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Writing post. Written for HDWC
Title: Untitled
Summery: Mildred and Ormond gossip about Harry over diner.
Rating: G
Ship: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of it, except Mildred and Ormond.
Warnings: Unbeta-ed. Two OCs.
Words: 410
“Ormond darling, did you see the rather unflattering article on Harry Potter in the afternoon press?” Mildred questioned her husband.
“Is it-” Ormond began.
“Chew with your mouth closed. I cooked the food I don’t need to see you dissect it.” Mildred said brightly.
“Well, you asked me…” Ormond began then thought better, “ Is it another article about the ruddy reporters, him being terrible to them, or the like?
“Something along those lines. I have to bring myself to feel sorry for the poor child. He is constantly being pestered. I can see why he would snap.” Mildred refolded her napkin in her lap.
“Nah, he’s off his rocker that one is,” Ormond said gesturing above his head with his fork.
“Really?” Mildred leaned forward in interest.
“Yeah, he comes to the graveyard at least once a week. I think all those deaths stripped down his sanity. One little piece at a time, until this one death knocked him into loony-town.”
“Whose death?” Mildred asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity,
“He used to visit all sorts of graves, now it’s just the one. He talks to himself, cries, practically pulls out his own hair.”
“Whose grave?” Mildred insisted.
“I heard some of the other boys talking, apparently this dead boy was a deatheater.”
Mildred knew he husband loved to tell stories, so she settled down knowing all she wanted to know would soon be revealed.
“Harry Potter was there when he was killed, watched him die, and didn’t do a damn thing.” Ormond paused to chew a potato.
“This is what he’s crying about to the tombstone. He talks about loving it when he thinks I’m working.”
“And I thought my desire for gossip didn’t rub off on you,” Mildred chuckled, “What does he say?”
“I can’t hear at first… I just hear words like love and hate all jumbled together, then he talks about dying, and his life.”
“And…”
“Last night I heard him whisper something like ‘I killed you, why won’t you haunt me already?’” Ormond eyed his wife gauging her reaction.
“My, my, what a celebrity. I tell you, it’s better than a muggle soap opera. What did you say this dead boy’s name was?”
“Malfoy…. something Malfoy. Drake, Drag, Dracon, Darco, or Draco? Yeah, that’s it Draco Malfoy.”
The couple twitters on, neither beginning to understand the pain of their diner entertainment, who was sitting on a roof with his mind and soul beyond gone.
fin
Comments? I don't know why I love to put angsty Harry on a roof... I just do.
Title: Untitled
Summery: Mildred and Ormond gossip about Harry over diner.
Rating: G
Ship: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of it, except Mildred and Ormond.
Warnings: Unbeta-ed. Two OCs.
Words: 410
“Ormond darling, did you see the rather unflattering article on Harry Potter in the afternoon press?” Mildred questioned her husband.
“Is it-” Ormond began.
“Chew with your mouth closed. I cooked the food I don’t need to see you dissect it.” Mildred said brightly.
“Well, you asked me…” Ormond began then thought better, “ Is it another article about the ruddy reporters, him being terrible to them, or the like?
“Something along those lines. I have to bring myself to feel sorry for the poor child. He is constantly being pestered. I can see why he would snap.” Mildred refolded her napkin in her lap.
“Nah, he’s off his rocker that one is,” Ormond said gesturing above his head with his fork.
“Really?” Mildred leaned forward in interest.
“Yeah, he comes to the graveyard at least once a week. I think all those deaths stripped down his sanity. One little piece at a time, until this one death knocked him into loony-town.”
“Whose death?” Mildred asked, her eyes gleaming with curiosity,
“He used to visit all sorts of graves, now it’s just the one. He talks to himself, cries, practically pulls out his own hair.”
“Whose grave?” Mildred insisted.
“I heard some of the other boys talking, apparently this dead boy was a deatheater.”
Mildred knew he husband loved to tell stories, so she settled down knowing all she wanted to know would soon be revealed.
“Harry Potter was there when he was killed, watched him die, and didn’t do a damn thing.” Ormond paused to chew a potato.
“This is what he’s crying about to the tombstone. He talks about loving it when he thinks I’m working.”
“And I thought my desire for gossip didn’t rub off on you,” Mildred chuckled, “What does he say?”
“I can’t hear at first… I just hear words like love and hate all jumbled together, then he talks about dying, and his life.”
“And…”
“Last night I heard him whisper something like ‘I killed you, why won’t you haunt me already?’” Ormond eyed his wife gauging her reaction.
“My, my, what a celebrity. I tell you, it’s better than a muggle soap opera. What did you say this dead boy’s name was?”
“Malfoy…. something Malfoy. Drake, Drag, Dracon, Darco, or Draco? Yeah, that’s it Draco Malfoy.”
The couple twitters on, neither beginning to understand the pain of their diner entertainment, who was sitting on a roof with his mind and soul beyond gone.
fin
Comments? I don't know why I love to put angsty Harry on a roof... I just do.