beneath the sky of hate, beyond the sea of pain, in heaven I will wait until we meet again

Aug 15, 2007 21:41

My computer is possessed with the crazy. This morning, it told me it had been locked by the Administrator and that I needed a password to unlock it. I'm the only person who uses this computer. Believe me when I say there's no password O_o It also likes to randomly close all my open programs and refuse to load my wallpaper. I don't get it. It seems to be tentatively working right now, though.

This isn't actually the fic I said I was going to post yesterday. It's been put on hold based on the fact that I don't think I like it ^_^;; Have something random instead.

title: The Best of Friends
fandom: Harry Potter
words: 281
spoilers: the epilogue of Deathly Hallows. If you read this without having read the book, it is officially not my fault.
A/N: no pairings, G. Also, I haven't written for this fandom in at least five years. Which makes it exciting.


When Albus asks if he can bring a friend home for the holiday, you don't think to say no, and you don't think to ask whom. Your mother had never turned away Harry - or anyone else, for that matter - and you'd feel wrong if you didn't show Al the same courtesy.

And so, when eleven year-old mirror images of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy come barging through your front door, to say you're surprised is something of an understatement. It's only because your husband is following behind them, still looking a little bemused himself, that you know you haven't been transported back in time.

The young blond is eyeing the ceilings and asking Al, with what seems to be sincere concern, if he's sure the roof won't cave in on such a shabby house. Al rolls his eyes and shoves him halfheartedly, as though used to the verbal abuse, and his friend seems equally unruffled by the companionable violence. Upon noticing you, the blond introduces himself as Scorpius with the same arrogance and drawling voice his father had been so fond of. He barely gets his greeting out before Al has him by the wrist and is hauling him off for a tour of the house. They disappear down the hallway, though you can still clearly hear their voices, made loud by excitement.

Harry's frowning a little when he comes in to greet you with a kiss on the cheek, as though he can't decide whether or not to disapprove of his son's choice in friends. You put a hand on his arm, smile encouragingly, and take it all in stride, inwardly marvelling at how truly different the world has become.

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A/N: You know I'm slashing them when they're a little older. If JK Rowling's gonna marry off my OTP to people not each other, I'm damn well going to slash their children.

harry potter, fic

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