Halloween Gift from Koshweasley
Author: Koshweasley
Title: The Dead, The Long Dead, The Recently Dead, and The Living
Characters: Bill Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Pansy Parkinson, OMC
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters are the property of JK Rowling. I am only playing in her pool, no offense is intended. This drabble was written for fun, and I am receiving no monies.
Summary: A post-war Samhain Ritual to help their fallen friends, spirits, travel beyond the Vale, brings former enemies together.
Notes: Thank you so much to digthewriter for all your help with putting this into a more readable drabble, and to the Mods for the added help. Any mistakes were due to my constant inability to leave things be. Also, thanks to the Modly ones for giving us one last go at Halloween. I like the last format, and was able to keep it below the 300 word mark.
The blue moon cast eerie shadows as it peaked through the canopy of trees and onto the hallowed grounds of the ancient church with its decaying gravestones. A clearing between the church and the graveyard was now home to their bonfire, already burning fierce by their hosts for the ceremony.
“Everyone, this is a friend of mine, Patrick. He's our...token vampire for the evening,” Bill said, jovially.
“You don't say,” George deadpanned as Patrick picked his teeth with a bone from the inferi he had held safely under his foot.
“Everyone, gather round to cast your earthly bindings into the fire,” Patrick said, delicately. “With this Samhain Ceremony, we will guide your dearly departed along the corpse road.”
One by one, Harry, Pansy, Ron, Luna, Draco, Hermione, and George took their places around the fire. When Bill stepped forward, he pulled out a dagger. As he began reciting the ritual, he sliced open the palm of his hand and drew runes on the altar.
Someone cleared their throat and Bill paused his recitation, halfway through. “Erm, Bill...Mate. What the bloody hell are those lunatics doing?” Patrick whispered.
Bill opened his eyes. Horrified, he shouted, “What in Merlin's bollocks are you doing?”
“He said to cast our earthly possessions into the fire,” Pansy intoned.
“He meant the autumn leaves, herbs, pumpkins...it's a bloody metaphor, you daft gits!” Bill scolded.
Draco looked from his kilt burning angrily in the fire, to each of his companions, the light of the fire casting their naked bodies a golden hue. “Ron, you complete, berk!”
“Well, it does seem more fun this way. Doesn't it?” Luna, said cheerily.