My Harry Potter Drabbles

It had to happen...

Hermione rushed into the Gryiffindor common room and made a beeline for Ron and Harry, who were playing wizard's chess at a table near the fireplace.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked, seeing her pale, stricken expression.

"We've got a problem," she said, wide-eyed. "Mrs. Norris just had kittens."

"Oh great," Ron groaned. "More of those nasty things to spy on us."

"That's not the worst of it," Hermione wailed. "They look just like Crookshanks! Filch is going to kill me!"

Warm Hearts

Severus and Lily stood watching the giant squid lazily swimming in the lake, their shoulders touching. His heart skipped a beat as she slowly took his hand and locked her fingers around his.

"Mmm. Cold hands, warm heart," she said softly.

"What?" He blinked.

"Hmm? Oh, sorry, that's just some old saying my grandmother
had. 'Cold hands, warm heart.' Hers were, too."

Severus smiled without meaning to. The usual reaction he got was more along the lines of "Eew, you feel like a corpse. No wonder you're so pale." He tightened his grip on her soft hand and, for the first time in longer than he cared to contemplate, was truly happy.


One Point For Gryffindor

Above the din of battle, one word suddenly stood out--its source far too near.  "Avada—"

Snape reached instinctively for his wand yet knew it was already too late. But then…

"Petrificus Totalus!"

Snape turned slowly to see a Death Eater frozen on the ground ten paces behind him.

The Young Man Who Lived still had his wand raised, a grimly satisfied expression on his scarred face.

Snape stared in disbelief, unable to breathe.

Not again.

When he found his voice, he hissed, "One point for Gryffindor, Mr. Potter."

And somehow, Harry had the nerve to smile at him.




Snape, Lily, Harry Potter and related stuff belongs to the very talented J.K. Rowling, not me.