My first Drabbles!
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darsyniaNever wrote drabbles before. Never actually had the desire, because although I LOVE a lot of the ones I've read from other people, I couldn't imagine my long-winded self being able to convey a thought in so truncated a form. Now, I LOVE 'em.
The entry for the 'Tri Wizard Tournament' in the Hogwarts Challenge community was a very interesting one. Five prompts, one drabble per prompt.
Also, I should say for anyone who might care about such things--HBP spoilers lie within.
The Challenge: Write one drabble per prompt, relating to the world of Harry Potter in some way. No less than 85 words, no more than 125.
The Prompts:
-ring
-'all over you'
-Babylon
-boys (or girls) of summer
-fire
RING
It was time, then. He felt weak and old as he stared into the grey eyes of the child in front of him. A child sent to do a man’s job—but the man would be along, soon enough. He heard a ringing in his ears and imagined it was Harry, desperately trying to break free of the spell he’d cast.
No, Harry. Only one sacrifice is required this night.
He struggled to retain his dignity as he welcomed his new guests, hoped he could hang on long enough to greet the last one. Would he have the courage to do what the other could not? Would he see the necessity?
Severus, please…
His last thought was to wonder what Draco would make of Thestrels.
all over YOU!
I can’t believe I skipped dinner to sulk in my room—they were even serving shepherd’s pie, my favorite—all over you.
I can’t believe I went and cried on my Arithmancy homework, all over you.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
(long pause)
I hate Lavender Brown.
(longer pause)
I think I’ll hex her tomorrow.
I wonder if you’ll enjoy snogging her so much when her teeth are two inches long.
(gasp)
I can’t believe you’ve got me thinking about breaking school rules, all over YOU!
Babylon
Remus was going to go crazy if Peter continued to babble on about how brilliant he thought James had been, and what a genius idea it was. Normally he wouldn’t care, he’d have taken it in stride. After all, bewitching Quidditch balls to switch personalities had been a pretty great prank. Pettigrew was missing a key component of their friend’s character, however.
James Potter would never have messed with Quidditch.
As Wormtail began fawning all over Prongs again, Moony’s patience snapped.
“It was ME, all right?”
The three of them just stared.
“I’m a Marauder too, you know!”
Girls of Summer
Diagon Alley in August. Fred and George were in absolute heaven. More and more young witches these days were forgoing the hot, stuffy robes for muggle clothing—tight muggle clothing.
George wanted to send a customized daydream to whatever genius had thought up halter tops.
Fred had concluded that August was the perfect month to have a special on love potions.
Both of them decided that Harry was hands-down the best friend two men could have, and that summer was a fantastic time of year.
Now, if only they could find a way to design a work uniform for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes that incorporated the very best of summer attire. Oh well. Just their luck, Ginny would decide she wanted to work there next year…
FIRE
______They were gone.
Sirius stared blankly at the lifeless bodies of James and Lily, and then at the sleeping baby in his arms. The dichotomy was palpable—innocence and the profound loss of it.
______What had he done?
His heart felt both full and achingly empty. Harry’s tiny hands clung to his robes, and Sirius felt an unreasoning anger. He wanted to tell the boy, ‘Don’t trust me! Look what happened to them!’
______Oh, James…
His heart beat in a tattoo of a single word. Peter, Peter, Peter. Sirius Black cradled his best friend’s son as his heart burned with murder for his best friend’s betrayer. Peter, Peter, Peter. If it took his life, he would avenge. He owed Harry that much.
______Wait for me.
I know the formatting of the last one is rather annoying, but it was important to me to have the italicised phrases seperate and readable by themselves; they're meant to act as a kind of counterpoint to the rest of it. Unfortunately I don't know exactly how to make them stand out other than that way.
Darsynia,
Who thanks you for reading.
Edit: I err... notice that I hadn't put up that...they won...the contest I entered them in...so...yeah. Kick. Ass.
The entry for the 'Tri Wizard Tournament' in the Hogwarts Challenge community was a very interesting one. Five prompts, one drabble per prompt.
Also, I should say for anyone who might care about such things--HBP spoilers lie within.
The Challenge: Write one drabble per prompt, relating to the world of Harry Potter in some way. No less than 85 words, no more than 125.
The Prompts:
-ring
-'all over you'
-Babylon
-boys (or girls) of summer
-fire
RING
It was time, then. He felt weak and old as he stared into the grey eyes of the child in front of him. A child sent to do a man’s job—but the man would be along, soon enough. He heard a ringing in his ears and imagined it was Harry, desperately trying to break free of the spell he’d cast.
No, Harry. Only one sacrifice is required this night.
He struggled to retain his dignity as he welcomed his new guests, hoped he could hang on long enough to greet the last one. Would he have the courage to do what the other could not? Would he see the necessity?
Severus, please…
His last thought was to wonder what Draco would make of Thestrels.
all over YOU!
I can’t believe I skipped dinner to sulk in my room—they were even serving shepherd’s pie, my favorite—all over you.
I can’t believe I went and cried on my Arithmancy homework, all over you.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
(long pause)
I hate Lavender Brown.
(longer pause)
I think I’ll hex her tomorrow.
I wonder if you’ll enjoy snogging her so much when her teeth are two inches long.
(gasp)
I can’t believe you’ve got me thinking about breaking school rules, all over YOU!
Babylon
Remus was going to go crazy if Peter continued to babble on about how brilliant he thought James had been, and what a genius idea it was. Normally he wouldn’t care, he’d have taken it in stride. After all, bewitching Quidditch balls to switch personalities had been a pretty great prank. Pettigrew was missing a key component of their friend’s character, however.
James Potter would never have messed with Quidditch.
As Wormtail began fawning all over Prongs again, Moony’s patience snapped.
“It was ME, all right?”
The three of them just stared.
“I’m a Marauder too, you know!”
Girls of Summer
Diagon Alley in August. Fred and George were in absolute heaven. More and more young witches these days were forgoing the hot, stuffy robes for muggle clothing—tight muggle clothing.
George wanted to send a customized daydream to whatever genius had thought up halter tops.
Fred had concluded that August was the perfect month to have a special on love potions.
Both of them decided that Harry was hands-down the best friend two men could have, and that summer was a fantastic time of year.
Now, if only they could find a way to design a work uniform for Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes that incorporated the very best of summer attire. Oh well. Just their luck, Ginny would decide she wanted to work there next year…
FIRE
______They were gone.
Sirius stared blankly at the lifeless bodies of James and Lily, and then at the sleeping baby in his arms. The dichotomy was palpable—innocence and the profound loss of it.
______What had he done?
His heart felt both full and achingly empty. Harry’s tiny hands clung to his robes, and Sirius felt an unreasoning anger. He wanted to tell the boy, ‘Don’t trust me! Look what happened to them!’
______Oh, James…
His heart beat in a tattoo of a single word. Peter, Peter, Peter. Sirius Black cradled his best friend’s son as his heart burned with murder for his best friend’s betrayer. Peter, Peter, Peter. If it took his life, he would avenge. He owed Harry that much.
______Wait for me.
I know the formatting of the last one is rather annoying, but it was important to me to have the italicised phrases seperate and readable by themselves; they're meant to act as a kind of counterpoint to the rest of it. Unfortunately I don't know exactly how to make them stand out other than that way.
Darsynia,
Who thanks you for reading.
Edit: I err... notice that I hadn't put up that...they won...the contest I entered them in...so...yeah. Kick. Ass.
