The first time I remember feeling absolutely terrified was when I ran away from my father's wedding. It was bad enough that he was getting married, but then, at the wedding, I was presented with a step-brother. No one had mentioned him before that day. He was just a baby and all the women there were cooing over him. I'd had enough. I just wanted to ( Read more... )

( 46. Endings )

( 15. Diligence )

I'm nearly a third of the way through my 100 drabbles and I thought it was about time I posted some. I'm posting these in sets because otherwise my tag system will get all confused. There is a table, which I'll post once I've finished, with all the drabbles linked on it. I refuse to do it more than once because that's too much like hard work.

( 1. Holiday )

Have your muse write a letter to someone that would never get sent detailing things they would never say to the person normally

Dear Father ( Read more... )

Tell us about your character's parents/parental figures, and their relationship with them.

Firstly, and least complicatedly, there's Harry's mother. She died when he was a child. He loved her and of course he remembers all the good bits, so she's almost a saint in his eyes. He won't talk about her, though, because it's too upsetting ( Read more... )

As the end of term neared Harry had been looking forward to going home, but now he was in the car he wondered why he had ever thought that it would better now. His father's letters never progressed beyond one paragraph, as if time stopped while Harry was away at school. Harry had tried not writing one week, but then that one paragraph had been a ( Read more... )

OOC: Another foray into the Harry has four kids AUHarry looked down at his daughter as her eyelids fluttered and she fell asleep. He couldn't take his eyes off her. Although he'd known she existed before, now he could actually see her and hold her it was all different. It wasn't until he heard footsteps that he looked up to see his father, who came ( Read more... )

My step-mother always said I was a lot like my father:

• We both play chess
• We both like a good Scotch
• We never talk about my mother
• We never talk about how we feel
• We're both gentlemen

Harry was apprehensive at being summoned to his father's study. Before his mother's death it only meant one thing: a telling off. After, it could mean anything, but it was hard to break the initial association, even now ( Read more... )