesn’t have any kids, which makes him a bit sad because he likes talking to kids like me. He says that it’s because kids still treat him like he’s normal, which is silly because if he were normal he wouldn’t really listen, he’d be like all the other parents.
Mum and Dad usually send me off with one of the witches who work at Uncle Harry’s house after awhile so that they can talk with Uncle Harry. The witch always leads me off to a playroom with other kids. The other kids are sick, though, but they’re recovering. Some of them are my age and they said that they’ll be my friends at Hogwarts when we all go. My best friend there is a boy names Tyr, his arm was bitten off by a werewolf. He said that he wanted to meet Grandpa Remus, so I asked him to visit and he did. Tyr was very happy; he gave me a kiss on the cheek, which tickled funny.
I don’t like leaving Uncle Harry’s house, because when we do, Mum gets quiet and sad, and Dad gets angry. Last time, a man with blond hair and a nasty face came up and said something to Mum and Dad and Dad attacked him. It took three people to pull him off the mean man, including Mum, who then let go of Dad and slapped the mean man. Then Mum started crying and the mean man went away. Mum cried for a long time and Dad looked like he wanted to cry too.
Dad asked why we kept visiting Uncle Harry and Mum got angry at him and yelled and he got angry at her and yelled back. It scared me and I ran back to Uncle Harry’s house and sneaked in past the witches and the other people back to Uncle Harry’s room. He was happy to see me, even though I wasn’t supposed to be there. He let me sit on his lap and cry on his robes about Mum and Dad and told me that they used to be like that all the time. He apologized for making them fight and told me more stories about Hogwarts.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I do remember waking up to Dad yelling at Uncle Harry and Uncle Harry yelling back at him. I hid under the blankets and pretended not to listen, and then Dad started crying and Uncle Harry started crying too. Dad started apologizing to Uncle Harry for something and Uncle Harry just sort of shook his head and cried harder and buried his face against Dad’s shoulder. Then Mum came and took me out of the room and back home.
Dad came home for breakfast looking tired and sad. He cried on Mum’s shoulder after breakfast and she said that it wasn’t his fault. Dad didn’t say anything, but I remember that his teacup broke and he sort of laughed when he tried to put it back together and the pieces didn’t fit properly. He said that it was a little like Uncle Harry and left the pieces on the table. When Mum wasn’t looking, I picked up the pieces and sneaked them up to my room.
Maybe Uncle Harry can show me how to fix the cup.
Enjoy, lovelies!
Disclaimers: The Harry Potter characters and situations do not belong to me. They belong to J.K. Rowling and various other people, but J.K. Rowling created them first off, and therefore gets the most credit.
Tyr and the werewolf is a nod to the Norse myth about the god Tyr and the binding of the wolf, Fenris. I don’t own them either, because, you know, they were around long before me.
Family
I like my family. It’s very big, with lots of different people. Most of them are wizards and witches, except for my mum’s mum and dad, they’re Muggles, but they’re really nice too. Dad has lots of family that look like him, with red hair like mine and his, and lots of freckles. Cousin Bee says that when we all get together, our freckles could take over the world, but Cousin Bee is silly like that and her freckles disappear in the winter.
Grammolly likes to make food for everyone, and sometimes she lets me help. Her hair used to be red, but now it’s gray and soft like a kitten’s. She always looks so happy in the pictures with Granpa Arthur and she tells me stories about how he swept her away at Hogwarts. Granpa Arthur gets red around the ears when she does. He doesn’t have hair anymore, except for a few pieces on top. He lets me in his workshop where he plays with Muggle toys like blenders and light bulbs. He showed me how the big clock works, the one in the kitchen with all the hands. One of the hands has my name on it; it’s always pointing to “Visiting”. I tried to move it once, but Uncle Bill caught me and I got in trouble for climbing on the cabinets.
Sometimes we visit the rest of the family, like Uncle Neville and Aunt Luna. Sometimes we even see Uncle Viktor, but not very often, because he lives in Bulgaria. He always brings me presents when he visits and talks a lot with Mum. Dad gets all grumpy and jealous, which Mum thinks is cute and it makes her laugh. When Mum and Dad go off on their own they leave me with Uncle Moony. He’s not really my uncle, and his name isn’t really Moony, but he acts like it, and that’s what matters. He smells like tea and chocolate and parchment and ink. He writes books about Dark creatures, and he knows everything there is to know. He’s married to Auntie Tonks who can change her face. She’s an Auror and Uncle Moony worries about her a lot. He looks a lot younger when she’s around and she knows that. She smiles at him all the time and gets really cross when someone says something mean to him.
Uncle Neville runs a store in London. It’s on a little back street that’s not on Diagon Alley, but out where the Muggles can visit it too. Uncle Neville doesn’t like being gawped at, and the Muggles who come to buy herbs and candles and things don’t stare at him the way wizarding people do. He and Mum and Dad sometimes talk in quiet voices, and I get in trouble if I try to listen. But he always has the best stories to tell.
Aunt Luna smells like attic dust and vanilla cake. She knows about all sorts of things that aren’t really true. But she believes them enough to make them true, and I think that’s important. She gave me a charm to protect against Cuthley Worms, and I say it every night before bed. She and Mum argue a lot, which makes Dad laugh. Mum laughs too, and Aunt Luna tells me that they’re both very silly.
But I like it best when we go to visit Uncle Harry. He lives in a big house with lots of rooms and lots of other people. His room has blue walls and a big window and a chair that he sits in when he has to. He doesn’t like to sit in the chair, though, he likes to sit on the floor and draw with me. Mum gets annoyed when he doesn’t sit in the chair, but I told her not to be and Mum stopped. Uncle Harry showed me how to make paper birds that fly for that.
He told me that he liked to fly, that he was Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I told him that I wanted to be a Seeker and made him smile. He told me about all the games he played and how he caught the Snitch in his mouth and nearly choked on it. He said that my dad played Keeper, which made Dad smile a bit and they talked about Quidditch and how Mum doesn’t understand it. I drew a picture of them playing and Uncle Harry stuck it to his wall without a wand or Spellotape or anything. That made Dad upset for some reason and we had to leave. When we came back, the picture was gone and Uncle Harry had to sit in his chair again.
The best thing about Uncle Harry is that he listens when you talk - not like parents or other adults who listen and smile and pat you on the head, but he actually hears you properly. He doesn’t have any kids, which makes him a bit sad because he likes talking to kids like me. He says that it’s because kids still treat him like he’s normal, which is silly because if he were normal he wouldn’t really listen, he’d be like all the other parents.
Mum and Dad usually send me off with one of the witches who work at Uncle Harry’s house after awhile so that they can talk with Uncle Harry. The witch always leads me off to a playroom with other kids. The other kids are sick, though, but they’re recovering. Some of them are my age and they said that they’ll be my friends at Hogwarts when we all go. My best friend there is a boy names Tyr, his arm was bitten off by a werewolf. He said that he wanted to meet Grandpa Remus, so I asked him to visit and he did. Tyr was very happy; he gave me a kiss on the cheek, which tickled funny.
I don’t like leaving Uncle Harry’s house, because when we do, Mum gets quiet and sad, and Dad gets angry. Last time, a man with blond hair and a nasty face came up and said something to Mum and Dad and Dad attacked him. It took three people to pull him off the mean man, including Mum, who then let go of Dad and slapped the mean man. Then Mum started crying and the mean man went away. Mum cried for a long time and Dad looked like he wanted to cry too.
Dad asked why we kept visiting Uncle Harry and Mum got angry at him and yelled and he got angry at her and yelled back. It scared me and I ran back to Uncle Harry’s house and sneaked in past the witches and the other people back to Uncle Harry’s room. He was happy to see me, even though I wasn’t supposed to be there. He let me sit on his lap and cry on his robes about Mum and Dad and told me that they used to be like that all the time. He apologized for making them fight and told me more stories about Hogwarts.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I do remember waking up to Dad yelling at Uncle Harry and Uncle Harry yelling back at him. I hid under the blankets and pretended not to listen, and then Dad started crying and Uncle Harry started crying too. Dad started apologizing to Uncle Harry for something and Uncle Harry just sort of shook his head and cried harder and buried his face against Dad’s shoulder. Then Mum came and took me out of the room and back home.
Dad came home for breakfast looking tired and sad. He cried on Mum’s shoulder after breakfast and she said that it wasn’t his fault. Dad didn’t say anything, but I remember that his teacup broke and he sort of laughed when he tried to put it back together and the pieces didn’t fit properly. He said that it was a little like Uncle Harry and left the pieces on the table. When Mum wasn’t looking, I picked up the pieces and sneaked them up to my room.
Maybe Uncle Harry can show me how to fix the cup.