The Drabble Challenge
Written in response to Aiiimy's drabble challenge on the FF forum, haven't written for a while for various reasons so I would appreciate some reviews I fear I may not be up to the job any more! I've used various characters with quite a few using my beloved Charlie! First 5 XX
1) Shattered
Harry sat alone for the first time in what seemed like years. It was over, Voldemort was dead and the war over. Harry was exhausted; mentally, physically and emotionally. He didn't really know what was next to come. After the battle and the bitter sweet realisation that there were many casualties on their side that had helped them win the war, after the celebrations, the tears, the funerals and memorials, Harry didn't know what was next. He had fought for this for so long that he hadn't thought about what would happen afterwards. He had nothing left to fight for, yet everything left to live for. But he didn't know how to go forward into that life and live it. He was the boy who lived, the famous Harry Potter, the man who had defeated the dark lord or he had been but now could he be who he had longed to be, just plain old Harry? Did he even know how to be plain old Harry? Did he even want to be? He also hated himself for feeling a twinge of guilt that another had died by his hand, even if it was Voldemort, why would he feel guilty, the death was indirect and if it hadn't been Voldemort it would have been Harry, but the odd feeling stayed. These questions whirled as he heard the door open behind him, he didn't look up as Ginny sat on the bed next to him. She threw herself back onto the bed and sighed deeply, Harry laid next to her, both staring up at the ceiling.
"Merlin I'm shattered" said Ginny.
"Me too" Harry agreed, and realised he was in all senses of the word, but the woman next to him could put him back together again.
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2) Bleeding
Molly Weasley sighed, hands on hips in a stance that her children had come to recognise that meant she was about to confront one or all of them, and it wasn't going to be pretty.
"It wasn't my fault" said Bill, hands in a defensive position in front of him.
"Never is, is it?" glowered his mother "Who's fault was it then? Hmmm?"
"It was an accident" Bill shrugged "Wasn't it Charlie?" Bill glared at his younger brother, daring him to disagree.
"Don't involve me" Charlie shrugged "I didn't see what happened" Charlie knew he'd pay for it later but he loved winding Bill up.
"I have told you before William" Molly revved herself up "You are the oldest and therefore you are responsible"
"I was no where near Percy!" Bill exploded "It was the twins, they started on him while me and Charlie were…." Bill tailed off as he realised that admitting to what he and Charlie were up to while the twins beat Percy to a pulp, would probably be worse than taking the rap for them.
"Doing what?" Molly raised an eyebrow at him, somehow managing to incorporate Charlie into the look "While you were trying to get a glimpse of the girl from the farm sunbathing in her bikini with the binoculars that Charlie has shoved up his shirt?"
Charlie and Bill mouthed uncomfortably as she continued "So while you two were ogling a woman while those…thugs" she glowered at the twins who grinned back at her unashamed "Beat Percy up again"
"He should be able to look after himself by now" Bill argued "Ginny and Ron can"
"And that's it isn't it?" Molly raged at him "It's you and Charlie, the twins and Ron and Ginny and poor Percy is left out! Again! Well I tell you all" she pointed a finger at each of them in turn "stop leaving him out or you will have me to answer to!"
The children and young adults dropped their heads in shame, except Percy, who developed a smug appearance through his bruises, Molly however was one step ahead of him.
"And Percy, don't be such a victim, stand up for yourself and stop looking so cocky and get yourself cleaned up, you are bleeding all over the floor!"
Molly turned back to her cooking, which was the signal that they were dismissed, one by one they slunk away to plan their revenge.
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3) Smile
Written from the POV of 'Rosie' an OC I created for another collection of drabbles.
I watched Charlie as the smile spread over his face and felt a wonderful glow that it was me that had put it there. To be fair it doesn't really take a lot to make Charlie smile, he's one of those people who always seems to be smiling. He's easy going and has a wonderful sense of humour which is always attractive in a man. Add to that his fantastic body – working with dragons keeps him fit, those lovely blue eyes that seem to be cool and warm at the same time and his way of making you (well me at any rate) feel totally at ease and wildly excited at the same time and you have the perfect man.
Except you can't describe Charlie without mentioning his smile, or rather smiles. He has several that most people probably don't notice, but being a Charlie-ologist I have. He has that tight lipped 'You are pissing me off but I have to be nice to you smile' the boss gets that a lot, as do members of the wizarding public that Charlie has to entertain as part of his job. Then he has the smile that he uses when he's patronising you, it doesn't quite reach his eyes but takes the edge off what he is saying and you are so intent on pleasing him you don't notice the 'Idiot tone' he's using to address you, I've had that one a few times. Then there's his warm smile, the one he uses mainly on the dragons to be honest but I have been on the receiving end a few times, which is a nice feeling. Then we have the sexy cheeky grin that just shouts to you that he knows exactly what you are thinking and totally agrees.
Then we have the smile that he's giving me now, the big open smile that he rarely uses for anyone. The one that means he's happy and secure, the one that he gives so freely when you deserve it, the one that makes me go weak at the knees with all those mushy feelings I never thought I would feel. It's a smile I'll do anything for, it's a smile that means he's in love – with me!
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4) Red
"It's GINGER!"
"It's RED!"
Fred and George Weasley stood practically nose to nose, aggression barely in check. They were 'discussing' the colour of their hair.
"Don't be so jumped up Fred!" George shouted "We have ginger hair, not red, not auburn flowing locks – ginger hair that does what it wants"
"You might have ginger hair" Fred retorted "But mine's red!"
"Your hair is exactly the same colour as mine, that's the deal with identical twins you pratt! And if I have ginger hair then so do you!" George was losing patience now.
"No!" Fred shouted pushing his finger into George's chest "My hair is RED and SO IS YOURS!"
"IT IS GINGER!" George roared pushing Fred back into the chest of drawers, Fred scrabbled to stay on his feet dislodging a book as he groped for support, a photograph fluttered from between the pages and landed at George's feet. Fred reached desperately for the picture but George was too quick.
"Who's this then?" he quizzed, his tone changing from aggressive to sly in a heartbeat.
"No one" Fred grabbed at the print "Give it 'ere"
"Uh Uh" George shook his head and read the writing on the picture "To my Freddie, the sexiest red head I know and I can't believe there are two of you, all my love Katarina"
The brothers looked at each other a moment before George spoke "Is that Katarina from the three broomsticks?"
"The very same" Fred beamed
"And have you…..?"
"I certainly have" Fred smirked with more than a touch of smug about him.
"And she'd ….?"
"I do believe she would George" Fred replied.
George glanced in the mirror behind Fred, running his hands through his hair before turning to him again.
"You know Fred" George said thoughtfully "I think that my hair is more red than ginger"
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5) Green
Hermione Granger hated the colour green, it simply brought bad things to mind really. There were nice things that were green like trees and grass, natural things like that, yet green still had a bad association for her.
Potions that went wrong tended to go green, and Hermione did not like it when things went wrong at all. The annoying and niggly spells all had green flashes too, the major ones were red, but somehow the green ones just annoyed her more, they didn't seem to serve a purpose other than to irritate and irk the target, to someone as logical as Hermione that seemed pointless. The plants in herbology were green, obviously, and although she would never have admitted it, while she was at school herbology wasn't as easy for her as she'd made out.
Of course the fact that Hermione disliked had nothing to do with the fact that Draco Malfoy, a through and through Slytherin still wore green robes the colour of his school house. That he swished past her each day in the ministry as she swished past him, that she was at great pains to ensure those green robes did not touch her at all. She didn't consider that green reminded her of the guilt and shame she felt about feeling so attracted and repulsed by the man wearing those robes each day she saw him.
No Hermione just didn't like the colour green, that's all.
