OTP Contest Fic
I finished that Buckbeak/Buckbeak time turner for the OTP contest. It's very different from my previous fics, and I'm not sure I can pull of the narrative style. Never mind, I'm just happy I managed to complete a fic within time constraints.
Title: Vanity, Thy Name is Hippogriff.
Rating: PG
Authors note: Done for OTP contest Buckbeak
spends time in the Astronomy Tower with
Buckbeak
Buckbeak always thought of himself as special. He knew that one day he was going to do something truly spectacular since he had been blessed from birth with being the most perfect Hippogriff at Hogwarts. All the other Hippogriffs knew Buckbeak was special, but for a totally different reason.
Hippogriffs are, by nature, a proud species. Well, some would call it pride, others, mainly Thestrals, would say they were conceited. But every one knows they were just jealous. Those bonny scavengers could never live up to the regal glory of the mighty Hippogriff. Or at least that’s what the Hippogriffs asserted.
Though Buckbeak brought pride to a whole new level. Even as a foal, Buckbeak had been difficult, prancing around with the other Hippogriffs like he owned the school he stayed at, as though Hippogriffs even believed in possessions. As he grew older, he would only grace the others with his conversation when was instructing them how to behave like a proper Hippogriff ought. If Buckbeak had ever felt the need to make friends, he would have gauged the others annoyance. But never needing the company of those other than himself, he failed to notice any displeasure with his actions.
The Thestrals, the ever-noisy know-it-alls of Hogwarts (though that Hermione Granger did gave them a bit of competition), reminded Buckbeak of that old adage that pride often occurs before a great fall. Buckbeak scoffed at this. What on earth would the Thestrals know about pride? After all they had none. However, the truth was that many Hippogriffs, including Buckbeak’s own mother who had grown rather tired of the constant nagging of her son, wished for the Thestrals to be right -- just this once mind.
Though none of them expected the extreme of the execution order to be the item to humble Hogwarts’s most arrogant son. But Buckbeak rose above it all with his usual stubborn pride and with a rather large dash of denial. He announced to anyone that would listen that he was a martyr to the cause of the great Hippogriff, and any others with any sense of self-worth should have done exactly what he had done. And besides, the Hagrid (who was incapable of see the faults in an of the creatures under his care, despite them being more than willing to point out his) worshiped him too much to let any harm come to him.
This general arrogance meant that Buckbeak had been by no means worried the night he and Sirius Black escaped from Hogwarts, though he was surprised that he had ended up on the run. A full pardon would have been more to his liking. But, he told himself, he could not possibly destined to live and die at Hogwarts. No he was Buckbeak, he had always been meant for greater things.
After he returned from his adventures overseas, matters only became worse for the residents of Hogwarts. Buckbeak had seen the world. Buckbeak now knew culture; one of those things that those whom had spend their whole life in the shelter of Scotland could not even contemplate. He spent his days telling the others about his adventures in Paris, Rome and Timbuktu. The Thestrals scoffed, stating they had seen more of the outside world then Buckbeak had, but they were ignored. But the Hippogriffs ignored them; they had after all only seen the outside world pulling a carriage.
To the Hippogriffs, Buckbeak (who plain refused to got by his new name) was no longer just another Hippogriff with a larger than normal ego. He was a rogue, an adventurer, and a scared freedom fighter. The females swooned, the males looked up to him and they all took his advice with the weight that Buckbeak had always expected them too.
This newfound status would have left Buckbeak very quickly if any of them knew he had actually spent half his time stuck in an old house in London and was felled by a mere House Elf, lowly, odd creatures they were. No, that was on secret Buckbeak would take to his grave.
Despite his position as the star of the heard, Buckbeak couldn’t help but feel incomplete. Whether it was the call of biology, or loneliness he didn’t know, but he found himself longing for a mate. An equal to spend time with and produce perfect offspring together.
The females would wander around him; showing was brilliant mates they would be for such an accomplished male like himself. But all Buckbeak could see was their imperfection, beaks too long, tails to short, brains to small, claws too blunt. He could not lower himself to those standards; he could not punish his children with such imperfection.
And so Buckbeak remained alone. He spent more and more time wandering the grounds by himself, contemplating the awfulness of imperfection in the others of his species and the lofty burden he had upon him to find perfection. His favourite place for this was one of the towers of the castle itself. Not a place the other’s visited, the castle was for the humans, not their kind.
One night, while wandering the grounds alone, Buckbeak became aware of a great commotion. He found the Hagrid’s hut in flame, and Harry Potter and the resident potions master fighting. Buckbeak naturally entered the fray, aware the whole time that other Hippogriff’s were growing tired of the same old stories and this would greatly increase his standing with the others once again.
Buckbeak happened to quite like Harry Potter, he had been respectful of him and Buckbeak had heard high praise of him from Sirius Black. Severus Snape, on the other hand, Buckbeak had only heard horrible things about from Sirius Black. So Buckbeak attacked potions master with fervour, only to find that a small item become chained up in his claws. It was yellow and shiny and attached to a gold chain and must have belonged to the Professor. After he chased Snape though Hogwarts grounds, Buckbeak took a good look and recognised the small pendant.
As all self-respecting creatures knew, shiny possession are for lower life forms, those without their own brilliant splendour and had to find some way to compensate for it, such as Humans and Nifflers. Buckbeak was very ashamed when he hid it for later under a rock, hiding it away from the prying eyes of his own kind, or worse, a Thestral who would ridicule him. He justified it to himself as he had seen one around the neck of Hermione Granger the night of his escape from the law, it could potentially be useful.
Some days later, when all returned to calm at the castle and the others were asleep, Buckbeak too his object in the deep of the night to the place where he knew others would not find him.
Hippogriffs will never admit that opposable thumbs have any merit to them whatsoever. Whether there is merit to thumbs or not, the fact it, it took some time, more than an hour before Buckbeak managed to get the object to achieve its desired function.
It turns out the in the end that Buckbeak is special. He did achieve something no other Hippogriff managed to achieve. Buckbeak was now in sole possession the last time turner in Britain and became the first ever Hippogriff to travel through time.
But did Buckbeak ever realise what influence his device could ever have on the war fought between the humans? This though never crossed his mind as he scoped out the Astronomy Tower, as it had been an hour before.
No, Buckbeak managed to find a use for the time turner that allowed Buckbeak to end his quest, for him to be in the presence of perfection, someone finally worthy of his love and affection, and equal in every way. So now, Buckbeak spends time in the Astronomy tower with Buckbeak every night. In his eyes the only worthy object of his greatest desire.
I have a meta question. Does narcissism count as slash?
Title: Vanity, Thy Name is Hippogriff.
Rating: PG
Authors note: Done for OTP contest Buckbeak
spends time in the Astronomy Tower with
Buckbeak
Buckbeak always thought of himself as special. He knew that one day he was going to do something truly spectacular since he had been blessed from birth with being the most perfect Hippogriff at Hogwarts. All the other Hippogriffs knew Buckbeak was special, but for a totally different reason.
Hippogriffs are, by nature, a proud species. Well, some would call it pride, others, mainly Thestrals, would say they were conceited. But every one knows they were just jealous. Those bonny scavengers could never live up to the regal glory of the mighty Hippogriff. Or at least that’s what the Hippogriffs asserted.
Though Buckbeak brought pride to a whole new level. Even as a foal, Buckbeak had been difficult, prancing around with the other Hippogriffs like he owned the school he stayed at, as though Hippogriffs even believed in possessions. As he grew older, he would only grace the others with his conversation when was instructing them how to behave like a proper Hippogriff ought. If Buckbeak had ever felt the need to make friends, he would have gauged the others annoyance. But never needing the company of those other than himself, he failed to notice any displeasure with his actions.
The Thestrals, the ever-noisy know-it-alls of Hogwarts (though that Hermione Granger did gave them a bit of competition), reminded Buckbeak of that old adage that pride often occurs before a great fall. Buckbeak scoffed at this. What on earth would the Thestrals know about pride? After all they had none. However, the truth was that many Hippogriffs, including Buckbeak’s own mother who had grown rather tired of the constant nagging of her son, wished for the Thestrals to be right -- just this once mind.
Though none of them expected the extreme of the execution order to be the item to humble Hogwarts’s most arrogant son. But Buckbeak rose above it all with his usual stubborn pride and with a rather large dash of denial. He announced to anyone that would listen that he was a martyr to the cause of the great Hippogriff, and any others with any sense of self-worth should have done exactly what he had done. And besides, the Hagrid (who was incapable of see the faults in an of the creatures under his care, despite them being more than willing to point out his) worshiped him too much to let any harm come to him.
This general arrogance meant that Buckbeak had been by no means worried the night he and Sirius Black escaped from Hogwarts, though he was surprised that he had ended up on the run. A full pardon would have been more to his liking. But, he told himself, he could not possibly destined to live and die at Hogwarts. No he was Buckbeak, he had always been meant for greater things.
After he returned from his adventures overseas, matters only became worse for the residents of Hogwarts. Buckbeak had seen the world. Buckbeak now knew culture; one of those things that those whom had spend their whole life in the shelter of Scotland could not even contemplate. He spent his days telling the others about his adventures in Paris, Rome and Timbuktu. The Thestrals scoffed, stating they had seen more of the outside world then Buckbeak had, but they were ignored. But the Hippogriffs ignored them; they had after all only seen the outside world pulling a carriage.
To the Hippogriffs, Buckbeak (who plain refused to got by his new name) was no longer just another Hippogriff with a larger than normal ego. He was a rogue, an adventurer, and a scared freedom fighter. The females swooned, the males looked up to him and they all took his advice with the weight that Buckbeak had always expected them too.
This newfound status would have left Buckbeak very quickly if any of them knew he had actually spent half his time stuck in an old house in London and was felled by a mere House Elf, lowly, odd creatures they were. No, that was on secret Buckbeak would take to his grave.
Despite his position as the star of the heard, Buckbeak couldn’t help but feel incomplete. Whether it was the call of biology, or loneliness he didn’t know, but he found himself longing for a mate. An equal to spend time with and produce perfect offspring together.
The females would wander around him; showing was brilliant mates they would be for such an accomplished male like himself. But all Buckbeak could see was their imperfection, beaks too long, tails to short, brains to small, claws too blunt. He could not lower himself to those standards; he could not punish his children with such imperfection.
And so Buckbeak remained alone. He spent more and more time wandering the grounds by himself, contemplating the awfulness of imperfection in the others of his species and the lofty burden he had upon him to find perfection. His favourite place for this was one of the towers of the castle itself. Not a place the other’s visited, the castle was for the humans, not their kind.
One night, while wandering the grounds alone, Buckbeak became aware of a great commotion. He found the Hagrid’s hut in flame, and Harry Potter and the resident potions master fighting. Buckbeak naturally entered the fray, aware the whole time that other Hippogriff’s were growing tired of the same old stories and this would greatly increase his standing with the others once again.
Buckbeak happened to quite like Harry Potter, he had been respectful of him and Buckbeak had heard high praise of him from Sirius Black. Severus Snape, on the other hand, Buckbeak had only heard horrible things about from Sirius Black. So Buckbeak attacked potions master with fervour, only to find that a small item become chained up in his claws. It was yellow and shiny and attached to a gold chain and must have belonged to the Professor. After he chased Snape though Hogwarts grounds, Buckbeak took a good look and recognised the small pendant.
As all self-respecting creatures knew, shiny possession are for lower life forms, those without their own brilliant splendour and had to find some way to compensate for it, such as Humans and Nifflers. Buckbeak was very ashamed when he hid it for later under a rock, hiding it away from the prying eyes of his own kind, or worse, a Thestral who would ridicule him. He justified it to himself as he had seen one around the neck of Hermione Granger the night of his escape from the law, it could potentially be useful.
Some days later, when all returned to calm at the castle and the others were asleep, Buckbeak too his object in the deep of the night to the place where he knew others would not find him.
Hippogriffs will never admit that opposable thumbs have any merit to them whatsoever. Whether there is merit to thumbs or not, the fact it, it took some time, more than an hour before Buckbeak managed to get the object to achieve its desired function.
It turns out the in the end that Buckbeak is special. He did achieve something no other Hippogriff managed to achieve. Buckbeak was now in sole possession the last time turner in Britain and became the first ever Hippogriff to travel through time.
But did Buckbeak ever realise what influence his device could ever have on the war fought between the humans? This though never crossed his mind as he scoped out the Astronomy Tower, as it had been an hour before.
No, Buckbeak managed to find a use for the time turner that allowed Buckbeak to end his quest, for him to be in the presence of perfection, someone finally worthy of his love and affection, and equal in every way. So now, Buckbeak spends time in the Astronomy tower with Buckbeak every night. In his eyes the only worthy object of his greatest desire.
I have a meta question. Does narcissism count as slash?