Magic Gone Wrong!
Title: Magic Gone Wrong! (Prompt: Enchanted Razor)
Words: 375
A/N: Written for the September 2011 prompt on hpgw_drabbles.
Entering the house, Harry heard Ginny’s faint voice in the kitchen. As he followed it, he was shocked at the sight in front of him.
The boys sat at the table with their heads bowed and bald.
Harry stood rooted to the spot.
“What happened?” he asked, when he found his voice.
The boys stole glances at him, but it was Ginny who spoke.
“James tried his hand at shaving and had a little accident with your enchanted razor. By the time I found him, it was too late.”
The boys were still silent, and light glistened on their bald heads. Harry found the situation very funny. He tried to keep his emotions in check, but his mouth twitched on its own accord and his hands itched to caress their bald heads. He noticed that Ginny was distracting herself, just to keep from laughing.
“James,” said Harry, softly.
James swallowed hard but didn’t look at him. Beside him Al did the same.
After a few moments, James spoke,
“I was trying to show Al how to shave.”
“You’re twelve, you don’t need to shave,” said Harry.
“Fred already shaves, so I thought if I did, I… I could join him,” said James, now looking into Harry’s eyes. “I got your razor but was not specific, so….” he touched his head.
“Dad,” said Al, after another long moment. “We’re going to Diagon Alley on Saturday. Can we’ve our hair grown by then?”
Harry sighed.
“Al, even magic can do only so much -”
“Otherwise you can always pretend this is your new style,” finished Ginny.
“Mum,” said Al, who seemed close to tears.
Harry looked at Ginny and an understanding passed between them.
“We’ll see what we can do. Off you go now,” said Harry.
Ginny rested her head on the back of a chair.
“I never knew parenting was this tough. Of pregnancy, delivery and parenting, I prefer delivery,” she said, still looking at the ceiling.
Harry stared at her in awe.
“You know, your preferences are screwed up,” said Harry.
“Hmm….” she nodded in agreement.
“I sure liked the part of getting you pregnant,” said Harry, grinning ashamedly.
“Git!” she tried to playfully hit him. But Harry caught her hands and kissed her passionately.
Words: 375
A/N: Written for the September 2011 prompt on hpgw_drabbles.
Entering the house, Harry heard Ginny’s faint voice in the kitchen. As he followed it, he was shocked at the sight in front of him.
The boys sat at the table with their heads bowed and bald.
Harry stood rooted to the spot.
“What happened?” he asked, when he found his voice.
The boys stole glances at him, but it was Ginny who spoke.
“James tried his hand at shaving and had a little accident with your enchanted razor. By the time I found him, it was too late.”
The boys were still silent, and light glistened on their bald heads. Harry found the situation very funny. He tried to keep his emotions in check, but his mouth twitched on its own accord and his hands itched to caress their bald heads. He noticed that Ginny was distracting herself, just to keep from laughing.
“James,” said Harry, softly.
James swallowed hard but didn’t look at him. Beside him Al did the same.
After a few moments, James spoke,
“I was trying to show Al how to shave.”
“You’re twelve, you don’t need to shave,” said Harry.
“Fred already shaves, so I thought if I did, I… I could join him,” said James, now looking into Harry’s eyes. “I got your razor but was not specific, so….” he touched his head.
“Dad,” said Al, after another long moment. “We’re going to Diagon Alley on Saturday. Can we’ve our hair grown by then?”
Harry sighed.
“Al, even magic can do only so much -”
“Otherwise you can always pretend this is your new style,” finished Ginny.
“Mum,” said Al, who seemed close to tears.
Harry looked at Ginny and an understanding passed between them.
“We’ll see what we can do. Off you go now,” said Harry.
Ginny rested her head on the back of a chair.
“I never knew parenting was this tough. Of pregnancy, delivery and parenting, I prefer delivery,” she said, still looking at the ceiling.
Harry stared at her in awe.
“You know, your preferences are screwed up,” said Harry.
“Hmm….” she nodded in agreement.
“I sure liked the part of getting you pregnant,” said Harry, grinning ashamedly.
“Git!” she tried to playfully hit him. But Harry caught her hands and kissed her passionately.