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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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