I don't have to answer the voices in my head

It took him some time, but George Weasley learned how to be one, rather than one-of-two.

He kept the shop open, and without Fred there to steal the show (keep them laughing), he learned how to make Verity laugh on his own, and how to kiss her, and how to ask her to marry him.

He raised children of his own: Annie, Ben, Caroline, David and his twin Edmund, Gracie (Verity wanted to call her Fiona until he begged her not to), and Hugh. Not one of them went into Gryffindor, and George found he didn't mind at all.

Verity was a very wise woman. She never asked the obvious questions, and George never forgot to tell her how important she was, nor to credit his parents with teaching him to leave no doubts in the hearts of those he loved. Verity was wise enough not to point out that Molly and Arthur were probably a lesser influence in that respect.

When Verity was a memory of nearly seven years and all of his children were themselves great-grandparents, fifty-three Weasleys and fourteen Potters through Hogwarts and more always to come, George went to bed alone one warm spring night, and woke to the sounds of a busy train station.

He sat up and found himself on a bench at King's Cross, surrounded by faces he knew. There was Harry, gone two years before Verity, and Bill and Fleur together, gone only a year. Victoire sat near them with Teddy, playing something a bit like Exploding Snap, only the cards didn't blow up when Teddy slapped them down.

"Well bugger, I've gone and died, haven't I?" he murmured, and wasn't surprised in the least when a warm hand clapped down on his shoulder and a laugh like a mad jarvey sounded just behind him.

"Took you long enough, Georgie-old-son! You know, your Annie -

(scarlet fever, such a Muggle affliction to take a witch)

- says you've kept it all going, the shop and the Wheezes. What's this I hear about a new range of marital aids, hmm?"

George cackled and leaned back so he could see Fred. "You would've had fun, Freddie. Harry and Ron and Hermione, they did a lot to move us forward. Changed a lot of minds about Muggles and their ideas."

"Yeah? Brilliant. Thought you were going to follow me sooner, you know. Didn't want that. Who'd keep the authorities on their toes if we were both dead, hey?"

George grinned, relaxing as he surveyed their surroundings. "This place isn't so bad, but why hasn't anyone got on a train and left? I mean, train station, there's got to be a way to leave."

"Wasn't time yet," Fred informed him. "There isn't really a set schedule, but we've all been waiting for something. Oi, Colin! Look who finally made it!"

Creevey waved as he passed, smiling. "George, good to see you!"

Fred came around the end of the bench and sat next to George. "So you know I've a question for you, don't you?"

George knew. "Go on and ask it, then."

"Was it worth it? Any of it?"

George swallowed hard once, twice. "I lost you, Fred. I was lost. But yeah, it was worth it. Look around, they'll tell you too. It was worth it."

Annie Weasley, perpetually thirteen, bounded out from behind a pillar and waved frantically at everyone. "The train's come!"

Yeah... I wrote het - not only that, but dark het, featuring Tom/Ginny. WTF? Erm, I got bunnied over in pornandkittens. They're to blame for a lot of my blather lately, I think. 184 words of creepy, detached sex.

Warning: Chan ahead like whoa. Also dub-con, really. Not graphic, but pretty obvious.


Candor

( Ginny whimpered... )

Title: Uprising
Rating: PG
Characters: Harry, Luna, others.
Notes & Warnings: Implied offscreen character death. Takes place a month after Dumbledore's funeral.


Months of secrecy. It was difficult, but even Neville had reached a level of proficiency he'd never expected to gain in fifth year.

Here, now, Hogsmeade Station, Death Eaters along the platform and the Express reduced to a grimy string of boxcars waiting for children and adults without wands, Harry Potter ran his thumb over the charmed Galleon in his pocket. It hadn't stopped signaling for a week and he was pretty sure that meant Hermione was dead.

They'd worked on Voiceless magic this year, and Harry didn't need a wand. Nor did Luna. Harry stood.

"Defence Association, form up!"

Notes: Oh dear. Yeah, I wrote Snarry, but the twist is that this is house elf crack meta. I know, I know. Bad Loki. Stale cookies. ;)


( Dobby screamed in mortal terror... )

Word Count: 350
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Severus Snape
Notes/Warnings: Directly inspired by LJ-er irisgirl12000's triplet of drabbles. Utter nonsense and mush.


( At four in the morning, Harry crept in at the kitchen door. )

Title: Peter Pettigrew: 10 Messages, Never Received
Also Posted: soberloki entry
Warnings/Rating: HBP spoilers, if you squint. Also, a tiny bit of bad language.
Disclaimers/Author notes: I still have a bizarre feeling of sympathy for this character. Dang it, Brain, stop that! Ye hairy goats on the hill, I do love these meme thingers.

( 10 Messages )

You know the deal. 100 words, from a prompt by one of those delightful folks on my flist.

Product: Gnome-B-Gone
Requested By: thermidor
Notes: I'm SO SORRY, Percy. I really am.


Are you tired of gnomes in your garden?
Sick of having your radishes ravished?
Carrot carnage getting you down?

Try Percy Weasley's only contribution to Weasley Works Enterprises, Gnome-B-Gone!

This unique product is administered by Mr. Weasley himself, its secret guarded so jealously that no-one may watch him at work. Past customers will tell you, though, that Percy Weasley's Gnome-B-Gone leaves virtually no residue, so there is no danger to your garden, you, or your family after the product is applied, guaranteed!

Just listen to Mr. Weasley’s shrieks of triumph as he permanently de-gnomes your property!

“Oh Merlin, yes! YES!”