Challenge #69, Challenge #79, Challenge #71
Title: Thoughts
Rating/Warnings: None.
Characters/Pairing: Remus, Sirius, James, Remus/Sirius
Summary: Just some random Marauder thoughts.
Word Count: 577
Registered purchases?: Both.
Challenge: #69
1.Trust
It wasn't that Remus didn't love Sirius any less after the prank, it wasn't even that he was angry at him, it was just that something had been lost between them. Laying in his bed, waiting for his body to slowly heal itself he a had a lot of time to think.
The dormitory was empty; Sirius was off somewhere, sulking, too ashamed to look at him, in detention, Remus didn't know. James was off too, something had happened between James and Sirius that Remus couldn't quite comprehend. James angry at Sirius, and at Remus for not being angry at Sirius. He'd drawn away from the group and was spending much more time with Lily. Remus didn't even know where Peter'd gone.
It took him a while, but he figured it was trust. He didn't trust Sirius any more, and he wished Sirius would show up, try to at least regain that trust. But like everything, Sirius had done something wrong, and Remus was being punished for it.
2.Accio
It'd gone down a treat the day Sirius had learnt to accio. No-one was safe, you couldn't sit anywhere without something flying past your head and landing straight in the lazy hands of Sirius Black. At first most of the Gryffindors were fairly amused, especially the small little harem of girls that seemed to hang on every word or act that Sirius did. Then flying fruit had started to ruin their make-up, and that'd been it. Anytime Sirius accio'd anything people were grabbing them out of mid-air and chucking them at him. It wasn't a pretty spring.
3.Hopeful
Starting Hogwarts Remus would like to say he'd been hopeful about things. Hopeful that he could be a normal person, get to do normal things, act like he didn't have this condition, this problem. Except he wasn't, all he could think when getting on the train, and sitting in his cart was fear. What if people knew, what would they do to him? What if he got to get all the way to Hogwarts, someone took one look at him and sent him back. He'd never seen his parents happier than when he'd been accepted to Hogwarts. When Dumbledore had arrived and spoke to his parents.
It'd been a grim day and his father had been expecting the headmaster, from conversations he'd heard his parents seemed to think Dumbledore was arriving to tell them in person that he wouldn't be allowed to attend Hogwarts. Dumbledore had arrived and spent what seemed like the longest time in the world shut in the sitting room talking to his parents. Remus had sat, young and resigned, on the stairs. He wasn't feeling hopeful that Dumbledore would let him into Hogwarts, he was waiting for the old, kind looking man to walk out, give him the same sad smile, full of pity that all adults that saw him and knew gave him. Instead the door opened with an air of relief, his mother gave him a bright grin, Dumbledore walked out and gave Remus a blinding smile, not a trace of pity. “I'll be seeing you next year, young Mr. Lupin!”
Remus didn't let himself hope, not sitting on the carriage, not when he was joined by young, friendly class mates. Not until he sat there, opposite the three boys he almost considered friends and saw not fear, on their faces, but awe and excitement that their friend was a werewolf.
Title: Credit Crunch
Rating/Warnings: None.
Characters/Pairing: Harry, Hermione
Summary: When the world goes to shiz.
Word Count: 702
Registered purchases?: Both.
Challenge: #71 - Book 8
“Oi Potter, what do you mean there's no gherkins for the burgers?” Harry's manager shouted across the restaurant.
One would have thought Harry's life would have gotten better after the defeat of Voldemort. Sure, it'd been going great until his kid's first year of Hogwarts but then things had gone right down the drain. He'd lost all of his money in the financial crisis and Ginny'd left him.
As he waited for another double cheeseburger for his customer's order of twelve of them, Harry thought about what he'd do after work. He wasn't allowed to see the kids, Ginny'd decided to tell them he was on one very long business trip. He didn't think anyone was buying it, but as long as it kept her bloody brothers from killing him he figured it was worth it.
That was another thing about losing his money, his wife, his kids, he'd lost his friends too. His best friends, infact. Although it was a long time since they were at Hogwarts they were an amazingly big part of his personal life, although thank god not his professional one.
After work he'd be heading back to the small bedsit he lived in, it was a dreary place. A toilet shared with a rather large Lithuanian from whom he'd now learnt the fundamentals of the languages. Such sunny sentences such as, 'There is vomit in the toilet that isn't mine.' And, 'there is no toilet roll, but that's alright, we don't need any.'
Any respectable wizard would just tell you this is what you got from messing with Muggles. It wasn't his fault, a depression could hit any world, the Wizarding as well. How the current Wizarding World had avoided this one he had no idea. He supposed it had something to do with the fortune-tellers the ministry and the banks employed to get good financial forecasts.
Harry sighed and gave his customer the order, “Where are the free sauces?” The skinny man in his early 20s demanded.
How had it come to this? “Which would you like sir?” He gave the man the request Curry and BBQ sauces. Bloody hell, some people.
Harry could understand losing the money, but he still couldn't figure how he'd lost Ginny and the kids. He wondered if it was the secrecy, the way he'd handled losing the money. He wondered if Ginny was angry she'd trusted him and he'd repayed it like that. He wondered if she was angry she was back to bringing up the kids like she's been brought up, in a home where every bit counted.
There was no wizarding version of the Child Support Agency, but Harry tried to send as much to her as he could each month. She was now bringing up those kids by herself and Harry was sure she hadn't turned to her family for her.
Another customer was waiting to be served, there was always another customer waiting to be served, “Hello Madam can I take your order...” Harry stopped, mortified. Hermione was standing opposite him with a look of shock upon her face.
“Harry! What are you doing working here?” Hermione was staring at him, looking about at his uniform, the hairnet he was wearing and there's the expression that he'd never wanted to see on someone's face whilst looking at him: pity.
Harry hung his head in shame. He'd been working for a muggle establishment so no-one he knew would see him here, and chance of chances, Hermione walks in. This was it, he figured, the lowest point of his life. Even living in a cupboard under the stairs had been better than this.
“It went wrong, Hermione. I lost the money, Ginny, the kids. Everything. This...this is it now.”
“But Harry, you didn't tell any of us! We could have helped.” She reached a hand over the counter to grab hold of one of his.
Pulling his hand away from her grasp he squeezed his eyes shut to hold back the tears that were threatening. “I made this mess, I've got to live with it.”
Hermione's eyes hardened, “Harry Potter! Did you never think of trying to fix it?!”
Title: Summer sucks.
Rating/Warnings: None.
Characters/Pairing: Remus, Sirius, James.
Summary: Sirius hates the summer.
Word Count: 514
Registered purchases?: Both.
Challenge: #70 - Summer Holidays
The summer was Sirius' least favourite part of the year. When he'd first come to Hogwarts summer meant the part of the year where he was forced not to see his family and instead be stuck with the bunch of crazy, vapid death-eater supporters that were his family. He was in London, at least, and could escape some of the time. The city was big and the central location of his parent's house made it easy to wander. He could even chose to wander the muggle parts of London, as long as his parents didn't figure it out. But summers were still a time he was separated from his friends, what was marauding about muggle London without his Marauder's?
When Sirius finally did it, left the haters and went off on his own it was the Potters who took him in. Then summers were a lot better, there was James, first of all, and two there was none of his family. Which is always a plus. But now there was a totally different place to be marauding in, there was open countryside and people's well manicured gardens to be going through. He finally had his friend, but now there was nowhere interesting to go. There was only so much of his own entertainment that Sirius could make up. And James was more reluctant about getting up to trouble about his parents and in that village anyway.
All this still meant summer sucked. There were adults about he had to respect and less people about to interact with. That made them boring, which was the last word you'd ever associate with Sirius Black.
He'd tried to go and stay with Remus, but that hadn't quite ended well. Remus' parents were always wary about getting involved in anything at all controversial, which is apparently what Sirius Black was. Remus hadn't exactly said it like that, but Sirius was a smart boy, he knew what they meant.
It was another of those sweltering hot days of the summer, the dog days. Sirius let out a snort of laughter at that part. He almost wished he could be Padfoot, sprawled on the grass, maybe chase a few birds. It'd be fantastic. But he couldn't because that's illegal Pads, my parents can't know and he honestly didn't want to upset the Potters. They'd been so brilliant, taking him in, looking after him. Quite frankly Sirius hadn't felt so loved and cared for in ages, and wasn't quite sure what to make of it all.
But there he'd been, sitting in their garden, shirtlessly sunning himself, basking in the fantastic summer afternoon when he felt it. Something wrong, something different, something...familiar? He sat up and turned in time to see James call to him.
“Oi, Sirius! Got a present for you!” And there, standing next to James was Remus Lupin!
Adventure, excitement! Merlin, small village living had really got to him, he was considering Remus exciting. But still, a visit was a visit and something new was always welcomed! Now the summer could begin! This one would be epic.
Words: 577 + 702 + 514 = 1793
1793 / 50 = 36 pts
Bonus: 10 x 3 = 30pts
66pts for Ravenclaw
- sas // claw
Rating/Warnings: None.
Characters/Pairing: Remus, Sirius, James, Remus/Sirius
Summary: Just some random Marauder thoughts.
Word Count: 577
Registered purchases?: Both.
Challenge: #69
1.Trust
It wasn't that Remus didn't love Sirius any less after the prank, it wasn't even that he was angry at him, it was just that something had been lost between them. Laying in his bed, waiting for his body to slowly heal itself he a had a lot of time to think.
The dormitory was empty; Sirius was off somewhere, sulking, too ashamed to look at him, in detention, Remus didn't know. James was off too, something had happened between James and Sirius that Remus couldn't quite comprehend. James angry at Sirius, and at Remus for not being angry at Sirius. He'd drawn away from the group and was spending much more time with Lily. Remus didn't even know where Peter'd gone.
It took him a while, but he figured it was trust. He didn't trust Sirius any more, and he wished Sirius would show up, try to at least regain that trust. But like everything, Sirius had done something wrong, and Remus was being punished for it.
2.Accio
It'd gone down a treat the day Sirius had learnt to accio. No-one was safe, you couldn't sit anywhere without something flying past your head and landing straight in the lazy hands of Sirius Black. At first most of the Gryffindors were fairly amused, especially the small little harem of girls that seemed to hang on every word or act that Sirius did. Then flying fruit had started to ruin their make-up, and that'd been it. Anytime Sirius accio'd anything people were grabbing them out of mid-air and chucking them at him. It wasn't a pretty spring.
3.Hopeful
Starting Hogwarts Remus would like to say he'd been hopeful about things. Hopeful that he could be a normal person, get to do normal things, act like he didn't have this condition, this problem. Except he wasn't, all he could think when getting on the train, and sitting in his cart was fear. What if people knew, what would they do to him? What if he got to get all the way to Hogwarts, someone took one look at him and sent him back. He'd never seen his parents happier than when he'd been accepted to Hogwarts. When Dumbledore had arrived and spoke to his parents.
It'd been a grim day and his father had been expecting the headmaster, from conversations he'd heard his parents seemed to think Dumbledore was arriving to tell them in person that he wouldn't be allowed to attend Hogwarts. Dumbledore had arrived and spent what seemed like the longest time in the world shut in the sitting room talking to his parents. Remus had sat, young and resigned, on the stairs. He wasn't feeling hopeful that Dumbledore would let him into Hogwarts, he was waiting for the old, kind looking man to walk out, give him the same sad smile, full of pity that all adults that saw him and knew gave him. Instead the door opened with an air of relief, his mother gave him a bright grin, Dumbledore walked out and gave Remus a blinding smile, not a trace of pity. “I'll be seeing you next year, young Mr. Lupin!”
Remus didn't let himself hope, not sitting on the carriage, not when he was joined by young, friendly class mates. Not until he sat there, opposite the three boys he almost considered friends and saw not fear, on their faces, but awe and excitement that their friend was a werewolf.
Title: Credit Crunch
Rating/Warnings: None.
Characters/Pairing: Harry, Hermione
Summary: When the world goes to shiz.
Word Count: 702
Registered purchases?: Both.
Challenge: #71 - Book 8
“Oi Potter, what do you mean there's no gherkins for the burgers?” Harry's manager shouted across the restaurant.
One would have thought Harry's life would have gotten better after the defeat of Voldemort. Sure, it'd been going great until his kid's first year of Hogwarts but then things had gone right down the drain. He'd lost all of his money in the financial crisis and Ginny'd left him.
As he waited for another double cheeseburger for his customer's order of twelve of them, Harry thought about what he'd do after work. He wasn't allowed to see the kids, Ginny'd decided to tell them he was on one very long business trip. He didn't think anyone was buying it, but as long as it kept her bloody brothers from killing him he figured it was worth it.
That was another thing about losing his money, his wife, his kids, he'd lost his friends too. His best friends, infact. Although it was a long time since they were at Hogwarts they were an amazingly big part of his personal life, although thank god not his professional one.
After work he'd be heading back to the small bedsit he lived in, it was a dreary place. A toilet shared with a rather large Lithuanian from whom he'd now learnt the fundamentals of the languages. Such sunny sentences such as, 'There is vomit in the toilet that isn't mine.' And, 'there is no toilet roll, but that's alright, we don't need any.'
Any respectable wizard would just tell you this is what you got from messing with Muggles. It wasn't his fault, a depression could hit any world, the Wizarding as well. How the current Wizarding World had avoided this one he had no idea. He supposed it had something to do with the fortune-tellers the ministry and the banks employed to get good financial forecasts.
Harry sighed and gave his customer the order, “Where are the free sauces?” The skinny man in his early 20s demanded.
How had it come to this? “Which would you like sir?” He gave the man the request Curry and BBQ sauces. Bloody hell, some people.
Harry could understand losing the money, but he still couldn't figure how he'd lost Ginny and the kids. He wondered if it was the secrecy, the way he'd handled losing the money. He wondered if Ginny was angry she'd trusted him and he'd repayed it like that. He wondered if she was angry she was back to bringing up the kids like she's been brought up, in a home where every bit counted.
There was no wizarding version of the Child Support Agency, but Harry tried to send as much to her as he could each month. She was now bringing up those kids by herself and Harry was sure she hadn't turned to her family for her.
Another customer was waiting to be served, there was always another customer waiting to be served, “Hello Madam can I take your order...” Harry stopped, mortified. Hermione was standing opposite him with a look of shock upon her face.
“Harry! What are you doing working here?” Hermione was staring at him, looking about at his uniform, the hairnet he was wearing and there's the expression that he'd never wanted to see on someone's face whilst looking at him: pity.
Harry hung his head in shame. He'd been working for a muggle establishment so no-one he knew would see him here, and chance of chances, Hermione walks in. This was it, he figured, the lowest point of his life. Even living in a cupboard under the stairs had been better than this.
“It went wrong, Hermione. I lost the money, Ginny, the kids. Everything. This...this is it now.”
“But Harry, you didn't tell any of us! We could have helped.” She reached a hand over the counter to grab hold of one of his.
Pulling his hand away from her grasp he squeezed his eyes shut to hold back the tears that were threatening. “I made this mess, I've got to live with it.”
Hermione's eyes hardened, “Harry Potter! Did you never think of trying to fix it?!”
Title: Summer sucks.
Rating/Warnings: None.
Characters/Pairing: Remus, Sirius, James.
Summary: Sirius hates the summer.
Word Count: 514
Registered purchases?: Both.
Challenge: #70 - Summer Holidays
The summer was Sirius' least favourite part of the year. When he'd first come to Hogwarts summer meant the part of the year where he was forced not to see his family and instead be stuck with the bunch of crazy, vapid death-eater supporters that were his family. He was in London, at least, and could escape some of the time. The city was big and the central location of his parent's house made it easy to wander. He could even chose to wander the muggle parts of London, as long as his parents didn't figure it out. But summers were still a time he was separated from his friends, what was marauding about muggle London without his Marauder's?
When Sirius finally did it, left the haters and went off on his own it was the Potters who took him in. Then summers were a lot better, there was James, first of all, and two there was none of his family. Which is always a plus. But now there was a totally different place to be marauding in, there was open countryside and people's well manicured gardens to be going through. He finally had his friend, but now there was nowhere interesting to go. There was only so much of his own entertainment that Sirius could make up. And James was more reluctant about getting up to trouble about his parents and in that village anyway.
All this still meant summer sucked. There were adults about he had to respect and less people about to interact with. That made them boring, which was the last word you'd ever associate with Sirius Black.
He'd tried to go and stay with Remus, but that hadn't quite ended well. Remus' parents were always wary about getting involved in anything at all controversial, which is apparently what Sirius Black was. Remus hadn't exactly said it like that, but Sirius was a smart boy, he knew what they meant.
It was another of those sweltering hot days of the summer, the dog days. Sirius let out a snort of laughter at that part. He almost wished he could be Padfoot, sprawled on the grass, maybe chase a few birds. It'd be fantastic. But he couldn't because that's illegal Pads, my parents can't know and he honestly didn't want to upset the Potters. They'd been so brilliant, taking him in, looking after him. Quite frankly Sirius hadn't felt so loved and cared for in ages, and wasn't quite sure what to make of it all.
But there he'd been, sitting in their garden, shirtlessly sunning himself, basking in the fantastic summer afternoon when he felt it. Something wrong, something different, something...familiar? He sat up and turned in time to see James call to him.
“Oi, Sirius! Got a present for you!” And there, standing next to James was Remus Lupin!
Adventure, excitement! Merlin, small village living had really got to him, he was considering Remus exciting. But still, a visit was a visit and something new was always welcomed! Now the summer could begin! This one would be epic.
Words: 577 + 702 + 514 = 1793
1793 / 50 = 36 pts
Bonus: 10 x 3 = 30pts
66pts for Ravenclaw
- sas // claw