He found the journal on the train (Response to a writing prompt found on Pinterest)

He found the journal on the train.

He’d know that journal anywhere.  Only two people had a TARDIS blue journal like that, and he was the other one.

“Okay, River, where are you?  I know you’re here, you never let this journal out of your sight.”

“Hello, sweetie,” he heard from behind him.

“Hello, love,” Eleven answered, turning with a smile, her journal in his outstretched hand.

“So what are we up to now?  Fly-fishing on Alpha Centauri?  Hunting with Vastra and Jenny?  Saving Jack from yet another hare-brained idea of his?  I know we’re nowhere near Trenzalore yet, and you weren’t there for that anyway, so what crazy adventure are we off on today?”

“Spoilers,” River answered with her signature smile.

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Gearing Up (Original idea set in the Potterverse)

Harry, Hermione, Ron and George were in George’s flat over the joke shop, tossing bright yellow boxes into canvas duffle bags, checking items off a list as they went.

“Dungbombs,” Harry called out as a box sailed over his shoulder.

“Be careful with these, would you?  We don’t want them going off in here!” George admonished, ticking off another item.  “And check.”

“Peruvian Darkness Powder,” Hermione called, sending two boxes flying towards George.

“Check.”  George caught them in midair with his wand, then levitated them into the bag closest to him.

“Detonating Decoys!”  Ron aimed his towards George, who made sure they landed safely inside his bag.

“Do you have any Shield Hats left…never mind, found them.”  Ron pulled every box off the shelf and levitated them into the middle bag.

After the reserve shelves were emptied into the duffle bags, Hermione rearranged the contents so that there was an equal number of each type of prank in each bag, and that all four of them had full bags.  Once she was satisfied, the checklist went into the fire before she turned her attention back to the boys.

She hefted one of the bags onto her shoulder, a determined look on her face.  “Right, let’s go show those Death Eaters we’re not to be trifled with.”

With equally determined expressions, the boys followed suit, and they left the flat with Harry in the lead, singing, “A-hunting we will go, a-hunting we will go…”

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Fun With Draco (Response to a writing prompt found on Pinterest)

“Can you please go be stupid somewhere that’s away from me?”

“Now where would be the fun in that, Malfoy?  I can’t annoy you if I’m not near you,” Ron said mischievously.

“Exactly!”

“But annoying you is so much fun, Malfoy!” Ron protested cheerfully.

Draco glared at the redheaded git, but Ron only grinned back at him.

“Harry!  Would you please find something else for this idiot to do?  I’m trying to work in here!” Draco called to the back of the house, exasperated.

“He’s only trying to be friendly!” Harry called back, the humour evident in his voice.

“A golden retriever is friendly!  This git is simply annoying!”  Draco heard laughter coming from the direction of the kitchen and growled in frustration.

“I didn’t know ferrets could growl, Malfoy.”

“Don’t you have to be stupid somewhere else?” Draco spat out.

“Not until four,” Ron answered cheerfully.

Draco glared at him.  Suddenly he grinned evilly, grabbed his wand, and fired a mild stinging hex at Ron.

Ron yelped, glared at Draco, and fired back at him.

Draco sprang from his chair, grinning, and the chase was on.

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Evil Lite (Response to a writing prompt found on Pinterest)

“You’re not as evil as people think you are,” Luna said, seeming to stare straight into his very soul.

“No, I’m much worse,” Draco drawled.

“No, you just want people to think you are, but I know better, Dray.  I know deep inside you there’s a lost little boy who’s just trying to save his family, no matter what anyone thinks of him.  If you were really as bad as you pretend to be, you wouldn’t care what happened to them and would be perfectly happy to stand by and watch Voldemort torture and kill your parents, or worse, help him to do so.  But you could never do that, Dray, you just don’t have it in you.  Killing in self-defense or defense of others, sure, but to deliberately kill in cold blood?  That’s just not who you are.”

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Death Eater Messenger (Response to a writing prompt found on Pinterest)

“Can I kill him?” Ron asked.

No,” Harry and Hermione chorused.

“Just a little bit?”

No, Ronald.  We need him to take a message back to his master,” Harry explained.

“Oh, alright,” Ron grumbled.  “But I’d rather kill him.  He’s a stupid, evil git, and he wouldn’t hesitate to kill us if the roles were reversed.”

“Exactly!  We don’t want to stoop to their level, Ron, no matter how justified we may feel in doing so.”

“I know, Harry, but just once I wish…”

“I know, mate.  But if we act out of anger, even righteous anger, we ultimately do more harm than good.  In the heat of battle, fine.  But not in cold blood, mate, or we become as bad as them.”

Pulling out a sealed roll of parchment, Harry used a sticking charm to attach it to the Death Eater’s chest.  He then snapped the man’s wand into several pieces, then attached them to the Death Eater as well.

“Make sure your master gets the message,” Harry instructed, before turning one of the wand pieces into a Portkey and activating it, sending the man back to Voldemort’s lair.

Hermione pulled another scroll out of her pocket, sealed it, and attacked it to Pig, with instructions to wait until Ollivander was alone before delivering it.  Pig hooted excitedly, then flew off.

“There,” Harry said with satisfaction.  “Now if the git wants a new wand, he’ll have to go elsewhere, because Garrick won’t deal with him anymore.  Come on, let’s get back to the Ministry so we can get our paperwork out of the way, then go home and relax.”

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Covered in Evidence (Response to a writing prompt found on Pinterest)

“I’d hug you right now, but you’re covered in evidence.  And I also really don’t want to.”

“Evidence is a really nice euphemism for blood, gore, and guts,” Harry said conversationally.

“You’re totally missing the point.  Do you know how hacked I am at you right now?” Hermione hissed.

“But you still love me, right, sis?” Harry said, grinning.

“Yes, you insufferable prat, I still love you,” Hermione growled.  “Now let’s get Shack here so we can turn the scene over to someone not covered in Death Eater guts, give our statements, and go home.  Ginny must be worried sick by now, and if Ron doesn’t hear from me soon, he’ll wind up dropping the kids at the Burrow so he can come looking for us.”

“With Ginny not far behind,” Harry agreed.  He sent a message Patronus to the Ministry, then walked outside to wait for the Minister and his contingent.

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Books Aren’t Supposed to Glow (Response to a writing prompt found on Pinterest)

Harry and Hermione were working in the library at Grimmauld Place on day, replacing books on the shelves, when suddenly a book near Harry started glowing.

“Hermione, why is this book glowing?” Harry called nervously to his best friend.

“Where is it?” she called back distractedly, not looking up from her notetaking.  She was keeping a running list of the books they were studying, so that their friends would know what books were actually safe to take off the shelves whenever they visited.

“Over here, a few feet from where I’m standing.  I don’t know what the subject is, but it’s glowing with a bright white light.”

“Go over and pick it up,” Hermione instructed.  “Read the title.”

I’m not picking it up, you pick it up!  Have you forgotten who used to own these books?  I’m not picking up anything in this house that glows like that, there’s no telling whether it’s cursed or not!  You’re welcome to do so, if you like.”

“Boys!” Hermione muttered, stomping over to the shelves.  “Alright, where is it?”

“Right there,” Harry said, pointing.  Hermione found the book and pulled it off the shelf, tilting the volume in an attempt to see the title printed on the spine.

The Lord of the Rings, by JRR Tolkien.  I always wondered if he wasn’t a wizard,” Hermione mused.

“Ha ha, very funny.  I cannot see the pureblood bigoted Blacks owning a copy of Tolkien’s work, whether he was a wizard or not,” Harry retorted.  “What’s it really say?”

The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, by C.S. Lewis.”

“Hermione…”

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, by L. Frank Baum.”

“Hermione Jean!”

Most Potente Potions.”  Hermione was laughing merrily at this point.

“Give me that thing!” Harry exclaimed, exasperated.  “The Marauders Book of Pranks, by Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs…well that explains why it was glowing, it was trying to let the next generation know it was here.  Looks like the current generation is going to have a female in it,” he remarked, shooting a look at Hermione, who smirked.

The Chronicles of Prydain by Lloyd Alexander,” she said, grinning wickedly.  “In one volume.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at her.  She laughed and took off running, with Harry hot on her heels.  “Get back here!  Just wait till I get my hands on you…The Chronicles of Prydain, honestly!”

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