Random drabble
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firewillow for rescuing this from the bowels of HPLunatics for me. :)
This is the only little drabble I ever wrote, and it was in response to all the smut people were writing with the Harry Potter characters. Bear in mind this was just around the time the fourth book came out, and so I was still used to thinking of the characters as children. I was more than a little squicked at all the smut, especially the massive amounts of incest going around out there.
So I went the entire opposite way, and wrote a completely harmless little fic about the Weasleys at Christmas when Harry would have been about two years old. I had fun, but be warned, there's a pretty high sugar content. Looking over it now, I can see it certainly needs work (especially as I messed up my timelines quite a bit with respect to the age of the two older Weasley boys, I think), but the basics are there. :)
“Come on, Charlie! Get off there and let me see too!”
“You’ve already had your turn, Bill, gerroffme!” Charlie shook his arm, trying to rid himself of his brother who had him gripped strongly by the shoulder.
But Bill Weasley was not about to let a cocky younger brother keep him away from the windowsill in the room they shared at the top of their rickety house and thus deprive him of the sight of the first snowfall —on Christmas Eve, no less. With a war whoop that he was quite sure would have made a Comanche warrior proud he leapt on his brother,
grasping his faded blue pajama top in order to get a better grip on him.
When Molly Weasley came running up the stairs to investigate the rucus she found a tangle of pajama-clad arms and legs and red heads weaving together in a morass of wrestling boys. Shaking her head she took hold firmly of her broomstick and used it to pry the two brothers apart.
“William and Charles Weasley! On this night of all nights! You ought to be ashamed!” she put her hands on her hips and towered over the two children who both sat on the floor with their legs sticking straight out, grinning up at her like possums, their red hair falling in their faces.
Finally, she relented. “All right, then. Come down and you can have some hot cocoa with the others. We’ll be opening presents soon, and you can watch the snow from the living-room window.”
“Thanks Mum!”
Before she could change her mind they’d scampered past her through the door and were thundering down the narrow flight of wooden stairs and into the large kitchen where the fire was already blazing and crackling merrily, the cauldron hung above it boiling almost to overflowing and smelling tantalisingly of chocolate.
Their father was seated at the head of the dining-room table, spooning strained vegetables into the mouth of a rather nonplussed-looking Ginny, who upon seeing her older brothers immediately spat out her food and cooed and gurgled at them.
Charlie bounced over to her high chair. “Who’s my Ginny?” he cooed in return. “Is she a clever girl? Is she a beautiful girl?” He pinched ner nose and rubbed her head, then, ignoring his father’s protests he lifted her out of her chair and whirled her around the room, holding her high above his head as she burbled happily and let out little shrieks of excitement tinged with fear. “Who’s a big girl now, Ginny?”
“Charlie,” Bill called out impatiently, “you’ll make her chuck up if you keep doing that!”
“Yeah, Charlie,” a smaller voice piped up from the stairs, “and then Mum’ll make you wash the carpet like last time!”
“Shut up, Percy,” Bill retorted, “or Charlie and I’ll turn you upside down and hang you from the chimney pot.”
Percy gave a small squeak of fright and ran to bury his head in his mother’s skirts, who had just appeared at the head of the stairs. “You’ll do no such thing, Bill Weasley, unless you want to spend the rest of your living days in your room!”
Bill flinched. “Sorry Mum, but he was being a know-it-all!”
Molly Weasley blew out an exasperated breath, but whatever she was about to say next was lost as Percy began to shriek with terror, clinging harder to his mother and pointing upwards, but no one could see at what. Nor could he, for that matter, for he’d hidden his face the the ample folds of cloth. Finally Bill spotted what had frightened his little brother so much. It was an enormous, hairy spider sitting atop one of the large windows in the living room, but cast in shadow so that it had been all but invisible up until now.
Mrs. Weasley scowled, then pointed her wand at it. “Diminutio!” she cried, and the spider shrank back to its usual size of about half a centimeter and shuffled away, almost as though it was embarassed at its own antics.
“Now, which of you two hooligans did that?” she demanded, her eyes sparkling dangerously.
Bill and Charlie exchanged puzzled looks. “Wasn’t us this time, Mum. Honest,” Bill began, when sniggering from the coat closet drew all their attention.
Arthur Weasley, who had been silent up until that point, crept up to the closed door, and with one smooth motion pulled it open, spilling its contents —two identical red-haired boys— onto the living-room carpet in a giggling heap. “I think, my dear,” he said sedately, “that we have found our culprits. I would venture to surmise that they used the engorgement potion you keep in the shed for the vegetable garden in order to make
their —ah, pet— grow larger.”
Fred and George didn’t answer, but their uncontrolled giggling spoke volumes. Gradually, silence fell as they felt the icy anger rolling off Molly Weasley in waves. Her husband cleared his throat uneasily.
“Molly, dearest, couldn’t we let this be for once? No one has come to any harm, and I’m sure the twins will not dream of ever doing something so foolish again,” he threw them a stern glance. “It is Christmas, my love, and it’s a time for forgiveness, you know...”
“I know very well what kind of time it is,” Molly snapped back at him, but her expression softened as she saw the hurt looks on her children’s faces. “Well, all right. Go and fetch Ron, and Charlie, would you please put your sister back in her chair before we have to clean up more of a mess from the carpet? Fred, George, sit on the sofa where I can see you and DON’T MOVE until we’re all gathered to open the presents.”
Much like a drill sergeant ordering about her troops, Molly Weasley presided serenely and imperiously over the giving out of gifts. There were of course the traditional sweaters which everyone dutifully pulled over their heads and exclaimed over the workmanship, and Arthur Weasley had gone out of his way to find his wife a silk scarf and matching gloves to wear the next time they went out (whenever that might be).
In addition, Ginny received a brand-new set of enchanted wooden rings that she could fit together any way she pleased, and Ron crowed with delight and hugged his overly large teddy bear close to his chest. Fred and George snatched up their bags of sweets and their toy broomsticks and immediately ran off to test out their “flying” skills, while Percy —fully recovered from his earlier trauma— looked on in amazement, his eyes wide, at the array of gifts for him. Not only had his parents chipped in to buy him a shiny new telescope, but unbeknownst to him his two eldest brothers had worked in secret for months on a wooden rocking horse which their father had enchanted to whinny and snort while it was ridden.
Charlie and Bill grinned at each other as their brother bounced happily on the back of his new mount, then set about building the model railroad their parents had half-bought and half-made for them, complete with the Hogwarts Express train which would take Bill to school for the first time in only a few short months. For a few hours silence reigned,
punctuated only by a few joyful outbursts from the children as they discovered new delights about their toys, and Arthur and Molly Weasley took the opportunity to slip quietly into the kitchen for a cup of hot cocoa and a moment to themselves.
“This really was a perfect Christmas, wasn’t it?” Arthur whispered to his wife, who nodded in agreement.
“The best one ever. The first one without a shadow cast over it, you know. Without the pall of You–Know–Who shrouding the lights in the sky.” She leaned against his shoulder and sighed contentedly as he stroked her hair.
“Mum! Dad! Come quickly!”
A shout from the living-room had them both springing to their feet in alarm. As they crowded at the kitchen door, they were met by a jubilant Charlie, his face aflame with excitement as he pointed behind him.
“Look!" he crowed. "Ginny’s walking!”
firewillow for rescuing this from the bowels of HPLunatics for me. :)This is the only little drabble I ever wrote, and it was in response to all the smut people were writing with the Harry Potter characters. Bear in mind this was just around the time the fourth book came out, and so I was still used to thinking of the characters as children. I was more than a little squicked at all the smut, especially the massive amounts of incest going around out there.
So I went the entire opposite way, and wrote a completely harmless little fic about the Weasleys at Christmas when Harry would have been about two years old. I had fun, but be warned, there's a pretty high sugar content. Looking over it now, I can see it certainly needs work (especially as I messed up my timelines quite a bit with respect to the age of the two older Weasley boys, I think), but the basics are there. :)
“Come on, Charlie! Get off there and let me see too!”
“You’ve already had your turn, Bill, gerroffme!” Charlie shook his arm, trying to rid himself of his brother who had him gripped strongly by the shoulder.
But Bill Weasley was not about to let a cocky younger brother keep him away from the windowsill in the room they shared at the top of their rickety house and thus deprive him of the sight of the first snowfall —on Christmas Eve, no less. With a war whoop that he was quite sure would have made a Comanche warrior proud he leapt on his brother,
grasping his faded blue pajama top in order to get a better grip on him.
When Molly Weasley came running up the stairs to investigate the rucus she found a tangle of pajama-clad arms and legs and red heads weaving together in a morass of wrestling boys. Shaking her head she took hold firmly of her broomstick and used it to pry the two brothers apart.
“William and Charles Weasley! On this night of all nights! You ought to be ashamed!” she put her hands on her hips and towered over the two children who both sat on the floor with their legs sticking straight out, grinning up at her like possums, their red hair falling in their faces.
Finally, she relented. “All right, then. Come down and you can have some hot cocoa with the others. We’ll be opening presents soon, and you can watch the snow from the living-room window.”
“Thanks Mum!”
Before she could change her mind they’d scampered past her through the door and were thundering down the narrow flight of wooden stairs and into the large kitchen where the fire was already blazing and crackling merrily, the cauldron hung above it boiling almost to overflowing and smelling tantalisingly of chocolate.
Their father was seated at the head of the dining-room table, spooning strained vegetables into the mouth of a rather nonplussed-looking Ginny, who upon seeing her older brothers immediately spat out her food and cooed and gurgled at them.
Charlie bounced over to her high chair. “Who’s my Ginny?” he cooed in return. “Is she a clever girl? Is she a beautiful girl?” He pinched ner nose and rubbed her head, then, ignoring his father’s protests he lifted her out of her chair and whirled her around the room, holding her high above his head as she burbled happily and let out little shrieks of excitement tinged with fear. “Who’s a big girl now, Ginny?”
“Charlie,” Bill called out impatiently, “you’ll make her chuck up if you keep doing that!”
“Yeah, Charlie,” a smaller voice piped up from the stairs, “and then Mum’ll make you wash the carpet like last time!”
“Shut up, Percy,” Bill retorted, “or Charlie and I’ll turn you upside down and hang you from the chimney pot.”
Percy gave a small squeak of fright and ran to bury his head in his mother’s skirts, who had just appeared at the head of the stairs. “You’ll do no such thing, Bill Weasley, unless you want to spend the rest of your living days in your room!”
Bill flinched. “Sorry Mum, but he was being a know-it-all!”
Molly Weasley blew out an exasperated breath, but whatever she was about to say next was lost as Percy began to shriek with terror, clinging harder to his mother and pointing upwards, but no one could see at what. Nor could he, for that matter, for he’d hidden his face the the ample folds of cloth. Finally Bill spotted what had frightened his little brother so much. It was an enormous, hairy spider sitting atop one of the large windows in the living room, but cast in shadow so that it had been all but invisible up until now.
Mrs. Weasley scowled, then pointed her wand at it. “Diminutio!” she cried, and the spider shrank back to its usual size of about half a centimeter and shuffled away, almost as though it was embarassed at its own antics.
“Now, which of you two hooligans did that?” she demanded, her eyes sparkling dangerously.
Bill and Charlie exchanged puzzled looks. “Wasn’t us this time, Mum. Honest,” Bill began, when sniggering from the coat closet drew all their attention.
Arthur Weasley, who had been silent up until that point, crept up to the closed door, and with one smooth motion pulled it open, spilling its contents —two identical red-haired boys— onto the living-room carpet in a giggling heap. “I think, my dear,” he said sedately, “that we have found our culprits. I would venture to surmise that they used the engorgement potion you keep in the shed for the vegetable garden in order to make
their —ah, pet— grow larger.”
Fred and George didn’t answer, but their uncontrolled giggling spoke volumes. Gradually, silence fell as they felt the icy anger rolling off Molly Weasley in waves. Her husband cleared his throat uneasily.
“Molly, dearest, couldn’t we let this be for once? No one has come to any harm, and I’m sure the twins will not dream of ever doing something so foolish again,” he threw them a stern glance. “It is Christmas, my love, and it’s a time for forgiveness, you know...”
“I know very well what kind of time it is,” Molly snapped back at him, but her expression softened as she saw the hurt looks on her children’s faces. “Well, all right. Go and fetch Ron, and Charlie, would you please put your sister back in her chair before we have to clean up more of a mess from the carpet? Fred, George, sit on the sofa where I can see you and DON’T MOVE until we’re all gathered to open the presents.”
Much like a drill sergeant ordering about her troops, Molly Weasley presided serenely and imperiously over the giving out of gifts. There were of course the traditional sweaters which everyone dutifully pulled over their heads and exclaimed over the workmanship, and Arthur Weasley had gone out of his way to find his wife a silk scarf and matching gloves to wear the next time they went out (whenever that might be).
In addition, Ginny received a brand-new set of enchanted wooden rings that she could fit together any way she pleased, and Ron crowed with delight and hugged his overly large teddy bear close to his chest. Fred and George snatched up their bags of sweets and their toy broomsticks and immediately ran off to test out their “flying” skills, while Percy —fully recovered from his earlier trauma— looked on in amazement, his eyes wide, at the array of gifts for him. Not only had his parents chipped in to buy him a shiny new telescope, but unbeknownst to him his two eldest brothers had worked in secret for months on a wooden rocking horse which their father had enchanted to whinny and snort while it was ridden.
Charlie and Bill grinned at each other as their brother bounced happily on the back of his new mount, then set about building the model railroad their parents had half-bought and half-made for them, complete with the Hogwarts Express train which would take Bill to school for the first time in only a few short months. For a few hours silence reigned,
punctuated only by a few joyful outbursts from the children as they discovered new delights about their toys, and Arthur and Molly Weasley took the opportunity to slip quietly into the kitchen for a cup of hot cocoa and a moment to themselves.
“This really was a perfect Christmas, wasn’t it?” Arthur whispered to his wife, who nodded in agreement.
“The best one ever. The first one without a shadow cast over it, you know. Without the pall of You–Know–Who shrouding the lights in the sky.” She leaned against his shoulder and sighed contentedly as he stroked her hair.
“Mum! Dad! Come quickly!”
A shout from the living-room had them both springing to their feet in alarm. As they crowded at the kitchen door, they were met by a jubilant Charlie, his face aflame with excitement as he pointed behind him.
“Look!" he crowed. "Ginny’s walking!”
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Date: 2004-02-14 04:38 pm (UTC)Hi MouseMe,
I've just had a recommendation from mhw to friend you. He says you are a kind, sweet caring person, and, like me, a Canadian! I see you live in Montreal, as did I. I have just moved away from my sweet city, and am missing it. Am trying to get myself used to living in the States, and my new LJ friends are all being helpful and supportive. So, hi!
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Date: 2004-02-21 10:58 pm (UTC)Sorry, I deleted your comment from my inbox and then forgot to add you back. My bad.
Welcome aboard! :)
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