Stages (prompt: Platform 9 3/4)
Title: Stages
Author: loonynamelass
Prompt: Platform 9 ¾, must include Albus Severus, James Sirius, and/or Lily Luna. (Harry and Ginny must be main characters)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 388 (100-499)
Warnings: None.
Notes: Take Two on the prompt. I forgot entirely that I wrote the previous one, racked my brains for a response, and wrote this.
The summer passed oddly.
As always, the future is long and the past is short, mused Harry as he glanced past the slightly crinkled corner of his wife’s right eye, a lock of faded red-tinged hair weakly blowing near it.
“What’s wrong, darling?”
“I feel like there’s something I need to do,” Harry confesses, as bemused as she.
Ginny frowned, and so did her forehead as she went over her mental schedule. “We dropped Lily off at her flat, she flooed in a billion times to pick up her chicanery yesterday… James and Delilah’s wedding is on the twenty-seventh and the arrangements have already been set… Did you comb your hair today?”
“Yes, I did… Are you sure we don’t need to… go somewhere?”
“If you distrust my old memory so much, look up the calendar yourself,” she replied shortly, not looking up from her needlework. The sheets in question only proved her point- today was as unremarkable as the next, just a lie-in Sunday, why get worked up over it? “Harry, should I run you to the Healers?” she said slowly, dreading the answer. If this was really mental deterioration…
“No, no, nothing like that…” Harry scratched his head for a moment, mussing up his dark hair even further. “Aha! Three quarters!”
“Seventy-five percent?”
“The Platform…”
“Is that what you’ve been on about? Honey, we’re not in school anymore; we don’t need to go.”
“It’s just so different now. I went for six years, took a very conscious year off against Voldemort, a few years more for remedial learning and then to take Teddy because Andromeda had back trouble… then James, Albus, Lily…”
Ginny felt herself get riled up over his nostalgia. She didn’t marry him to be an angsting fifteen year old, nor a morose fifty year old. “Oh, snap out of it. Is it change you’re worried about? After eleven years in a cupboard, then six years of school and war, a year of hunting, four years of marriage, twenty years of parenthood…”
“Okay, touché then,” assented he, appreciating her concern, however it was manifested, whether scolding or snogging.
“If you want,” she said, softening her tone. “We could go somewhere else today…? Where do you belong, if not at Platform ¾?”
Harry considered her request for a long, comfortable silence. “Right here.”
“I thought so.”
Author: loonynamelass
Prompt: Platform 9 ¾, must include Albus Severus, James Sirius, and/or Lily Luna. (Harry and Ginny must be main characters)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 388 (100-499)
Warnings: None.
Notes: Take Two on the prompt. I forgot entirely that I wrote the previous one, racked my brains for a response, and wrote this.
The summer passed oddly.
As always, the future is long and the past is short, mused Harry as he glanced past the slightly crinkled corner of his wife’s right eye, a lock of faded red-tinged hair weakly blowing near it.
“What’s wrong, darling?”
“I feel like there’s something I need to do,” Harry confesses, as bemused as she.
Ginny frowned, and so did her forehead as she went over her mental schedule. “We dropped Lily off at her flat, she flooed in a billion times to pick up her chicanery yesterday… James and Delilah’s wedding is on the twenty-seventh and the arrangements have already been set… Did you comb your hair today?”
“Yes, I did… Are you sure we don’t need to… go somewhere?”
“If you distrust my old memory so much, look up the calendar yourself,” she replied shortly, not looking up from her needlework. The sheets in question only proved her point- today was as unremarkable as the next, just a lie-in Sunday, why get worked up over it? “Harry, should I run you to the Healers?” she said slowly, dreading the answer. If this was really mental deterioration…
“No, no, nothing like that…” Harry scratched his head for a moment, mussing up his dark hair even further. “Aha! Three quarters!”
“Seventy-five percent?”
“The Platform…”
“Is that what you’ve been on about? Honey, we’re not in school anymore; we don’t need to go.”
“It’s just so different now. I went for six years, took a very conscious year off against Voldemort, a few years more for remedial learning and then to take Teddy because Andromeda had back trouble… then James, Albus, Lily…”
Ginny felt herself get riled up over his nostalgia. She didn’t marry him to be an angsting fifteen year old, nor a morose fifty year old. “Oh, snap out of it. Is it change you’re worried about? After eleven years in a cupboard, then six years of school and war, a year of hunting, four years of marriage, twenty years of parenthood…”
“Okay, touché then,” assented he, appreciating her concern, however it was manifested, whether scolding or snogging.
“If you want,” she said, softening her tone. “We could go somewhere else today…? Where do you belong, if not at Platform ¾?”
Harry considered her request for a long, comfortable silence. “Right here.”
“I thought so.”