Voting Post For Week #176!!
It's Voting Time!
Please read the voting rules:
1. Do not vote for yourself and do not ask others to vote for you.
2. If you entered the challenge, you are required to vote.
3. Please vote for a MOST and SECOND favorite drabble. If you do not fill out the entire poll, your vote will not be counted.
4. Please vote for the NUMBER of the drabble, not the name of it. Just makes it easier on the mod :)
5. Please remember the prompt must when voting: “As I see it, part of the art of being a hero is knowing when you don't need to be one anymore.”
― Alan Moore, Watchmen
Results will be posted on Thursday. Have fun!
1.
Author:
Title: Reputation
Pairing: Harry/Alcohol
Rating: R for themes
Word Count: 239
It was cold and Harry hadn't the foggiest where in the hell he was. He glanced around, not moving just yet because he wasn't sure of what exactly he'd gotten up to last night. Molly called it sewing wild oats. Ron called about time. Ginny was the one it bothered, but Harry couldn't be arsed to care half the time because the drink was more important. He couldn't stop and he was well aware of this. The big problem in it all was that he didn't really want to stop. Stopping meant thinking and thinking.... Well thinking could kiss his hairy ass thank you very much. So every day he'd spend recovering, every night he'd drink, and every morning he'd wake up somewhere strange. Nothing mattered because he was actively trying to shed that hero image. He was no hero. He was the unfortunate kid who lived his entire life as a pawn to one person or another, for one a rallying cry and for the other a way to cheat death. It was all too much. A woman had asked him to kiss her baby last week and he about lost it. He was not Jesus Christ incarnate. He was not a savior. He was just a man. One with a blistering headache and in need of pants.
2.
Author:
Feedback: yes, please :)
Title: After
Words: 291
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Harry awoke when thin beam of sunlight touched his face through a slit in the bed hangings. He blinked sleepily, realizing he was in his four-poster at Hogwarts. Voldemort was dead, and judging by the light, he had slept for almost a day.
Harry got out of bed and dressed quietly, not wishing to disturb anyone else. Several additional four-posters had appeared in the dormitory since he went to sleep, and all of the hangings were still closed.
Harry crept down to the Common Room, which was deserted, and made his way outside. In daylight, he could see the extent of the castle's damage and it saddened him to see the first place he called home in such desolate condition. The sun glinting off the lake looked peaceful, though, so Harry walked towards it.
Harry found Luna leaning against a rock, watching the lake. He gestured to the spot beside her and raised his eyebrows. Luna nodded, and Harry sat down. They watched the lake together, not talking.
After awhile, Harry said, "Thanks for the blibbering humdinger yesterday."
"No problem, Harry. Blibbering humdingers are very good about showing up when they're needed."
"Yeah. Er . . ."
“Part of being a hero is knowing when you don't need to be one anymore.”
"What?"
"You defeated Voldemort. Now you can do whatever you want, Harry. But remember, getting up every morning and facing whatever the day may bring sometimes requires more heroism than anything."
Harry thought about Lupin, Tonks, Fred . . . Teddy would need his godfather. As his adopted family, the Weasleys needed him, too. He hoped Ginny needed him. He couldn't wait any longer-he had to talk to her.
Harry gave Luna a quick sideways hug, stood up, and walked back to the castle.
3.
Author:
Feedback: Yes
Title: Where does the hero go?
Words: 242
Rating: G
Warnings: Angst
“How are you this morning, Harry?” Draco asked, watching Harry gazing out the window at the tree covered in spring blooms, dancing on the breeze.
“Better, thank you,” standing in silence, Draco waited for Harry to continue his thoughts. “It's nice, the peace. I just wish I knew how to handle it better.”
“Well, that's why you are here, isn't it?”
“Hmmm,” Harry eyes lingered at the garden out his window, “Why do you do it Draco?”
“Do what?”
“Of everything you could do, were destined to do, why did you choose to help others?”
“Ah, you mean why am I not the prefect Sytherin playing in politics, like my father? Harry, of anyone, you should know the grief that comes from following some destined plan. The world dose not need another Malfoy playing puppet master from the shadows.”
“So, you choose to become a mind healer,” Harry sighed, braking his gaze from the window, turned to Draco. “And, what role dose the once hero play in this new world?”
“Any role you want. Be a teacher, a store owner, raise children. Enjoy a world that no longer needs a hero.”
“But, its all I know how to be. All that I have done since I was eleven.”
“And that why you're here. We will help you be more then just the hero. It's time to be Harry.”
4.
Author:
Feedback: yes please
Title: Once a Hero...
Words: 244
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
It's a crisp spring day in Diagon Alley, the first time they venture out in public together.
Draco is walking hand in hand with Harry, pausing occasionally to look at the window displays. Most of the shops have reopened now, nearly a year after the war, but there are still some boarded up windows among all the cheery new signs and facades.
An old witch bumps into him, and instead of apologising, she hisses something that sounds a lot like 'filthy Death Eater'. Harry frowns, and Draco squeezes his hand a little tighter. It's not that he doesn't find it tiring. Of course he does. It's just that it's his problem. He created it by his own actions, never mind how coerced, and he'll suffer the consequences with dignity. But it really shouldn't hurt Harry.
They've just passed the joke shop, when Draco hears the sound of running feet, and a shout.
“Oi! Malfoy!”
Before Draco can even turn his head, Harry is spinning around, shaking his wand from its wrist holster and dropping into a duelling stance.
“I think you dropped this.”
George Weasley's voice is completely calm, even when being held at wand point. The glove he's holding out is dark green leather with the initials DM at the wrist.
“Thank you,” Draco says, and receives a small smile in return.
Harry puts his wand away, and Draco thinks his step is a little lighter, a little more carefree, when they continue towards Fortescues.
oooOOOooo
Voter Feedback Option
Voters now have the option of leaving a short statement about the drabble you voted for and why you voted that way. Feedback will then be given ANONYMOUSLY to the writer. Comments are screened if voters wish to leave additional feedback on any of the drabbles.
For example:
MOST Favorite:
#21 - Loved the humor, made me laugh
SECOND Most Favorite:
#42 - Characters were OOC
Poll SHD Week 176:Potter/Choice whovote=
Please read the voting rules:
1. Do not vote for yourself and do not ask others to vote for you.
2. If you entered the challenge, you are required to vote.
3. Please vote for a MOST and SECOND favorite drabble. If you do not fill out the entire poll, your vote will not be counted.
4. Please vote for the NUMBER of the drabble, not the name of it. Just makes it easier on the mod :)
5. Please remember the prompt must when voting: “As I see it, part of the art of being a hero is knowing when you don't need to be one anymore.”
― Alan Moore, Watchmen
Results will be posted on Thursday. Have fun!
1.
Author:
Title: Reputation
Pairing: Harry/Alcohol
Rating: R for themes
Word Count: 239
It was cold and Harry hadn't the foggiest where in the hell he was. He glanced around, not moving just yet because he wasn't sure of what exactly he'd gotten up to last night. Molly called it sewing wild oats. Ron called about time. Ginny was the one it bothered, but Harry couldn't be arsed to care half the time because the drink was more important. He couldn't stop and he was well aware of this. The big problem in it all was that he didn't really want to stop. Stopping meant thinking and thinking.... Well thinking could kiss his hairy ass thank you very much. So every day he'd spend recovering, every night he'd drink, and every morning he'd wake up somewhere strange. Nothing mattered because he was actively trying to shed that hero image. He was no hero. He was the unfortunate kid who lived his entire life as a pawn to one person or another, for one a rallying cry and for the other a way to cheat death. It was all too much. A woman had asked him to kiss her baby last week and he about lost it. He was not Jesus Christ incarnate. He was not a savior. He was just a man. One with a blistering headache and in need of pants.
2.
Author:
Feedback: yes, please :)
Title: After
Words: 291
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Harry awoke when thin beam of sunlight touched his face through a slit in the bed hangings. He blinked sleepily, realizing he was in his four-poster at Hogwarts. Voldemort was dead, and judging by the light, he had slept for almost a day.
Harry got out of bed and dressed quietly, not wishing to disturb anyone else. Several additional four-posters had appeared in the dormitory since he went to sleep, and all of the hangings were still closed.
Harry crept down to the Common Room, which was deserted, and made his way outside. In daylight, he could see the extent of the castle's damage and it saddened him to see the first place he called home in such desolate condition. The sun glinting off the lake looked peaceful, though, so Harry walked towards it.
Harry found Luna leaning against a rock, watching the lake. He gestured to the spot beside her and raised his eyebrows. Luna nodded, and Harry sat down. They watched the lake together, not talking.
After awhile, Harry said, "Thanks for the blibbering humdinger yesterday."
"No problem, Harry. Blibbering humdingers are very good about showing up when they're needed."
"Yeah. Er . . ."
“Part of being a hero is knowing when you don't need to be one anymore.”
"What?"
"You defeated Voldemort. Now you can do whatever you want, Harry. But remember, getting up every morning and facing whatever the day may bring sometimes requires more heroism than anything."
Harry thought about Lupin, Tonks, Fred . . . Teddy would need his godfather. As his adopted family, the Weasleys needed him, too. He hoped Ginny needed him. He couldn't wait any longer-he had to talk to her.
Harry gave Luna a quick sideways hug, stood up, and walked back to the castle.
3.
Author:
Feedback: Yes
Title: Where does the hero go?
Words: 242
Rating: G
Warnings: Angst
“How are you this morning, Harry?” Draco asked, watching Harry gazing out the window at the tree covered in spring blooms, dancing on the breeze.
“Better, thank you,” standing in silence, Draco waited for Harry to continue his thoughts. “It's nice, the peace. I just wish I knew how to handle it better.”
“Well, that's why you are here, isn't it?”
“Hmmm,” Harry eyes lingered at the garden out his window, “Why do you do it Draco?”
“Do what?”
“Of everything you could do, were destined to do, why did you choose to help others?”
“Ah, you mean why am I not the prefect Sytherin playing in politics, like my father? Harry, of anyone, you should know the grief that comes from following some destined plan. The world dose not need another Malfoy playing puppet master from the shadows.”
“So, you choose to become a mind healer,” Harry sighed, braking his gaze from the window, turned to Draco. “And, what role dose the once hero play in this new world?”
“Any role you want. Be a teacher, a store owner, raise children. Enjoy a world that no longer needs a hero.”
“But, its all I know how to be. All that I have done since I was eleven.”
“And that why you're here. We will help you be more then just the hero. It's time to be Harry.”
4.
Author:
Feedback: yes please
Title: Once a Hero...
Words: 244
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
It's a crisp spring day in Diagon Alley, the first time they venture out in public together.
Draco is walking hand in hand with Harry, pausing occasionally to look at the window displays. Most of the shops have reopened now, nearly a year after the war, but there are still some boarded up windows among all the cheery new signs and facades.
An old witch bumps into him, and instead of apologising, she hisses something that sounds a lot like 'filthy Death Eater'. Harry frowns, and Draco squeezes his hand a little tighter. It's not that he doesn't find it tiring. Of course he does. It's just that it's his problem. He created it by his own actions, never mind how coerced, and he'll suffer the consequences with dignity. But it really shouldn't hurt Harry.
They've just passed the joke shop, when Draco hears the sound of running feet, and a shout.
“Oi! Malfoy!”
Before Draco can even turn his head, Harry is spinning around, shaking his wand from its wrist holster and dropping into a duelling stance.
“I think you dropped this.”
George Weasley's voice is completely calm, even when being held at wand point. The glove he's holding out is dark green leather with the initials DM at the wrist.
“Thank you,” Draco says, and receives a small smile in return.
Harry puts his wand away, and Draco thinks his step is a little lighter, a little more carefree, when they continue towards Fortescues.
oooOOOooo
Voter Feedback Option
Voters now have the option of leaving a short statement about the drabble you voted for and why you voted that way. Feedback will then be given ANONYMOUSLY to the writer. Comments are screened if voters wish to leave additional feedback on any of the drabbles.
For example:
MOST Favorite:
#21 - Loved the humor, made me laugh
SECOND Most Favorite:
#42 - Characters were OOC
Poll SHD Week 176:Potter/Choice whovote=