Two Snitch-Brained Idiots
Shock! Horror! I actually wrote a Harry Potter fic staring Harry Potter. He's never made even a cameo appearance in a fic of mine before. Anyway, here goes.
Title: Two Snitch-Brained Idiots
Rating: PG
Length: Approx 1,500
Summary: After their argument and in light of Sarah’s revelation, Harry heads out to have some time alone. However, Ron is not far behind.
Warnings: Other than it being AU, none.
Author’s Notes: Written for omniocular’s AU challenge, prompt 37: Harry has a sister who is the Girl Who Lived.
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From his spot underneath a tree, Harry watched Ron emerge from around the side of the Burrow. The strong northerly wind that was so carelessly disrupting the summer’s day caused Ron’s hair to billow wildly around his head. That same wind caused Harry to shiver. The sun was setting and the air around him cooling down but he was not ready to go back inside yet and face the many people who had been downstairs listening and were probably now dead set against him. Ron’s presence he could tolerate, but Harry still did not feeling like talking to him or facing anyone else.
Ron sat down next to Harry wordlessly and they sat in silence together for a few moments before Ron spoke. “I thought Neville was going to try and deck you.”
Harry thought he probably deserved it after what he had said.
“Then again, he could just be waiting until his birthday and then curse you then,” Ron added.
Harry did not bite and Ron quietened down for a minute before speaking again.
“That was one hell of an argument you two had.”
It was one hell of a fight; six years of pent up resentment all flowing out at once. It was all out there now, every mean and jealous thought he had ever possessed about her had yelled in her face at full volume whether those thoughts were valid or not. The repercussions were present in the scowls of Hermione and Neville who had both glared at him as he had entered the kitchen afterwards. He had been forced to escape outside.
“What did you hear?” Harry asked, wondering where he stood with Ron.
“Some stuff about you being a Snitch-brained idiot,” Ron replied. “I think that’s really harsh on her part. We do think of other things than Quidditch.”
“Yeah. Like food and girls,” Harry answered dejectedly. Unfairness of it all was that Sarah had a point, maybe if he hadn’t been so single minded.
Ron looked at him. “We’re much more complex than that. Otherwise we wouldn’t be here would we.”
Harry didn’t think so. Six years at Hogwarts and all he could show for it was winning the House Quidditch championship three times. Sarah had spent the past six years doing so much more. She had found the Philosopher’s Stone when Harry and Ron had been too busy looking for the location of the kitchens. She had been the Hogwarts champion when Harry had spent the entire year sulking because Quidditch had been cancelled. She had found out the truth about Sirius Black and freed him while he had been sleeping. It was her who had rescued Ginny from the Chamber of Secrets. It was her who had led them all to the Department of Mysteries. Of them all it was her alone that who had witness Dumbledore’s death and chased Snape out into the night. It was her who reappeared in the Hospital Ward hand in hand with Neville, morose and even more distant to Harry then she had been before. She had become so closed ever since, only talking about things with Hermione, Neville and Ginny.
He was her twin brother, the only family she had and yet she did not think enough of him to share with him anything more than small talk and idle chatter. With all the secrets she was keeping from him, their fight was inevitable.
No, it was not the distance that had caused it. Their fight had been brewing for much longer than that. Ever since Hagrid had burst down the door and announced that Sarah Potter was the Girl Who Lived, from their first trip to Diagon Alley when everyone had stared at her scar and ignored him. She was the only person to have ever survived the killing curse. She was the one Dumbledore had favoured. She was the one the wizarding World looked too, that the papers called the Chosen One.
She was the one that Voldemort had come for, not him. And she was the one their mother had died for. Not him. That was what he had been thinking about for so many months now, how if she hand been the chosen one, the saviour of the world, then maybe he would still have his parents. That was what he had yelled and that was why everyone but Ron had disgusted looks on their faces.
If they heard then Ron must have heard. He just did not care, or he forgave him.
While Sarah was off being Sarah Potter, the Girl Who Lived, he, well he was Harry. He had started Hogwarts as the boy that happened to have been in the same room while she survived the killing curse and too young to remember anything about it. What he became was the youngest Hogwarts Quidditch player in a century. He practiced long and hard and was now one of the greatest Seekers Gryffindor house had ever harboured. There was talk of a professional career waiting for him as soon as he left school. He was good at Quidditch and popular because of it and that was why he thought she had hated him. But it was not that.
It was because it could have been him with the scar on his forehead. There was a prophecy and it did not mention her by name. It could have been him. She had not told him that until today.
“If Ginny told you that you had to stay way from her for your own protection, would you?” Harry asked Ron.
“No,” Ron replied. “I’m her big brother.”
Harry was Sarah’s big brother and so far he had never managed to protect her. She did it all herself.
“But what if she was right? I mean, what if the reason for you to keep away was a good one.”
He was the only family she had. As much as she resented him, she could not stand to lose him. Sarah had made that perfectly clear.
She was the only family he had and as much as he resented her, he could not stand to lose her. He had tried to make that clear.
Ron took a moment to reply. “I dunno what’s going on with you two. But I do know I would never want to stop trying to protect her. Even if I was completely awful at it,” he finally said.
They sat there for a few moments more.
“What is going on?” Ron asked. “My sister’s involved in this as well. I have a right to know.”
Harry looked at him. Ron had that same expression on his face he had the night Ginny had been taken into the Chamber of Secrets. That look of hopelessness that came with knowing that someone you loved was in grave danger and you had no idea how to save them. All you could do was wish that the fates had chosen you instead.
“Sarah actually is the Chosen One,” Harry said. “She has to kill Voldemort.”
Ron nodded.
Except Harry did not wish the fates had chose him instead. He had seen how she had screamed in when she had emerged from the maze clutching Cedric’s body and how pained she had been at Dumbledore’s funeral. He saw the anguish in her eyes and he could only imagine the burden of having the future of everyone on her shoulders. He felt lucky and he was sure that she could tell.
“I told her that I would give anything to be in her place…But I don’t think I really meant it,” Harry confessed.
Ron sighed and got up.
“Look, you know what you need?” he said, now wearing a hopeful smile. “A one on one game of Quidditch.”
It was that suggestion which got the whole argument started in the first place. “Ron, I really don’t think that’s going to solve any of our problems.”
“We can’t solve any of our problems,” Ron replied, grabbing Harry’s hand and giving him a forceful yank to his feet. “There’s a war which your sister has to win and my sister wants to help and they both think we’re bloody idiots and won’t let us help. And, as you just proved, no matter how much we yell about the unfairness of it, they still aren’t going to let us help. We might as well have some fun rather than mope about it all the time.”
Harry just looked at him.
“Sod Hermione and Neville. What do they know? They’re only children. You love Sarah and I reckon she knows that. And she must like you, otherwise she wouldn’t want you to stay away,” Ron continued.
Harry made a small smile. “I think you might be right.”
“Of course I am. I may be a Snitch-brained idiot, but I’m a Snitch-brained idiot with a lot of siblings who all happen to think I’m a bit of a loser. Dealing with this sort of stuff is one of the things I’m good at.”
Harry’s smile enlarged as he started walking towards the garden shed. “We’d better be quick then. It’s getting dark.”
Title: Two Snitch-Brained Idiots
Rating: PG
Length: Approx 1,500
Summary: After their argument and in light of Sarah’s revelation, Harry heads out to have some time alone. However, Ron is not far behind.
Warnings: Other than it being AU, none.
Author’s Notes: Written for omniocular’s AU challenge, prompt 37: Harry has a sister who is the Girl Who Lived.
~*~*~*~
From his spot underneath a tree, Harry watched Ron emerge from around the side of the Burrow. The strong northerly wind that was so carelessly disrupting the summer’s day caused Ron’s hair to billow wildly around his head. That same wind caused Harry to shiver. The sun was setting and the air around him cooling down but he was not ready to go back inside yet and face the many people who had been downstairs listening and were probably now dead set against him. Ron’s presence he could tolerate, but Harry still did not feeling like talking to him or facing anyone else.
Ron sat down next to Harry wordlessly and they sat in silence together for a few moments before Ron spoke. “I thought Neville was going to try and deck you.”
Harry thought he probably deserved it after what he had said.
“Then again, he could just be waiting until his birthday and then curse you then,” Ron added.
Harry did not bite and Ron quietened down for a minute before speaking again.
“That was one hell of an argument you two had.”
It was one hell of a fight; six years of pent up resentment all flowing out at once. It was all out there now, every mean and jealous thought he had ever possessed about her had yelled in her face at full volume whether those thoughts were valid or not. The repercussions were present in the scowls of Hermione and Neville who had both glared at him as he had entered the kitchen afterwards. He had been forced to escape outside.
“What did you hear?” Harry asked, wondering where he stood with Ron.
“Some stuff about you being a Snitch-brained idiot,” Ron replied. “I think that’s really harsh on her part. We do think of other things than Quidditch.”
“Yeah. Like food and girls,” Harry answered dejectedly. Unfairness of it all was that Sarah had a point, maybe if he hadn’t been so single minded.
Ron looked at him. “We’re much more complex than that. Otherwise we wouldn’t be here would we.”
Harry didn’t think so. Six years at Hogwarts and all he could show for it was winning the House Quidditch championship three times. Sarah had spent the past six years doing so much more. She had found the Philosopher’s Stone when Harry and Ron had been too busy looking for the location of the kitchens. She had been the Hogwarts champion when Harry had spent the entire year sulking because Quidditch had been cancelled. She had found out the truth about Sirius Black and freed him while he had been sleeping. It was her who had rescued Ginny from the Chamber of Secrets. It was her who had led them all to the Department of Mysteries. Of them all it was her alone that who had witness Dumbledore’s death and chased Snape out into the night. It was her who reappeared in the Hospital Ward hand in hand with Neville, morose and even more distant to Harry then she had been before. She had become so closed ever since, only talking about things with Hermione, Neville and Ginny.
He was her twin brother, the only family she had and yet she did not think enough of him to share with him anything more than small talk and idle chatter. With all the secrets she was keeping from him, their fight was inevitable.
No, it was not the distance that had caused it. Their fight had been brewing for much longer than that. Ever since Hagrid had burst down the door and announced that Sarah Potter was the Girl Who Lived, from their first trip to Diagon Alley when everyone had stared at her scar and ignored him. She was the only person to have ever survived the killing curse. She was the one Dumbledore had favoured. She was the one the wizarding World looked too, that the papers called the Chosen One.
She was the one that Voldemort had come for, not him. And she was the one their mother had died for. Not him. That was what he had been thinking about for so many months now, how if she hand been the chosen one, the saviour of the world, then maybe he would still have his parents. That was what he had yelled and that was why everyone but Ron had disgusted looks on their faces.
If they heard then Ron must have heard. He just did not care, or he forgave him.
While Sarah was off being Sarah Potter, the Girl Who Lived, he, well he was Harry. He had started Hogwarts as the boy that happened to have been in the same room while she survived the killing curse and too young to remember anything about it. What he became was the youngest Hogwarts Quidditch player in a century. He practiced long and hard and was now one of the greatest Seekers Gryffindor house had ever harboured. There was talk of a professional career waiting for him as soon as he left school. He was good at Quidditch and popular because of it and that was why he thought she had hated him. But it was not that.
It was because it could have been him with the scar on his forehead. There was a prophecy and it did not mention her by name. It could have been him. She had not told him that until today.
“If Ginny told you that you had to stay way from her for your own protection, would you?” Harry asked Ron.
“No,” Ron replied. “I’m her big brother.”
Harry was Sarah’s big brother and so far he had never managed to protect her. She did it all herself.
“But what if she was right? I mean, what if the reason for you to keep away was a good one.”
He was the only family she had. As much as she resented him, she could not stand to lose him. Sarah had made that perfectly clear.
She was the only family he had and as much as he resented her, he could not stand to lose her. He had tried to make that clear.
Ron took a moment to reply. “I dunno what’s going on with you two. But I do know I would never want to stop trying to protect her. Even if I was completely awful at it,” he finally said.
They sat there for a few moments more.
“What is going on?” Ron asked. “My sister’s involved in this as well. I have a right to know.”
Harry looked at him. Ron had that same expression on his face he had the night Ginny had been taken into the Chamber of Secrets. That look of hopelessness that came with knowing that someone you loved was in grave danger and you had no idea how to save them. All you could do was wish that the fates had chosen you instead.
“Sarah actually is the Chosen One,” Harry said. “She has to kill Voldemort.”
Ron nodded.
Except Harry did not wish the fates had chose him instead. He had seen how she had screamed in when she had emerged from the maze clutching Cedric’s body and how pained she had been at Dumbledore’s funeral. He saw the anguish in her eyes and he could only imagine the burden of having the future of everyone on her shoulders. He felt lucky and he was sure that she could tell.
“I told her that I would give anything to be in her place…But I don’t think I really meant it,” Harry confessed.
Ron sighed and got up.
“Look, you know what you need?” he said, now wearing a hopeful smile. “A one on one game of Quidditch.”
It was that suggestion which got the whole argument started in the first place. “Ron, I really don’t think that’s going to solve any of our problems.”
“We can’t solve any of our problems,” Ron replied, grabbing Harry’s hand and giving him a forceful yank to his feet. “There’s a war which your sister has to win and my sister wants to help and they both think we’re bloody idiots and won’t let us help. And, as you just proved, no matter how much we yell about the unfairness of it, they still aren’t going to let us help. We might as well have some fun rather than mope about it all the time.”
Harry just looked at him.
“Sod Hermione and Neville. What do they know? They’re only children. You love Sarah and I reckon she knows that. And she must like you, otherwise she wouldn’t want you to stay away,” Ron continued.
Harry made a small smile. “I think you might be right.”
“Of course I am. I may be a Snitch-brained idiot, but I’m a Snitch-brained idiot with a lot of siblings who all happen to think I’m a bit of a loser. Dealing with this sort of stuff is one of the things I’m good at.”
Harry’s smile enlarged as he started walking towards the garden shed. “We’d better be quick then. It’s getting dark.”