From the PUSH ME meme - for snapealina
TITLE: Never Too Late
AUTHOR: lar_laughs
FANDOM: Harry Potter/Glee crossover
CHARACTERS: Hagrid, Brittany
PROMPT: Once upon a time, I asked for prompts. It was in May, I think. So I have a horrible turnover time these days. *grins*
For the PUSH ME meme, snapealina asked for:
1. Harry Potter/Glee
2. Hagrid/Brittany
3. Brittany never got her letter at 11, but they have now found out she's a witch. Hagrid is put to the task of telling her and bringing her to Hogwarts (like he did with Harry)
4. Microwave oven
I also included Ho, ho, ho. Green Giant so I could use it for the GREEN prompt at 5_prompts
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 826
SUMMARY: Hagrid has to think of a way to get Brittany to Hogwarts.
WARNINGS: I've got some crack going on here!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of, nor do I make any money from the Harry Potter franchise. I merely dabble in the shadows of the world of JK Rowling created. I also don't write for Glee nor do I get any money for coming up with things of this nature.
The microwave dinged, letting everyone in the room know that the popcorn was done. Hagrid had watched in fascination as the bag inside the tiny machine had gotten bigger as the seconds had ticked down but he quickly forgot his first fascination as his hostess took the treat out. Steam came off the bag and he wondered how it had gotten so hot. Perhaps, when he’d had his say, he’d ask her what kind of magic she’d used.
Brittany, a tall blonde girl with incredibly straight teeth and a vacant gaze, poured the popcorn from the bag to another bowl. It seemed a waste but he wasn’t going to tell her how to run her household.
“So you’re telling me I’m not getting all my mail?”
Hagrid cleared his throat, wondering if it was polite to ask for another cup of tea. This one, given to him in a small mug that bore a picture of a cat doing a strange stretch that he had never seen any cat do before, had been finished almost as soon as he had begun drinking.
“I don’t know how it missed you. Do you remember seeing bunches of owls around your eleventh birthday?”
“Owls? No. Wait... that would be about the time the next door neighbors got their BB guns. That would explain some of their excitement over our backyard.”
This explanation caused Hagrid’s stomach to turn. He hated to think of so many owl lives being ended in such a way. If he’d done his duty, they could have sent less owls and saved their lives.
“You should’a got a letter inviting you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It didn’t come so you’re a few years behind in your training.”
“Training? No, wait. That’s not the part I should be confused about, is it? You’re telling me I was invited to be a witch? I don’t have any warts.”
“Warts?”
She tilted her head to the side as if he might look different to her from this new perspective. “Witches have warts. I’d rather not have warts. My mom just spent hundreds of dollars so that my skin would stay this smooth and soft. Besides, this is my year. I think I can get a few solos and give Rachel a run for her position as main diva of the glee club.”
“Glee club?”
“It’s a group at school. We sing and dance.”
“Sing and dance? Waste of time, this school of yours. We’ll teach you magic.”
She looked offended, the first emotion he’d seen on her face since arriving here. “It’s not a waste of time. For your information, I’m going to get myself to Broadway. And who are you to judge me? The Jolly Green Giant?”
“Giant? I’m not a giant.” Fear filled his stomach so that not even the smell of the hot popcorn could tempt him. “Who told you I was a giant?”
“Uh, my eyes told me? You had to scrunch down to get into my house.” She had him there. It was always hardest to fool people when he had to use a door. These American doors were just as hard as get through as many of the English ones. “That makes you a giant.”
“I’m not a giant.” He tried again but saw that it was a loosing battle. Instead of listening to him, she stood up and began to gyrate about the room singing Ho, ho, ho. Green Giant as if it was a special chant. “And witches don’t have to have warts if they don’t want one. Personally, I think it’s becoming for a witch to have a well-placed wart.”
She stared at him again with that way she had. Her hair captured the light from the lamp on the ceiling so that it sparkled with each movement. “What do you mean, they don’t have to have a wart if they don’t want one?”
“Magic.” He shrugged, unable to explain himself. Too bad he hadn’t listened better in class. “If you know magic, you can do almost anything.”
“Really?” She considered him for a moment before. “I think I’d like to know more about this magic. What do I have to do?”
“You’re behind. You’ll have to work extra hard.”
“I’m not afraid of hard work. How do you think I made it on to the Cheerios my freshman year? My good looks?” She started to laugh, somewhat hysterically, as she brought her hair over her shoulders. “Once I set my mind to something, I can do almost anything. Even the splits.”
He wasn’t sure what she meant by the splits but he was close to getting her to come back to Hogwarts with him. Once she was there, he’d be a step closer to redemption. It always seemed as if he was only a step away. Maybe this would be the last step.
AUTHOR: lar_laughs
FANDOM: Harry Potter/Glee crossover
CHARACTERS: Hagrid, Brittany
PROMPT: Once upon a time, I asked for prompts. It was in May, I think. So I have a horrible turnover time these days. *grins*
For the PUSH ME meme, snapealina asked for:
1. Harry Potter/Glee
2. Hagrid/Brittany
3. Brittany never got her letter at 11, but they have now found out she's a witch. Hagrid is put to the task of telling her and bringing her to Hogwarts (like he did with Harry)
4. Microwave oven
I also included Ho, ho, ho. Green Giant so I could use it for the GREEN prompt at 5_prompts
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 826
SUMMARY: Hagrid has to think of a way to get Brittany to Hogwarts.
WARNINGS: I've got some crack going on here!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any part of, nor do I make any money from the Harry Potter franchise. I merely dabble in the shadows of the world of JK Rowling created. I also don't write for Glee nor do I get any money for coming up with things of this nature.
The microwave dinged, letting everyone in the room know that the popcorn was done. Hagrid had watched in fascination as the bag inside the tiny machine had gotten bigger as the seconds had ticked down but he quickly forgot his first fascination as his hostess took the treat out. Steam came off the bag and he wondered how it had gotten so hot. Perhaps, when he’d had his say, he’d ask her what kind of magic she’d used.
Brittany, a tall blonde girl with incredibly straight teeth and a vacant gaze, poured the popcorn from the bag to another bowl. It seemed a waste but he wasn’t going to tell her how to run her household.
“So you’re telling me I’m not getting all my mail?”
Hagrid cleared his throat, wondering if it was polite to ask for another cup of tea. This one, given to him in a small mug that bore a picture of a cat doing a strange stretch that he had never seen any cat do before, had been finished almost as soon as he had begun drinking.
“I don’t know how it missed you. Do you remember seeing bunches of owls around your eleventh birthday?”
“Owls? No. Wait... that would be about the time the next door neighbors got their BB guns. That would explain some of their excitement over our backyard.”
This explanation caused Hagrid’s stomach to turn. He hated to think of so many owl lives being ended in such a way. If he’d done his duty, they could have sent less owls and saved their lives.
“You should’a got a letter inviting you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It didn’t come so you’re a few years behind in your training.”
“Training? No, wait. That’s not the part I should be confused about, is it? You’re telling me I was invited to be a witch? I don’t have any warts.”
“Warts?”
She tilted her head to the side as if he might look different to her from this new perspective. “Witches have warts. I’d rather not have warts. My mom just spent hundreds of dollars so that my skin would stay this smooth and soft. Besides, this is my year. I think I can get a few solos and give Rachel a run for her position as main diva of the glee club.”
“Glee club?”
“It’s a group at school. We sing and dance.”
“Sing and dance? Waste of time, this school of yours. We’ll teach you magic.”
She looked offended, the first emotion he’d seen on her face since arriving here. “It’s not a waste of time. For your information, I’m going to get myself to Broadway. And who are you to judge me? The Jolly Green Giant?”
“Giant? I’m not a giant.” Fear filled his stomach so that not even the smell of the hot popcorn could tempt him. “Who told you I was a giant?”
“Uh, my eyes told me? You had to scrunch down to get into my house.” She had him there. It was always hardest to fool people when he had to use a door. These American doors were just as hard as get through as many of the English ones. “That makes you a giant.”
“I’m not a giant.” He tried again but saw that it was a loosing battle. Instead of listening to him, she stood up and began to gyrate about the room singing Ho, ho, ho. Green Giant as if it was a special chant. “And witches don’t have to have warts if they don’t want one. Personally, I think it’s becoming for a witch to have a well-placed wart.”
She stared at him again with that way she had. Her hair captured the light from the lamp on the ceiling so that it sparkled with each movement. “What do you mean, they don’t have to have a wart if they don’t want one?”
“Magic.” He shrugged, unable to explain himself. Too bad he hadn’t listened better in class. “If you know magic, you can do almost anything.”
“Really?” She considered him for a moment before. “I think I’d like to know more about this magic. What do I have to do?”
“You’re behind. You’ll have to work extra hard.”
“I’m not afraid of hard work. How do you think I made it on to the Cheerios my freshman year? My good looks?” She started to laugh, somewhat hysterically, as she brought her hair over her shoulders. “Once I set my mind to something, I can do almost anything. Even the splits.”
He wasn’t sure what she meant by the splits but he was close to getting her to come back to Hogwarts with him. Once she was there, he’d be a step closer to redemption. It always seemed as if he was only a step away. Maybe this would be the last step.