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. Part 6 of ?
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.
I.
The First Taste
Fiona Apple
Seamus Finnigan and Lavender Brown
Lavender lies in Seamus’ bed, swallowing in big gulps, nervous. She has never done what she and Seamus are about to do. And although she is excited, she can’t help but shake.
Seamus reclines next to her. “Uh . . . are yeh okay? D’ya need anythin’-”
Lavender’s about to shake her head very rapidly, as she does when she’s nervous, but she stops herself and she looks at him. Her Seamus. Her Shay.
She brings a hand to his cheek and looks into his blue eyes. Lavender can’t hold back a smile, because - damn! - those blue eyes suck her in, and that warmth flows into her belly. They aren’t making a mistake, oh no! Because no matter what havoc the Carrows wreck at Hogwarts, no matter what horrible decisions Snape makes, she has right now.
She has Seamus Finnigan.
And they must take this moment and cherish it. She must wrap him around her and revel in him for one night, because they will need all the happiness they can get for everything that lies ahead of them.
Lavender brings her face towards Seamus, and that is when she sees that deep pain in his eyes . . . because they were talking about Dean Thomas just this morning and it somehow lingers in the air, the subject of Dean, in everything Seamus does.
He needs this moment as much as she does.
“Kiss me.”
It’s all she needs to say.
II.
Goodnight, Goodnight
Maroon 5
Michael Corner, Terry Boot and Anthony Goldstein
“W-we got . . . ‘em?” Michael asks weakly. He can barely register that both Terry and Anthony are carrying him down from the Astronomy Tower, just after their fight with the Death Eaters that he can barely remember, and his blurry vision can just make out the red all over their shirts and arms and the smudges of red on their faces.
“Y-yeah, Mike. Ya got ‘em!” Anthony says, his voice barely a croak.
“You w-were gr-great mate . . .” It’s Terry’s turn, and Michael’s not quite sure why he sounds like he’s crying, but he can hear Terry sniffle and make something like a gasping noise.
“Why’re you two cryin’ . . . I-I can’t . . . be . . . that bad,” Michael finds himself struggling with his words and all he wants to do is lay his head back. He rolls his head to his right-and he gasps and hisses as he feels a strong surge of pain.
“Tony!” Terry says with a muffled voice. “His arm . . . he’s hurting.”
Anthony utters something, and the pain subsides.
“What . . . was . . . that?”
“Pain Alleviation Spell, Mike. We’re getting you to a Healer. Get your arm checked out.”
“W-which . . . one?” Michael tries to feel for both arms. He can feel his left just fine . . . but his right. It feels like it’s there, somehow, but something’s wrong . . .
Michael senses something’s missing.
“Guys . . . what’s w-wrong . . . with . . . m-me.”
They don’t answer, they try to tell him to stay awake, stay with them, but he can also hear them whisper, saying something about making sure he doesn’t get an infection and that they hope the cut they made because they were unable to Levitate the rock that had gone right through his arm was clean enough.
III.
It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
Bob Dylan
Ernie Macmillan and Padma Patil
He’s scared, for almost a split second, that the rock from the castle fell upon him, and that his last thought was “Oh shit!”
But it’s not his last thought, because he’s still alive. And he can hear Padma screaming because she thinks he’s dead.
“Padma! Stop . . . stop. I’m fine.” He runs towards her and he doesn’t wait to hear her relieved words, because they have to bloody run and not draw
more attention to themselves.
“I thought you were dead, you prat! I saw that rock fall on you-”
“I’m resilient.” He winks and grin and they keep running. “Plus, I’ve saved your arse, cast a Patronus to rescue Potter and his pals, and now I’ve gotta try to find and kiss Susan after all of this is over.”
Padma rolls her eyes. “Seriously,” she pants, “we’re in the middle of a battle and all you can think about is snogging? Boys-”
She’s in middle of shaking her head when Ernie’s breath stops. He sees the sick, green glow of the curse hit Padma right in the chest.
She collapses in front of him, her eyes open and forever unmoving.
Ernie can barely contain his stomach. He looks up and he roars at her murderer, just before he charges towards the Death Eater who is now running away at breakneck speed into the Forbidden Forest.
IV.
Breakfast
Eugenius
Terry Boot
“Ha!” Terry scrambles out of his seat at the Ravenclaw table. He holds up the most recent edition of The Daily Prophet and shakes it to get the entire Great Hall’s attention. “He stole a fucking dragon! Harry Potter stole a dragon! He broke into bloody Gringotts, and went after one of their vaults!”
Padma tries to shush him because that is what she does.
Always looking out for everyone else but herself.
But Michael and Anthony are goading him on, their faces and arms a study in bruises and scars and marks from random curses. Michael still walks favoring his left leg from the time he spent in the dungeon with Carrows, but it doesn’t let it get to him.
“Whoo! You tell ‘em, Terry!”
Anthony -- the usually unflappable, quiet-in-public Anthony Goldstein -- cheers and hollers “That’s right! You can’t stop them!”
That’s when Carrow storms forward and strikes at him with his fist, right in the mouth. Michael and Anthony try to charge, but Seamus and Ernie run over, holding them back. McGonagall, Flitwick and Sprout fly over to Terry’s side to shield him and the other students from further attack.
“Shut your foul mouth, blood traitor!” Carrow spits at Terry.
The Ravenclaw shakes his head and spits out a tooth that that bastard just knocked out. He looks up at Carrow with a defiant grin. “If there’s one thing people say about me is you can’t ever shut me up!”
V.
The Beauty of Who
Marc Broussard
Luna Lovegood and Dean Thomas
“Haven’t you ever snogged anyone?” Dean asks Luna while they’re gathering wood from the little wooded area just behind Shell Cottage. They’ve been spending so much time together, letting Harry, Ron and Hermione talk.
Dean can’t help but feel thankful. Sometimes, being around Luna and hearing about her strange and fantastic creatures and observations about other students (and finally getting around to ask her what exactly Loser’s Lurgy was and how she knew Zacharias Smith had it last year) helps him stifle the darkness that he feels seeping into his heart.
Ted Tonks.
Dirk Cresswell.
He tries so hard not to think about the two men he spent time on the run with. But they told him to run when they ran right into a gang of Death Eaters. And he had. He had stuffed every last bit of "Gryffindorness" into some part of the back of his heart, way down deep inside, and he had hid like a coward.
But not before he watched as both wizards were tortured with the Cruciatus Curse.
And not before he watched as both wizards were killed with Avada Kedavra.
He cannot sleep through the nights anymore. And always, around two in the morning, he finds himself sleeping sitting up, next to the door in the sitting room, his wand in his hand because he’s just waiting . . . waiting . . .
Waiting for someone to attack.
But he can forget a little when he’s around Luna. He listens to her odd stories and her strange but honest observations about other people. It gives him a small amount of comfort that he tries to cling to in his darker moments.
Now, she shakes her head as a response to his original question, but she never loses that dreamy smile of hers.
“I have kissed a boy, Dean. But snogging? No . . . I can say I have not.”
Dean just stares at her, ignoring that rising monster in his chest. It’s the same monster that arose within him when he saw Ginny and Harry kiss after their final Quidditch game last year . . .
Almost an eternity away.
“Er . . . wh-who?”
She walks closer to him. “I kissed Anthony Goldstein two years ago. On the mouth. It did surprise him because I think I was his first kiss. But I wanted to thank him, as he helped me out of a spot of trouble with a couple of Slytherins.” Luna looks at him, peering at him with an expression that seems both vacant and piercing. “Are you asking me if I would like to snog you? Because I think I would. You’re quite handsome!”
Dean gapes. “Er . . . w-well . . . I mean, uh-”
She reaches up and kisses him softly on his mouth. He lets himself feel the shocks shooting from the tips of his toes all the way to his lips.
That felt amazing. And he can still smell the grass and the sea lavender and sunshine all in her hair, even in that brief moment. Dean lets it all surround him; with that one kiss, Luna attacks his senses and it’s overwhelming.
He wants to make it last forever.
He takes hold of her hand and guides her once again to the woods, and he wonders as he kisses her, whether she enjoys it because she still has that amazing and baffling Luna expression the entire time. But he enjoys that expression on her face, if only because he doesn't think the dark thoughts that have taken hold in his heart.
Characters/Pairings: Neville L., Michael C., Ginny W., Terry B., Luna L., etc . . .
Length: In progress. Part 6 of ?
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.
I.
The First Taste
Fiona Apple
Seamus Finnigan and Lavender Brown
Lavender lies in Seamus’ bed, swallowing in big gulps, nervous. She has never done what she and Seamus are about to do. And although she is excited, she can’t help but shake.
Seamus reclines next to her. “Uh . . . are yeh okay? D’ya need anythin’-”
Lavender’s about to shake her head very rapidly, as she does when she’s nervous, but she stops herself and she looks at him. Her Seamus. Her Shay.
She brings a hand to his cheek and looks into his blue eyes. Lavender can’t hold back a smile, because - damn! - those blue eyes suck her in, and that warmth flows into her belly. They aren’t making a mistake, oh no! Because no matter what havoc the Carrows wreck at Hogwarts, no matter what horrible decisions Snape makes, she has right now.
She has Seamus Finnigan.
And they must take this moment and cherish it. She must wrap him around her and revel in him for one night, because they will need all the happiness they can get for everything that lies ahead of them.
Lavender brings her face towards Seamus, and that is when she sees that deep pain in his eyes . . . because they were talking about Dean Thomas just this morning and it somehow lingers in the air, the subject of Dean, in everything Seamus does.
He needs this moment as much as she does.
“Kiss me.”
It’s all she needs to say.
II.
Goodnight, Goodnight
Maroon 5
Michael Corner, Terry Boot and Anthony Goldstein
“W-we got . . . ‘em?” Michael asks weakly. He can barely register that both Terry and Anthony are carrying him down from the Astronomy Tower, just after their fight with the Death Eaters that he can barely remember, and his blurry vision can just make out the red all over their shirts and arms and the smudges of red on their faces.
“Y-yeah, Mike. Ya got ‘em!” Anthony says, his voice barely a croak.
“You w-were gr-great mate . . .” It’s Terry’s turn, and Michael’s not quite sure why he sounds like he’s crying, but he can hear Terry sniffle and make something like a gasping noise.
“Why’re you two cryin’ . . . I-I can’t . . . be . . . that bad,” Michael finds himself struggling with his words and all he wants to do is lay his head back. He rolls his head to his right-and he gasps and hisses as he feels a strong surge of pain.
“Tony!” Terry says with a muffled voice. “His arm . . . he’s hurting.”
Anthony utters something, and the pain subsides.
“What . . . was . . . that?”
“Pain Alleviation Spell, Mike. We’re getting you to a Healer. Get your arm checked out.”
“W-which . . . one?” Michael tries to feel for both arms. He can feel his left just fine . . . but his right. It feels like it’s there, somehow, but something’s wrong . . .
Michael senses something’s missing.
“Guys . . . what’s w-wrong . . . with . . . m-me.”
They don’t answer, they try to tell him to stay awake, stay with them, but he can also hear them whisper, saying something about making sure he doesn’t get an infection and that they hope the cut they made because they were unable to Levitate the rock that had gone right through his arm was clean enough.
III.
It’s All Over Now, Baby Blue
Bob Dylan
Ernie Macmillan and Padma Patil
He’s scared, for almost a split second, that the rock from the castle fell upon him, and that his last thought was “Oh shit!”
But it’s not his last thought, because he’s still alive. And he can hear Padma screaming because she thinks he’s dead.
“Padma! Stop . . . stop. I’m fine.” He runs towards her and he doesn’t wait to hear her relieved words, because they have to bloody run and not draw
more attention to themselves.
“I thought you were dead, you prat! I saw that rock fall on you-”
“I’m resilient.” He winks and grin and they keep running. “Plus, I’ve saved your arse, cast a Patronus to rescue Potter and his pals, and now I’ve gotta try to find and kiss Susan after all of this is over.”
Padma rolls her eyes. “Seriously,” she pants, “we’re in the middle of a battle and all you can think about is snogging? Boys-”
She’s in middle of shaking her head when Ernie’s breath stops. He sees the sick, green glow of the curse hit Padma right in the chest.
She collapses in front of him, her eyes open and forever unmoving.
Ernie can barely contain his stomach. He looks up and he roars at her murderer, just before he charges towards the Death Eater who is now running away at breakneck speed into the Forbidden Forest.
IV.
Breakfast
Eugenius
Terry Boot
“Ha!” Terry scrambles out of his seat at the Ravenclaw table. He holds up the most recent edition of The Daily Prophet and shakes it to get the entire Great Hall’s attention. “He stole a fucking dragon! Harry Potter stole a dragon! He broke into bloody Gringotts, and went after one of their vaults!”
Padma tries to shush him because that is what she does.
Always looking out for everyone else but herself.
But Michael and Anthony are goading him on, their faces and arms a study in bruises and scars and marks from random curses. Michael still walks favoring his left leg from the time he spent in the dungeon with Carrows, but it doesn’t let it get to him.
“Whoo! You tell ‘em, Terry!”
Anthony -- the usually unflappable, quiet-in-public Anthony Goldstein -- cheers and hollers “That’s right! You can’t stop them!”
That’s when Carrow storms forward and strikes at him with his fist, right in the mouth. Michael and Anthony try to charge, but Seamus and Ernie run over, holding them back. McGonagall, Flitwick and Sprout fly over to Terry’s side to shield him and the other students from further attack.
“Shut your foul mouth, blood traitor!” Carrow spits at Terry.
The Ravenclaw shakes his head and spits out a tooth that that bastard just knocked out. He looks up at Carrow with a defiant grin. “If there’s one thing people say about me is you can’t ever shut me up!”
V.
The Beauty of Who
Marc Broussard
Luna Lovegood and Dean Thomas
“Haven’t you ever snogged anyone?” Dean asks Luna while they’re gathering wood from the little wooded area just behind Shell Cottage. They’ve been spending so much time together, letting Harry, Ron and Hermione talk.
Dean can’t help but feel thankful. Sometimes, being around Luna and hearing about her strange and fantastic creatures and observations about other students (and finally getting around to ask her what exactly Loser’s Lurgy was and how she knew Zacharias Smith had it last year) helps him stifle the darkness that he feels seeping into his heart.
Ted Tonks.
Dirk Cresswell.
He tries so hard not to think about the two men he spent time on the run with. But they told him to run when they ran right into a gang of Death Eaters. And he had. He had stuffed every last bit of "Gryffindorness" into some part of the back of his heart, way down deep inside, and he had hid like a coward.
But not before he watched as both wizards were tortured with the Cruciatus Curse.
And not before he watched as both wizards were killed with Avada Kedavra.
He cannot sleep through the nights anymore. And always, around two in the morning, he finds himself sleeping sitting up, next to the door in the sitting room, his wand in his hand because he’s just waiting . . . waiting . . .
Waiting for someone to attack.
But he can forget a little when he’s around Luna. He listens to her odd stories and her strange but honest observations about other people. It gives him a small amount of comfort that he tries to cling to in his darker moments.
Now, she shakes her head as a response to his original question, but she never loses that dreamy smile of hers.
“I have kissed a boy, Dean. But snogging? No . . . I can say I have not.”
Dean just stares at her, ignoring that rising monster in his chest. It’s the same monster that arose within him when he saw Ginny and Harry kiss after their final Quidditch game last year . . .
Almost an eternity away.
“Er . . . wh-who?”
She walks closer to him. “I kissed Anthony Goldstein two years ago. On the mouth. It did surprise him because I think I was his first kiss. But I wanted to thank him, as he helped me out of a spot of trouble with a couple of Slytherins.” Luna looks at him, peering at him with an expression that seems both vacant and piercing. “Are you asking me if I would like to snog you? Because I think I would. You’re quite handsome!”
Dean gapes. “Er . . . w-well . . . I mean, uh-”
She reaches up and kisses him softly on his mouth. He lets himself feel the shocks shooting from the tips of his toes all the way to his lips.
That felt amazing. And he can still smell the grass and the sea lavender and sunshine all in her hair, even in that brief moment. Dean lets it all surround him; with that one kiss, Luna attacks his senses and it’s overwhelming.
He wants to make it last forever.
He takes hold of her hand and guides her once again to the woods, and he wonders as he kisses her, whether she enjoys it because she still has that amazing and baffling Luna expression the entire time. But he enjoys that expression on her face, if only because he doesn't think the dark thoughts that have taken hold in his heart.