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Title: A Short Exchange of Owls
Author: corvidae9
Rating: PG (language)
Word Count: ~555
Summary: Harry shares the wealth. (H/D)
Note: Outtake from my serpentinelion Secrets and Wishes fest fic, Revelations. This scene ended up not fitting with the tone of the fic, but was too fun not to share.
Two days after the revision schedule from hell began without Harry, a package arrived at Twelve Grimmauld Place, bursting with baked goods and addressed to Hermione and Ron from 'Mum at The Burrow'. The note attached wished them best of luck in their studies, with promises of more snacks for late night revision at any time in exchange for their promise to try and convince Harry to join the endeavor.
Ron had slipped Harry a box of shortbread and crumpled the note before Hermione could read it.
Sitting cross-legged on his bed, Harry opened the box and grinned as Hedwig drifted closer, as sneaky as she got. He handed her a biscuit, and took one for himself, disregarding the crumbs she scattered as she broke it apart and devoured it.
Grateful that Ron had thought to share, the thought came unbidden that maybe he should share, too. Damn it.
Swallowing a lumpy mouthful of Britain's best shortbread, Harry stared guiltily at the box and made a split decision. Taking one more biscuit from the box (alright, two), He charmed it shut and handed it to Hedwig along with the epitome of a concise note.
Homemade. -HJP
He gave Hedwig the best instructions he could for finding where he'd been and who she was looking for, and hoped she could find the right place. Even if she couldn't, no loss-- at least he'd tried. Relucantly handing her half of one of his last two biscuits, Harry patted her as she swallowed it back and then launched herself off of the bedpost and out the window.
Not an hour later, Hedwig returned with a note. Harry had resumed his lying about aimlessly, and was therefore immediately available to read and respond to it. Repeatedly, as it turned out, subsequent exchanges faster than the last as Hedwig knew where she was going by now.
The notes later found piled in the drawer go as follows:
Poisoning me won't work, you know. What are you playing at? -M
They're not poisoned, git. They're from Mrs. Weasley -P
WEASLEY?! God, Potter. Just dirty, then. -M
Yes, thanks for noticing. And they are not dirty. -P
As if you didn't already think you were God. And yes, they certainly are.bloody well the best thing I've ever eaten, but still dirty. -M
You said it, not me. Fine then send them back. what? best what? bugger -P
....Can't. It's stricken out for a reason. -M
Oh? -P
...Ate them all. -M
... HA. -P
At least I'll die happy full of shortbread -M
Oh leave off, mal. You really ate them all? -P
Hell yes. gave one to your fat stupid owl, though. You can't have the tin back either. -M
Glutton. Why would I care about the ruddy tin? Yeah? Well. I want it back. -P
Tosser. Despite its dirty Weasley origin, I like it. -M
Ungrateful pain in the arse. -P
You'd think a life debt would be worth a sodding tin. Who's ungrateful now? -M
...she's going to want it back. -P
Lies. You're just looking for excuses to owl me now. -M
As if. -P [crumpled and unsent]
...fine. I'll drop it off. -M [fifteen minutes after not having received a reply]
What? Why?! just give it to Hedwig. ...Ok Whatever. Tonight? -P
Yes. I'll be very put out if your wards incinerate me or something. -M
Nah. Apparate to the pavement out front and you'll be fine. -P
On my way. and god help me if I know why -M
Author: corvidae9
Rating: PG (language)
Word Count: ~555
Summary: Harry shares the wealth. (H/D)
Note: Outtake from my serpentinelion Secrets and Wishes fest fic, Revelations. This scene ended up not fitting with the tone of the fic, but was too fun not to share.
Two days after the revision schedule from hell began without Harry, a package arrived at Twelve Grimmauld Place, bursting with baked goods and addressed to Hermione and Ron from 'Mum at The Burrow'. The note attached wished them best of luck in their studies, with promises of more snacks for late night revision at any time in exchange for their promise to try and convince Harry to join the endeavor.
Ron had slipped Harry a box of shortbread and crumpled the note before Hermione could read it.
Sitting cross-legged on his bed, Harry opened the box and grinned as Hedwig drifted closer, as sneaky as she got. He handed her a biscuit, and took one for himself, disregarding the crumbs she scattered as she broke it apart and devoured it.
Grateful that Ron had thought to share, the thought came unbidden that maybe he should share, too. Damn it.
Swallowing a lumpy mouthful of Britain's best shortbread, Harry stared guiltily at the box and made a split decision. Taking one more biscuit from the box (alright, two), He charmed it shut and handed it to Hedwig along with the epitome of a concise note.
Homemade. -HJP
He gave Hedwig the best instructions he could for finding where he'd been and who she was looking for, and hoped she could find the right place. Even if she couldn't, no loss-- at least he'd tried. Relucantly handing her half of one of his last two biscuits, Harry patted her as she swallowed it back and then launched herself off of the bedpost and out the window.
Not an hour later, Hedwig returned with a note. Harry had resumed his lying about aimlessly, and was therefore immediately available to read and respond to it. Repeatedly, as it turned out, subsequent exchanges faster than the last as Hedwig knew where she was going by now.
The notes later found piled in the drawer go as follows:
Poisoning me won't work, you know. What are you playing at? -M
They're not poisoned, git. They're from Mrs. Weasley -P
WEASLEY?! God, Potter. Just dirty, then. -M
Yes, thanks for noticing. And they are not dirty. -P
As if you didn't already think you were God. And yes, they certainly are.bloody well the best thing I've ever eaten, but still dirty. -M
You said it, not me. Fine then send them back. what? best what? bugger -P
....Can't. It's stricken out for a reason. -M
Oh? -P
...Ate them all. -M
... HA. -P
At least I'll die happy full of shortbread -M
Oh leave off, mal. You really ate them all? -P
Hell yes. gave one to your fat stupid owl, though. You can't have the tin back either. -M
Glutton. Why would I care about the ruddy tin? Yeah? Well. I want it back. -P
Tosser. Despite its dirty Weasley origin, I like it. -M
Ungrateful pain in the arse. -P
You'd think a life debt would be worth a sodding tin. Who's ungrateful now? -M
...she's going to want it back. -P
Lies. You're just looking for excuses to owl me now. -M
As if. -P [crumpled and unsent]
...fine. I'll drop it off. -M [fifteen minutes after not having received a reply]
What? Why?! just give it to Hedwig. ...Ok Whatever. Tonight? -P
Yes. I'll be very put out if your wards incinerate me or something. -M
Nah. Apparate to the pavement out front and you'll be fine. -P
On my way. and god help me if I know why -M