Ceaseless Rain + Hogsmeade Weekend [Harry Potter]
Back from hiatus and computer problems!
Annnd, surprise, surprise, I return with Harry Potter ficlets! XD
Reading HP is on my Offline Things To Do list which I worked on while my laptop was down...
I was active in the HP fandom for a while in 2003, but had not written much for the series since. It probably isn't the cleverest thing to do - recklessly jumping into a fandom I've not touched for years. ^^; But well, the HP fandom's a big one and it's not like I have any kind of reputation to maintain. XP
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of its characters. The Harry Potter series belongs to J.K.Rowling. The following are non-profit fanfictions written by a fan, for the enjoyment of other fans
1. Title: Ceaseless Rain
Pairing(s): None/ optional Remus x Sirius
Rating: G
Warning: era - Lie Low at Lupin's; note spoilers accordingly. >> Metaphors?
For picture theme, Rain at sirius_remus100. (This entry contains the uncut version (because we know I can't write a 100 word drabble straight off! I have difficulty even keeping to 300 for OPY100! ^^;; ).
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All his life, he stood in an incessant rain; the skies overhead perpetually filled with gloomy grey clouds, ripples appearing and fading in the water underfoot that soaked into his tattered shoes.
Once, three boys living in the sun had been willing to share their sunshine with him; and for the first time in a while, he had felt warm. He noticed behind one, there loomed ominous towers of the darkest storm clouds, and the boy stood, a bright star amid the darkness. At one point when the storm bore dangerously close, he escaped to his friends.
When Prongs left, he unknowingly took along the sun. Wormtail vanished into the darkness, and Padfoot was finally swallowed by his storm. He found Padfoot again much later, enveloped by wildly flashing lightning and furiously roaring thunder in a storm so bleak he could no longer flee.
He leapt to the door at the low thumping, wrenching it open.
At his doorstep, Padfoot stood, shivering, fur drenched to the core.
What good would it do - what good could it do, if he brought the other into his ceaseless downpour, for them to share merely this dismal rain?
He stood aside for Padfoot to enter, hastily closing the door behind him and securing it with swift swipes of his wand. When he turned, he found an exhausted, trembling man collapsed on his floor, breathing heavily. Ignoring the damp and filth, he knelt down beside him and wordlessly pulled him into a tight embrace. After a moment where the man had stiffened, he felt a shaking hand grip at the cloth on his back, and a prickle of-- deep relief? heartening comfort? inspiring strength? something - washed over his heart.
Perhaps, even if the showers never stopped, huddled together, they might find some warmth.
Date written: 13 June 2007
2. Title: Hogsmeade Weekend
Pairing(s): None
Character(s): MWPP
Rating: G
Warning: spoilers - PoA
Also inspired by the Rain theme, but this one was much more fun to write. :D
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A perfect Hogsmeade weekend, ruined by a sudden, unexpected downpour. Around them, students scurried for shelter.
“Race you guys to The Three Broomsticks!” Sirius yelled over the roar of the rain. Because, while darting into the nearby post office or Honeydukes would have been simpler, a rainy afternoon was better spent over a few mugs of Butterbeer.
First to reach, James turned to welcome the rest with a smug grin, which was effectively wiped off by Sirius who, right on his heels, commented how his messy mop of hair now plastered horrendously to his head.
They waited, all soaked to the bone, for Peter to jog in.
Remus, out of the corner of his eye, caught Sirius purse his lips in something between a frown and a pout at an annoying lock of hair that was dripping water into his eye and then proceed to shake his head, almost tentatively at first, then fully in a manner so resembling Padfoot that Remus laughed heartily.
James, who had been concentrating on ruffling his hair in case a certain Miss Evans was somewhere in the room, lifted his head at the sound and grinned as he noticed the reason.
"Down, boy."
Sirius smacked away the hand James lifted to pat 'Padfoot' with mock chagrin.
Peter arrived, huffing, sheepishly admitting that he needed more exercise.
"So what does the winner get?" James asked cheerfully, finally satisfied with the state of his hair.
"A chance to treat us all to a round of Butterbeer." Sirius responded just as cheerfully, raising his voice to be heard through the whole room. "Those who agree say 'Aye'!"
"Aye!" The students (and were those teachers too?) in The Three Broomsticks chorused, not knowing what exactly was going on, but always welcoming free Butterbeer.
James groaned.
A perfect Hogsmeade weekend, ruined by a sudden, unexpected downpour, and for James, also by one Sirius Black.
Date written: 13 June 2007
Annnd, surprise, surprise, I return with Harry Potter ficlets! XD
Reading HP is on my Offline Things To Do list which I worked on while my laptop was down...
I was active in the HP fandom for a while in 2003, but had not written much for the series since. It probably isn't the cleverest thing to do - recklessly jumping into a fandom I've not touched for years. ^^; But well, the HP fandom's a big one and it's not like I have any kind of reputation to maintain. XP
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series or any of its characters. The Harry Potter series belongs to J.K.Rowling. The following are non-profit fanfictions written by a fan, for the enjoyment of other fans
1. Title: Ceaseless Rain
Pairing(s): None/ optional Remus x Sirius
Rating: G
Warning: era - Lie Low at Lupin's; note spoilers accordingly. >> Metaphors?
For picture theme, Rain at sirius_remus100. (This entry contains the uncut version (because we know I can't write a 100 word drabble straight off! I have difficulty even keeping to 300 for OPY100! ^^;; ).
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All his life, he stood in an incessant rain; the skies overhead perpetually filled with gloomy grey clouds, ripples appearing and fading in the water underfoot that soaked into his tattered shoes.
Once, three boys living in the sun had been willing to share their sunshine with him; and for the first time in a while, he had felt warm. He noticed behind one, there loomed ominous towers of the darkest storm clouds, and the boy stood, a bright star amid the darkness. At one point when the storm bore dangerously close, he escaped to his friends.
When Prongs left, he unknowingly took along the sun. Wormtail vanished into the darkness, and Padfoot was finally swallowed by his storm. He found Padfoot again much later, enveloped by wildly flashing lightning and furiously roaring thunder in a storm so bleak he could no longer flee.
He leapt to the door at the low thumping, wrenching it open.
At his doorstep, Padfoot stood, shivering, fur drenched to the core.
What good would it do - what good could it do, if he brought the other into his ceaseless downpour, for them to share merely this dismal rain?
He stood aside for Padfoot to enter, hastily closing the door behind him and securing it with swift swipes of his wand. When he turned, he found an exhausted, trembling man collapsed on his floor, breathing heavily. Ignoring the damp and filth, he knelt down beside him and wordlessly pulled him into a tight embrace. After a moment where the man had stiffened, he felt a shaking hand grip at the cloth on his back, and a prickle of-- deep relief? heartening comfort? inspiring strength? something - washed over his heart.
Perhaps, even if the showers never stopped, huddled together, they might find some warmth.
Date written: 13 June 2007
2. Title: Hogsmeade Weekend
Pairing(s): None
Character(s): MWPP
Rating: G
Warning: spoilers - PoA
Also inspired by the Rain theme, but this one was much more fun to write. :D
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A perfect Hogsmeade weekend, ruined by a sudden, unexpected downpour. Around them, students scurried for shelter.
“Race you guys to The Three Broomsticks!” Sirius yelled over the roar of the rain. Because, while darting into the nearby post office or Honeydukes would have been simpler, a rainy afternoon was better spent over a few mugs of Butterbeer.
First to reach, James turned to welcome the rest with a smug grin, which was effectively wiped off by Sirius who, right on his heels, commented how his messy mop of hair now plastered horrendously to his head.
They waited, all soaked to the bone, for Peter to jog in.
Remus, out of the corner of his eye, caught Sirius purse his lips in something between a frown and a pout at an annoying lock of hair that was dripping water into his eye and then proceed to shake his head, almost tentatively at first, then fully in a manner so resembling Padfoot that Remus laughed heartily.
James, who had been concentrating on ruffling his hair in case a certain Miss Evans was somewhere in the room, lifted his head at the sound and grinned as he noticed the reason.
"Down, boy."
Sirius smacked away the hand James lifted to pat 'Padfoot' with mock chagrin.
Peter arrived, huffing, sheepishly admitting that he needed more exercise.
"So what does the winner get?" James asked cheerfully, finally satisfied with the state of his hair.
"A chance to treat us all to a round of Butterbeer." Sirius responded just as cheerfully, raising his voice to be heard through the whole room. "Those who agree say 'Aye'!"
"Aye!" The students (and were those teachers too?) in The Three Broomsticks chorused, not knowing what exactly was going on, but always welcoming free Butterbeer.
James groaned.
A perfect Hogsmeade weekend, ruined by a sudden, unexpected downpour, and for James, also by one Sirius Black.
Date written: 13 June 2007