Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor - Chapters: 75 - Words: 74,437 - Reviews: 125 - Favs: 81 - Follows: 79 - Updated: Dec 16 - Published: Jan 18, 2016 - id: 11739934
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"His dad, Sirius… he couldn't bare to lose Dumbledore too… not when his precious was already gone." –fanfict, "Precious"
Harry heard the footsteps coming nearer, and cursed himself for a fool. There was no use, now, in stripping off his robes and exposing the sep ointment to the air; he'd already used it twice, once to throw his dad off his trail and once to lose Sirius. Its Confunding power wouldn't work a third time, unless he strengthened it by means of the Precious – and that, like an idiot, he'd left out on his bedside table the day before, and his mother had found it and taken it from him before she'd left for Merseyside. Everyone was against him; it wasn't fair…
The closet door creaked open, and a pair of half-moon spectacles glinted in the darkness as Dumbledore poked his head in. "Ah, Harry," he said, with an infuriating twinkle in his eyes. "So you are here, after all. You've certainly been leading James and Sirius on a merry chase, haven't you? A good thing I happened to drop by, or they might never have located you." He shook his head. "Dear me, if you're this clever at age three, I tremble to think what it will be like having you at Hogwarts. But, in any case, the jig is up now – and it's time for you, my young renegade, to have that bath of yours."
"Waaaaahhhh!"
"[H]e sat on the grass staring at a headstone that barred two names, two people taken way too soon." –Lady0fNight, "To New Beginnings 2"
Softly, Ginny came up behind him and touched his shoulder. "Harry, we need to go back now," she whispered. "I know how hard it is, but giving yourself pneumonia isn't going to be any help to _ and _."
Even as her voice formed the names, she felt the otherworldly magic slip in amidst them and whisk them away. She put a hand to her bosom, and shivered; it was one thing to know that the ancient headstone barred the names of the Lost from being spoken, but quite another to feel it actually happening.
For the thousandth time, she wondered why the Others had taken them. (She had been assured that there was no use in seeking reason in the Others' actions, but her own human soul refused to believe it.) What did they want with human children? What had made them come to the Potter home on that particular midsummer night? And why had they left James, and only taken… the other two?
She shook her head, and squeezed her husband's shoulder. "Come on, darling," she said.
"'Do you think I could be like her one day, Tunny?' she asked, sliding under the covers." –McKinnon-and-Black-forever, "King and Lionheart"
Silence from the bedside table, and Lily hastened to clarify. "Alice Bonner, I mean. She seems to have everything: looks, taste, savoir-faire, a devoted older brother, glorious Transfiguration skills – and Frank Longbottom on top of it all. Not," she added quickly, "that I envy her Frank, specifically – but it would be nice to have a beau not too unlike him. You know, gentlemanly, considerate, soft-spoken, but definitely a man underneath it all – the opposite of Potter, basically. Do you suppose it'll ever happen?"
The large, silvery fish's only response was to swim down to the bottom of its tank and start nosing about in the silt, and Lily laughed aloud and rolled her eyes. "All right, be that way," she said. "I swear, next year I'm trading you in for a proper animal; I don't know what I was thinking, letting the man at the Menagerie talk me into buying a tunny instead of an owl."
"A year after Harry and Draco graduate from [H]ogwarts they meet in a coffee shop, and Draco has a part female dragon roommate?" –Shini4, summary to "The Beginning of a New"
"Your roommate is a dragon?" Harry said.
Draco nodded.
"A female dragon?"
"Part female," Draco said. "But part male, also."
Harry stared at him. "Excuse me?"
Draco sighed. "Look, Potter, you know how snails and earthworms reproduce, right? Each individual equipped with both male and female genitalia, so that, when they mate, each one begets what the other conceives? Well, the West Asian Phaendragon works the same way. It's perfectly natural."
Harry suppressed the impulse to shudder. "Okay, whatever you say," he said. "So how did this one acquire the necessary sapience to be able to share a lease with you?"
"Nobody knows," said Draco. "Alyshka itself doesn't know; apparently it just woke up one morning and found itself able to conceive abstract thoughts. It says it's probably the beginning of a new."
Harry blinked. "A new era, you mean?" he said. "A new chapter of history? A new stage in evolution?"
"No," said Draco. "Just a new." At the expression on Harry's face, he added, "Look, I only said it had an intellect; I didn't say it was any good at using it yet."
"You two ready to order, then?"
Draco glanced up at the waitress who had suddenly arrived. "Ah, yes, miss, thank you," he said. "I'll have a tall mocha breve, extra whipped creams, no sprinkles. And for you, Potter?"
"Just get me something strong," Harry muttered. "I have a feeling I'm going to need it."
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