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Ottery St. Catchpole the Epic Saga of Our Town in One Hundred Drabbles - Sa13+ 4. Ancient Runes 5. Astronomy 8. Potions 9. Defense Against the Dark Arts 12. Charms 13. Quidditch 16. Dragonhide gloves 19. Wand 22. Kneazle 27. Owl 34. Parseltongue 37. Animagus 38. Patronus 39. Duel 44. Ford Anglia 46. Dungeon 53. Chase 55. Egg on 61. Kiss 79. author's choice 80. author's choice 92. Chocolate 93. Chicken 96. Socks 98. Pajamas No. 78.: You and I both loved-The train station She waited patiently in 1945 while his train came in, the war recently over. Now in the present, the train was stopping at the station. The tall lanky old man walked off onto the empty platform. It was not a very busy little town but it was his home. He smiled sadly at memory. Marisa, he could still see her waiting there in 1945, a young girl in a flouncy dress, standing by the old roman style columns, a smile on her face, spring in the town as the sun shined down on Ottery St. Catchpole. Butterflies dancing in daylight. |
Una flor y un amor Neville Longbottom had traveled a long way to find it, because it flowered there on moonlit nights on Stoatshead Hill outside the little town of Ottery St. Catchpole. He wanted it to show to Madame Sprout who taught Herbology. “Hello. It’s a lovely night for dragonsnap hunting isn’t?” “Excuse me?” Neville said surprised. He jumped back a little. A blonde haired girl wearing glasses the size of dishes smiled. A cloud moved away from the full moon, a wolf howled, and between them, the ground broke and a flower grew. “Dragonsnap,” Luna said, plucking it, handing it to the boy. |
More Ottery Oddness ... What if Ottery St. were a real town? Which it is but it's not Sitting in a classroom the boy’s mind was anywhere but there. He sighed as the professor went over calculations again on the board, math really did suck. How much more fun, the boy thought, to be in a school of magic somewhere else, than in his muggle school in the little town of Ottery St. Because he was sure there was magic somewhere. He would have sworn he had seen it. Once he had seen a light blue car flying; there had been that boy talking to that cat; when it rained stars. A book slammed. “Pay attention Mr. Siegel!” AN: "Alma al Aire" title of a song by Alejandro Sanz. He pwns. Ottery at least. |
Hufflepuff's Pride *sniffles* Sorry my allergies ... *Teddy fires the cannons* Cedric was six watching his father go to work. “I want to go too,” he said. Rifling through his father’s closet the boy found a pair of plaid robes. At the sound of someone clearing his throat he peeked out. On his head a golfer’s hat a fuzzy ball on it’s top, a shirt five sizes too big, and pants that dragged on the floor. “Son what … ” “I’m going to work too. I thought I might need a uniform,” the boy said. “You need more than a uniform to work at the ministry, son,” his father said smiling. |
Cat's can't dance but they can be in Drabbles ... The stray cat lazed lazily on the warm concrete street watching the slow advance of the few muggle cars that drove through the town of Ottery St. Catchpole. He looked up and read the street sign, Paper Street. Did nothing ever happen in this sleepy little burg? The black cat yawned. He loved the feel of the warm concrete on his belly. A bicycle bell rang, as the boy riding by doffed his cap. He could see a zeppelin flying by. A woman hung sheets on a line across buildings. There was nothing for it but to take a nap. |
All America's best comic writers come from Britain don'tcha know? ♥'s Grant Morrison Inside the bookstore, Ron whistled bored, while Harry riffled through an issue of 2000A.D. and Ottery chatted incessantly as he perused the books on the shelves. “No Teen Titans this week,” the dark haired boy said grumpily. “I can’t believe you like reading, Otts,” Ron said incredulously. “Don’t forget they have pictures,” Harry added mischievously. “Funny, Harry. Anyways, I was thinking of making a comic book. Call it, X-Tinguish, you know like X-Men only about a group of wizards who fight evil trolls, ogres and stuff.” Harry & Ron looked at each other, “X-tinguish?” “X-terminate? Teen Sorcerers? The Mighty Wizards?” |
Summer funs ... and Lj is the devil! *Ottery preaches to the congregation* It was hot. Not a little warm, but rather Saharan Desert, boil an egg on concrete, sweat evaporates instead of trickles, hot. Ron lay on the little wooden dock that led to the lake. In the water, Fred and George snickering looked over at their brother who had just finished eating and couldn’t go for a swim. Ron was slowly melting on the dock. “You’re not dragging me into the water,” Ron said, lying just out of reach. “Why would we …” “Want to do that?” George finished. Ron opened his eyes. Screamed as a giant snowball landed on him. |
I think my brain is going to explode ... The tall lanky old man walked, suitcase in hand, down the streets of the town. Wherever his gaze landed, the present gave way to the past. The trees lining the main street now, were but newly planted saplings then. The bakery in the corner still a bakery then, only now it was Wallace & sons. The streets were still stone, and he could see her. Marisa, just a girl of eighteen then, in her yellow dress running down the street holding his hand, dragging him to the soda shop that was only memory now, as were the cherry vanilla sodas. AN: Title from a song by Cristian ;) no plagarism here kids, it's the devil! T: Preach it brother! *fires the cannons* |
See? This is where a Luna and a Neville smilie would come in handy ... Neville came towards the girls, holding a pot in which a pretty white flower (it looked like an orchid anyways) sat. “There are no such things as snapdragons Luna,” Hermione said rolling her eyes. “And they don’t help you find true love.” “Look, Hermione,” Neville exclaimed smiling. “It’s an orchid,” Hermione replied, “They’re commonly confused.” The Snapdragon belched fire. Hermione ran screaming from the garden, Luna watching her, Neville holding the burping plant in his hands. “Perhaps she shouldn’t be so snappish with plants.” Luna said looking at Neville. Neville looked at Luna smiling. Was she trying to be funny? |
So *awkard silence* everyone watch Grey's Anatomy? *smiles nervously* “I don’t love you,” she said, slapping him on the face for good measure. He grabbed her arm. She turned fire in her eyes. He wouldn’t let her leave like that. “Didn’t you hear me the first time?” she screamed slapping him again with her free hand. He stood there holding her, and she laughed going for her wand. It was then he let her go ... The memory rippled in the pensieve. He’d only let Bellatrix go to defend himself. Walking to his bedroom window he watched the starlight over Ottery St. Catchpole. It could have been our home. |
I'd pay you all to read these but ... Teddy says it's not tax deductible like cannons To act. It was second nature to Ollie. He’d been acting all his life, hiding his ‘peculiarities’ from his family. Some of who knew. Rabbits popping out of his hat at dinner parties, his singing pet mice, the self-warming tea set. It wasn’t difficult deciding what to do with his life after Hogwarts. Becoming an actor, well the choice had come easily. After a life of pretending to be something he wasn’t now he could at least have a myriad choice of characters to play. Standing on the stage as the curtains rose, applause. Tonight, he was playing a wizard. |
You can't spell cauldron without Ron *giggles* Arthur was sitting on the front steps of the Burrow nursing a nasty bump on the head. He knew it was his fault and Molly had had reason to be angry but really swinging a cauldron at a bloke? Upstairs he could hear Bill crying as Arthur and the boys had likely woken him up with their rowdy singing. He’d sobered up soon enough, and he wasn’t looking forward to sleeping on the front door mat, but he wasn’t willing to risk his pounding head in another fight with Molly. Next time the boys said, “Just another,” he’d know better. |
*smacks* No it's not Charley Weasley don't skim posts Charles Sumpter was ace, and everyone around town knew it. He was the best at rugby, soccer and cricket any day of the week. Not too bright in school but who cared about that when you were going to play professionally. Everyone around Ottery St. Catchpole knew him and loved him. The bravest boy. The favorite boy. Everyone but Marisa. He walked over dirt covered, and sweaty, smiling, to where the ball had gone where the girls sat watching them play. “Get the ball Charley!” Marisa was holding the sphere and suddenly he knew what it was to be fearful. |
Cheer up sleepy Jean ... The boy stood there, his nose bleeding, one boy on the ground, another sporting a cut lip and the other two looking scared. Cedric didn’t say anything, and Luna just stood behind him. He bent down to pick up the odd little toy. It was patchwork, in the shape of a mermaid with wings. “Next time, don’t pick a fight with a girl.” The boy on the ground, crying, ran away, his friends following after. “It’s a prospero,” the blonde haired girl said, “my mother …” her voice disappeared as tears rolled down her cheeks. Cedric knew about Luna’s mother. |
I pwn fiction it's that simple. T: You should, didn't you invent the written word? Alone on the hill she looked down at the marble headstone clutching her Transfiguration textbook tightly. It was the class she was most looking forward too. “Well I’ll be off to Hogwarts this year, Mum,” Luna said, a tear rolling down her eye; she wiped it hurriedly. Luna looked away, and around her. In that place, she was never alone; always there was someone to talk too. “I wish you were here. I wish you could see me go,” she said. “But if wishes were fishes …” she giggled. It was her mother’s favorite expression, “Then everybody would want seafood.” |
*Still chasing Teddy with the cannons after that last comment* Call me old ... 82. : I loved you-The willow by the old country lane leading from Ottery St. Charles Sumpter remembered it well. It was still there the old willow, now grown so tall and wide, standing next to the country lane that led outside of Ottery St. Catchpole. He stopped, walked around and found engraved there the initials C & M. He used to meet Marisa there. He smiled at the memory, at the way time passed, and how things planned often went awry. “You can’t be careful with a heart,” his grandfather had said. “Live and love hard.” The words of an older man now echoed in this old man’s ears as he walked in melancholy. |
*chasing Teddy, Ottery decides to call in his friends* O: Hello Lucius ... Molly Weasley was running around the house, the wicker laundry basket following behind her, while in the kitchen the dishes rattled in the sink as they washed themselves, upstairs the beds were made, outside an enchanted broomstick banged away at a carpet hanging on the line, knocking out the dust, and in the living room a pair of needles darned socks. Ron sighed, sadly. His mother really did work too hard. He wished they could have a house elf. “Need help with that Mum?” Ron asked, as he took the rubbish bin. It was the least he could do, no? |
Just a little lullaby to keep myself from crying ... It was the depression. Newspapers littered the streets of Ottery St. The Fascist and the Marxist fought for people’s attentions, a free meal and full stomachs got you eager ears. The black cat was finding it hard to earn a mouthful. No crumbs fall from poor tables. The cat walked down the empty streets of the town. It couldn’t read the signs, that said, ‘shop closed’ all he knew was that were once and eager hand had scratched his ear and earned him a bowl of milk now no one lived. Dark clouds rolled in, and it began to rain. |
I'm shameless ... your point? The dark haired boy watched as the red haired boy walked up to the dusty old tome sitting on the table. They both watched it intrigued. “Keep your hands away from that,” Arthur Weasley had warned. But curiosity is a bug that inflicts boys as well as cats. Idle summer days and youthful boredom didn’t help much either. Ron blew the dust from the cover, catching the other boy with a faceful of the shimmering motes. Ottery sneezed at the red haired boy, who glared at him angrily. The dark haired boy rubbed his nose apologetically, “Pixie dust. I’m allergic.” |
As one story ends, another's begun ... Charles Sumpter kept a steady pace at his age. He knew where he was going was not going anywhere; meanwhile around him children played ball on the streets, ignoring the old gentleman with the funny hat, remnant from a time when men wore suits and fancy shoes, and women dresses. He walked by a quaint little white two-story home, with a tiny garden in front. He looked up at the window, and saw an old woman looking down at him. He tipped his hat and smiled, she smiled back as he walked away. Over the post box the name Greenblatt. |
Please refer to the title to the post before this one ... *pokes* Uncle Al was a mooch, there was no getting around that. He came, he stayed, and “he ate all the best and drank all the rest,” as pop used to love to say about his brother. Mother never liked him talking that way about him around us kids, but you had to love the guy, he was never skimpy with the money when he had it, usually because it belonged to someone else. “Someday Ottery, when you’re rich and famous. I hope you’ll still remember your dear old uncle,” he would say. It was always sad to see him go. |
Needs more Neville/Luna will work on that ... “Who knew you could yodel?” Cedric said to the boy. Luna laughed from where she stood. They’d been picking on her again. The sweet boy from up the lane had come to her rescue again. “You shouldn’t have done that,” she said, “We’re not supposed to use magic outside of school.” Cedric was watching the boy on the hill, his yodeling echoing down into the valley where Ottery St. Catchpole was nestled. “Boys shouldn’t pick on girls,” he said. What went unsaid was the odd girl was like a sister to him. Luna smiled. It was as if she knew. |
And the shippyness continues ... “Dictionary?” Ron asked. “Yes, you see it’s this book little brother …” “And you use it to find words you don’t know what they mean … ” Ron blushed. Did Fred and George have to pick on him around Hermione? “I didn’t think either of you would know what a book was, much less one with so many words,” Ginny remarked smartly, from where she sat across the kitchen table. Harry giggled at that, and Ginny’s face turned every shade of red. She slammed her book shut and ran out of the kitchen to the accompaniment of the twin’s laughter. |
We don't all start courageous ... Boys bore easily, Arthur Weasley should have known, but it had been so long since he had been one it was easy to forget. So the book sat on the kitchen table, now free of dust. “Go on, touch it,” Ron said, “I dare ya.” The dark haired boy was scared, magical books could do anything really. But he didn’t want Ron thinking him a coward. So, slowly he moved his trembling hand over the cover. “Ah!” Ottery screamed, as the book snapped at him. Next to him Ron Weasley fell to the floor. The red haired boy had fainted. |
Ottery is popular at tea parties too ... Mm hmm ... Mercurial Topper was his name, madness and hats are his game, read the sign over the door. Indeed the short gentleman in the light blue top hat was renowned in the wizarding world as the wizard who had created the Sorting Hat … or rather for taking credit for it. Truth, the hat was as old as the school. Still Mercurial was popular at tea parties, having a way with words. He closed his shop, as he did everyday, off to a tea date. Smiling at the ladies, he always took off his hat, under which his pet dormouse slept. |
Operator can you help me place this call ... They called him the Cuckoo because he owned the only clock shop in Ottery St. Tempus Montre however did not care, no one ever complained about any timepiece he ever fixed. Muggles would walk in begging their heirlooms be fixed. And with his skilled hands and a bit of magic they would never tell false time again. Tempus sat at his workbench, magical monocle over his right eye, surrounded by clocks (cuckoos and grandfathers) chiming the noon hour. “He’s late,” he said to no one. The ministry courier was tardy to pick up the timeturners he had made for them. |
Still going, the Ottery Battery nothing else works on a Thermonuclear Doomsday Device The bell over the door tinkled the sound of a customer and the short portly vendor lady came out of the backroom. Expecting a muggle, she wore a courteous smile, on seeing the Hogwarts Headmaster she laughed as her face broke out in happiness. “Again so soon, Professor,” she said, giving her old teacher his title. “I’m afraid so Madame Sweet. No one else makes those delightful caramel peanut camels like you do.” “You flatter me so,” she said. Taking her wand, with a flick opening a box she filled it with candy. Her caramel camels were the world’s best. |
I've run out of things to say ... ZOMG! The girl sat smiling by the fountain in the square. Behind her, a hero of the kingdom sat on horseback, the sounds of water rippling as it rained down into the coin-strewn fountain. Sitting before her a box, with a red bow and ribbons wrapped around it. “It’s lovely uncle,” Sarah grinned. “Boxes, ribbons and bows are nice, but untie it I think you’ll like what’s inside best.” The girl pulled one ribbon, unraveling the bow. The top of the box disappeared in a puff of smoke the sides of the box falling. A puppy barked. “Oh, Uncle,” Sarah smiled. |
O: We should have our own TV show T: Teddy's Angels O: The O-Team ... “Zap,” said the muggle boy, as he ran around shooting birds and people and things with his tin space ray gun. Ottery giggled, “Zap,” he said pointing his wand at a dog, sending it running across the street, barking scared. The boy stared for a second, before he ran screaming, “Mum!” down the lane. “Honestly Ottery,” Hermione chided as Ron, and Harry laughed. “I only scared the dog,” he said. “Zap,” said Hermione as she sent the boy jumping off the sidewalk with a shock. He looked penitent, as he rubbed his bum, “Ouch.” “Next time think of the dog.” AN: Ottery doesn't condone cruelty to animals. T: But it's okay to play mind games with children? O: :yes: Sarcasm escapes them :mwaha: |
This Drabble I lovingly dedicate to my oldest SS friend Shannon con amor y besitos Bill and Fleur, everyone thought an unlikely match. He, a handsome lad, still, in spite of the scars; she a veela, one of the most beautiful. It shocked some that she stood there, resplendent in her white gown, shimmering pearls and white flower bouquet. Ron was crying (Fleur was going to be his sister-in-law, he couldn’t help it), Harry trying to avoid Gabrielle’s constant stares, and Ginny’s giggling. Hermione sat, Krum between her and Ron. Her thoughts here, though a time far away, she wearing a white dress, Ron standing were Bill now was, holding her hands; Harry beside them. |
You know ... this means war! Their sweet tooths were world-renowned. Well renowned at least in the wizarding world. Professor Slughorn, Albus Dumbledore, and Ottery St. The headmaster was a genial fellow always ready to let you have the last chocolate frog, but it wasn’t so with the other two. “Crystallized pineapple,” Professor Slughorn exclaimed. Smirking evilly, across the way a dark haired boy smiled as he held open a candy box. “All out Professor.” Madame Sweet said. Horace Slughorn glared at the boy. “I’ll take all your sugared strawberries,” the boy almost chocked, “and ice mice, and the never-ending chocolate lollipops.” This was war. |
*Knock Knock* Who's there? “Lawn leprechauns? And just what the devil would he do, just sit on my lawn? I don’t have enough problems with garden gnomes ...” The plaid dressed wizarding salesman smiled falsely. Sure, she was old but she wasn’t stupid. Youth on the other hand hid its idiocy badly. “Of course it doesn’t just do that ma’am. This here lawn leprechaun’s equipped with warding spells, assorted jinxes to keep pests out of your garden. Rabbits, cats, weasels, you name it. And just tween us … they work on burglars too. Comes equipped with a cannon.” Suddenly Mrs. Bickering was very interested. |
I should rename this thread: Cien anos de soledad ... “An ooze charm?” Neville asked. “Well technically it was supposed to be used for stopping oozing,” Luna explained. Ottery giggled. “Yeah, but now instead of stemming the flow of blood from a wound …” Luna continued. “You break out in boils oozing oozy stuff. Oh and your nose won’t stop snotting either,” Ottery interjected. “Is snotting even a word?” Luna asked. “Wow.” Neville said clearly impressed. “I tell her she should sell it to Fred and George, lord knows what those two could use with a spell like that,” Ottery remarked. For his part, Neville was watching Luna very impressed. |
Who knows what the future may bring? Professor Trelawney Duh!!! Ottery had just said something ponderously epic about the future leaving everyone with jaws open, wondering, in uncertain pause. Ron leaned against the old willow, blushing as he sneaked a glance at Hermione who watched the moonlight dancing through the trees. Harry looked up the country lane leading to the burrow, wondering about home. Ginny looked away from Harry, thinking it silly to still think those things. Neville’s face furrowed deep in thought, Luna the only one who looked as if she had missed what was said, while Cedric stood there watching them. The dark haired boy shrugged, “Just kidding.” |
There's no love ♥ for me no more ... say it isn't so how it easily comes how she easy Her room remained the same as the day she left it. The bed in it’s place, the curtains always closed but letting the sunlight into the pink walled room, with the white carpet. Above the bed, a shelf sat with her old stuffed toys; the music box still sat on her bureau. He could close his eyes and still fool himself, thinking he could hear the gramophone playing. It was true she would never be coming back, but it was easier to think she’d only left for an errand than to face the reality that she wouldn’t come home again. |
And all the girls say, Ottery you so crazy!!!!!! His walk was more of a lope. Charles happily strolling down the streets of Ottery St. he had asked Marissa out to the movies. It was difficult not to grin. He waved at ‘Old Cuckoo’ bent over his workbench. Smiled at Mercurial Topper as the little man tipped his hat frightening ladies who didn’t know about his dormouse. “The fountain at six,” Marissa had said. He stepped out into the street and stopped just as quickly as a black cat ran past him. A car stopped honking barely missing Charles. Smiling at the cat in gratitude, the cat winked back. |
Music is the honey that sweetens the pancake that is our lives Cedric had fallen asleep, above him the black cat was sitting on the tree his tail swishing beneath him watching as the Gryffindor boy and the Ravenclaw girl sat on the grass of the hill the telescope in front of them and the whole heavenly sky draped like a mural before them. “I’ll get you for this Fred!” the dark haired boy screamed far off in the distance, holding on to the enchanted broom for dear life. The Gryffindor boy giggled then stopped suddenly as Luna leaned over and placed her head on Neville’s shoulder, their astronomy homework already forgotten. |
Someone call about a leaky fawcett? LOL It was her secret joy. It was her silent sin. But on some nights, the young Ms. Fawcett would walk out of the house, a cloak covering her night robe from the evening cold, to see it. Hidden away in the old abandoned garden shed—it had been years since mother had picked up a spade—a boggart had taken up residence. She liked being scared; the thrill of fright always waiting behind the shed doors. Peculiarly it was always something different that frightened her. Tonight she opened the door carefully, it creaked, wand in hand she stepped inside … |
Why L/O would never work out ... It was a silly little dare. If you had asked her why she had done it, Ginny daring her too, would not have been the reason. It was because she’d wanted too. “You wouldn’t dare,” Ginny said laughing. Luna had turned to the giggling girl. Ginny was holding a handful of posies and Luna handed her buttercups for her to hold walking over to where the boys were sitting about. “Hey Luna,” Ottery said. She walked past him to Ron who was sitting next to Harry on the back porch steps. She leaned down and kissed Ron on the lips. |
Love waits ... The past haunts. “I hear he’s waitin’ for someone … s’why he tends bar here.” “Someone he lost a long time ago.” “I think it’s romantic,” Meredith said, sighing watching the old pub keep, dark haired his hair was flecked with streaks of gray, sadness in his smile. He wiped the counter oblivious to them. “Was some red head … I heard.” “He’s never left town, lives the same place … seems this place was special to them.” “Sigue esperando en el lugar de siempre, en la misma ciudad, con la misma gente …” the waitress said serving another round. |
Lol “Don’t just gape boys, give a girl a towel,” Fleur’s American cousin said as she walked out of the lake. The dark haired boy was about to hand her his towel when he felt a tug at the other end as if it were caught on something. He turned to find Ron pulling the other end of the towel. “Sorry Ron, didn’t know it was yours,” Ottery said blushing. “It’s not,” Ron said, “But she asked me.” Hermione was glaring at the boy’s furiously, while Ginny laughed and threw her a towel. She turned to find Harry wisely watching only her. |
Location, location, location. I'm not setting these things in the street you know .. “I think it’s a very sad story actually,” Neville said. “Oh?” Luna asked. “He died of heartbreak … didn’t he?” “It doesn’t say that in our History of Magic textbook,” Luna replied picking a daisy and handing it to the boy. “Still … I mean,” Neville kicked the grass, “He died here after she left.” He looked away. “He didn’t do anything else after she left.” He paused, “Heroes don’t die that way ... away from adventures.” Luna turned on the boy suddenly startling him, and making him jump back, “Then maybe he should have told her he loved her.” |
Remember love ... The passing of years pushed friends apart, and those same years brought them together. Life is a funny game. “I left Hogwarts after my sixth year,” the dark haired man said, sipping his coffee. The blonde haired man smiled at his friends crown hat, “You gave up. And I didn’t hesitate.” “The war was going on then. A lot of things were happening. Things were wild and crazy. Everyday it seemed someone was dying or in danger. I thought they would win. But you? What happened with you two?” “I asked her to marry me … under the whomping willow.” |
Take me home ... *sniffles* country roads ... “Hermione I’m bored,” Ron complained as he dropped another one of Ottery’s pennies in the fountain. The frizzy haired girl sat by the fountain’s edge taking notes in her tiny book. “I’m doing research for Muggle Studies, Ron,” she replied. “Hermione, you live with muggles! Do we need to be here?” She turned on the boy, glaring and snapped, “Is there something else you’d rather be doing Ron?” Ron startled by her sudden attentions blushed and moving back fell into the fountain. Hermione was giggling at sopping wet Ron. Walking past Ottery asked annoyed, “Not bath day yet, is it?” |
Because you never want to be on the business end of a duck Michael yawned, climbing his broom higher. Sunrise still lay ahead, most of the muggles sleeping, but the wizarding world never slept. He blinked. Howled as he almost slammed into the rear end of a duck. “Sorry,” Michael exclaimed. Well most of the time the wizarding world didn’t sleep. He had to wake up early though to deliver newspapers. Sure, you could get them by owl but where was the fun in that? Muggles had paperboys why not the wizarding world? Mr. Lovegood had been kind enough to buy the argument and had given him the job, the first wizard paperboy. |
My personal favorite ... the sequel is: Ottery vs. The Giant squid ... Fall 2007 “Care of Magical Creatures,” Ottery said without preamble. Ron, Luna, Neville, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione all looked at the boy as if he had just swallowed a live squid. The calamari was still in his bowl wriggling its tentacles. “What? You all thought I was gonna say Potions?” “You like that class, mate?” Ron asked. “It’s just … ” Ottery shrugged. “Beats wrestling plants, playing with poison, or trying to write horoscopes. Besides, transfigurations easy,” he pointed his wand at a plate turning it into a snail. Hermione glared at him. “I meant to do that …” he replied blushing. |
Long live love ♥ *Fires the cannons* Looking for something to read to the children in the study, her fingers stumbled on it. A copy of Hogwarts, A History. She pulled the book from the shelf, a note slipped out. Ginny bent down to pick it up, read it and blushed. Ron had written that? Ginny opened the book. On the back of the front cover in tidy scrawl was Hermione’s signature; of course it was her book. Flipping through it, Ginny came across one of Colin’s photographs. Hermione was turning her back on Ron, who was trying to put Harry and Ginny between himself and Lavender. |
Enclosed you will find my melancholy New dress robes and the fool boy had forgotten to pack them. Mrs. Weasley muttered about the silly things her boys did. She folded the package closed and sat down tired on Ronald’s bed. Drops fell on the paper, clinging to the strings tied around it, like dew drops on a spider’s web. Mrs. Weasley cried. Her boy’s were all gone now, and soon Ginny too. Where had the time gone? Why had it taken all her children from her? The End of School Ball would be lovely, she remembered hers, but it hadn’t been so long ago, it seemed. |
Out of my head ... hopelessly devoted to you ... “You would sing to her under her window.” “While you played Romeo reading her poetry,” Marius remarked. “She liked your singing better didn’t she?” the dark haired man replied smiling into his coffee. “It used to make her father so angry,” he laughed. Marius’ smile fell into his tea. “I won because you left. In that way I didn’t really win.” “I heard she married you,” his friend said quietly. “She also left me.” “You could always try winning her back.” Marius looked at him with a look of incredulity. “I’ll lend you my old poetry book,” His friend said. |
Whistle while you work children ... *whistles* “Dear God in heaven,” Ole Barnaby was Catholic. “Peter what happened?” “You see Mr. Barnaby,” I was trying to reply but the old guy’s turning all kinds of puce … it’s an icky color, looks as bad as it sounds. So here I was stupid wizard boy straight out of school and I get a cushy muggle job at a shop. I decide to start selling Pygmypuffs to the kiddies, well … seems you dip ‘em in water and they multiply. “Shop … teeming … with … with tribbles?” I got to keep the job, lucky me Barn’s a Trekkie. ------------------------------------------------- AN: Wherein Ottery experiments with point of view and cheats a little. |
An early romance ... “I came to warn you,” he told the boy. “Dark times are coming.” The boy shivered, though he tried to hide it. Holding his bottle of butterbeer with both hands. The crazy old man always ran into the pub. Mostly he kept to himself but now on the stormiest night on the darkest day he had chosen to walk over and lay a horrible warning on the poor boy. “Don’t scare my guests,” Old Tom said, throwing the old man back out in the rain. Young Arthur Weasley smiled bravely at the pretty waitress, but Molly turned up her nose. |
Love finds a home ... or yes that's one busy hill ... “Couldn’t find one. Looked and looked … me Gran must’ve thrown ‘em away … I couldn’t not a bloody quill. Then the owl’s shot … daft muggle hunters. A-a-and I … had to come.” Luna Lovegood stood there on the hill, the wind throwing her hair like a white flag on a bright spring day. Yet she said nothing. It was his turn to talk. Neville who was always so quiet. “I had to tell you … so … I got on a broom and … and …” he kissed her. “Some things you don’t need words,” she answered smiling. |
No. 70 was No. 50 *sniffles* couldn't 'ave planned better meself 58. : Ron’s Childhood -The Burrow The boy’s should have left the book alone, but being curious about magic, and only too eager to start learning it — already Bill and Charlie were dueling around the house — Ron and Ottery had opened the book Mr. Weasley had forbidden them to touch. Molly Weasley walked in to the kitchen and dropped both bags of groceries, crushing the bread under the ham. Ron was spitting out eggs and Ottery when he tried to talk would hoot like an owl. “Arthuuuuuuuuur!” Molly screamed. Men could be so careless. She’d only left him to mind the children for five minutes … --------------------------------------------------------- AN: Being a sequel to no. 52, in which a six year old Ron and six year old Ottery get into all kinds of mischief. |
Homework inspired, I was doing this instead of homework see how inspiration works?LOL “He doth vex me so, Master Ottery Goodfellow,” the lady said, picking up her dress, walking through the Theban woods. “The crude ruffian,” she began to fan herself. “Odd place for a meeting is it not, milady?” the fairy boy asked following, “The woods I mean.” “Come now Ottery, I am quite put out by that red haired boy’s advances. He thinks me unkind, and does me injury with his lips,” Lady Hermione objected. “Methinks the lady doth protest too much,” Ottery replied, his gossamer wings fluttering. “He comes hither,” the fairy boy said laughing at his lady’s blushed cheeks. ---------------------------------------------------------- AN: Wherein Ottery plays various and sundry jests with his readers the more intelligent picking up the more subtle readings. This story is inspired by my Shakespearean Homework, which I even now should be doing LOL. My sincerest apologies to Will. |
Luna Lovegood in Some Like it Hot Thestrals haunt my dreams. Rather they haunted my nights as a child. Soon after mother died, after I had gone to Hogwarts. They scared me. I tried telling others but they thought I was mental and they started calling me Loony. I don’t mind it so much now, but then … It was spiteful, but you learn to deal with life’s cruelties. Mother always said to be true, to myself. And I try to be with everyone else as well. But truth is a fickle thing; it changes in everyone’s mouths. Luna put the quill down, blew out the candle. |
The notice on the door read the usual. If rent wasn’t paid soon he’d be out. It wasn’t the first time Bacchus had entertained the thought of obliviating the landlady. But it would have to be a monthly thing so it was better not done. He snuck into his apartment. Easels stood in the room, blank or half painted canvases, tarp on the floor and paint in bottles, tubes, everywhere—as much on canvas as on the floor or his smocks. But this next portrait would take him out of debt for a while, his subject, a young Master Malfoy. |
By cover of darkness they came. Not all foul deeds are done in the dark but this one would be. A group of death eaters had come to the sleepy little town. “Raze it,” had been the Dark Lord’s only order. With the closing of his fist, and Bellatrix’s wicked smile the town’s fate was sealed. The boy took a deep breath and dropped the watch, his portkey, still too young to apparate, but obviously not to kill. Bellatrix smiled at Draco giving him courage. “Come sweetling. Tonight we rid this filthy town of all its muggles and blood traitors.” |
The city lay in ashes — what was left. Not since the Romans had attempted to reassert their empire, what depression nor even the Luftwaffe could accomplish a simple torch had. The town was empty, devastated. Leaving only the bones of a dead goliath. Harry picked up a picture. It was a daguerreotype of the city. Streets busy with people and carriages, old stone buildings — now no longer there. “What was it all for?” Ron asked, his face sooty like a chimney sweeps. Hermione wiped his cheeks with her kerchief. Ginny was crying, arms at her side, hands fisted in rage. |
“I can’t marry you Jed, you’re a muggle.” “Well, I know I’m not smart, Nancy but …” “That’s not what I meant you lout,” she answered, rolling her eyes, “It’s just …” “I love you Nancy O’Hara Reardon, and I mean to marry you if you’ll have me.” “But our children Jed, you’d … ” Jed was not a smart man, nor could he think up eloquent words, it was actions with which he spoke. He picked up Nancy over his shoulder and started for the church. “Jedediah Abraham Rourke Witherspoon, you’ll live to regret this,” she screamed beating him. |
The old He-Said, She-Said “If you’d wanted to go with me. If you’d wanted to dance,” “Now I didn’t say anything about that,” Ron objected. “Then why didn’t you just ask me to the Yule Ball, Ronald?” “Yeah, because you’d have picked me over the greatest quidditch player, EVER!” The boy replied. Hermione rolled her eyes, huffed and walked ahead of the boy. But Ron could be insufferable, “I don’t care about quidditch Ron!” “I know … I just …” he gave her a funny look, “I don’t get that. Even Parvati and Lav—,” “Of course you’d know what Lav-Lav thinks of Quidditch.” |
The boy thought he’d just ignore her, the pig tailed girl. But her laugh carried over the yard. The dark haired boy looked over his eyes in a squint. Did she have to be so, annoying? Ron on the other end of the seesaw got off while Ottery was up in the air. Letting him come crashing down. Ottery flew off the seesaw and into the dirt. Ron laughed. “Why’d you do that?” he complained. Of course she had to come rushing over to see if he was all right. “You all right?” The boy crossed his arms and pouted. |
It was raining and he didn’t have an umbrella having forgotten along with his wand. So he stood under the shelter of a tree, hoping the bursts of lighting wouldn’t strike him. He shivered with the cold. Walking down the lane schoolgirls laughed as they walked past under and umbrella. Ottery pouted. Just then he wished he had his wand. He sighed. Then as if heaven sent a giant white umbrella with the words “cheerful love” on them popped out from up the street. Ottery recognized it. “Looks like you need a friend,” Ginny smiled. He grinned in reply, cheerful. |
“You lack the daring,” she said. It was those words had brought him to the cliff. “If you were ever going to do anything you’d have done it by now.” Those words had stung, in light of the fact Rosalind was with Orlando now. All because his faint heart had … But that was going to change now. “Albert don’t do anything rash,” she said, as the crowd gathered around her. The boy waved. “Nope. You should only ever do rash things,” he thought and jumped. Fainting, she didn’t get to see Albert flying, as he flapped his makeshift wings. |
Luna sat at her desk ignoring her homework, thoughts of Neville flittering through her mind. She could see him, carrying Hermione through the Department of Mysteries. It had been a horrid night … though filled with adventure. Ron had looked so human … so frail, but Neville … he had been so valiant, trying to fight, unwilling to leave a fallen friend behind. She shivered a little at the thought. Pushing aside her summer homework she pulled a blank parchment to write the boy a letter. She hoped he was well … and perhaps his holidays might bring him nearby. |
Now a spell is a curious thing. They come in different forms and ways but none more subtly, or strongly than love, which strikes unawares. One minute he was a normal boy playing games, school, hanging out with his friends, his only worry the Saturday Morning line up. Then Bam! Girls everywhere — mesmerizing and alluring. It was Cindy who was pulling the strings of his heart. He watched her coming down the street, with a group of friends. Running a hand through his hair, he walked past, “Hey Cindy,” he said trying to be casual. She smiled the girls giggling. |
“The job of the police O’Hanlan is to quell riots son, not to start them.” Next to the officer, the dark haired boy sat whistling. “But I tell you chief, I didn’t … the boy was the one riding the dragon. “Riding a dragon, you say?” the chief asked, while the boy moved his finger next to his head still whistling in the international sign for, “Mental, that one.” “Maybe you need a holiday son, you’ve been working too hard.” “Aye sir, I could’ve sworn he’d been riding with a leprechaun too.” Ottery shrugged, smiling at the Chief of Police. |
Cedric didn’t like those kind of jokes. Luna Lovegood was standing covered in mud, while the boys laughed. Wand in hand he meant to hex them but he couldn’t. It was his first year at Hogwarts he couldn’t get booted out already. So, he handing Luna his wand he proceeded to trounce the boys. To their left the sun was setting, the two mud covered children walked down the country lane. Luna chattering away pleasantly about what she thought Hogwarts was like, Cedric with a black eye, and a bleeding lip. He smiled, feeling sorrier for the one’s who’d lost. |
Her reply was a slap. It echoed down the street, in the twilight. “Maria,” he said, running after her. She cried as she ran. “Maria I love you …” And five years later, standing on the street corner where she had left him he stood under the street lamp in daylight. He was watching her across the street. She had walked over to the café, and he had meant to run over and say hello … but then the man had stood up and she had kissed him. Two children ran up to hug her and that had settled that. |
Still going ... like the energizer bunny ... “A common room, why that’d be any room anywhere,” the man puffed on his pipe smiling mischievously. “No Grandpa, I mean the Gryffindor one, what was that like?” “Oh that one,” he replied with feigned exaggeration. “It was a grand hall. We’d sit there having D.A. Meetings …” “No you didn’t Grandpa, that was the Come-and-Go Room, remember?” the boy corrected. The old man’s memory infallible. “Why don’t you tell the story? You know it better.” The boy started telling of the legendary school were once heroes like Godric Gryffindor, Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, Ron and Hermione Weasley had gone. |
“Pureblood,” the man said, turning his hat in his hand. “That could only mean –” “The killer was a wizard. It also narrows down the search.” The body lay on the street under a white sheet. “Poor lad, just a muggle in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Kingsley, looked at Arthur. “Was he? Or did they look for him and do this so they could send a sign. Maybe you and Molly … ” “They won’t run us from our home,” Arthur answered. Kingsley sighed. The war was turning ugly, as all wars are. Always innocents would pay. |
One of my faves ... “I got this for you at Hogsmeade,” the boy said nervously, handing Luna the ring. “Is that a dragon?” she asked, looking at the design. “Yeah,” Neville said blushing nervously. “I’m not going to kiss you just because you gave me a ring,” she said, and she saw the boy jump back. “That’s not why …” Luna leaned forward and kissed the boy on the lips. “I’m kissing you because I think you’re sweet,” she said. From behind a tree, a boy yelled, “Score!” Luna and Neville turned to see Ron, Ottery and Harry scurrying to hide behind the tree. |
The love is funny “Now that’s what I call an almighty roar,” the candy store vendor said, grinning. The dark haired boy smiled looking in his pocket for change as Ron growled. “Doesn’t your friend want any candy?” the shopkeeper asked. Ron roared at him again, so loudly and so much like a lion the vendor actually stepped back. “Now son don’t you thnk you should stop now?” Ottery dropped the money on the counter, grabbing a hold of Ron’s hand dragged him out of there holding candy in his fist. “That’s just the problem mister,” Ottery was thinking, “I can’t make him stop.” |
Christmas eve and the streets were snow covered and empty. The little boy walked lost. He did not know where he was now, only that it was cold and he couldn’t stop walking. His stomach ached. He was lonely and scared. “Alone on Christmas eve?” a man dressed in white asked. The boy shrugged, he looked oddly familiar. “If you come with me, I’ll take you where there’s a feast.” The boy smiled taking his hand. He could feel a cut in his palm. Christmas dawned, people celebrating and happy while a boy’s cold form lay lonely, hungry no more. |
The love is still funny ... “Arithmancy, that’s magical math,” Ottery said. “Like you’d know anything about it,” Ron remarked grinning, the dark haired boy threw his hat at him. Ginny giggled. “It’s what Ottery needs to help him with his math homework,” Harry added laughing. Surprised, Ginny couldn’t but laugh. It had been lonely around. Ron and the twins gone to Hogwarts. Summer now Harry had come to visit. Ginny blushed most of the time or ran from the room when he was there. He was so cute in person, so sweet, but she couldn’t talk or fight the impulse to flee when he smiled. |
The boys were giggling mischievously as they walked past the old caravan with the loudly bright painted sign that read: Visions of the future the past or the present Assorted cataclysms and warding charms and spells Most for under twenty quid The old gypsy was standing outside. “You laugh at what you don’t know. Btu if you knew the things I see in your future maybe you wouldn’t be laughing so hard,” she screamed. The boys roared even more loudly in peels of jubilant laughter. Madame Zoinks sighed and said, “I gotta get outta this racket.” |
Time to put baby to bed kids, it's been real. “You did what?” Mr. Fawcett asked, alarmed. “Now dear it wasn’t on purpose. And we know …” mother said proudly. They’d worried that their daughter was a squib. Not that they would have loved her any less without magical qualities, but … they had been worrying she being nine and showing no magic. Sandra Fawcett sat in the small kitchen, watching the cows grazing in the picture over the kitchen sink. “I didn’t mean to daddy,” she cried. “It’s all right dear. At least … we won’t go hungry.” Sandy’s first magic trick had been to blow up a chicken. |
She couldn’t make out the inscription. She recognized that they were ancient runes; far too old to translate off the top of her head. For this Hermione would need the Hogwarts library. Those were the farthest thoughts from her mind. “I want you to have it Hermione. I … it’s for you,” Ron said blushing. She looked up at the boy with tear filled eyes. The ring had cost him more than a year’s salary. “Oh Ronald,” she wrapped her arms around him. From behind a tree, a boy yelled, “Score!” Hermione saw Ginny, Harry and Ottery scurrying to hide. |
True Friendship is a beautiful thing Ron and Ottery were lying on a grassy hill watching the starlight above in the deep dark of the woods surrounding the Burrow. At the center of the clearing were set up two telescopes watching the sky, an astronomy textbook lay open. “Ron?” “Yeah?” “Why are we here?” “We’re supposed to be looking for Mars.” “No, I mean.” The boy sighed, “Why’d God put us here?” “Dunno.” Ron rolled over, leaning on his elbow smiled at Ottery. “I don’t know why we’re here, Otts, but I know there’s nowhere I’d rather be.” The dark haired boy smiled in the dark. |
Yes his name is Apple Gaunt so shut up ... The sign read: The Apocalyptic Apothecary. Indeed Mr. Gaunt’s reputation was that of murderer. He had killed people in the past, but even so, he carried the best Potions ingredients in all of Britain—no easy feat. The pale, lanky, withered figure of the proprietor stood behind the shop window watching the muggles passing by; his store only visible to wizards. Though never spoken, he missed the days of the dark lord, a promise of a better future for wizarding kind. How he missed those dark days. Now he spent his days pondering ways to rid the world of muggles. |
Hence the rating kiddies, hence the rating. Ron stood there bleeding, Hermione crying over Harry, unconscious behind him. He glared at the werewolf, wand tip aimed at the creature’s heart. This wasn’t exactly stuff they’d been taught in Defense Against the Dark Arts, killing werewolves. Strike that, they had, when Snape had substituted for Lupin but who ever listened to Snape? “That’s as far as you go. I won’t let you near my friends,” he said. “Then you die boy!” Fenrir yelled as he came at him. No time for spells Ron rammed the wand into the creature’s eye. Improvisation. That was something Lupin had taught them. |
Charlie was finding out girls had charms entirely different from the one’s Professor Flitwick was teaching at school. Thirteen now, he found himself suddenly noticing them everywhere, and more pleasantly still girls were noticing him. Which had landed him in the present situation. “Well go on daredevil, do it.” Riding his broom low over the treetops Charlie banked up and executed a triple barrel roll, then flying upside down snatched the weathervane over the neighboring muggles farmhouse without being seen. Mum would kill him he was sure, but the girls … it marked the beginning of Charlie’s romance with danger. |
More Weasley Love ♥ Charlie was busy flying upside down, showing off for the neighborhood girls, while Bill was giving Ginny a ride on the broom as Fred and George chased them around the backyard of the Burrow, and Ron sat on the steps without a broom, listening to Percy whinning about the noise keeping him from studying. “Please Perce, can I borrow your broom?” Ron asked. “And let you join them wasting your time like this? If you were smart like me Ron you’d be studying. You’ll be at Hogwarts in a few years …” All poor Ron wanted was to play quidditch. |
1969 was the best year for music EVER!!!!!!!!!!!! *cries* Luna Lovegood was in love with Neville Longbottom. She’d realized it when she’d bought him the pair of dragonhide gloves. She’d gone to buy gum and she’d come out with the pair of gloves, a garden pipe, gum, and the understanding that love’s funny. It was funny because she didn’t know when it had come, how it had crept in or why the cheeky little blighter had decided Neville should be the one she’d fall for. Luna found herself falling often too, when she got to thinking of him. She was careful not to think of Neville going on stairs. |
His hands danced deftly over the piano playing Gershwin to crowds waiting at the station. Making her nervous and not for the first time she wondered if she couldn’t subtly use her wand to smash his fingers. It wasn’t a dislike of Gershwin or muggles … but really, couldn’t he play something slow and soft? She was on tenterhooks here … train after train coming into the station … the stupid oaf hadn’t bothered to tell her which one … If indeed he was coming. The whistle blew. She turned in time to see another train coming into the station. |
“Kneazle.” “Bless you,” Ron said. “No you twit, Crookshanks is a kneazle.” Hermione said. “No need for name—,” Ginny stopped at a glare from Ron. Hermione was crying. “Hermione, you all right?” Ron asked. Now Ginny glared at the boy. “Why would he run away?” Ginny pushed Ron at Hermione, and bumping into her, he gave her an apologetic look. Then she did the oddest thing wrapping her arms around him, she cried on his shoulder. “There … there now,” Ron said. Ginny made a gesture, he should rub her back but mistaking it’s meaning he patted her shoulder. |
“It’s a bird,” Ottery. “It’s a plane,” Neville. “No it’s superman,” Luna. Neville and Ottery turned to look at the smiling girl. “What? Isn’t that how the line goes? Because that’s an owl,” she said. True enough it was a snowy white owl coming straight at them. “Duck and cover Hedwig’s finally gone rogue, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,” Ottery screamed jumping into the brush. Luna put her arm out. The owl descended lightly, hooting condescendingly at Ottery. “It’s a note from Harry,” she said. “Seems they’ve found Crooks,” Neville added. “Hmm … just the same … no treats for you Hedwig,” Ottery frowned. |
Harry was sitting in the garden of the Weasley’s household. “So that’s what Brazil’s like,” he said. “Aaaaaah, the coffee,” the snake answered, “None like it in the world. Strong too, and carnaval …” Harry laughed, then covered his mouth. It was late evening, everyone was sleeping, he was sure he shouldn’t be out, but there had been a rapping at the boy’s bedroom window and … well the snake had climbed all the way up the pipe just to talk to him. “But how’d you know I was here?” Harry asked. “A little bird told me,” the Python replied. |
“Animagus,” the boy read the book bored. The entry explained something about humans that could magically become animals. He sighed and closed the book, Mr. Binder secretly giving a sigh of relief as the muggle boy put the book back on the shelf. “Don’t much fancy fantasy books, got anything on science?” the boy asked kindly. “Right this way sir,” Mr. Binder said leading the boy to the science section. A red haired girl grabbed the book, A beginner’s guide to the wizarding world, by Beverly Brittanica. “Oh I love fairy tales,” she said walking to the counter to pay. |
Cat walked down the street, balancing on the edge of the sidewalk, his friend Pharaoh asked, “And can you make a patronus?” “Yeah, easy, once you’ve mastered global apparition and occlumens,” Cat answered sarcastically. “What, think I’m Harry Potter? I’m barely a first year.” Pharaoh pushed his friend into the empty street. Said something obscene. Cat ran to the boy, “What’s your problem?” “I don’t like sarcasm with my answers thanks.” “Stupid jerk,” Cat said walking off. Pharaoh watched him. It’d been silly to think they’d still stay friends … not when he was a Gryffindor and Cat in Slytherin. |
“Thought he was going to take her from me Thomas Rourke did,” the old man said, as the boys all sat around listening rapturously to their grandfather. “Now Da,” Molly Weasley complained, but the children shushed her. “Well I called him out to a duel. I said, if anyone thinks they’re going to take my Jane Darling from me they’re a shade of red too ripe if you ask me.” “So there we were in the snow and the rain …” Ron asked, “With pistols, grandpa?” “No, bloody things, with wands of course, like proper wizards. Seven guesses who won.” |
Ah, Ford LTD's ... “Whaddaya think?” Ron asked, showing the dark haired boy what was under the cover. “Well … it’s nice Ron,” Ottery replied. He had rather hoped it was a Ferrari. “But it’s just a muggle car, mate. My Dad’s got one. Ford LTD.” “It’s not a muggle car, it can do stuff. C’mon.” Flying by the river, Ottery turned to Ron, “Cool mate but … I think I’m gonna be sick.” “Sorry, haven’t had much practice with this thing,” Ron said, turning the car on it’s side so Ottery could use the window. While tending his sheep poor Mr. Juniper … |
They walked down from the big dark manor that was Fortunato’s friends home. Halloween, they were both dressed for the occasion, Fortunato in motley. “Here I thought only castles had dungeons,” Fortunato said drunkenly. “Oh no friend, you’ll find these old houses … but it’s really more of a cellar, to keep the wine cool.” The man led Fortunato through the long drafty tunnels under his house, to a wall with shackles. “Torture chamber?” “No, that would be the pit with the pendulum in it,” the man said darkly. “You’re joking of course,” Fortunato asked but his friend just smiled. |
we're almost done here kiddies ... The boy with the tuxedo, wearing the dark glasses, the top hat, the cane with the white cat stood at the top of the hill surveying the sleepy little town, a wicked smile on his face. His eyes wandered over the city, the train station with it’s few ins and outs, the mad hatter’s shop, the silly old fool had offered to trade him for a white top, he’d said it looked better, the book shop, the coffee shop. None of these things interested him. No, just the house if you could call that shack … standing outside the city. |
She had waited and he hadn’t come. She started to sigh, but she wouldn’t let herself cry. He had promised her too many times … “I’ll be on the next train,” he’d said and she’d replied, “If you’re not, I will be. I won’t wait for you again.” She picked up her suitcase then stopped. She laughed. Walking out of the carriage off a train, dressed like a waiter was he, the boy she’d waited for. He tripped the train he’d been holding flying in the air, it’s contents crashed on his head, and he had egg on his face. |
“… Don’t know if I’ll ever see you again and …” Ginny said, standing on the stairs. “ … Didn’t want you to think …” “Ginny — ” “We’re not still friends.” Ron and Hermione stood there a moment. Hermione grabbed Ron’s arm, “Well be outside.” “We’ve never ever been friends Gin, you’ve always been more to me than that.” She ran into his arms. It was a long kiss. Expecting to find tears running down her face, instead she smiled, “Take care Harry, we’ve got to talk about when you come home.” He nodded; yet again, she’d left him speechless. |
♥♥♥♥♥ “How’d you summon that?” Ron asked the dark haired boy. “Why is it whenever something crazy like this happens everyone automatically thinks I did it?” Hermione, Harry, Ginny, and Ron all looked at the boy. “I didn’t do it,” Ottery whispered, as a green goliath rampaged downtown Ottery St. firing his radioactive breath destroying the factory. “I used to like that place … didn’t know what they made, but I liked the building,” Harry said. “I think brooms, no?” Ottery suggested. “A shrinking potion wouldn’t hurt either,” Ginny added. “Where’s Professor Snape when you need him,” Hermione remarked to glares. |
♥♥♥♥♥ “That’s not the point, Ron,” Ottery objected. Sometimes saying things was downright difficult. Playing with words was a game Ottery loved but it could be so irritating sometimes trying to give a meaning without losing your subtlety. Sadly, Ronald couldn’t appreciate subtlety he warranted the direct approach. “Uuuuuuuuuuh, I swear sometimes Ronald Weasley …” “Chocolate frog?” “I love you Ronald,” Ottery smiled as the boy gave him the candy. “You just love chocolate,” Ron laughed. “So what were you saying before?” “Oh nothing, I just love rainy day Sundays,” he said. The boys lay on the bed playing wizard’s chess. |
♥♥♥♥♥ “Captain Ron Weasley is it,” the boy asked. “That’s me, and that’s me booty,” Ron said pointing at the boy and the treasure chest he was sitting on. “Yeah, about that captain,” the boy began, “could someone loosen these ropes, tight.” “You’re a prisoner.” “In more ways than one, but this gold belongs to the queen.” “Of England?” “No, I meant the Queen of France …” “Trying to be funny, mate?” “No,” Ottery said, as the captain put his sword at the boy’s throat. “Oh, hell, mind if I join your pirates? Need a new job anyways.” “Welcome aboard matey.” |
He had many names, the old stray cat. He was Socks to one family, Boots to another, Tramp and Pompadour, Emperor Chang, and Harriet though he was a boy cat to someone else. Being everyone’s he was really no one’s … except the town of Ottery St. Catchpole where he had made his home. The old man walked out of his house and smiled when he recognized the cat. “She married someone else. But then again you knew that … you were the smart one, you never left,” the old man said. The cat meowed his regret. Life was funny. |
All my shorts but one I lovingly dedicate to my sweet Lissy ♥♥♥♥♥ “We don’t have time for this Ron,” the dark haired boy remarked. “We can’t save the world in our pajamas,” the red haired boy objected. Ottery grabbed the boy’s arm and dragged him out of the house. “What’s going on? Where are the death eaters? Where’s Ginny?” Ottery asked the crowd gathered outside the burrow. “What death eaters, what are you on about?” Hermione asked. Something brightly exploded in the sky. The boys turned to find Fred and George setting off fireworks. “Lucky mum and dad are on vacation,” Ginny remarked. “She’d a skinned them for scaring us like that.” |
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