Living in Hell: Dumbledore's Army
Title: Living in Hell: Dumbledore's Army
Characters/Pairings: Neville L., Michael C., Ginny W., Terry B., Luna L., etc . . .
Length: In progress
Rating: T for strong language
Summary: For Kore-of-Myth's "Shuffle" Challenge on Harry Potter FanFiction Challenges A drabble series about the members of Dumbledore's Army, as they live through the Carrows and Snape.
Author's Notes: The "Shuffle" Challenge: I went to my iTunes music player and put it on the ‘shuffle’ function. What came out were the following drabble pieces, inspired by the first five songs that came out. Each piece was written as the songs played. They are very rough, but they are meant to be rough.
These are not songfics, just writings inspired by the songs and the lyrics that played as I wrote.
Unbeta'd.
Living in Hell
Part Three
I.
Whole Lotta Love
Led Zeppelin
Parvati Patil and Terry Boot
Once again, Parvati finds herself in the company of Terry Boot. They had just charmed a whole row of suits of armor on the third floor, in the corridor of the now-named Dark Arts classroom.
The suits were clanging about, singing very loudly, “Harry Potter - by far the best Chosen One the world’s ever seen!” It had been Terry’s idea, of course . . .
Great big football prat that he is.
He’s standing very close to Parvati now, and despite not wanting to let him get to her, because he can be such a prat, she can’t help but look right into his eyes. Right into his face.
It’s the first time in so many months, since after Christmas, that he doesn’t seem to be hurting as much. He’s allowing himself to smile, to laugh a little with Michael and Anthony and her-
And she never realized that when they did flirt at the beginning of September and all throughout October, until they received word about his parents’ death, that she was so drawn to his smile.
“Wh- . . . what?” he pants-
It’s all he can say before she leans forward and kisses him softly on his lips. When she looks back up at him, Terry grins at her lopsidedly and cups her cheek, moving in closer for a longer one.
II.
Yellow
Coldplay
Anthony Goldstein and Lavender Brown
Anthony should really stop this. It’s not him that Lavender Brown loves; it is Seamus Finnigan and that is that.
But he’s determined to have a friendship with her, and to help her out when absolutely necessary - even if it makes his chest hurt to watch her and Seamus together and kiss and it renders him dizzy to stand so close to her in the hallways. To even just talk to her and laugh at her jokes and her sometimes randy sense of humor.
“Anthony,” she whispers. “Stand right here!” She pulls him close to her.
“What?” he speaks in a low, hushed tone.
“Carrow!” Her voice is a harsh and strident whisper. “Don’t want him to see me.”
“Is he . . . ” Anthony can barely talk, his rage growing. “Well, has he tried hurting you?”
“No, no.” Lavender shuts her eyes. “But I don’t like the way he looks at girls. At me, sometimes.” She looks directly at Anthony and he starts at her powerful eyes. “He’s that type, y’know?”
“That type?”
“The type who would think nothing about taking what wasn’t his.”
Images - horrific, terrible, unimaginable images - flash through Anthony’s head, and grasps Lavender firmly about her shoulders. Far harder than he intended to.
“Over my dead body.” His eyes roam all over her face. “And that goes for him even going near any girl!”
Lavender blinks in surprise at Anthony’s sudden shift in tone and demeanor.
“I’d never let anyone hurt you.” Anthony doesn’t mean to say it but he does, and he continues to stand between Lavender and Carrow as Lavender blushes.
III.
Half a World Away
R.E.M.
Michael Corner and Terry Boot
“How are y’ doin’, mate?” Michael grasps Terry’s outstretched hand and they give each other a friendly handshake as only two teenage boys can do.
Terry sighs - he always sighs now. “Better . . . every day . . .”
“Better?”
Terry nods but his chin gives away. “I miss them, Mike.”
Michael watches as Terry’s face trembles. His friend’s head falls down and he presses the heel of his palms into his eyes. “I miss my mum and dad.” Terry shakes his head and he is crying and gasping in huge breaths. “I’m almost eighteen and I can’t stop fucking crying about them. And I miss them and all I can think about is when will I be able to see them again. I can’t stop thinking about them, Mike.” Terry looks at his friend - his brother - his right arm (as Anthony Goldstein’s his left) and he’s pouring his heart out to him.
Michael wipes at his face; He can hardly handle hearing Terry talk about meeting and seeing his parents again because that would mean-
“T-Terry,” Michael puts his hand on his shoulder. “Don’t think like that. Your mum and dad want you here, with us. Fighting and living. You’ll see them again, mate. But stay here. With us-”
“We need you here, Terry.”
Michael senses movement next to him. Anthony Goldstein sits down beside Michael and they stay with Terry, letting him cry.
IV.
Heart Shaped Box
Nirvana
Luna Lovegood
“Come here, blood-traitor!” Vincent Crabbe’s voice echoes in the hallways. Luna presses her wand to her throat and utters a funny little Ventriloquism Charm that her father taught her when she was five. It was a favorite of hers and her mother’s and they would use it when they played in the fields and meadows around their house together.
She knows her mother would be very proud of her using it now against this very bad boy. Luna keeps hold on the little first-year Hufflepuff that she had just rescued from attack.
“No, I don’t think I’ll come out, Vincent!”
“Hey! Wait! I never said you could call me that,” the bad boy complains. He turns the opposite direction where Luna and the small girl are, as he just heard her voice down that way.
“Vincent, you’re nowhere close to us.” Luna makes her voice fall away, as if she’s moving down another corridor.
Vincent takes off in a run. “I’ll get you, you fucking bitch!”
Luna doesn’t step out from behind the tapestry until she can’t see Vincent anymore. She smiles at the girl, who is shaking and scared.
“You should go see Madam Pomfrey, Alice.”
The girl makes no moves.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be with you the whole time.” Luna continues to smile at the girl until she is ready to move and Luna never takes her hand off of her shoulder but she keenly observes everything around her and leaves her wand out.
V.
Love Don’t Live Here Anymore
Madonna
Padma Patil
Padma throws her books against the wall of the dormitory. Hard.
Harder than she’s ever thrown anything in her life. And she yells when it does nothing to the walls.
“FUCK!”
She’s breathing in huge gasps. She’s alone; no one can hear her cursing or swearing or beating all this shit up-
She has to destroy things. She’s at her wits end. Hogwarts . . . the Hogwarts she’s loved and lived in for so long is gone and she hates what it’s become. A playground for Snape and the Carrows to toy with and torture them.
She grabs her curtains hanging around her bed and rips them away with a violent force. She shoots curses at her pillows, feathers exploding everywhere, making it look like it’s snowing. But all Padma feels is cold.
“I hate this! I fucking - hate - this!”
She destroys her beddings. She scorches her desk. She goes through her clothes, throwing them into piles on her bed, slashing and swirling and cutting and severing with any spell that comes into her head. Her hair is wild and she wants this breakdown to continue on and on because the war is going on and on and she wants to bloody fucking lose it-
“Padma!” Luna exclaims. Padma suddenly feels herself go completely rigid and she falls to the floor. Luna looks over her very calmly and Padma, despite the fact that she is Petrified, can see Luna pressing her Galleon, asking for help.
Characters/Pairings: Neville L., Michael C., Ginny W., Terry B., Luna L., etc . . .
Length: In progress
Rating: T for strong language
Summary: For Kore-of-Myth's "Shuffle" Challenge on Harry Potter FanFiction Challenges A drabble series about the members of Dumbledore's Army, as they live through the Carrows and Snape.
Author's Notes: The "Shuffle" Challenge: I went to my iTunes music player and put it on the ‘shuffle’ function. What came out were the following drabble pieces, inspired by the first five songs that came out. Each piece was written as the songs played. They are very rough, but they are meant to be rough.
These are not songfics, just writings inspired by the songs and the lyrics that played as I wrote.
Unbeta'd.
Living in Hell
Part Three
I.
Whole Lotta Love
Led Zeppelin
Parvati Patil and Terry Boot
Once again, Parvati finds herself in the company of Terry Boot. They had just charmed a whole row of suits of armor on the third floor, in the corridor of the now-named Dark Arts classroom.
The suits were clanging about, singing very loudly, “Harry Potter - by far the best Chosen One the world’s ever seen!” It had been Terry’s idea, of course . . .
Great big football prat that he is.
He’s standing very close to Parvati now, and despite not wanting to let him get to her, because he can be such a prat, she can’t help but look right into his eyes. Right into his face.
It’s the first time in so many months, since after Christmas, that he doesn’t seem to be hurting as much. He’s allowing himself to smile, to laugh a little with Michael and Anthony and her-
And she never realized that when they did flirt at the beginning of September and all throughout October, until they received word about his parents’ death, that she was so drawn to his smile.
“Wh- . . . what?” he pants-
It’s all he can say before she leans forward and kisses him softly on his lips. When she looks back up at him, Terry grins at her lopsidedly and cups her cheek, moving in closer for a longer one.
II.
Yellow
Coldplay
Anthony Goldstein and Lavender Brown
Anthony should really stop this. It’s not him that Lavender Brown loves; it is Seamus Finnigan and that is that.
But he’s determined to have a friendship with her, and to help her out when absolutely necessary - even if it makes his chest hurt to watch her and Seamus together and kiss and it renders him dizzy to stand so close to her in the hallways. To even just talk to her and laugh at her jokes and her sometimes randy sense of humor.
“Anthony,” she whispers. “Stand right here!” She pulls him close to her.
“What?” he speaks in a low, hushed tone.
“Carrow!” Her voice is a harsh and strident whisper. “Don’t want him to see me.”
“Is he . . . ” Anthony can barely talk, his rage growing. “Well, has he tried hurting you?”
“No, no.” Lavender shuts her eyes. “But I don’t like the way he looks at girls. At me, sometimes.” She looks directly at Anthony and he starts at her powerful eyes. “He’s that type, y’know?”
“That type?”
“The type who would think nothing about taking what wasn’t his.”
Images - horrific, terrible, unimaginable images - flash through Anthony’s head, and grasps Lavender firmly about her shoulders. Far harder than he intended to.
“Over my dead body.” His eyes roam all over her face. “And that goes for him even going near any girl!”
Lavender blinks in surprise at Anthony’s sudden shift in tone and demeanor.
“I’d never let anyone hurt you.” Anthony doesn’t mean to say it but he does, and he continues to stand between Lavender and Carrow as Lavender blushes.
III.
Half a World Away
R.E.M.
Michael Corner and Terry Boot
“How are y’ doin’, mate?” Michael grasps Terry’s outstretched hand and they give each other a friendly handshake as only two teenage boys can do.
Terry sighs - he always sighs now. “Better . . . every day . . .”
“Better?”
Terry nods but his chin gives away. “I miss them, Mike.”
Michael watches as Terry’s face trembles. His friend’s head falls down and he presses the heel of his palms into his eyes. “I miss my mum and dad.” Terry shakes his head and he is crying and gasping in huge breaths. “I’m almost eighteen and I can’t stop fucking crying about them. And I miss them and all I can think about is when will I be able to see them again. I can’t stop thinking about them, Mike.” Terry looks at his friend - his brother - his right arm (as Anthony Goldstein’s his left) and he’s pouring his heart out to him.
Michael wipes at his face; He can hardly handle hearing Terry talk about meeting and seeing his parents again because that would mean-
“T-Terry,” Michael puts his hand on his shoulder. “Don’t think like that. Your mum and dad want you here, with us. Fighting and living. You’ll see them again, mate. But stay here. With us-”
“We need you here, Terry.”
Michael senses movement next to him. Anthony Goldstein sits down beside Michael and they stay with Terry, letting him cry.
IV.
Heart Shaped Box
Nirvana
Luna Lovegood
“Come here, blood-traitor!” Vincent Crabbe’s voice echoes in the hallways. Luna presses her wand to her throat and utters a funny little Ventriloquism Charm that her father taught her when she was five. It was a favorite of hers and her mother’s and they would use it when they played in the fields and meadows around their house together.
She knows her mother would be very proud of her using it now against this very bad boy. Luna keeps hold on the little first-year Hufflepuff that she had just rescued from attack.
“No, I don’t think I’ll come out, Vincent!”
“Hey! Wait! I never said you could call me that,” the bad boy complains. He turns the opposite direction where Luna and the small girl are, as he just heard her voice down that way.
“Vincent, you’re nowhere close to us.” Luna makes her voice fall away, as if she’s moving down another corridor.
Vincent takes off in a run. “I’ll get you, you fucking bitch!”
Luna doesn’t step out from behind the tapestry until she can’t see Vincent anymore. She smiles at the girl, who is shaking and scared.
“You should go see Madam Pomfrey, Alice.”
The girl makes no moves.
“Don’t worry. I’ll be with you the whole time.” Luna continues to smile at the girl until she is ready to move and Luna never takes her hand off of her shoulder but she keenly observes everything around her and leaves her wand out.
V.
Love Don’t Live Here Anymore
Madonna
Padma Patil
Padma throws her books against the wall of the dormitory. Hard.
Harder than she’s ever thrown anything in her life. And she yells when it does nothing to the walls.
“FUCK!”
She’s breathing in huge gasps. She’s alone; no one can hear her cursing or swearing or beating all this shit up-
She has to destroy things. She’s at her wits end. Hogwarts . . . the Hogwarts she’s loved and lived in for so long is gone and she hates what it’s become. A playground for Snape and the Carrows to toy with and torture them.
She grabs her curtains hanging around her bed and rips them away with a violent force. She shoots curses at her pillows, feathers exploding everywhere, making it look like it’s snowing. But all Padma feels is cold.
“I hate this! I fucking - hate - this!”
She destroys her beddings. She scorches her desk. She goes through her clothes, throwing them into piles on her bed, slashing and swirling and cutting and severing with any spell that comes into her head. Her hair is wild and she wants this breakdown to continue on and on because the war is going on and on and she wants to bloody fucking lose it-
“Padma!” Luna exclaims. Padma suddenly feels herself go completely rigid and she falls to the floor. Luna looks over her very calmly and Padma, despite the fact that she is Petrified, can see Luna pressing her Galleon, asking for help.