These drabbles were all requested by friends, who gave me a character and/or a topic when I was feeling bored one day.
George angst post-Fred's death
George couldn't bear running the shop without Fred, but nor could he ever close it. He looked at the dusty shelves stocked with skiving snackboxes and other prank products, the tangible remains of a dead brother. The room felt stale, cryptlike. He shuddered.
"You just need another Weasley." George turned and saw Ron carrying an enormous box in his arms, his back arching under its weight. He was grinning. "I figured, I need a job, you need help. Perfect."
The shadow of a familiar smile twitched around George's mouth. "You do realize, Ronniekins, you've just volunteered as a test subject?"
Andromeda Tonks being a grandmother
It had been many years since she'd held a baby. Long enough for her hair to turn gray, the house to rot, the cabinets to crack and the upholstry to fade.
The little boy in her arms had no idea this house had ever been anything other than what it was now, and in a way that was oddly comforting. To him, all was right. The couch cushions were exactly as they should be, not a mockery of their former elegance.
Teddy sneezed, his hair turning bright red. Andromeda laughed. With the children in this house, some things never changed.
Luna Lovegood
Luna wasn't sure how long she'd been imprisoned at Malfoy Manor, although judging from the number of grumbumblies that had visited her in the shadows, it'd been a while. Grumbumblies were very shy, so she was always careful not to move or make any noise when there was one nearby.
Today, however, she could hear a particularly bold one snuffling about, and she was about to reach out a hand to coax it closer when the door was thrown open and several people were catapaulted in.
"Luna!" came Dean Thomas's astonished voice.
"Oh, Dean," she sighed. "You've frightened him away!"
Lavender Brown seventh year
Hogwarts was falling apart. It was more evident every day, with the Slytherins getting crueler, Snape doing nothing, and the Carrows cursing students at every turn. The teachers were helpless. Protestations would lose them their jobs and the students would have no one left to support them.
Lavender had started carrying her DA coin around in her pocket, finding it a comfort she couldn't explain, a little piece of hope. Dropping her hand to touch the cool metal, she started in surprise when she felt it warming her palm. It was active! Lavender turned and ran towards the seventh floor.
Bellatrix Lestrange, post-OotP and pre-DH.
That damn Potter child. He's probably back at school with his feet up, moaning and whining so all of his little friends will come and feed him chocolate on a silver platter.
Ha, I'd like to see the werewolf try touching a silver platter...
He's weak. He can't even cast a decent cruciatus. He did nothing at the Ministry. He was hiding the whole time, filthy half-blood coward. If only the Dark Lord didn't have that rule that only he may kill the boy, I would have had him. I would have killed him myself.
Easy, Bellatrix. There's always Longbottom...