September 26th, 2009

Gods Can't Control You

Drabble: Precautions

Title: Precautions
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Alice Longbottom
Word Count: 100
Written for: first_order's Speed Drabble Weekend, prompt turn the lights out

All members of the Order of the Phoenix had a set of precautions they followed in case of attack.

When the baby came, she modified hers to make sure he’d keep safe. Reinforce the special shields around his nursery, twice a day. Cast an Imperturbable Charm so he wouldn’t wake, so they couldn’t hear him. Turn the lights out and pretend he wasn’t there. Hide him away so no Death Eaters could ever get close. Keep her wand by her side at all times. Be alert. Be ready.

The war was over. Alice Longbottom wasn’t supposed to need these anymore.

Drabble: Prayer for the Fallen

Title: Prayer for the Fallen
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Sirius, James, Peter, Remus
Word Count: 100
Written for: first_order's Speed Drabble Weekend, prompt a prayer for the fallen

They couldn’t often get away. The preparations involved in going to the pub, making sure they were reachable by the right people and untraceable by the rest, were a far cry from the spontaneity with which they used to bunk off to the Three Broomsticks. But tonight they made the effort.

It was Sirius’ turn to stand the round, according to Peter who kept track of these things. Once they had their drinks, Remus called for silence, although it was James who spoke.

He kept it simple. “To Clement Thwaite.”

They repeated the toast, drinking to the fallen Order member.
Footage Not Found

Drabble-ish: Red

Title: Red
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Lily/James
Word Count: 200
Written for: first_order's Speed Drabble Weekend, prompt my face is red

Lily Potter was embarrassed beyond belief. She could feel her face grow hot when the others finally came into the room and saw the humiliating tableau she presented.

Picking herself up off the floor, she tried to walk through them to the door with as much dignity and grace as she could muster, but her legs wobbled and she slipped once again.

James caught her, holding her tight, but even he was too mortified to look her in the eyes, staring off over her shoulder instead.

“Lily, Lily,” he cried into her ear, “what are you doing?”

Lily didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so she did both.

“I’m so embarrassed,” she said, trying to control herself, “I don’t know what everyone must think of me.”

“Lily,” James said again. He cupped her face, lightly trailing two fingers over her cheekbone. Her blush rubbed off on them.

She stared at his fingers, touched them hesitantly. They were wet and sticky, the colour and consistency of blood. Touching her face, she found more of it there. Her face was covered in blood.

“Lily,” James was saying, “what happened? Please, please, tell me what happened.”

Lily couldn’t answer. She didn’t know.
Red Deer

Drabble-ish: Those Who Defy

Title: Those Who Defy
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Alice/Frank
Word Count: 200
Written for: first_order's Speed Drabble Weekend, prompt loud and defiant

Frank was the one who told her about the prophecy.

He had to meet Dumbledore alone since Alice had been stuck all day with a group of expectant mothers, teaching an Auror-sponsored workshop on how to protect themselves and their families from a Death Eater attack. It was pointless and it was useless, but the workshops seemed to be all the Ministry would assign her ever since they found out she was pregnant.

“Voldemort’s going after our baby?” she asked when Frank’s words sunk in. “No, wait—”

Her husband nodded sombrely. She had thought someone had died when she first arrived home and saw his face. “It might be Lily and James. They defied him three times as well. Dumbledore doesn’t know.”

For a brief moment, Alice allowed herself to wonder if it was worth it, whether what they did was worth the price they paid.

That moment passed and Alice pushed those doubts away. She smiled at Frank. It was shaky and there was no humour behind it, but her husband would appreciate it all the same.

“Then let’s hunt down that bastard. Even if we can’t—even if—at the very least, let’s make it four times.”