The boy who lived, the girl who died.
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januarBack a year ago, exactly to the day, I did that music meme where you guess the song from the lyrics. I promised each person a ficlet for each song they got write. Well, I only 6 out of the 9 promised fics done. *shifty* Until last night.
So... I'm sorry they're a year late. I'm also sorry if they're utter crap. I'm not that happy with them myself. I just wanted to get them done with, and it's been a while since I've really written in either fandom.
Anyway! Here they are. Three ficlet thingies, in two different fandoms.
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rymenhild wanted pairing-free Harry Potter, possibly involving classes at Hogwarts. It doesn't really have any classes, but it does have Hogwarts. I hope this works.
Circle of Life :: Harry Potter (post book 7) :: 927 words
Neville watched from his seat at the head table as the students streamed in for the new year. It was hard to believe that twenty years ago, before any of the current students had been born, he had entered his seventh and final year as a student at Hogwarts. That year had been the toughest year of his life. He unconsciously rubbed his arm, where a scar still remained as a reminder. Not that he would ever forget it. Only a really strong memory charm would cause him to forget everything that had happened that year.
A sudden high pitched squeal had Neville glancing quickly to the side of the room, hand going to his wand. Fortunately, it was just Victoire Weasley with a couple of her friends from other houses, showing them something on a chain around her neck. Another squeal from the crowd had Neville relaxing enough to take his hand off his wand and grasp his goblet. Taking a drink, he caught eyes with Charlie, who grinned and was just then removing his hand from his own wand. Shrugging, Charlie rolled his eyes in a “Girls.“ manner, even though it was his own niece who had caused the squeal fest, before turning back to his conversation with Susan at their end of the table. Neville was pretty sure that there more to the shrug than just that, though. Anyone who had been there fighting twenty years ago probably had the reaction. He would bet on it.
“Ahem,” a voice said from Neville’s left. He looked over to see Minerva - he still found it weird to call her that - eying the students who were still standing and talking. When that did nothing, the old witch let out a sigh and pointed her wand toward her throat. “AHEM,” she said again, the word resonating in the room. The scraping of wood and decrease in voices indicated that this time she was heard. Clearing her throat, Minerva laid her wand down and folded her hands together. “Welcome back to Hogwarts,” she said, nodding at each table. “In a few moments this years first years will be coming in to be sorted. Afterwards, there will be dinner. So if you wait to socialize until then, that would be greatly appreciated.” She nodded her head to a side door, then went back to watching the students herself. Neville hid a smile. Only Minerva could look both stern and motherly at the same time.
The creaking of wood turned Neville’s eyes, as well as everyone else’s in the room, toward the big doors at the opposite end of the hall. Everyone watched as Penelope strode into the room, hat in one hand and stool in the other, followed by forty or some wide-eyed eleven year olds. As she had them line up in front everyone, Neville remembered his own first night there. He had been so terrified during the sorting, afraid that he wouldn’t end up anywhere. He wouldn’t be surprised if many of today’s first years felt the same way.
Neville scanned the first year as Penelope started reading names off. It was easy to recognize Rose: even though her hair wasn’t as bright as her dad’s, its dark red color still indicated that she was a Weasley. However, the eager look on her face was totally her mother’s. Albus also stood out, but only because he looked so much like his dad, except without glasses. He poked Rose and started whispering to her, causing Neville to smile. He had a feeling that they would be just like their parents had been, which meant that there would soon be a third person in their group. He studied the group, trying to figure it out, when his eyes fell on who could only be Malfoy Junior. The pale small boy stood there with white blond hair falling in front wide eyes as he stared up at the ceiling. Neville was pretty sure that within the first week, if not already, Malfoy and Albus would be mortal enemies.
That is, until Albus glanced over at Malfoy, then grabbed Rose’s hand and pulled her over with him to the other boy. Neville had no idea what Albus was saying, but Malfoy looked shocked, like he couldn’t believe he was being talked to. He then smiled slightly, causing Albus to grin back and Rose to smile hesitantly. Albus leaned close and said something else to Malfoy, causing a short conversation before Penelope said, “Malfoy, Scorpius.” Once again looking wide-eyed and almost scared, so different from how his father had looked when he went up there, Scorpius went up and sat down, squeezing his eyes shut as Penelope put the hat on his head.
The hat didn‘t immediately say “Slytherin!” like Neville was expecting. Instead, he heard a very quietly chanted “Not Slytherin, not Slytherin, not Slytherin…” from Scorpius. Neville blinked in surprise, then glanced over at the other professors to see if they had heard it too. The only one who gave any indication was Minerva, who had one eyebrow arched. She caught Neville’s eye just as the hat called out “Ravenclaw!” The quick smile she gave him and clapping and cheering coming from the direction of the first years told Neville all that he needed to know.
Some things won’t change, he thought, as Scorpius hesitantly sat at the end of the Ravenclaw table and turned to grin at Albus. But thanks to an Albus who sacrificed his life twenty years before, and an Albus of today, other things will.
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vivien529 wanted something HP with Tom Riddle. Therefore, Tom Riddle back at Hogwarts.
Garden :: Harry Potter (Tom Riddle centric) :: 476 words
Most students would say that Herbology was the pansy class, no pun intended. Why would they need Herbology in the future? Charms and Transfiguration and Potions were much more important.
Tom knew better. Of course, he thought as he made his way to Greenhouse Three, most of the students are complete idiots. Sometimes he wondered why they were even allowed to learn what they did. They were almost as bad as Muggles. He suppressed the small involuntary shiver that the came with the thought of the filthy impure humans as he pushed open the door.
“Ah, Tom. Glad you could join us,” said Professor Merryweather, beaming at him from across the room where she stood behind the teaching bench. She waved a dirt covered hand. “Come, come over here next to Pomona, she doesn‘t have partner, then we can get started.”
Smiling obediently instead of sneering like instinct told him to do, Tom walked over so that he was standing next to a short and slightly chubby student with yellow and black on her tie. “Sprout,” he said in greeting, barely hiding the disdain he felt.
Sprout lifted her chin, frizzy curls fluttering. “Riddle,” she replied, fixing him with a look. She already had dirt under her nails, making tom wonder if she ever washed her hands. Probably not, the filthy Hufflepuff. He gave her a cold look, the closest to a sneer he got in front of the teachers, and she glared at him in return, wrinkling her nose.
Professor Merryweather saw none of this, however. “Okay!” she said, clapping her hands together. “Let’s get started. Today we‘ll be working with floxfog…”
Three hours later as the rest of the class left, Tom lagged behind. The only other student still there was Sprout, who was putting up the rest of her supplies. Sucking in a breath, he walked back over to her. “Sprout,” he said, to get her attention.
Sprout looked up from stuffing her quill in her bag. She gave him a wary look. “Yes, Riddle?”
“As much as it pains me to say this,” he said, this time not hiding the sneer, “you were not that bad in class today.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, as if studying him, then lifted her chin. “Well,” she said, slinging her bag over her shoulder, “you weren’t bad yourself.”
Tom smirked at her. “Oh, I know.”
Sprout rolled her eyes, then slipped past him, heading to the door. She paused before leaving, turning back to him. “You know,” she said, giving him another studying look, “you might not do bad for a Slytherin.” With that, she turned away and left.
Tom continued to smirk, even after she was long gone. “Oh, don’t worry,” he said, fingering a leaf of the nearby Nightshade plant. His smirk turned a little dark.
“I won’t do bad at all.”
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crazedcrasader wanted Buffyverse, with Faith and Willow discussing mistakes and redemption. I'm really really really sorry if this one sucks. *winces*
I Don’t Give :: Buffy the Vampire Slayer :: 761 words
“Can’t sleep either?”
Faith dragged her eyes away from staring out in space to see Willow standing. “It’s more like a too much sleep thing,” she said, flicking her cigarette before taking another drag. “Me and comas get along so much that afterwards, I can’t sleep. Plus, tonight’s excitement has me all wired.”
Willow sighed, coming over to sit on the railing by Faith. “Yeah,” she said, staring down the street. “I know what you mean.”
Faith looked uneasy. “Hey, I’m sure B.’ll fine. She’s a big girl. She just needs to, I dunno, get away for a while. Let off some steam.” She tries to smile reassuringly. “Then we’ll all be one happy lil’ family again.” She frowned, then took another drag. “A dysfunctional family, but still one.”
“I guess,” Willow said, sighing again. “I just kind of feel bad. I mean, Buffy’s one of my best friends, and we just tossed her out,” she waved her hand in the air, “whoosh, like that.” She looked over at Faith. “And now we get a new leader.”
Faith grimaced. “Yeah, ‘bout that… I didn’t want, mean to…”
Willow held up a hand, smiling a little. “I know. It all kind of happened at once. In the ‘building up for a long time’ kind of way. You just happened to get to be hear when it all fell apart.”
“Woo, lucky me,” Faith said sarcastically. “Now it’s my turn to completely fuck up and lead these girls to their doom.”
“Don’t talk like that,” Willow said, reassuringly. “I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’re already on a good start, you know, saying we should all get sleep and such.”
“And yet here we are,” Faith smirked, “not sleeping.” She took a drag from her cigarette, then glanced at Willow. “You know, I’ve been tryin’ to figure something out.”
“Hm?”
Faith looked down at her cigarette and took one last drag before dropping it on the porch and crushing it with her book. “Out of the old gang, you’re the only person who didn’t look at me like the murderer I am, was, right off the bat. I would’ve thought that you would have the most reason to, well, besides B., on behalf of holding a knife to your neck.”
“Well,” Willow said, pulling up her legs so she could set her chin on her knees, “I kinda know what it’s like to be all evil like.”
Faith lifted her eyebrows. “You? Evil? You’re kidding me.”
“I wish.” Willow stared out in space, organizing her thoughts. “I went through this magic addiction phase last year. It caused me to get wrekless, and because of that, people got hurt. I stopped using magic, in hopes to put my life back together, to have T… people trust me again. But then…” She stopped, taking a deep breath that was only slightly shaking.
Faith looked uneasy, wishing she had another cigarette on her. “Hey, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want me. I’m all for not sharing emotions and feelings and shit.”
Willow shook her head, taking another deep breath. “Someone really close to me was killed, right in front of me. I snapped, killed the guy who killed her, then tried to destroy the world.”
Faith winced. “Damn. I’m sorry, Will. I didn’t know.”
Willow shrugged, not looking at Faith. “Xander managed to bring me back from the edge. I had to go away for a while, learn to control my magic all over again. Even then, when I came back, I still had to work a bit to get everyone’s trust back.”
“Well, you seem to have it now,” Faith said, glancing at the house. “I doubt I’ll ever get the gang’s complete trust.”
“You just need to give them time,” Willow said reassuringly. “I mean, they’re not completely snubbing you right now, right? It might be hard, but I’m sure they’ll be able to forgive you. Some day.”
Faith smirked. “Maybe they all need to go bad for a little bit, then they’ll know the deal.”
“Well, Xander is planning on becoming a pirate…” Willow grinned.
“Oh, that solves it, then,” Faith said, smirking. “The world is definitely doomed.” The smirk faded at Faith looked back out at the dark street. “You think we’re gonna survive this one?”
Willow followed Faith‘s gaze out to the street. “We’ve survived them before.”
Faith looked at Willow. “That’s not really an answer.”
Willow looked back, not saying anything. She didn’t really need to.
Faith sighed, then looked up at the sky. “Yeah. Me too.”
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*slips away to endulge self in slash and secret lives*
So... I'm sorry they're a year late. I'm also sorry if they're utter crap. I'm not that happy with them myself. I just wanted to get them done with, and it's been a while since I've really written in either fandom.
Anyway! Here they are. Three ficlet thingies, in two different fandoms.
rymenhild wanted pairing-free Harry Potter, possibly involving classes at Hogwarts. It doesn't really have any classes, but it does have Hogwarts. I hope this works.Circle of Life :: Harry Potter (post book 7) :: 927 words
Neville watched from his seat at the head table as the students streamed in for the new year. It was hard to believe that twenty years ago, before any of the current students had been born, he had entered his seventh and final year as a student at Hogwarts. That year had been the toughest year of his life. He unconsciously rubbed his arm, where a scar still remained as a reminder. Not that he would ever forget it. Only a really strong memory charm would cause him to forget everything that had happened that year.
A sudden high pitched squeal had Neville glancing quickly to the side of the room, hand going to his wand. Fortunately, it was just Victoire Weasley with a couple of her friends from other houses, showing them something on a chain around her neck. Another squeal from the crowd had Neville relaxing enough to take his hand off his wand and grasp his goblet. Taking a drink, he caught eyes with Charlie, who grinned and was just then removing his hand from his own wand. Shrugging, Charlie rolled his eyes in a “Girls.“ manner, even though it was his own niece who had caused the squeal fest, before turning back to his conversation with Susan at their end of the table. Neville was pretty sure that there more to the shrug than just that, though. Anyone who had been there fighting twenty years ago probably had the reaction. He would bet on it.
“Ahem,” a voice said from Neville’s left. He looked over to see Minerva - he still found it weird to call her that - eying the students who were still standing and talking. When that did nothing, the old witch let out a sigh and pointed her wand toward her throat. “AHEM,” she said again, the word resonating in the room. The scraping of wood and decrease in voices indicated that this time she was heard. Clearing her throat, Minerva laid her wand down and folded her hands together. “Welcome back to Hogwarts,” she said, nodding at each table. “In a few moments this years first years will be coming in to be sorted. Afterwards, there will be dinner. So if you wait to socialize until then, that would be greatly appreciated.” She nodded her head to a side door, then went back to watching the students herself. Neville hid a smile. Only Minerva could look both stern and motherly at the same time.
The creaking of wood turned Neville’s eyes, as well as everyone else’s in the room, toward the big doors at the opposite end of the hall. Everyone watched as Penelope strode into the room, hat in one hand and stool in the other, followed by forty or some wide-eyed eleven year olds. As she had them line up in front everyone, Neville remembered his own first night there. He had been so terrified during the sorting, afraid that he wouldn’t end up anywhere. He wouldn’t be surprised if many of today’s first years felt the same way.
Neville scanned the first year as Penelope started reading names off. It was easy to recognize Rose: even though her hair wasn’t as bright as her dad’s, its dark red color still indicated that she was a Weasley. However, the eager look on her face was totally her mother’s. Albus also stood out, but only because he looked so much like his dad, except without glasses. He poked Rose and started whispering to her, causing Neville to smile. He had a feeling that they would be just like their parents had been, which meant that there would soon be a third person in their group. He studied the group, trying to figure it out, when his eyes fell on who could only be Malfoy Junior. The pale small boy stood there with white blond hair falling in front wide eyes as he stared up at the ceiling. Neville was pretty sure that within the first week, if not already, Malfoy and Albus would be mortal enemies.
That is, until Albus glanced over at Malfoy, then grabbed Rose’s hand and pulled her over with him to the other boy. Neville had no idea what Albus was saying, but Malfoy looked shocked, like he couldn’t believe he was being talked to. He then smiled slightly, causing Albus to grin back and Rose to smile hesitantly. Albus leaned close and said something else to Malfoy, causing a short conversation before Penelope said, “Malfoy, Scorpius.” Once again looking wide-eyed and almost scared, so different from how his father had looked when he went up there, Scorpius went up and sat down, squeezing his eyes shut as Penelope put the hat on his head.
The hat didn‘t immediately say “Slytherin!” like Neville was expecting. Instead, he heard a very quietly chanted “Not Slytherin, not Slytherin, not Slytherin…” from Scorpius. Neville blinked in surprise, then glanced over at the other professors to see if they had heard it too. The only one who gave any indication was Minerva, who had one eyebrow arched. She caught Neville’s eye just as the hat called out “Ravenclaw!” The quick smile she gave him and clapping and cheering coming from the direction of the first years told Neville all that he needed to know.
Some things won’t change, he thought, as Scorpius hesitantly sat at the end of the Ravenclaw table and turned to grin at Albus. But thanks to an Albus who sacrificed his life twenty years before, and an Albus of today, other things will.
vivien529 wanted something HP with Tom Riddle. Therefore, Tom Riddle back at Hogwarts.Garden :: Harry Potter (Tom Riddle centric) :: 476 words
Most students would say that Herbology was the pansy class, no pun intended. Why would they need Herbology in the future? Charms and Transfiguration and Potions were much more important.
Tom knew better. Of course, he thought as he made his way to Greenhouse Three, most of the students are complete idiots. Sometimes he wondered why they were even allowed to learn what they did. They were almost as bad as Muggles. He suppressed the small involuntary shiver that the came with the thought of the filthy impure humans as he pushed open the door.
“Ah, Tom. Glad you could join us,” said Professor Merryweather, beaming at him from across the room where she stood behind the teaching bench. She waved a dirt covered hand. “Come, come over here next to Pomona, she doesn‘t have partner, then we can get started.”
Smiling obediently instead of sneering like instinct told him to do, Tom walked over so that he was standing next to a short and slightly chubby student with yellow and black on her tie. “Sprout,” he said in greeting, barely hiding the disdain he felt.
Sprout lifted her chin, frizzy curls fluttering. “Riddle,” she replied, fixing him with a look. She already had dirt under her nails, making tom wonder if she ever washed her hands. Probably not, the filthy Hufflepuff. He gave her a cold look, the closest to a sneer he got in front of the teachers, and she glared at him in return, wrinkling her nose.
Professor Merryweather saw none of this, however. “Okay!” she said, clapping her hands together. “Let’s get started. Today we‘ll be working with floxfog…”
Three hours later as the rest of the class left, Tom lagged behind. The only other student still there was Sprout, who was putting up the rest of her supplies. Sucking in a breath, he walked back over to her. “Sprout,” he said, to get her attention.
Sprout looked up from stuffing her quill in her bag. She gave him a wary look. “Yes, Riddle?”
“As much as it pains me to say this,” he said, this time not hiding the sneer, “you were not that bad in class today.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, as if studying him, then lifted her chin. “Well,” she said, slinging her bag over her shoulder, “you weren’t bad yourself.”
Tom smirked at her. “Oh, I know.”
Sprout rolled her eyes, then slipped past him, heading to the door. She paused before leaving, turning back to him. “You know,” she said, giving him another studying look, “you might not do bad for a Slytherin.” With that, she turned away and left.
Tom continued to smirk, even after she was long gone. “Oh, don’t worry,” he said, fingering a leaf of the nearby Nightshade plant. His smirk turned a little dark.
“I won’t do bad at all.”
crazedcrasader wanted Buffyverse, with Faith and Willow discussing mistakes and redemption. I'm really really really sorry if this one sucks. *winces*I Don’t Give :: Buffy the Vampire Slayer :: 761 words
“Can’t sleep either?”
Faith dragged her eyes away from staring out in space to see Willow standing. “It’s more like a too much sleep thing,” she said, flicking her cigarette before taking another drag. “Me and comas get along so much that afterwards, I can’t sleep. Plus, tonight’s excitement has me all wired.”
Willow sighed, coming over to sit on the railing by Faith. “Yeah,” she said, staring down the street. “I know what you mean.”
Faith looked uneasy. “Hey, I’m sure B.’ll fine. She’s a big girl. She just needs to, I dunno, get away for a while. Let off some steam.” She tries to smile reassuringly. “Then we’ll all be one happy lil’ family again.” She frowned, then took another drag. “A dysfunctional family, but still one.”
“I guess,” Willow said, sighing again. “I just kind of feel bad. I mean, Buffy’s one of my best friends, and we just tossed her out,” she waved her hand in the air, “whoosh, like that.” She looked over at Faith. “And now we get a new leader.”
Faith grimaced. “Yeah, ‘bout that… I didn’t want, mean to…”
Willow held up a hand, smiling a little. “I know. It all kind of happened at once. In the ‘building up for a long time’ kind of way. You just happened to get to be hear when it all fell apart.”
“Woo, lucky me,” Faith said sarcastically. “Now it’s my turn to completely fuck up and lead these girls to their doom.”
“Don’t talk like that,” Willow said, reassuringly. “I’m sure you’ll do fine. You’re already on a good start, you know, saying we should all get sleep and such.”
“And yet here we are,” Faith smirked, “not sleeping.” She took a drag from her cigarette, then glanced at Willow. “You know, I’ve been tryin’ to figure something out.”
“Hm?”
Faith looked down at her cigarette and took one last drag before dropping it on the porch and crushing it with her book. “Out of the old gang, you’re the only person who didn’t look at me like the murderer I am, was, right off the bat. I would’ve thought that you would have the most reason to, well, besides B., on behalf of holding a knife to your neck.”
“Well,” Willow said, pulling up her legs so she could set her chin on her knees, “I kinda know what it’s like to be all evil like.”
Faith lifted her eyebrows. “You? Evil? You’re kidding me.”
“I wish.” Willow stared out in space, organizing her thoughts. “I went through this magic addiction phase last year. It caused me to get wrekless, and because of that, people got hurt. I stopped using magic, in hopes to put my life back together, to have T… people trust me again. But then…” She stopped, taking a deep breath that was only slightly shaking.
Faith looked uneasy, wishing she had another cigarette on her. “Hey, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want me. I’m all for not sharing emotions and feelings and shit.”
Willow shook her head, taking another deep breath. “Someone really close to me was killed, right in front of me. I snapped, killed the guy who killed her, then tried to destroy the world.”
Faith winced. “Damn. I’m sorry, Will. I didn’t know.”
Willow shrugged, not looking at Faith. “Xander managed to bring me back from the edge. I had to go away for a while, learn to control my magic all over again. Even then, when I came back, I still had to work a bit to get everyone’s trust back.”
“Well, you seem to have it now,” Faith said, glancing at the house. “I doubt I’ll ever get the gang’s complete trust.”
“You just need to give them time,” Willow said reassuringly. “I mean, they’re not completely snubbing you right now, right? It might be hard, but I’m sure they’ll be able to forgive you. Some day.”
Faith smirked. “Maybe they all need to go bad for a little bit, then they’ll know the deal.”
“Well, Xander is planning on becoming a pirate…” Willow grinned.
“Oh, that solves it, then,” Faith said, smirking. “The world is definitely doomed.” The smirk faded at Faith looked back out at the dark street. “You think we’re gonna survive this one?”
Willow followed Faith‘s gaze out to the street. “We’ve survived them before.”
Faith looked at Willow. “That’s not really an answer.”
Willow looked back, not saying anything. She didn’t really need to.
Faith sighed, then looked up at the sky. “Yeah. Me too.”
*slips away to endulge self in slash and secret lives*
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