A/N: I'm starting this one-shot fic as a bit of a pet project. It will include 26 different fics, all in the order of the alphabet- if you have a suggestion for the next word, review and tell me. It's Harry-centric, some may be M, if so I'll tell you at the top. I don't think they'll have anything in common, if they do, again, I'll tell you. There will probably be both slash, het and femslash. Some might even be two or more words, depending on suggestions and inspirations, but of course all will be the same letter.
I don't own, and I don't want to, either.
Yes, I like obscure words. So sue me. All obscure-ness is found at phrontistery(dot)info.
A stands for Archaeolatry (the worship of archaic things or old customs).
The wizarding world was a horribly archaic place: they believed in arranged marriages, women lower than cockroaches and the fact that children wasn't children, but heirs. The Weasley's were marginally better, if only for the fact that they actually cherished the children for what they were.
But Harry would never be able to stay in the wizarding world, neither would Hermione. No matter how much they loved magic and their pure/half-blood friends, they were all to used to the fact that a woman could speak her mind, that anyone could marry whoever they felt like marrying.
They were used to a modern community, which the wizarding world wasn't, and never could be. They briefly entertained the thought of changing things, but even though they both had helped defeat Voldemort (hell, one of them even did the deed!), they had no chance.
The wizarding world was too archaeolatic to even briefly entertain the thought of changing, and therefore, not a place where Harry and Hermione Potter could spend the rest of their lives, and absolutely not a place to raise their unborn child.
Yes, I couldn't resist doing another, specially when I saw this word. This one is a very minidrabble thing, but I couldn't resist this word!
A stands for Arachibutyrophobia (the fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of mouth).
The fact that it, in the end, had been so easy. Harry never had to kill him with his own hands. Hell, no one needn't kill him at all. He did it all so neatly, himself.
But who the hell would've thought that Lord Voldemort, the invincible man with seven horcruxes, would be deathly afraid of peanut butter? More so, than Ron of spiders.
In the end, all it took was a sandwich with some peanut butter on, and a slight compulsion, that now worked because of his weakened state after having all his horcruxes destroyed, on the sandwich to eat it. Somehow, the peanut butter stuck to the roof of his mouth, and he had a heart attack from the fear it instilled in him.
Slightly anticlimactic, but effective, and Harry never needed to bloody his hands.
Well? What do you think? Review with suggestions for B! The more obscure it is, the better! I've got it as a goal to have at least one uploaded every week, but we'll see. I hope you liked it!