2 Harry Potter fics
Title: Another Story for Another Day
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Gen
Rating: G
Warnings: This author likes to skip blithely among the verb tenses.
382 Words
Petunia hand tight to her sister's hand in the Great Hall. All around them candles were alight, floating in the air by some unseen force. Lily could do that. Petunia thought automatically, but Lily WAS the gifted one. Petunia had never considered being able to do the things Lily could, but was breathlessly relieved when she got her letter at the same time.
As long as we're together, nothing can hurt us. Lily had assured her sister before they stepped on the train, when Petunia had been frightened of another student's snake.
At least she wasn't that Sirius Black boy. When the talking hat yelled 'Gryffindor' to him, silence fell over the hall, like some unwritten rule had been broken in a way that could never be repaired. Soon enough, Entwood, Jennifer Marie was called and sorted into Ravenclaw, and Evans, Lily was the next.
Giving one final squeeze to her sister's hand, the little redheaded girl stepped bravely up to the stool where the ratty old hat was dropped on her head.
Not a few seconds later, it called out "GRYFFINDOR!" the same table that the Black boy was sitting at. Evans, Petunia oh it was her turn now.
Biting her lip to keep from making a face, Petunia walked quickly up to the stool and sat, closing her eyes when the hat fell over her head in case there was something frightening inside.
I want to be with Lily, she thought.
"Lily? Oh, the little Gryffindor - no, no, I'm sorry, but that's just not the place for you."
Petunia squeaked as she heard the hat speaking to her. Had it spoke to anyone else?
"You're very loyal to your sister, yes, you'd make a good Hufflepuff. Although... there's a certain amount of ambition for you as well. Yes, I see it there, the potential... does potential outweigh that which is solid in the present? You have a story you could tell, too, and it won't be told if you always live in her shadow. Because of that, I think it's best I place you in..."
"SLYTHERIN!"
Again, silence fell over the hall for a brief moment. Two sisters, set into opposing houses. A mudblood thrown into Slytherin and a Black into Gryffindor.
This promised to be an interesting year.
Title: Another Story for Another Day (II)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Gen
Rating: G
Warnings: This author likes to skip blithely among the verb tenses.
346 Words
"Blimey, that's him."
Harry craned his neck to catch a glimpse of who Ron had pointed out, trying not to smash his trolley into the other boy's with the divided attention.
"How do you figure?" Harry asked, seeing nothing terribly special to be seen about the small if somewhat roundish boy, looking alone and a little frightened. Harry's mouth set into a frown, he didn't like seeing people alone. He slowed his trolley down until it stopped.
"Well, you can kind of see the scar." Ron pointed out a little weakly, wondering now if he'd seen it after all. He pulled his own cart to a stop as well when Harry did. Ron tended to follow Harry's lead in a lot of things, though he was the driving force in their friendship his share of the time as well.
He didn't question as Harry parked the trolley and darted back to the smaller boy they had passed, hot on his heels. Just before they reached him, a bushy-haired girl about their age reached him first, asking him what was wrong.
"I lost my toad - I need to find him, he's important. He's-" the boy babbled, and the girl sighed, crossing her arms.
"I'll help you find him. What did he look like?" before the boy could answer, she turned to Ron and Harry, who were watching the exchange quietly. "You two! You haven't seen a toad anywhere, have you?"
"Can't say we have." Ron answered honestly.
"But we'd be happy to help you look. I'm Harry Potter, this is my best mate, Ron Weasley." Ron raised his hand in hullo when Harry introduced him.
"I'm Hermione Granger." the bushy-haired girl said, looking to the smallest boy there once more. He seemed to shrink a little when all eyes turned to him, uncomfortable with the attention.
"...Longbottom. Neville Longbottom." he squeaked, and sure enough, from this close, Harry could see the scar, too.
"The Boy Who Lived... must be awful." Harry remarked with the embarrassing honesty of his age. "Come on, let's go find your toad."
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Gen
Rating: G
Warnings: This author likes to skip blithely among the verb tenses.
382 Words
Petunia hand tight to her sister's hand in the Great Hall. All around them candles were alight, floating in the air by some unseen force. Lily could do that. Petunia thought automatically, but Lily WAS the gifted one. Petunia had never considered being able to do the things Lily could, but was breathlessly relieved when she got her letter at the same time.
As long as we're together, nothing can hurt us. Lily had assured her sister before they stepped on the train, when Petunia had been frightened of another student's snake.
At least she wasn't that Sirius Black boy. When the talking hat yelled 'Gryffindor' to him, silence fell over the hall, like some unwritten rule had been broken in a way that could never be repaired. Soon enough, Entwood, Jennifer Marie was called and sorted into Ravenclaw, and Evans, Lily was the next.
Giving one final squeeze to her sister's hand, the little redheaded girl stepped bravely up to the stool where the ratty old hat was dropped on her head.
Not a few seconds later, it called out "GRYFFINDOR!" the same table that the Black boy was sitting at. Evans, Petunia oh it was her turn now.
Biting her lip to keep from making a face, Petunia walked quickly up to the stool and sat, closing her eyes when the hat fell over her head in case there was something frightening inside.
I want to be with Lily, she thought.
"Lily? Oh, the little Gryffindor - no, no, I'm sorry, but that's just not the place for you."
Petunia squeaked as she heard the hat speaking to her. Had it spoke to anyone else?
"You're very loyal to your sister, yes, you'd make a good Hufflepuff. Although... there's a certain amount of ambition for you as well. Yes, I see it there, the potential... does potential outweigh that which is solid in the present? You have a story you could tell, too, and it won't be told if you always live in her shadow. Because of that, I think it's best I place you in..."
"SLYTHERIN!"
Again, silence fell over the hall for a brief moment. Two sisters, set into opposing houses. A mudblood thrown into Slytherin and a Black into Gryffindor.
This promised to be an interesting year.
Title: Another Story for Another Day (II)
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Gen
Rating: G
Warnings: This author likes to skip blithely among the verb tenses.
346 Words
"Blimey, that's him."
Harry craned his neck to catch a glimpse of who Ron had pointed out, trying not to smash his trolley into the other boy's with the divided attention.
"How do you figure?" Harry asked, seeing nothing terribly special to be seen about the small if somewhat roundish boy, looking alone and a little frightened. Harry's mouth set into a frown, he didn't like seeing people alone. He slowed his trolley down until it stopped.
"Well, you can kind of see the scar." Ron pointed out a little weakly, wondering now if he'd seen it after all. He pulled his own cart to a stop as well when Harry did. Ron tended to follow Harry's lead in a lot of things, though he was the driving force in their friendship his share of the time as well.
He didn't question as Harry parked the trolley and darted back to the smaller boy they had passed, hot on his heels. Just before they reached him, a bushy-haired girl about their age reached him first, asking him what was wrong.
"I lost my toad - I need to find him, he's important. He's-" the boy babbled, and the girl sighed, crossing her arms.
"I'll help you find him. What did he look like?" before the boy could answer, she turned to Ron and Harry, who were watching the exchange quietly. "You two! You haven't seen a toad anywhere, have you?"
"Can't say we have." Ron answered honestly.
"But we'd be happy to help you look. I'm Harry Potter, this is my best mate, Ron Weasley." Ron raised his hand in hullo when Harry introduced him.
"I'm Hermione Granger." the bushy-haired girl said, looking to the smallest boy there once more. He seemed to shrink a little when all eyes turned to him, uncomfortable with the attention.
"...Longbottom. Neville Longbottom." he squeaked, and sure enough, from this close, Harry could see the scar, too.
"The Boy Who Lived... must be awful." Harry remarked with the embarrassing honesty of his age. "Come on, let's go find your toad."