Tri-Wizard Tournament Challenge II
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hogwartsishomeTri-Wizard Tournament Challenge II
1. The contest is based on whomever from each community comes up with the best drabble replies to the prompts.
2. You may collaborate with each other privately to proofread, but the Judges may not see your entries -- they will be judging the three final anonymously. You also must write you own -- no helping to actually write. ;)
3. At the closing time (noon EST on the 5th) one of the judges should post "closed" at the bottom of the post.
McGonagall walks into the room, brandishing large stacks of scrolls, which she begins handing out to the competitors.
This is a drabble challenge. Your task is to write five drabbles (short pieces of fanfiction) of no less than 75 words and no more than 125 words. These drabbles must be somehow related to Harry Potter.
In addition, each of these drabbles must relate to one of the prompts below. For example, if the prompt was three, you could write about the three types of balls in Quidditch, you could write about the Golden Trio, or you could write a drabble where one of the characters says the word "three". Be creative - creativity is one of the things that will win you points in this challenge.
One prompt per drabble; one drabble per prompt.
- ring
- 'all over you'
- Babylon
- boys (or girls) of summer
- fire
You have until Friday at noon, EST.
Please submit your Drabbles in a screened comment below -- all 5 should be within one comment. Remember, if you have any questions, please direct them to the questions post in the TWT Community --![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
3wizardjudges! Best of luck to you all!
Bunny // Gryffindor // Mod
1. The contest is based on whomever from each community comes up with the best drabble replies to the prompts.
2. You may collaborate with each other privately to proofread, but the Judges may not see your entries -- they will be judging the three final anonymously. You also must write you own -- no helping to actually write. ;)
3. At the closing time (noon EST on the 5th) one of the judges should post "closed" at the bottom of the post.
McGonagall walks into the room, brandishing large stacks of scrolls, which she begins handing out to the competitors.
This is a drabble challenge. Your task is to write five drabbles (short pieces of fanfiction) of no less than 75 words and no more than 125 words. These drabbles must be somehow related to Harry Potter.
In addition, each of these drabbles must relate to one of the prompts below. For example, if the prompt was three, you could write about the three types of balls in Quidditch, you could write about the Golden Trio, or you could write a drabble where one of the characters says the word "three". Be creative - creativity is one of the things that will win you points in this challenge.
One prompt per drabble; one drabble per prompt.
- ring
- 'all over you'
- Babylon
- boys (or girls) of summer
- fire
You have until Friday at noon, EST.
Please submit your Drabbles in a screened comment below -- all 5 should be within one comment. Remember, if you have any questions, please direct them to the questions post in the TWT Community --
3wizardjudges! Best of luck to you all!Bunny // Gryffindor // Mod
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Date: 2005-08-02 10:30 pm (UTC)Drabble #1: ring
Features Harry and Madam Hooch. Background information: in the Harry Potter video games, flying is nothing sort of ridiuclous. I'm sure the characters would think so if they had to do it this way too. Word length: 121
Harry looked less than impressed with the way the flying lesson was being carried out.
"Madam Hooch..." he started. "Are you sure about this?"
She nodded vigorously, "it's a new way to make sure you'll stay on course."
He stared at her almost incredulously, "but I can stay on course."
She ignored his cheek, "fly through the rings, Potter."
He grumbled under his breath, then mounted his broomstick. Fly through some gold rings around the school, he thought bitterly.
It was probably the worst idea he had encountered for a flying lesson, but grudgingly, he put up with it. He had no choice, and he didn't want any more trouble at school. He got into enough without complaining.
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Drabble 2: 'all over you'
Charcters: Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson. Word length: 123
Draco Malfoy looked down at the pale white skin of Pansy Parkinson's forearm. On the underside of it, plain for him to see was something he had never thought he would see on her.
More than that, it was something he never wanted to see. Not on her. This wasn't what he wanted for her; he wanted her to stay out of it. There was too much risk involved, too much to worry about, and he knew it wasn't for her.
When he asked her why she had gone through with it and gotten the Dark Mark imprinted on her arm, she merely shrugged and looked at him with a small smile.
"All over you," she had told him simply.
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Drabble 3: Babylon
Characters: Hermione, Ron, Harry. Word length: 107
"Babylon," Hermione said.
Ron and Harry both turned and looked at her, wondering just what she was going on about. Not that that was anything new. She never really explained herself.
"The hanging gardens," she said again. "That's what this school needs. I've been reading about them, and I really think that things like that could brighten up the place. I wonder if there's a spell."
With that, she rushed off towards the library.
Ron and Harry both shook their heads as they went back to their game of Wizard Chess. Leave it to Hermione to want to beautify the school with a spell.
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Drabble 4: boys (or girls) of summer
Characters: Hermione, Harry, Ron. Word length: 121
Ron Weasley looked amazed at the sight before him. He grew up a wizard, and there were so many things in the non-magical "Muggle" world that he had never heard of before, much less seen.
The "boys of summer" was one of those rare sights to behold.
As he sat with his two best friends, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, he wondered why he had never been introduced to this game of baseball before. They understood it quite well and cheered at all the right moments, but he wasn't so sure just yet.
What he was sure of, however, was that he wanted to see this game more often.
Maybe the Muggle world wasn't so bad after all.
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Drabble 5: fire
Characters: Hermione, Harry. Word length: 100
Harry frowned as he looked at the scene in front of him.
Hermione Granger, his best friend, dead in the second war. He knew there would be casualties, he just didn't know that one would be her. The shock he felt was proof of that. He wasn't angry, he wasn't upset - he was simply shocked.
He blinked as he saw it - blue fire, her speciality. She never did teach him that spell.
As he thought about it, he realized it was a good thing. No matter what the situation, blue flames would always remind him of her.
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Carrie - Gryffindor
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Date: 2005-08-03 01:43 am (UTC)All over you
“So, you’re dumping me for that jerk? Just cause I got a little fat?” Narcissa Black stated as she walked up to her ex-girlfriend, brushing off the kiss she tried to great her with.
“What the hell are you talking about? And you’re not fat, you’re pregnant.” Lily replied.
“Potter? The other day? At Floreans? He was all over you.”
“Ohhh. That. He was trying to get me to have sex with him. Apparently Remus and Sirius wanted him to ‘play’ with them and now he’s all confused.”
“Well, are you going to?”
“Maybe, I mean you get to have sex with Lucius. Now come on, I know who I want all over me.”
“Just don’t get pregnant.”
Babylon
“James, are you sure you want to do this. I mean it’s not like you haven’t had sex with Remus and Sirius before,” Lily asked from the bed she was waiting for James in.
“I’m as sure about this as I’m sure about the fact that Babylon existed. Besides, that was at school, this is different.”
Lily sighed and threw her hands up. “Fine, get naked. We’ll have sex and then you’ll go play with your boys, but if I get pregnant you’re marrying me.”
“You’re such a romantic Lily,” James said as he took off his pants and climbed into bed, “No wonder Narcissa stays with you. Right, so lets have our completely heterosexual sex.”
“Then lets get back to our gay sex.”
Ring
“James, I’m pregnant.”
“Narcissa get you preggers did she?”
“Damn it James, listen to me and stop thinking about your all boys orgy that you’re going to have tonight. I am pregnant,” Lily shrieked.
James glanced up from his work for a moment and looked at the girl he’d known for ages and had sex with all of once and stared. “Not from Narcissa?” he asked weakly.
“What do you think dumbass? I knew that was a bad idea. I’m pregnant and it’s all your fault.”
“Well, I think that this means I’ll have to buy you a ring now.”
Fire
Narcissa stared at the girl on her bed, the girl with fire for hair and emeralds for eyes, the girl who had been her girlfriend for the better part of four years, since their 6th year at Hogwarts, the girl who had just said she was-
“I told you not to get pregnant you know.”
“It was one time, with James. Ugh, and now we’re getting married.” Lily glanced up at her girlfriend and smiled coyly, “But you know what they, sex when you’re pregnant is the best, and with both of us-”
“It should be doubly good,” Narcissa finished before kissing her and going under the covers.
Boys of Summer
*I ran out of characters, last drabble in next post
Maia//Ravenclaw
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Date: 2005-08-03 01:44 am (UTC)James smiled as he watched his two best friends go at it. Watched as Remus ran his hands over Sirius’s body, licking him from neck to cock. Watched as he started sucking it and watched Sirius squirm and pant. Watched Remus expertly flip Sirius over and started preparing him and watched as Remus suddenly stopped and turned towards him.
“James, are you sure you don’t want to come join us?”
“Nah, Lily’s 8 months pregnant, she’ll kill me if she finds out I was with you guys when she can’t be with Narcissa.
Remus shrugged and turned back towards Sirius leaving James to watch and to know that in a month the boys of summer (and the rest of the year) would be back.
Maia//Ravenclaw
Here are my drabbles.
Date: 2005-08-03 02:10 am (UTC)1. ring,
And so they were created; five rings for the trolls whose love of gold drove them, four for the giants who possessed great size and strength, three for the werewolves whose dichotomy was a constant duel, and two for the wizards who were the most powerful of all the creatures. There was a final ring created; however, one ring that could rule them all. It was this small token that severed the wizarding community, pitting family against family, brother against brother, bringing all the creatures together only to tear themselves apart. There is hope, though. They say there is a boy who will grow up to save them all: a chosen one, and he wears the scar to prove it.
2. ‘all over you’,
“Ron, what is all over you?,” cried Harry when he saw his friend enter the common room from his trip “to the library.”
“What are you talking about, Harry?” replied Ron bewildered.
“All over your face. Look in the mirror.”
Ron turned and saw his reflection, “Bloody hell! I’ve got pimples all over my face!”
“Yeah, you do,” said Harry trying to hide a smirk.
Just then Hermione came strolling in with her usual matter-of-fact aura.
“Hermione! My face!” shrieked Ron.
“I’m quite aware of your infliction, Ronald. It serves you right.”
“Serves me right?!”
“Yes, I jinxed your lips so that when you ran off to snog another girl you would breakout into hideous pimples. I was right to assume that you would, obviously.”
3. Babylon,
“Back in Babylon a Ruler by the name of Hammurabi,” droned Professor Binns, “set forth the legal system aptly dubbed the Hammurabi Code. From this we get the notion, ‘an eye for an eye’...”
“’An eye for an eye’?” thought Harry daydreaming. “I bet it would be cool to have that eye of Moody’s.”
“If I could switch my eye with Moody’s eye, I would get snogged all the time! Bloody hell, I have to work on that asap,” mused Ron.
The two boys looked at each other, and the scheming started without a single word being spoken. They just grinned.
“Don’t even think about it, guys. I’ve already tried and it’s like that thing’s attached or something.,” interjected Neville bringing everyone back to reality.
4. Boy (and Girls) of Summer,
Have you ever wondered what the professors at Hogwarts do when the weather gets hot and the classrooms quiet? There’s no cooler place to be during the summer months than chilling at Dumbledore’s pad heating it up by the pool. All the hippest teachers do it: Minerva, Poppy, Trelawney and her wacky high jinks. Why even Professor Severus Snape drops on by to run the blender, coming up with unique concoctions to serve to his peers (you know, he is a potions master.) So although Harry could wait all summer by his window at 4 Privet and never get an invite, Dumbledore’s soiree is the hottest event drawing all the boys and girls of summer.
5. fire,
“What is it, Harry?” inquired Arthur Weasley as he closely examined the little plastic tool.
“A lighter, Mr. Weasley,” replied Harry nonchalantly.
“Am I safe to assume it has something to do with light?” he asked his curiosity piqued.
“Uh, it produces fire so I guess it does.”
“Fire?! You must show me how it works,” he exclaimed as he clumsily handed the lighter back to Harry.
With the flick of his thumb Harry sparked the lighter and held it for Mr. Weasley to see.
“Amazing these muggles, I tell you. Fire in their hands. Next they’ll invent a way to cool air or something crazy like that. That will be the day, Harry my boy.”
Melissa, Gryffindor
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Date: 2005-08-03 03:23 am (UTC)The ring. It was held in his hands, as he twirled it around, watching a rainbow of colors twirl against the diamond center. This, was the ring Harry was going to give Ginny, right before he will ask her to be his wife. He had only a few hours left, before he would go and see her for dinner. He had this night planned for weeks, but now as his stomach turned in knots, he was slowly forgetting everything that he had planned. He needed it to be perfect, for his on nervous sake. This ring, was the symbol for his love to Ginny, and to him, this one beautiful ring meant, his entire world.
'All over you'-
Harry was laying on a sofa in the Common Room, with Ginny curled up next to him. That previous day, they won the Quidditch cup. Harry couldn't believed he'd won Ginny's heart too. He wasn't expecting her to like him back. Hermione had once said, "Ginny is all over you, and that crush she used to have is now gone." How could this be, when Ginny was his girlfriend?
"Gin?"
"Yes?"
"Did you ever get over me, like Hermione said?"
No Harry, I didn't. Hermione miss understood me. I hadn't said I was over you, I had said I gave up on you, because I thought liking you was pointless. But... I guess it wasn't."
"No, it wasn't." He smiled with joy.
Babylon-
Hermione was in the library, studying for Ancient Runes, a favorite subject of hers. Her assigment was to look up the wiazrds who inhabited the Ancient city of Babylon, and write a foot long essay about it. She read about five pages on the city, when she realized that an ancestor of Salazar Slytherin lived in the city in about 300 BC. This would mean that Slytherin might had had some roots there, and that Voldemort might have hidden a Horcrux there. She was trying hard to help Harry find the four remaining Horcruxes. She slammed the book shut, and ran off through the corridor, looking for Harry.
Boys or girls of summer-
The summer after Dumbledore's funeral, was one of the best Harry had ever had. He, Ron, Fred, George, Hermione, and Ginny were unseperable. They spent all of their time at the Burrow, mainly because of Bill and Fleur's wedding. But they were also all becoming very close. They hated to see summer end because they would be seperated. Fred and George would go back to their shop, and Ginny, was going to stay with them since Hogwarts was shut down. He Ron and Hermione, were going to stay at Godric's Hollow, and search for the Horcruxes. After he defeated Voldemort, he knew they would all be runited again. But for now, they were the boys and girls of summer, and that was enough for him.
Fire-
"FIRE IN THE COMMON ROOM! FIRE IN THE COMMON ROOM!" bellowed a loud deep voice, which made Ron and Harry jump a foot in the air, out of their beds. They smelt smoke, and rushed with Dean, Seamus, and Neville, out of the dormitory. Once in the hall, everything was gray with smoke everywhere.
"Couldn't McGonagall have gotten rid of it? We're not muggles you know!" asked Ron with frustration.
Harry said nothing and kept walking towards the exit. Once arriving there, the smoked cleared, they saw Hermione glaring angrily at someone. They looked over and saw Fred and George with huge grins on their faces. Immediately Harry realized the date. 1st April, 2am.
"Very funny," He said to the twins, with an annoyed grin.
Tiffany / Hufflepuff
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Date: 2005-08-04 12:26 am (UTC)Jack glanced back at the rings behind him, setting himself up to block the shot. He knew he was good, but a lot of that came from knowing where those rings were and blocking the angles. Simple theory; block the rings and the quaffle can’t go in. Block the player and they won’t find the space. Angles and rings, hoops and lines, it was all about physics, and instinct. Being able to know what the other player will do, where they’ll go. Have your body trained enough to just move in time to the rhythm of the games, the players, without thinking. It was all adrenaline and instinct and training. Like nothing else in the world.
All over you
She ran down the stairs as fast as she could desperately looking for something, Anything. It wouldn’t be long now and she couldn’t very well do it right on the hallway floor could she? Professor Flitwick had let her out specifically to find it.
She turned a corner at breakneck speed, running headfirst into the Head Boy. The very cute, very single, Head Boy. But the pressure on her stomach from the impact was too much.
“Oh my god.” She said, “I’m so sorry. I just threw up all over you.”
Babylon
There were whispers all over the castle, and it seemed to be more rampant in the Hufflepuff common room. It seemed almost everywhere she turned, she heard someone whispering the name ‘Babylon’. And everyone seemed to stop whispering the moment they saw her.
“Jessie? I’ve…well I’ve heard something.” Her voice lowered to the quietest whisper. “I…I think I know where Babylon is. Do you want to go?”
“Yes, yes of course!!” Jessie beamed and the two ran outside of the castle, coming to stop near one of the entrances to the gardens. They walked through the archway, covered with hanging plants, and there were suddenly tons of people there, yelling ‘Surprise!’ and ‘Happy Birthday!’.
‘Babylon, Jessie, is your own hanging gardens for your birthday.”
boys (or girls) of summer
Jack laughed out loud at Pat’s remark as they lounged in the Ravenclaw common room. “Oh you want to know do you? Want to know all of my brilliant escapades with the muggle girls last summer? All the fantastic snogging that went on? Well Pat, mate, as you would say, a gentleman never tells. But there were many, each more lovely than the last. Becky was grand, Liz was incredible, Nikki is an absolute doll, and well there’s really too many to describe, not to their full potential at least.”
Pat laughed at Jack’s reminiscing. “Ha, you probably just don’t remember them all, do you mate?”
fire
Dumbledore sighed. At least he didn’t have to fire defense against the dark arts teachers. They all seemed to leave on their own. He sat down, Remus’ resignation letter in his hands. The man had been a really rather exceptional teacher. But Albus couldn’t deny the letters from the parents, or the board. There was only so much he could do in order to stay at Hogwarts, stay where he was most needed.
So he’d asked Remus to keep in touch, as much as possible, as the events centering around Harry escalated. If only the children had had more teachers like Remus. There had been so much time wasted, time they couldn’t get back, and that was time that they sorely needed.
Lauren/arellyn/ravenclaw
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Date: 2005-08-04 02:04 am (UTC)Ring
“What the…when’d you get that, Hermione?” Ron asked at breakfast, pointing at a ring she was wearing on her middle finger. It was a simple gold band.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, looking flustered. “Just this morning…f-from Viktor.” She looked away, a hint of a blush on her face. Ron’s look, however, darkened into a scowl.
“That so? Have a little inscription I bet, maybe ‘For Hermy-ow-ninny‘?” Ron snidely commented at the way the foreign superstar pronounced her name. “Let me see!” He reached out and snatched at her hand.
Hermione stifled a giggle as the ring came to life and tried to bite Ron! As he swat wildly at it, trying to get away from him, she slipped a note to Harry.
“From Hagrid, Anti-Theft Ring.”
'All over you'
“So…enjoying your newfound, er…relationship with Lavender?” Harry shot at Ron as they walked to their next class.
“’Course!…Why wouldn’t I?” Ron glanced at him suspiciously. He and Hermione had been taking shots at him ever since they started going out, saying they looked like a narcissistic octopus.
“I’m just saying, y’know…she’s always just all over you.”
“Yea, but that’s the good part!”
“No, I mean literally. Last night I almost thought she was having a solo snog session she was hiding you so well.”
“Yea…and?”
Harry sighed and left the conversation at that, silently thinking to himself as he remembered his stint with Cho, recalling her face around him constantly and shining with tears over Cedric. Don’t you ever want her OFF?
Babylon
It was another night of relaxing after continued cleaning at the Order’s headquarters as Harry and Ron lay awake talking to each other.
“I just can’t believe Dudley’s gotten interested in sci-fi…He spent a whole day watching a Babylon marathon!” Harry told Ron after the subject of “those muggles“ came up.
Ron spit out the water he had been sipping. “Babylon?!?! Is he nutters?! That place is awful!!”
“What?…Nono, it’s a TV show the muggles put on about people in space and aliens and whatnot.” Harry explained to him.
“Oh…” Ron calmed down and started breathing regularly again. Some time passed before he added, “I bet its still pretty bad, though.”
“Yea. Yea, it is.”
Boys/Girls of Summer
“Hey, Harry, what’d you do over summer?” Hermione asked him during a quiet lunch at Grimmauld Place. She was answered by a groan that sounded annoyed and painful.
“Don’t you remember? I was cooped up at the Dursleys’ all month without ANY word from you lot.”
She looked slightly embarrassed, “W-Well, it was really hot…did you ever go swimming or anything?”
He sighed heavily, “No, Hermione, they didn’t let me go anywhere I might enjoy myself.”
“Oh…I wish you could’ve come swimming with me! It was great, I got a new suit and everything! I’d never worn a two-piece before…”
Harry didn’t answer, still slightly bitter. Ron, however, looked shocked and turned intently on his food thinking to himself. Wonder if she has a picture…
Fire
Students coughed as smoke flooded their vision. They were practicing a spell in D.A.D.A. to create a fire that, while not hot, would burn anything but the caster. To “encourage” them, Moody had set tiny Imps on them, declaring that noone would be dismissed until every Imp was down.
After a long firefight, there were no more Imps flitting around. Determined to ask a question before dismissal, Hermione raised her hand. “P-Professor *hack* Moody? Why is wizards’ fire not hot? I thought fire was the release of energy as matter decomposed. So what is it?”
Moody whipped out his wand and shot down the last Imp, which had been trying to sneak up on her. As she whirled to look, he growled, “Convenient, of course.”
I hope my entries can be considered and above that, I hope you enjoy them!
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Date: 2005-08-04 03:45 pm (UTC)Harry raised his eyes and looked at the ring of robed people surrounding him. He scanned their faces, unable to see anyone's identity due to the white mask covering each one.
His eyes reached the final Death Eater and he clenched his fists. Snape.
The arrogant bastard wasn't even wearing his mask, daring Harry to raise his wand and try something. Harry's body shook as his hand twitched near his wand, raising a familiar sneer from his former professor.
"Do it, Potter. You've been wanting to ever since I killed him."
Harry's hand touched his wand through his robes.
"What?" Snape sneered, stepping forward, breaking his ranks. "Are you a coward?"
2) 'all over you'- 85 words
Ron walked slowly into the common room, his eyes staring at the ground, ignoring the laughter all around as everyone looked towards him.
He heard footsteps, and then heard her voice before he saw her feet come into view.
"Ron, what is that all over you? Is that seaweed?"
He looked up at Hermione, standing next to Harry trying not to laugh.
Ron smiled sheepishly and looked down at his feet. "I fell in the lake and the giant squid had to throw me out."
3) Babylon- 125 words
Smoke filled the room, clouding his senses as he pushed his way towards the door on the other side.
Opening the door quickly, Harry looked around the room, his wand at the ready; Moody's voice in his mind yelling "CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" over and over again.
It was then that he saw her. She was smirking from the corner, watching him intently.
Bellatrix stood up and walked towards him, ignoring his shaking wand pointed directly at her heart.
"Well, if it isn't the Whore of Babylon," he said calmly, only his hand betraying his anger.
She smiled and walked behind him, running her hand over his shoulders, laughing as he flinched at her touch.
"Funny," she said. "That's what Sirius used to call me as well."
4) boys (or girls) of summer- 123 words
Harry's eyes opened slowly, blinking at the sunlight flooding in through the open window. He got up and walked over to it, the floorboards creaking under his feet as he rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up.
He reached the window and looked down into the yard where the Weasley boys were all fighting in the hot summer sun. The heat was beating down on them, their shirtless backs already beginning to grow red from the sun.
Harry watched, jealous of the love and friendship they all shared.
Ron looked up and saw Harry watching them from the window. Smiling, he yelled up at him.
"Come on Harry! You're missing all the fun!"
Harry laughed and nodded, turning to go join his family.
5) Fire- 122 words
Harry had seen enough fire in his life.
He'd walked through it his first year. Baptism by fire, right?
He'd felt the flames rushing through him second year as the venom seeped through his veins in the chamber
Third year he'd been lucky. Sometimes he thought he'd have to pay for that later.
Then there was that damn Goblet.
Fifth year he had paid that price. Risked it all on one fireside chat with a house-elf, paid for it with his godfather's life.
Now he stared at the white flames surrounding his mentor's body. One more life lost, one more piece of kindling thrown onto the fire inside him.
He'd make Voldemort pay, and what better way than to watch him burn?
BJ // Ravenclaw
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Date: 2005-08-04 07:30 pm (UTC)“Just lucky I guess,” responded his reflection.
“Oh, shut up!” He yelled and walked into his bedroom. He reached inside his pocket. The tickets to ‘The Phantom of the Opera,’ Lily’s favorite play, were there. He checked the other pocket and felt nothing. “Where is it?”
“Hey genius, it’s in here.” His reflection called from the bathroom. James ran into the bathroom, grabbed the box and opened it. The ring was still inside. His stomach quivered.
“This is the night I’m gonna ask Lily to marry me. Wish me luck.” He put the ring in his pocket and headed for the door.
“Good luck.”
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“Hermione, why are you taking that muggle studies class? You’re muggle-born.” Ron asked.
“I was just curious about how the wizarding world interprets muggle history. Right now, we’re studying Jewish history, right before the Babylonian exile. Supposedly the Pharisee was a wizard who used spells to show the presence of God. When some traveling wizards found out, they destroyed the temple; forcing everyone into exile. It’s really quite fascinating.”
“Oh yeah, real fascinating. Some wizard uses his powers to fool the muggles into following him. Like that doesn’t happen.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, how do you think all those infomercial people make all those products? They use magic and sell it to muggles to make easy money. It’s disgusting really.”
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Fred and George apparated near the Burrow and started walking. “You think they’ll be surprised to see us, George?”
“Course they will. They think we’re at the shop.”
“You sure that the letter said that Harry and Hermione were there?” George asked.
“Yeah, Bill and Charlie are there, too.”
“What about Phlegm?”
“She went to go visit her sister.”
“That’s good.” The sun was almost set as they topped the hill. Fred and George froze. The Dark mark illuminated the sky and a pile of burnt rubble. Eight charred bodies were lying around various parts of the remains of the building.
“Welcome home boys,” said a voice behind them. A high pitched cackle filled the air and green light surrounded them.
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Draco ran across the beach, toward the cave, with Crabbe and Goyle following. “We’re almost there.” Draco called. He waited for them before going inside.
“It’s a lot nicer in here.” Crabbe said. They laid down on the stone, letting the cold rocks cool their sweating bodies.
“I’m so glad to be here with you guys.” Draco said. A figure came out of the dark and they recognized Snape. Draco stood. “We’ve come, just like you asked.” Snape smiled at them. This would be the best summer ever.
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Sirius climbed out of the lake onto the dock, but someone was waiting. “Hagrid!”
“What were you doin’ in the lake, Sirius?”
“Oh, I was just, uh, swimming.”
“A swim, eh? What’s that all over your arm?”
Sirius looked down and saw that the squid slime he collected had spilled. “Oh, it’s nothing.” He tried to hide it, but it was too late.
“That’s squid slime, that is. Professor Dumbledore won’t be happy about this. Didn’t he tell your lot to leave that squid alone?”
“Hagrid, please don’t bring me to Dumbledore. If I get sent to his office once more, I’ll have detention for a month!”
Hagrid smiled, “Alright then, just no more swimming in that lake, y’hear?”
betta~Hufflepuff
Ring
Date: 2005-08-05 03:22 am (UTC)Neville is known for not usually being up to par in his studies, but Herbology happens to be one of his strong suits. He could tell you what the proper plant is to cure dragon pox, or how many times a Squidulous Tentalera needs to be milked a year. So when he was able to successfully plant a ring of Pixie Pods for the Spring Festival, his praise were few but exceptional.
Sarah
Gryffindor
All Over You
Date: 2005-08-05 03:35 am (UTC)Ron received the full blast of the jets in his face, he put his hands up over his face to block more from drowning him, “ok ok, I give up.”
Hermione lowered her wand laughing joyously, “are you sure you don’t want more? I think the green goes well with you.” She was to the ground with giggles.
Ron stood a moment frowning , then seizing his chance while Hermione was bent double, he shouted “I’m gonna be all over you!” and tackled her to the ground, with furious tickling fingers.
Sarah
Gryffindor
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Date: 2005-08-05 03:38 am (UTC)Hermione Granger sat up straight and looked out the window. The fields behind the Burrow were dark, but had a certain glow to it as the sun went down. She held in her hand a small ring, one that fit just right on her ring finger of her left hand. Sighing, Hermione glanced down at the ring. She could not find the will to put it back on. The ring stood for love, for hope, but all of those feelings have left her.
The feelings had left her the same time the love of her life, Ron Weasley, had died during the final battle against the Death Eaters. Ever since then, Hermione’s life was never the same. She only felt one thing: grief.
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"All Over You"
Ginny Weasley walked into her flat, looking around for her fiancée, Harry Potter. “Harry,” she called out. No answer. She walked into the kitchen, and there he was. He was covered in dirt, grass, and sweat. Ginny knew he must have had a long Quidditch practice.
“Look at you! You’ve got dirt all over you!” she said, trying to brush some away. “Haven’t you heard of a shower?” Harry just smiled. He inched closer to her.
“Actually, I was waiting for you to see if you would like to join me in the shower,” he said, with a wink.
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"Babylon" (I'm basing this on this definition: A “Babylon” is any place of sin and corruption.)
Azkaban was a dark and dreary place. Draco Malfoy sat in the corner of his cell, trying not to look at the dementors are they passed him by. He felt so cold.
“This place is a place of sin and corruption,” the guard told him as he entered Azkaban for the first time. The guard moved in a little closer to him and snarled. “Your own personal Babylon.” Draco shuddered at the thought.
He was alone, because of his sins and corruptions, and no one was going to help him out of this Babylon he created for himself.
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Boys of Summer
Harry and Ron lounged back in a beach chair. Although they were miles away from the beach, they couldn’t resist the temptation to lay out a few beach mats in the Burrow’s backyard. They sat there in their swim trunks, with no intention of ever swimming.
“Don’t you love the summer?” Ron asked Harry, putting his hands behind his head.
“I do,” Harry said with a smile.
Hermione and Ginny exchanged confused looks. They didn’t understand why the boys were doing this. Why in the world were they dressed for the beach in the backyard? In unison, they both sighed and said, “Boys.”
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Fire
Ron and Hermione sat in front of the fireplace, just watching the fire die down. Ron held Hermione in his arms, holding her close as if she were a precious doll. Hermione closed her eyes and rest her head on his chest.
“I could sit here for hours,” Ron said quietly, stroking her hair.
“I could too,” Hermione replied, snuggling a bit more closer. “This is perfect, just the way this is.” They sat there until the fire died out, when they decided to sleep on the couch, not caring of who would find them the next day.
Jamie, Hufflepuff
Babylon
Date: 2005-08-05 04:00 am (UTC)Sarah
Gryffindor
Boys of Summer
Date: 2005-08-05 04:19 am (UTC)“Ugh. Bloody hell Harry, what did you do that for?” Ron dove after his friend slinging sand into his wet shaggy hair. To anyone who didn’t know them, they would think that this was a scuffle between two enemies. But really it was just the boys of summer and their friendly romp with the seaweed.
Sarah
Gryffindor
Fire
Date: 2005-08-05 04:36 am (UTC)Draco leaves her until next the glowing embers ignite once more.
Sarah
Gryffindor
no subject
Date: 2005-08-05 04:54 am (UTC)Harry stared into the lake, thinking about Quidditch. Suddenly, the sun shifted to reflect a brilliant light from within the lake. He felt intrigued, and walked forward. He sunk his hand into the water and grabbed the source. A ring? Some girl probably threw it in there when her boyfriend made her mad. Maybe Hermione will know whose it is... Sighing and walked into the castle. The minute he stepped into the entrance hall, Dobby was waiting for him.
"Dobby? You look different...bonier...?"
Dobby's voice was rough, "What is that you have, Harry Potter?"
"Just a ring I found..."
"We wants it...the precious..."
"What are you talking about?"
Dobby grabbed it and skipped away, laughing. Harry shrugged off an ominous feeling and ate dinner.
#2
"You’ve got LIPSTICK all over you!" shouted Lavender.
Ron cowered, "It's not what it looks like...I swear!"
"Then what is it?"
"I – I don't know...One minute I was drinking butterbeer; the next, my face is covered with lipstick!"
"LIAR! Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe that?" She glared at him.
"..."
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
Her mouth dropped, "You can't think of a better story than that? You're pathetic. I don't know what I ever saw in you. We're through."
Ron watched, confused, as she stalked out of the Three Broomsticks. Near the fireplace, Fred whispered to George, "Excellent. We'll start marketing it straight away. I can see the advertisements now, 'Too scared to break up with your girlfriend? Here's the answer!'"
#3
Professor Binns was, as usual, droning about wars, revolts, and rebellions. Harry and Ron were, as usual, trying to stay awake by passing notes and avoiding Hermione’s disapproving stares. Hermione intercepted the most recent parchment they had been passing.
"Do you even know what he’s talking about?"
"No...something about a Drabble-thon, I think."
"What's that?"
"No idea."
She rolled her eyes and wrote, "You gits. It's Babylon, not Drabble-thon. It's an ancient city, known for being rebuilt by Nebuchadnezzar II after its destruction by the Assyrians. It's also remembered for the Hanging Gardens, one of the Seven Wonders of the World." She folded the paper neatly and handed it back.
#4
Hagrid clapped his hands to get the students’ attention. "Today's going to be an exciting lesson!" He pulled out what appeared to be small, naked, plastic dolls, with spikey hair in various neon shades.
Hermione wrinkled her nose "What do they do, Hagrid?"
"Not sure, Hermione. Thought it'd be fun for us to figure out. The fella I bought 'em from said he was sending me a group of trolls that had been abandoned, but they're much smaller than I expected. I 'spect they're shy. Haven't said a word..."
Suddenly, they heard Parvati shriek as the troll she was holding suddenly began to sing "The Boys of Summer" by Don Henley.
"Excellent, Parvati!" The class collectively sweatdropped.
#5
Ginny sat in Potions, trying to pay attention to her cauldron to make sure it didn't boil over. Unfortunately, she was too preoccupied by thoughts of Harry to really notice that the flames under her cauldron were getting slightly out of control.
She leaned over to get a closer look at the instructions in her book, and a strand of her hair slipped into the raging flames. The girl sitting beshind her screeched, "FIRE! Professor Snape, help! Her hair's on fire!!!!"
Snape looked up from grading and stared intently at Ginny. He smirked, "I see no difference."
*sigh* Sorry my formatting sucks.
Manda, Slytherin
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Date: 2005-08-05 05:06 am (UTC)Is there a wizarding version? Mom told me our rhyme was about the Black Death. We have death and plagues. But our plagues are other wizards. Hell is other people, other wizards, other witches.
There's a funny noise in my ears now, and there is a circle of people around me. They're all talking very fast, like this is a
game. But that one there wouldn't be crying if we were playing.
I'm very tired. Perhaps that's why I'm laying down.
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.
2. He is all over you. You, and every last thing that you own, and all that you do. You are tainted by him. He consumes you,
controls you.
We skulk and hide and run. Like he did, because his actions dictate that it is our turn. We follow you, blindly, because you are
our hope. We do only as we're told, because we must.
And now we fear you. Your intensity, your passion. We see how this wears on you. You are too young and our needs too great. Your anger is understandable. You need outlets.
To stop him, you became him.
We miss the friends we lost to you. But you are still our hope.
3. Muggles have a grand tradition of stomping over the world. Their history is full of examples, and they all take such pride in it. Take Alexander "the Great", who ruled their world from his Babylonian capital. A half-breed king, conquering all that he could possibly want.
But Alexander was not so great. When he died, his empire crumbled. There was nothing after death. Even the greatest of them was weak, a failure.
I will hold my empire. Death cannot stop me. I am no mere mudblood.
4. Some castles fill during the summer months, with lords and ladies, kings and queens come to play. This castle empties, leaving few behind. Anyone who claims a house elf's life is mere drudgery has obviously never experienced a Hogwarts summer.
The floors are scrubbed. The furniture is moved and cleaned. Paintings are reframed.
And banisters are polished. Hogwarts has many, many staircases, and each one has a banister that has been dulled by a school year’s worth of students. The quickest way to polish the banisters is to slide.
Dobby does not like sliding down the banisters. But he likes to watch Winky. Winky has been taken in by the other kitchen girls. They slide together, polishing banisters all over the castle, and Winky smiles.
5. “Ninety-nine bottles of mead on the wall, ninety-nine bottles of mead!”
“Leave it on the wall!”
“Ninety-eight bottles of mead!”
“It’s Firewhisky. Ogden’s Firewhisky!”
“Take one down!” Louder and louder to cover the protests.
“You can’t do that here!”
“Ninety-three bottles of mead!”
“You missed some numbers.”
The ninety-three - ninety-two - bottles of Firewhisky began to fly off the wall. Someone had muttered out a proper levitation spell. Perhaps the alcohol helped pronunciation. Oh wait, that one managed to start flames shooting out of the mouths of eighty-one remaining bottles.
“Now that’s GONE TOO FAR!” Further protests were prevented, by a solid knock of an empty Firewhisky bottle to the head.
“Pass it around!”
- Becker, Slytherin
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Date: 2005-08-05 05:16 am (UTC)Prompt one- Ring.
Lily Potter stormed into the library and slammed her books down on the table. Many students around her looked up in alarm.
“Lily, what happened?” asked her study partner.
“Nothing, Severus,”Obviously it wasn’t “nothing”. Severus raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing at all?”
“Just James. You know, sometimes I really think I hate him. He’s such a bigheaded jerk!” she screeched, her voice rising.
“Really? James told me that you guys were dating..”
“Psh, I would never date him.”
At that Severus looked satisfied and scared at the same time. He put his hand in the pocket of his robes and held out a small box.
“Thats fantastic, because I wanted you to have this...”
Lily looked up at him. Sadness and confusion filled her eyes.
Prompt two- ‘all over you’
Hermione ran into the common room blushing furiously. She had just been visited by a very ‘inspired’ Goyle.
“Hermione?” Ginny ventured.
Hermione stuttered, still wide-eyed at the encounter she had just taken part in. Goyle cornered her in the hall, staring at her intently. He had mumbled something about wanting her (even if she is a mudblood) and wanting to get...
“‘All over me.” She concluded.
“What?” Ron and Harry asked.
“Are you tempted, Hermione?” asked Seamus cheekily. With that the entire common room burst into laughter. The once flustered Hermione broke out of her trance and giggled with the rest.
Prompt three- Babylon.
Breakfast came with the usual delivery of schedules. Teachers marched up and down the rows handing out course sheets to their students.
“Oh come on!” Ron wailed as he reviewed his course sheet. “I thought we had it bad with History of Magic- Crikey, now its Muggle History!”
Hermione’s face lit up. “I know! Isn’t it thrilling?”
“What’s so special about muggle history? I mean, there are no giants, no vampires... oh no.. No quidditch!” Ron’s face paled.
“Oh Ron! You get to learn all about my world, Harry’s world. You can learn about the pyramids and the wars. Ancient civilizations, like Babylon!”
“Yeah, a lot of good that will do me” he groaned as he was dragged down the hall.
Prompt four- Girls of summer
Ginny and Hermione stretched out on the Weasley’s make-shift quidditch pitch. They didn’t say much, they didn’t need to. They watched as the fireflies hovered lazily in the air above their heads. The stars seemed to jump out of the sky at them. The pair of girls had been through everything together- summers, battles, classes, boys. Now, they were closing in on Ginny’s seventeenth birthday. When she moved out of Hogwarts she was going to help Fred and George with the shop and stay in Diagon Alley. Hermione already had a fantastic job at the ministry. Their fear of separating was overpowered by their friendship. Their sisterhood. They still had a lot to go through, but for now they were just the girls of summer.
Prompt five- Fire.
Lupin stared absentmindedly into the fire. He drank slowly from the firewiskey he held. He had taken up residence at Grimmauld Place. On nights like this he couldn’t regret it more. His thoughts were filled of Sirius, James, Lily, and even Peter. He longed for days when he had people to surround him. People he could take care of. “Well, I didn’t do too good a job taking care of them, did I? Look at us now...”
He threw the bottle into the fire in his bitter rage. The flame mocked him. It reminded him of vibrancy, of life. That neither he nor his friends had either. He stumbled into the kitchen to find another bottle and spend another night in front of the fire.
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Date: 2005-08-05 05:40 am (UTC)Draco stomped away from her and she knew that was it. She stared after him, knowing he was angry... possibly that it was over.
She stood there, unsure whether to scream, cry, or whatever else, she was unsure. He had walked away from her... hadn't they been through this many times?
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the cold stone of the wall, fighting the tears back. She heard a noise, and she opened her eyes.
Draco was standing in front of her, holding a ring in his right hand. She looked at him, tears frozen in her eyes, breath frozen in her chest. He lowered himself to the ground, and she gasped.
"Marry me, Hermione."
2)
Harry sank back into the couch next to Ron. All that Ron could do was stare at him.
"What, mate?"
"My sister was just all over you. I don't know what to say."
"Um... are you okay with it?"
"I'm just confused. Didn't she stop having a crush on you?"
"I guess not. If anything, I'd rather it if you wait till later to kill me, please."
"Why would I kill you? This means you might officially be part of the family one day!"
Harry let out the breath he had been holding.
3)
Hermione checked through Harry's History of Magic essay, clucking her tongue the entire way.
"You know, if you're going to do that, I could go to someone else."
"Oh, please. There isn't anyone else that would do it. You got this answer about Babylon wrong."
"There is and you know it... Um..."
"No there isn't," she chided. "Anyway, you really ought to read back through your book, because Babylon was the temple in the East where people began speaking different languages."
"Thanks, Hermione. Do you mind directing me to the page?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and clucked her tongue again. At least if he was going to pass, it would be because someone cared. It seemed that someone was her.
4)
Ginny and Luna sat in the orchard at the Burrow while the boys flew on their brooms. They were kicked back, drinking glasses of lemonade, when Hermione walked out into the orchard, carrying a book.
"Hey! What are you two doing?"
Ginny looked at Hermione. "We're the girls of summer! We're lying out. Drinking lemonade. Relaxing. Did you bring that out here to read?"
"Yes."
"Oh goodness... just put down your book and relax! Lay out! Enjoy the sun!"
"Um... okay. Just this once." She settled down between them
That night, Ginny ended up casting several charms to make the pain from Hermione's sunburn go away.
5)
Ron sat on his bed, trying to concentrate. He focused his mind on the goal. It was too hard sometimes, this wandless magic stuff, he thought.
He relaxed for a second, opened his eyes, and got a drink of water. Once he was finished, he sat back down, and he closed his eyes again. He felt his powers welling up, and then he focused them into the task at hand. Suddenly, he felt a burst of power and opened his eyes.
He looked into the little jar, and found a little fire burning within it. Finally, he'd mastered one of Hermione's conjurable fires, and no less, without a wand. For once, he had beaten her to it.
Amber//Ravenclaw
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Date: 2005-08-05 06:13 am (UTC)Seventeen galleons and nine sickles, the coins fell onto the polished counter of Golden Goblin Goods with a clatter. As he watched them be scooped up and hidden by a goblin named Snugglepots, James was reminded of a niffler hoarding every glimmering object it could get its paws on. He allowed himself a momentary grin at the thought while Snugglepots retreated to the backroom to fetch his parcel, his smile fading once he returned with a small box cradled in his hand.
"One gold and emerald ring, size six," he announced, placing the box on the counter. James gulped as he eyed the ring, his stomach was currently residing in the area of his knees. The stone was the same color as her lovely eyes.
"All over you":
"Sirius Black!" a female voice shrieked as the once dark linen closet exploded with daylight streaming in from the hall of the Pettigrew’s home. "He was all over you!" the angry woman continued, this time turning on the young woman currently seated half on Sirius’ lap and half on a laundry hamper. The girl simply looked at her aunt sheepishly and turned to Sirius for help.
Paying no mind to the angry scene, Sirius glanced over Mrs. Pettigrew’s shoulder at his friend, Peter, who was glancing cautiously around the corner. "I suppose it was a bit of a bad idea to come up during your reunion?" he said with a light laugh.
Babylon:
"Sometimes I wonder how either of you have managed to survive the past seventeen years," Hermione huffed as she heaved a large book on to the library table and began flipping madly through it’s pages.
"If you think you’ll find the answer in a library book, Hermione," Harry replied irritably, "I wouldn’t count on it. Ron and I have been up all night checking. There’s tons of ever growing plants, but nothing about an entire garden full."
"You sure about that?" Hermione spoke as turned the book around so Harry and Ron could read and pointed at a section titled ‘The Hanging Gardens of Babylon’.
Boys(Girls) of Summer:
During summer holidays, Lily had a game that she liked to play. Petunia found it more cruel than humorous, since she was quite taken with the boys from the beach but Lily was onto their game at a much younger age.
"Are you sure your parents aren’t coming home?" Alan asked her as they entered the darken kitchen of the Evan’s beach house and moved to the living room. Once she had the boy stripped down to his underwear, she knew the time had come. "Impedimenta," she whispered between kisses, feeling his frame go rigid.
With a great deal of heaving, Lily managed to push Alan out the front door and onto the lawn. Now all she had left to do was wait for morning.
Fire:
"Ready?" Sirius asked, peeking his head up over the side of one of the library tables and trying to get a clear view at the group of Slytherins sitting across the room.
"If you think I’m going to participate in this ridiculous prank, you’ve lost your mind," Remus snipped, never taking his eyes away from the book he was reading. "Besides it’s not even that creative."
Silently Sirius ducked back down under the table, Remus trying to ignore him despite his constant snickering. Just as he moved to kick his friend, Sirius came popping out with a water balloon in each hand. "Fire!" the boy bellowed, sending the balloons rocketing across the library, taking extra care to aim one directly at Severus Snape’s head.
Michele • Gryffindor
My Drabbles
Date: 2005-08-05 09:23 am (UTC)Lily smiled as she gazed out the window, absentmindedly twirling the ring on her finger. Even though she had been married for five years now, she felt as if each new day was another one lost in blissful first love. She felt James come up behind her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, drawing her closer to his body. He brought his hands down her body, until they came to rest on her stomach, where she kept her greatest treasure. She turned around, and he kissed her forehead. “Morning, love,” he said. “How’s James junior today?” he asked, a hint of a smile appearing on his lips.
2.All Over You --note: this one is connected to the first one, but none following this one are related.
Lily did her best to look exasperated. “James, we don’t even know if the baby is a boy yet, I’m only two months along,” she said, laughing softly. “And even if it is, there’s no way I’m naming him James junior, think of our poor boy, having the same name as you, I feel sorry for him already,” she winked at him.
James grinned, “You feel sorry for him? Well you’re going to feel very sorry for yourself in about three minutes time, because I’m going to be all over you,” he said, and a wicked grin spread across his face.
3.Babylon
Harry sat up quickly, he had been having one of his those dreams again. This time he dreamt that he was on a ship sailing home from Babylon, of all places, and..Malfoy, of all people was waiting there at port for him, grinning broadly. Why is it always Malfoy? he pondered. He tried to forget the rest of the dream, feeding exotic fruits to Malfoy, Malfoy rubbing down his shoulders, and the anticipation he felt in his groin for when he finally had a chance to shag Malfoy to the floor. A shiver ran through his body thinking about it, although exactly what kind of shiver it was, he wasn’t sure.
4.Boys of Summer
Oliver looked at the rest of the Quidditch Pitch, where his teammates were flying around, like the rowdy, adventurous, eighteen year old boys they were. He regarded each one of them, and smiled in content. “The Boys of Summer” they called themselves, because of the special bond they had formed over their first summer as a team. Oliver thought wholeheartedly, that there was no stronger bond than the bond of a team, they were a group of boys, held together by the bonds of a team. They were boys who shared two common interests, their love for Quidditch, and their love for having a little fun. He called out to one of the Chasers, and zoomed after him
5. Fire
“Come here, my blonde minx, come sit by the fire with Daddy,” Severus prodded the fire with a poker. Lucius smiled seductively, and obliged. “You know you’re the only one I’ll take orders from, Severus,” he said, lightly brushing Severus’ groin with his fingers. “And tonight, I’m willing to do whatever you want, Master.”
Severus stiffened almost immediately, being called “Master” by Lucius Malfoy had sent rushes of adrenaline through his body. His mind was racing, he didn’t know what to do first.
Fortunately, he didn’t have to decide, as Lucius decided he couldn’t take one more moment of small talk, and pounced on the Potions Master.
-Alex, Gryffindor
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Date: 2005-08-05 12:33 pm (UTC)The rings flashed in the sunlight- Mrs. Weasley's wedding ring, Fleur's engagement ring. Ginny, slackmouthed, her mandibles filled with as-yet unchewed sausage, couldn't help but wonder if one day she too might accept a ring from the man she loved.
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"She's all over you," Harry said to Ron.
"Yeah," Ron answered dispiritedly, "I know."
"If you're going to break up with her, you should just tell her already!" Harry said, frustrated. Couldn't Ron see that it was a purely superficial relationship? Couldn't he see that there wasn't anything there beyond a mutual physical attraction? Didn't he know that he was Ron Weasley, not "Won-Won" or "My Sweetheart"?
Ron could see all that and more. He could see that he was being stupid, and that he was hurting her. But breaking up with Lavender would be admitting he was wrong.
He knew he was wrong, he just didn't want to admit it.
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Hermione put down the book she was reading- Assyro-Babylonian Culture and Its Longstanding Effects on Wizarding Law- sighed, and stared out the window. It was hard to concentrate on anything scholarly when there was so much danger looming over the horizon.
The sky was turning from blue to orange, to red, to purple. The sun was setting on the other side of the castle. She wondered where Wormtail was, and whether or not he had reunited with-
Her reverie was broken when Parvati and Lavender burst into the dormitory, giggling about... whatever it was they were always giggling about. But instead of annoyed, Hermione was grateful to them- for reminding her that, even though war was surely on its way, life goes on.
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Hermione stumbled to the ground. off her broom. She'd only fallen a few feet, but Ron zoomed down. "You okay?" he asked, landing ungracefully beside her.
"I'm fine," Hermione said with a hint of exasperation.
"I dunno, it's getting kind of dark, should we head back in?" Ron addressed Harry and Ginny, still on brooms.
"You guys go ahead," Ginny said, "Harry and I will follow in a minute."
Harry looked at Ginny, surprised. As Ron and Hermione cantered back to the burrow in the fading light, Ginny turned sharply towards Harry, grinned, and said, "Race you!"
As she zoomed off ahead of him, Harry smiled and thought that she was truly a girl of summer.
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Harry stared at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. He was attracted to Ginny, no doubt about that- but could he stand losing his best mate over her?
Or maybe Ron would give them his blessing? He didn't hate Dean Thomas for snogging his sister. But then again, Dean Thomas wasn't his closest friend.
Harry rolled over and punched his pillow in frustration. How did he even get himself in such a dilemma? He valued Ron's friendhsip over everything else. Well, almost everything else. Because then there was Ginny, the girl who'd grown up before his very eyes. But how much was he willing to risk for her?
Harry sighed, not knowing how much longer he could resist the fire in her eyes.
AVENCLAW
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Date: 2005-08-05 01:51 pm (UTC)Just breathe. Just breathe, Harry Potter silently tells himself, because he is in agony. In the flickering shadows of the hallway, he can feel the slow consummation of his soul. He can feel the shaking of his hands underneath his robes and the sudden catch in his throat. He can feel the voice ring in his ears and the reverberating footsteps echo in his chest. He can feel his heart shudder and hold its own breath as the boy brushes past without a second glance. His heart is in his eyes, bleeding and dying despite the fact that he is strong. He is stronger than this. His eyes follow as the boy rounds the corner. The moment passes.
2.
“May the road rise to meet you,” Ron toasts to him and teeters, spilling half the butterbeer into Hermione’s lap and falling off his stool. Ginny snorts into her mug and flashes Harry a smile as Hermione tries to pull Ron up from under the table.
“Honestly, Ron. Get off the floor and stop waving that thing around. You’re getting it all over you.” She tries to catch his arm, but instead lands on top of him in a wild heap of arms and laughter.
“And may Malfoy never be at your back,” he finishes gravely, downing what’s left of his drink and giving Hermione a sloppy kiss on the forehead.
“Hear, hear!” is heard round the room, but Harry doesn’t drink to it.
3.
“Kiss me,” she demands, brushing the hair away from her freckled face and expecting just that.
Standing in the middle of the locker room half-dressed, he instead occupies himself with retying his boots. There was an ache growing behind his eyes and he could feel an emptiness forming beneath his skin. “Why?” he asks lightly, closing his eyes to clear his head.
“Why?” Her very lips drip with sarcasm, “Because you’re the king of Babylon. You’re the knight in shining armor. You’re Quidditch captain and you’re supposed to kiss the girl before battle. That’s why.”
“Please, Gin,” he says, eying the other teammates now making their way through the doors and sensing unexpected relief, “now’s not the time.”
4.
There is a sense of intoxication with the way the sun rises lazily over the distant horizon, casting a hazy, shimmering light over the hillside that glances off the lake. It is with a deep sigh that Harry watches the girls of summer wade deeper into the water, hair cascading down their backs and eyes aglow.
As the term nears its end, a wild sense of freedom can be felt in the way students are running in the sunlight, lounging in the grass, and avoiding the dark, looming shadows of the school.
His eye catches a blemish of white hovering against the changing shadows of the aphotic backdrop, and sees as the lone boy’s fading eyes begin to close. Harry tries to look away.
5.
It is with a cold, dark, and lonely heart that Draco Malfoy makes his way towards class. The hallway is dimmed and obscure; unlit torches spew smoke that lingers near his face and hovers near the ceiling. The world tilts without warning and he stumbles, half-blinded, into the corridor. His pale eyes - frigid, hardened, and apathetic - are on fire. He can feel the pulsating glow of light seep into his skin as he brushes against Harry’s arm, and he instinctively presses his own fingertips to the spot where it burns. Stepping around the corner, he trips again into the darkness and catches himself against the wall. Breathe, he tells himself, and tries to blink the spots of light away. Just breathe.
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Date: 2005-08-05 02:43 pm (UTC)#1
With a flash of green flame, Bellatrix stepped out of the floo and into her living room. Throwing herself into the nearest chair, she took several deep calming breaths. She had failed her Lord miserably- so miserably that she could scarcely imagine why she was still alive. That wretched Potter brat had smashed the prophesy depriving her of the chance to grovel at the feet of her Master with the prize. A glint of gold caught her eye and she glanced down at the Black family crest on her hand. Bella lifted her fingers into the light and a warm flush of pride filled her chest. “I’ve cleaned house for you Mother,” she whispered
#2
The Yule Ball was tonight and Ron was finally ready. He had been practicing for weeks to get just the right effect. It had taken much longer than he’d planned but he couldn’t very well have asked Hermione for help. Harry and Neville were to witness the unveiling.
“Why do you think Hermione will like you better with a moustache?” Harry asked, grinning.
“It’s manly, mate. Women love manly men,” Ron retorted. “You just watch.”
His friends took several steps back, just to be safe, as Ron closed his eyes and vehemently incanted, “Villus Proventus!”
He opened his eyes to find his friends convulsed with laughter.
“What?” he demanded.
“Hair…all…over…,” Harry gasped.
“Everywhere!” Neville squeeked.
Ron sighed in resignation and started scratching his back.
#3
It was true. Somewhere deep down he had sensed it but watching the blood-red sun set behind the spires of London, Cornelius Fudge knew it without doubt. Voldemort was alive and the wizarding world was doomed. Doomed to pass into history like the great cultures of old. Greece, Rome, Babylon- they had all gone to dust long ago. Their wisdom had given them comfort and riches but it had not given them a savior. “And what do we have?” Fudge asked the gathering dusk. “Only a prophesy and a boy with a scar.” Turning woodenly, he sank into his chair weeping bitter tears for his own place in history.
#4
Three red heads and one dark one snuck across the yard and through the hedgerow. They had escaped unobserved- or so they thought. Before too many minutes passed, a careful listener could have heard the swoosh of a broom at high speed or cheers marking a goal- or a great save. Arthur Weasley was a careful listener. He kept his distance but he also kept his eyes on the boys from behind a gnarled oak. Radiant with sweat and exuberance, they played as if they had not a care in the world. Their father was not so lucky. “Play on my boys of summer,” he sighed. “Winter is coming much sooner than you think.”
#5
The breeze over the lake smelled of autumn. Remus closed his eyes and let the sun warm his face but cold still gripped his insides. That would change soon enough. Dusk would bring the delights of evening primrose and the call of the loon but they were not for him. Students would wrap their cloaks around themselves ever tighter and hurry inside for warmth but he had no need. Evening’s chill would fire his blood and twist his mind. Even with that wretched potion the blood of his prey would call out to him until his throat burned for one swallow. For him the moon was a white flame and he would find respite only in the cooling dawn.
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Date: 2005-08-05 03:03 pm (UTC)Word Count: 125
Characters: Lily/James [post-Hogwarts]
Genre: Fluff
Prompt: ring
In the light, the gem sparkled the same brilliant green as her bewitching eyes. He watched as Lily Evans held her hand out in front of her, turning it this way and that, admiring the token of his affections. James Potter sat back against the trunk of the old tree, a crooked grin spread across his lips.
He sighed and reached for her arm, gently tugging Lily back until she was sitting in between his legs. She leant her full weight against his body, head resting against his shoulder and forehead pressed lightly to his jaw line. James absent-mindedly twirled a thick strand of fiery hair around his forefinger. Lily twined her fingers with his.
So, he thought contentedly, This is what forever feels like.
Title: Forbidden Forest
Word Count: 120
Characters: Remus/Sirius [MWPP-era]
Genre: Slashy Smut and Fluff
Prompt: 'all over you'
The two boys melt into one another -- scarred and pale skin seemingly fused to smooth and tanned flesh. Hair the colour of midnight tangles with hair like the tawny glow of the waning sun. Lips meet in a rough crush, tongues battle for dominance. Fingernails scrape against one boy's back; he lets out a low hiss as the pain soon ebbs to be replaced by pleasure. Ashen eyes lock onto the honey-brown gaze of the boy beneath him, silently communicating everything they can never seem to verbalise.
'I love you', says the eyes of one.
'I know. I love you, too', replies the gaze of the other.
The song of their climax punctuates the silence of the twilit forest.
Title: Daydreaming
Word Count: 125
Characters: Ron, Professor Binns (NOT a pairing!)
Genre: er... no idea
Prompt: Babylon
Professor Binns lectured in front of the classroom. Ron caught snippets of the lecture: wizards... ancient city on the Euphrates... 'gate of the god'. His head felt like it weighed five hundred kilograms as he leant his chin upon his hand. He blinked, eyes taking a bit longer than usual to open.
He blinked again...
His eyes opened and Ron was standing in front of a massive stone temple. A deep blue river snaked a path through the city, its surface sparkling in the bright sunlight. Muggles and wizards alike milled about, the latter openly brandishing crudely carved wands. Ron was shocked to see that the Wizarding world was so brazen back in ancient times.
He blinked again and Professor Binns was still droning on.
Title: Accio Guitar
Word Count: 116
Characters: Draco, his guitar
Genre: song
ficdrabblePrompt: boys of summer
He sat on the quiet shores of the lake, far away from prying eyes. Draco muttered the words 'accio guitar' and the glossy, black instrument flew into his outstretched hands. His fingers instantly began to strum the strings, the chords of an ‘80s Muggle song drifting out across the rippled surface of the dark water.
He briefly thought of his father and how Lucius would throttle him if he heard Draco playing the guitar, let alone a Muggle song. The thought faded, however, as the sun began to dip below the horizon. Draco softly began to sing his favourite part of the song.
I never will forget those nights
I wonder if it was a dream
Title: The Fire Within
Word Count: 116
Characters: Harry
Genre: Drama/Angsty Rage?
The flames that devoured the logs in the fireplace were nothing compared to the fiery rage that burned in Harry’s soul. He sat close to the hearth, the heat licking at his face and watering his eyes. He thought of everything that the bloody rat had, in one way or another, cost him: his parents, Sirius, a lifetime of true happiness. His jaw clenched, set in a rigid line as his green eyes burned with hatred.
Harry’s fingers absent-mindedly brushed against his wand just inside his robes; he would have absolutely no trouble saying those two words when the time of his sweet revenge finally came. Then, he would just have one task left…
cj//Hufflepuff
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Date: 2005-08-05 03:19 pm (UTC)***
Ron sat in the corner, Lavender in his lap. Hermione was at the opposite end, trying her very best not to think of him. She was angry with him and it simply wouldn’t do to think about how she would give anything to be in Lavender’s place. It just wasn’t what you thought when you were in a fight. Granted, the fight was with her best friend, the person she loved the most. She winced at the thought. There, she had said it. She loved him and therefore, it proved impossible for her to stay angry at him no matter how much she wanted to hate him. ‘She’s all over you’ Hermione thought bitterly, ‘and I desperately wish I could do the same.’
***
Hermione never understand why Harry and Draco refused to talk. They were not too different, she knew. Both were stubborn, short tempered, quick to fight for their beliefs, and famous in their own rights. Their only “conversations” consisted of insults automatically thrown and curses never meant to hurt. It was a habit that had proven impossible to break or maybe both boys were just too stubborn to try. Harry in particular she couldn’t understand. He had become obsessed with Draco and obsession wasn’t far from love. But they refused to communicate by other by normal, less violent means. It was as if they spoke entirely different languages and neither could, or would, learn the others.
Hermione sighed dejectedly; Hogwarts had become England’s very own Babylon.
***
Seamus watched as Dean tore down his football poster, replacing it with another. “And what sport is that?” he asked, a disgusted bite to his tone. He never liked muggle sports and he couldn’t understand Dean’s fascination with them.
“It’s a baseball team,” Dean answered, seemingly unaware of Seamus’s skeptical tone. “‘The boys of summer’ as they’re called in the States.” He ignored Seamus rolling his eyes as he went on to describe the game.
“Sounds perfectly boring,” Seamus interrupted. Dean shrugged, reaching into his trunk. “What’s that?” Seamus grunted as it was thrown at him but caught it easily.
“Want to play catch?”
Seamus looked unconvinced, staring down at the soft leather and clumsy red stitches. Then he nodded uncertainly, not seeing Dean’s smile.
***
Draco stared intently at the fire, only slightly aware of the flames’ warmth. Warmth. It was something he found himself incapable of. The word was associated with love and comfort and he felt neither. It was ironic, really, to be named after a dragon, a symbol of fire, yet he couldn’t identify with fire’s warmth. He was the exact opposite: cold, distant, relating more to ice, the antithesis of fire.
He sighed, moving away from the fireplace towards the open window, hoping to find some comfort in the cool wind. It was a paradox. Warmth frightened him but cold enthralled him. And the worse part was that there was nothing he could do to change it.
Alison, Slytherin
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Date: 2005-08-05 04:05 pm (UTC)"Oof!" Harry gave a grunt as the bludger hit him soundly on he back of his head. The crowd gave mixed yells of approval and outrage below him, but he could not hear them.
There was a ringing in his ears so intense that he barely had time to be angry with, or even see, who had done it. He shook his head to try to stop it, but the ringing persisted. Harry swore to himself and then tried to remember what he had been doing.
The Snitch.
He had sighted it over Malfoy's shoulder moments before impact, but now it would appear that Malfoy had spotted it too. Another race between them began, the ringing now nothing but a distant annoyance.
- 'all over you' (123 words)
"Brilliant!" said Ron through a mouthful of toast and jam. He was so excited about the day's coming Quidditch match and Harry's news that he barely paid Hermione's fussing any mind.
"You've got it all over you." Hermione sighed, wiping furiously at the strawberry jam covering Ron's cheeks. Harry sniggered to himself; the resemblance Hermione held to Mrs. Weasley was incredibly uncanny at times.
"Just be down to the pitch on time, ok? There's no need to worry about anything now." Harry grinned at his teammate, still happily munching his toast.
"Oh, I will, I will, Harry. How could I not, with news like this?" Ron beamed. Harry gave him and Hermione a wave and headed off for the pitch himself. Victory was all over him.
- Babylon (125 words)
"Are you ready?" Ron whispered, trying to sound romantic but instead coming out rather horse.
Hermione sighed impatiently. "Of course I'm ready, Ron. I told you I was ready when you put that ruddy blindfold on me half an hour ago. I wish you would just tell me what it is you're on about already."
Ron turned slightly pink. Annoyance was the last thing he'd expected from Hermione, but it seemed that was just how it was between them right now. Well, he thought, this should make it better. "So open your eyes, already, then."
She did. And gaped.
Before her, in the space behind the Burrow where there had once been an old fish pond, there was now the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
"Oh, Ron." she smiled.
- boys (or girls) of summer (89 words)
Harry sighed as he stared out over the black pavement of Privet Drive. Utterly boring, this place, he thought, poking at some loose gravel with a stick. The normalcy that surrounded him was so thick suffocating that when a car drove by playing "The Boys of Summer" a bit too loudly it startled him to his feet. A few curtains snaked open to watch the offending vehicle recede into the distance down to other Drives, and Roads, and maybe even Boulevards.
Harry wanted nothing more than to go with it.
- fire (114 words)
Phoenix fire lasted a second and was gone, leaving behind ashes and a baby to survive in the wreckage of an old life's mistakes.
That was how Harry felt about Cho Chang. It had been all fire and smoke at first, thrilling him, blinding him, and eventually burning him with his own feelings.
Cho's tears extinguished that fire, revealing the smoldering wreckage of their relationship and the support beams that Cedric had built. They buckled and snapped under her grief until the house fell in on itself like a hose of cards, leaving behind Harry's fledgling heart to find its way out of the burning maze, to learn to love again without fear or regret.
Joanna//Ravenclaw
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Date: 2005-08-05 05:39 pm (UTC)There was an awkward silence. Hermione tapped her foot and looked at the ceiling. Ron shifted his position a little and looked at the people around them, all chatting happily with each other. He could vaguely hear the background music. They were playing ‘all over you’ by some artist he didn’t know the name of. He looked back at Hermione again. Maybe this romantic dinner for two wasn’t such a good idea after all. Nervously he cleared his throat. ‘So, uhm.. the candles are nice, aren’t they?’ Hermione nodded. ‘Yes.. yes, the candles are nice.’ For a brief moment they looked at each other. Then Hermione started inspecting her napkin. Ron replaced his cutlery. A new song started playing.
Parvati and Lavender were sitting at the end of the Gryffindor table with their heads close together. They were having a whispered conversation about their dream diaries. Apparently, Lavender had had a dream with a very interesting meaning. Parvati gasped. 'Are you sure? So after the niffler winked at you-' Before she could continue, Peeves flew through the table right between them shouting 'BABYLON!!!' Parvati raised her eyebrow. Peeves floated away giggling. 'Right.. so.. the pink unicorn came after the winking niffler?' Lavender nodded. 'And you know what that means, right?' She looked around nervously.
The witch with the food trolley closed the door behind her and the girls started babbling enthusiastically at once, all asking Cho to continue her story. She had been telling them about the boys of summer she had met when she was on vacation.
She shrugged, ‘Well, nothing more happened, really. They were Muggles of course, so I couldn’t really tell them a lot about myself and I kept stopping in the middle of a sentence because I was about to say something about the wizarding world. I guess they thought I was super shy. And then they got bored and made up some excuse to leave.’
The girls looked disappointed for a moment, then turned to Marietta with anticipation, to hear about her vacation.
Ginny woke up coughing. Confused, she sat up and looked around. Something smelled funny. Slowly she got out of bed and walked to the door. She could hear Hermione breathing. The familiar sound reassured her a little and gave her the courage to open the door. After all, this couldn’t possibly be what she feared it might be. She was probably just getting paranoid. There was no way the Death Eaters could have found them. Her hand was now resting on the doorknob. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
She froze. This had to be a nightmare. This couldn’t be true. The Burrow could not be on fire. It couldn’t be.
-Marije, Hufflepuff
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Date: 2005-08-05 05:43 pm (UTC)