harry100
May 1999
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Harry and Hermione
Challenge(optional): Hero
Rating: PG
Notes: Telling the story of post-war Harry and Hermione (& company) in 100 word chunks. Not chronological, but in order. Hope and healing, surprises. It's not over, it never really is.
This mostly takes place in a verse that ladybirdington and I are working on. I may rearrange these instead of doing the prompts in order, but we'll see. For the harry100 community on IJ. (Not that 100 of these are going to happen.)
Harry has Hermione slung over a shoulder, climbing up rickety stairs to her flat. It's three in the morning, so naturally Luna's outside smoking, grinning at Hermione pinching Harry's butt.
He puts her to bed, demanding an explanation in the morning. She giggles and goes to pat his cheek in thanks and it ends up more like a slap, so he leaves, but not before getting her water and a hangover potion.
Outside, Luna is waiting. “Always the hero,” she says, and offers him her smoke. He deserves it. He spends the rest of the night on Hermione's sofa.
November 1998 / Diagon Alley
They look around Hermione's newly painted and furnished flat. She'd done it all by herself. Ron gets two beers, his favorite, from her icebox. Harry takes one.
“Grimmauld is free rent,” Ron finally protests.
“I have a job, Ronald,” her nose is in the air. Harry sits and the new leather squeaks. He wants her in the old house too, the house she helped put back together, so he can see that she's safe all the time, not lonely. She is full of pride for this place though, this tiny flat above the Diagon bakery. He's proud too.
January 1999 / Expelliarmus
Ron is a Cannon now and Grimmauld is too quiet at night. His dreams have been increasingly odd, and he wakes up sometimes in different rooms with things broken around him. Luna calls them “lucid.” She wants to watch and he oddly finds it easier to go to sleep when she's there, watching.
He wakes up to a crash and manic giggling. Luna is in the armchair across from him still, looking amazed, and he finds that he's already standing.
“You just disarmed the window,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Did you know that you could do wandless magic?”
October 1999 / Halloween
A dementor and a Death Eater walk into Luna's flat. It's like the beginning of a bad joke. Hermione shrieks when he grips her hand too hard.
It's barely a year after. After...
He hears yelling and it's him, and his fist is connecting with masked faces. People cry out and Ron drags Harry away, out the door, into Hermione's flat.
There are no reprimands, just liquor and uncomfortable glances. In the flat next door, Dean and Seamus refuse to let Luna heal them, and the party is clearly over. “I told you it was too soon,” Dean says.
May 1999 / Inevitable
Harry is waiting for Hermione to wake up, pacing, unsettled. He'd failed as a friend - what had made her feel the need to get pissed with Charlie, not even call on him first?
He goes downstairs to the bakery, wondering if she's going to want something sugary and greasy like he always does. He spends too much money. They love him here. (They love him everywhere, really).
On the counter, there is a daily calendar that has not been changed since yesterday. The flowers and vines grow around the word May, and Mother's Day strikes him in the gut.
May 1998 / Sunset
“Harry, don't blame yourself.”
Behind the Burrow, after the funeral. The sun sets. Harry doesn't blame himself.
“You did what you had to do-”
Where is his cloak?
“Don't you get tired of trying to comfort yourself?”
Ginny looks like she's been slapped.
“I will bear these sacrifices forever, and you'll never have your brother back. There's no comfort in that.”
Her fists clench, unclench. This is irreparable. She stalks off.
“You'll never not blame me,” he says after her. “And that's okay.”
She keeps walking. She knows he loves her. It's not enough.
July 1998 / Nox
Lily loved Sirius. They're all dead, so he'll never know the details, the how. But. The letters, in Sirius' room.
You are so full of life and such an asshole.
He laughs, tries to cast a preservation charm to find that Sirius already had.
He doesn't blame her. Even haunted, his eyes darker than nox, trapped in a dog in a house in hell in prison, Sirius had that life.
Lily's love is nothing to scoff at. It kept him alive. He decides to live, in return (thanks), and everything around him is too dark suddenly. He opens a window.
January 1999 / Room of Requirement
“You were dreaming of the diadem?”
He doesn't ask how she knows, what he said, instead sits heavily on the bed.
“You said, 'give me the diadem,' and then shouted 'expelliarmus,' and the window broke.” Luna explains, coming to sit beside him. “You may want to address this before you start sleeping with someone.”
He rounds on her, surprised and then amused. He laughs at the idea of hexing some sleeping girl. As if he'd have the chance.
But then they fall asleep laughing, and she's there in the morning, and he supposes he slept with someone.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Harry and Hermione
Challenge(optional): Hero
Rating: PG
Notes: Telling the story of post-war Harry and Hermione (& company) in 100 word chunks. Not chronological, but in order. Hope and healing, surprises. It's not over, it never really is.
This mostly takes place in a verse that ladybirdington and I are working on. I may rearrange these instead of doing the prompts in order, but we'll see. For the harry100 community on IJ. (Not that 100 of these are going to happen.)
Harry has Hermione slung over a shoulder, climbing up rickety stairs to her flat. It's three in the morning, so naturally Luna's outside smoking, grinning at Hermione pinching Harry's butt.
He puts her to bed, demanding an explanation in the morning. She giggles and goes to pat his cheek in thanks and it ends up more like a slap, so he leaves, but not before getting her water and a hangover potion.
Outside, Luna is waiting. “Always the hero,” she says, and offers him her smoke. He deserves it. He spends the rest of the night on Hermione's sofa.
November 1998 / Diagon Alley
They look around Hermione's newly painted and furnished flat. She'd done it all by herself. Ron gets two beers, his favorite, from her icebox. Harry takes one.
“Grimmauld is free rent,” Ron finally protests.
“I have a job, Ronald,” her nose is in the air. Harry sits and the new leather squeaks. He wants her in the old house too, the house she helped put back together, so he can see that she's safe all the time, not lonely. She is full of pride for this place though, this tiny flat above the Diagon bakery. He's proud too.
January 1999 / Expelliarmus
Ron is a Cannon now and Grimmauld is too quiet at night. His dreams have been increasingly odd, and he wakes up sometimes in different rooms with things broken around him. Luna calls them “lucid.” She wants to watch and he oddly finds it easier to go to sleep when she's there, watching.
He wakes up to a crash and manic giggling. Luna is in the armchair across from him still, looking amazed, and he finds that he's already standing.
“You just disarmed the window,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Did you know that you could do wandless magic?”
October 1999 / Halloween
A dementor and a Death Eater walk into Luna's flat. It's like the beginning of a bad joke. Hermione shrieks when he grips her hand too hard.
It's barely a year after. After...
He hears yelling and it's him, and his fist is connecting with masked faces. People cry out and Ron drags Harry away, out the door, into Hermione's flat.
There are no reprimands, just liquor and uncomfortable glances. In the flat next door, Dean and Seamus refuse to let Luna heal them, and the party is clearly over. “I told you it was too soon,” Dean says.
May 1999 / Inevitable
Harry is waiting for Hermione to wake up, pacing, unsettled. He'd failed as a friend - what had made her feel the need to get pissed with Charlie, not even call on him first?
He goes downstairs to the bakery, wondering if she's going to want something sugary and greasy like he always does. He spends too much money. They love him here. (They love him everywhere, really).
On the counter, there is a daily calendar that has not been changed since yesterday. The flowers and vines grow around the word May, and Mother's Day strikes him in the gut.
May 1998 / Sunset
“Harry, don't blame yourself.”
Behind the Burrow, after the funeral. The sun sets. Harry doesn't blame himself.
“You did what you had to do-”
Where is his cloak?
“Don't you get tired of trying to comfort yourself?”
Ginny looks like she's been slapped.
“I will bear these sacrifices forever, and you'll never have your brother back. There's no comfort in that.”
Her fists clench, unclench. This is irreparable. She stalks off.
“You'll never not blame me,” he says after her. “And that's okay.”
She keeps walking. She knows he loves her. It's not enough.
July 1998 / Nox
Lily loved Sirius. They're all dead, so he'll never know the details, the how. But. The letters, in Sirius' room.
You are so full of life and such an asshole.
He laughs, tries to cast a preservation charm to find that Sirius already had.
He doesn't blame her. Even haunted, his eyes darker than nox, trapped in a dog in a house in hell in prison, Sirius had that life.
Lily's love is nothing to scoff at. It kept him alive. He decides to live, in return (thanks), and everything around him is too dark suddenly. He opens a window.
January 1999 / Room of Requirement
“You were dreaming of the diadem?”
He doesn't ask how she knows, what he said, instead sits heavily on the bed.
“You said, 'give me the diadem,' and then shouted 'expelliarmus,' and the window broke.” Luna explains, coming to sit beside him. “You may want to address this before you start sleeping with someone.”
He rounds on her, surprised and then amused. He laughs at the idea of hexing some sleeping girl. As if he'd have the chance.
But then they fall asleep laughing, and she's there in the morning, and he supposes he slept with someone.