(Well... I'm back, and not exactly in the fandom I thought I'd be writing in… Don't get me wrong, I love the Potter universe, but I was defiantly expecting myself to stay in a different area until I was sure I was out of my weird writing funk… Anyways, I hope you all enjoy my attempts at my (mostly) Harry based drabbles! I own nothing, just building my own sandcastles in the pile of sand I was given.)
Sheet music
Visiting Hermione's family after the war, Harry wasn't surprised to see the amount of books that lay scattered about the Granger family home, yet he was astounded to see the books on music that lined the walls of her room. He had never in seven long years guessed that Hermione Jane Granger was an accomplished piano player. As his eyes followed her fingers as they played a simple melody, he smiled and sat beside her, mimicking her simple movements until he could play the alphabet song right along with her.
Corner
Harry stood in the middle of the kitchen, arms folded across his chest as he surveyed the damaged his eldest son had done. He inhaled deeply and turning his gaze onto said child, raising an eyebrow at his fifteen year old. Teddy hesitantly looked up to meet his father's eyes. Without a word, Harry raised a hand and pointed at the nearest corner, tapping his foot gently on the floor. As Teddy trudged across the room, head down, Harry could almost make his mutters about stupid dads, wasn't his faults, and being way too old to be sent to the corner.
Santa
"Do you think Santa will get hungry?" Teddy whispered to his parents one night as they listened to the wireless. He was playing with Lily, making silly face at her as she perched wobbly on her mother's lap. Harry tucked his young son into his side, smoothing purple hair down with a gentle hand. With a glance at Hermione, who smiled, he leaned down to whisper in his little boy's ear. Teddy was up, off the couch, and into the kitchen within moments. Before Hermione could ask, the little boy came back into the family room with a tray and placed it gently onto the small table. "Cookies!" he exclaimed with a toothy grin.
Luck
It was a simple game of chess between friends, one an excellent strategist, the other just looking for a few calm moments of peace in an otherwise hectic day. Between the moves made, and the laughs shared, the strategist made a move on the board, unobserved by his weary friend. With a few more moves, the strategist lost, watching his friend stare at him with an awestruck expression. As his friend walked away, whistling cheerfully, the strategist smiled to himself. His friend wasn't an unlucky fellow, he just sometimes needed a small reminder that lucky things do happen at a time you least expect it.
Graduation
Green eyes locked with vivid blue as Harry handed his eldest son an old and weathered bit of parchment and a letter. Watching his father with a confused expression, Teddy looked down to read the parchment, and then slowly tore open the note. As he read, Harry carefully watched the expressions the flickered across the young face: surprise, sadness, shock, ending with pride. Harry's eyes crinkled into a smile when his teenager looked up, and suddenly found his arms full of Teddy Lupin. "Thanks for giving me the note from my parents. Love you, dad." Teddy murmured arms tight around his father's middle.
Harry held his now grown up son tightly and rested his cheek against Teddy's now raven black hair. "I love you too, Ted."
