Beginnings, Lost, Fixed, Breakfast
So I have taken up my ranks at stories_100 and will now be writing 100 drabble fics of 100 words about George Weasley from the Harry Potter series. So this is just a little introduction to what will be a long journey, plus my first four stories.
Be warned that many, many of these will contain spoilers for Deathly Hallows.
PROMPT TABLE
Title: The Best Laid Plans
Author: burntotears
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: George, Fred
Prompt: 001. Beginnings
Rating: G
Stats: 100 words
George sat over a cauldron of powder blue liquid as Fred came bounding into the hidden passageway.
"George! I've gotten it! I swear I do!" Fred looked far too pleased with himself. "It needed a deferred Transfiguration Charm!"
George stood up. "Well let's see then. I'll try it." He took the container from Fred and removed what looked to be a sweet and tried the Canary Cream for what could be the hundredth time.
George expanded into a giant yellow bird, squawked and flapped, then molted back into himself a few minutes later and Fred beamed. "Let's get to work!"
Title: Discarded Letter
Author: burntotears
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: George
Prompt: 080. Lost
Rating: PG
Stats: 100 words
A/N: Spoilers for Deathly Hallows
Fred,
I forgot what your face looks like.
Oh shut the sodding hell up, I know it looks the same as mine, but it’s different, yeah? We were so different. I needed you to live, mate, what the hell am I supposed to do on my own? What about the shop? Didn’t you think about anyone but yourself?
I hate you. You’re so stupid.
I don’t know what you expect me to do with myself. I don’t know what they expect me to do.
Where are you? It didn’t hurt, did it? What if I want-
I miss you, prat.
Title: Dragon Hide Gloves
Author: burntotears
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: George, Fred
Prompt: 072. Fixed
Rating: PG
Stats: 100 words
"George, I am telling you it is bloody broken!" Fred grunted, tossing the oddly shaped purple object onto the counter.
"And I am telling you, Fred, that ten galleons says it's a glitch!" George produced another object that resembled a club. "It just needs some persuasion is all."
Fred's face wrinkled with amusement. "Alright brother, you're on. Now I can buy myself a new pair of gloves." He flexed his fingers.
"Ye o’ little faith," George smirked, lowering the club unceremoniously onto the purple object, which began to whistle and shoot steam. "Ten galleons and your pride, if you please."
Title: Dungbomb
Author: burntotears
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: George, Fred, Molly, Ginny
Prompt: 056. Breakfast
Rating: G
Stats: 100 words
A/N: Spoilers for Deathly Hallows
George lay awake in his old bed, staring at the scorched hole in the ceiling he remembered so well.
"Get off my bed, git." George said, entering their bedroom. Fred was tossing something in the air and catching it, a wicked grin on his face. "Fred, don't you--"
The dungbomb hit the ceiling and Molly's booming voice roared through the Burrow, "George Fabian Weasley get down here!"
"I'm going to kill you."
"George, Mum wants you to come eat breakfast," came Ginny's unsteady voice at the door.
"Can you tell her I'm still sleeping?" He asked, wiping his eye quickly.
Be warned that many, many of these will contain spoilers for Deathly Hallows.
PROMPT TABLE
Title: The Best Laid Plans
Author: burntotears
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: George, Fred
Prompt: 001. Beginnings
Rating: G
Stats: 100 words
George sat over a cauldron of powder blue liquid as Fred came bounding into the hidden passageway.
"George! I've gotten it! I swear I do!" Fred looked far too pleased with himself. "It needed a deferred Transfiguration Charm!"
George stood up. "Well let's see then. I'll try it." He took the container from Fred and removed what looked to be a sweet and tried the Canary Cream for what could be the hundredth time.
George expanded into a giant yellow bird, squawked and flapped, then molted back into himself a few minutes later and Fred beamed. "Let's get to work!"
Title: Discarded Letter
Author: burntotears
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: George
Prompt: 080. Lost
Rating: PG
Stats: 100 words
A/N: Spoilers for Deathly Hallows
Fred,
I forgot what your face looks like.
Oh shut the sodding hell up, I know it looks the same as mine, but it’s different, yeah? We were so different. I needed you to live, mate, what the hell am I supposed to do on my own? What about the shop? Didn’t you think about anyone but yourself?
I hate you. You’re so stupid.
I don’t know what you expect me to do with myself. I don’t know what they expect me to do.
Where are you? It didn’t hurt, did it? What if I want-
I miss you, prat.
Title: Dragon Hide Gloves
Author: burntotears
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: George, Fred
Prompt: 072. Fixed
Rating: PG
Stats: 100 words
"George, I am telling you it is bloody broken!" Fred grunted, tossing the oddly shaped purple object onto the counter.
"And I am telling you, Fred, that ten galleons says it's a glitch!" George produced another object that resembled a club. "It just needs some persuasion is all."
Fred's face wrinkled with amusement. "Alright brother, you're on. Now I can buy myself a new pair of gloves." He flexed his fingers.
"Ye o’ little faith," George smirked, lowering the club unceremoniously onto the purple object, which began to whistle and shoot steam. "Ten galleons and your pride, if you please."
Title: Dungbomb
Author: burntotears
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: George, Fred, Molly, Ginny
Prompt: 056. Breakfast
Rating: G
Stats: 100 words
A/N: Spoilers for Deathly Hallows
George lay awake in his old bed, staring at the scorched hole in the ceiling he remembered so well.
"Get off my bed, git." George said, entering their bedroom. Fred was tossing something in the air and catching it, a wicked grin on his face. "Fred, don't you--"
The dungbomb hit the ceiling and Molly's booming voice roared through the Burrow, "George Fabian Weasley get down here!"
"I'm going to kill you."
"George, Mum wants you to come eat breakfast," came Ginny's unsteady voice at the door.
"Can you tell her I'm still sleeping?" He asked, wiping his eye quickly.