Fanfiction by Molly
Thursday, October 27, 2005
[Meme Molly] My Turn!
Yet another meme... this one I snurched from my bro, who in turn snurched it from one of his friends, who in turn snurched it from one of her friends.. a true meme.
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fourth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the "coolest" book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.
Here's what my book said:
Dimrost, the Rainy Stair, those falls were called, but after that day Nen Girith, the Shuddering Water; for Turambar and his men halted there, but as soon as Niniel came to that place she grew cold and shivered, and they could not warm her or comfort her.
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Posted by Molly Morrison to Meme Molly at 10/27/2005 07:13:00 PM ¶ 7:15 PM 0 comments
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fourth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the "coolest" book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.
Here's what my book said:
Dimrost, the Rainy Stair, those falls were called, but after that day Nen Girith, the Shuddering Water; for Turambar and his men halted there, but as soon as Niniel came to that place she grew cold and shivered, and they could not warm her or comfort her.
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Posted by Molly Morrison to Meme Molly at 10/27/2005 07:13:00 PM ¶ 7:15 PM 0 comments
Sunday, October 23, 2005
House Elf Harry - Chapter 1
This is the completed (not edited, but completed) first chapter of House Elf Harry.. I'm posting it in anticipation of having a second chapter to post relatively soon. :-)
House Elf Harry - Chapter 1
“Time for a wand,” she said, and began guiding him to Ollivander's. Harry didn't seem to accept this as easily as he had the clothing, though.
“I don't need a wand!” he exclaimed, stopping in place.
“Yes, Mr. Potter, you do. Now come along,” she said sternly.
Harry opened his mouth to give what appeared to be an angry response, before closing his mouth, lowering his head, and allowing her to guide him forward. They were in Ollivander's a few minutes later.
“Harry Potter,” said the man as he stepped out from between the rows of shelves. “I thought I'd be seeing you soon... you have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Excellent for charms work.”
Harry hadn't looked up yet, but Ollivander continued. “Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it; it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, you know.”
The eleven-year-old's head came up then, as McGonagall could have anticipated. “Harry is not a wizard,” he said firmly. “Harry does not want a wand, and a wand will not choose Harry.”
Minerva wasn't sure that she had ever seen Ollivander caught completely flat-footed before now. The eerie old wizard stared at Harry and didn't seem to be able to come up with anything to say. McGonagall stepped in immediately. “Well then, Harry, you won't mind waving any wand that Mr. Ollivander gives to you, will you?”
Harry looked surprised, but then shrugged. Apparently, he couldn't fight that logic.
Minerva was doubting her own logic when half an hour and dozens of boxes later, no wand had so much as shot sparks. Was it possible that Harry was somehow stifling his magic, or that he had done so much House Elf magic without a wand that a wand would no longer choose him? Harry hadn't said a word throughout the whole procedure, and Ollivander had stopped describing the new wands, giving in to Harry's obvious interest in getting through this as quickly and quietly as possible.
The uncomfortable silence of the old shop was broken, finally, by a cry of surprise from Harry. He had reached out to take and swish the next wand, but had drawn his hand back immediately after touching it. “Did you feel something?” Ollivander asked, luminous eyes wide with excitement. “Pick it up and give it a swish, Mr. Potter!”
Hesitantly Harry reached out again, and still seemed to be uncomfortable when he was holding it. He gave it a swish, and yellow and red sparks emerged from it. McGonagall let out a breath in relief. “How much will that be, Mr. Ollivander?”
“I don't want it!” Harry cried out, dropping it back into the box as though it was burning his hand. “I'm not a wizard, I don't want to be a wizard.”
“Mr. Potter,” Minerva began, but with a soft pop he had disappeared. Ollivander gaped at the spot where he had stood, then looked at her, raising an eyebrow.
“I have anti-Apparation wards all over this place, as old as my family. Not to mention Mr. Potter hasn’t even attended Hogwarts, much less reached the age to learn to Apparate, and claims to not want to be a Wizard.”
“He’s apparently befriended at least one House Elf, and wants to believe that he *is* one.”
Ollivander blinked his large eyes owlishly. “A House Elf? Intriguing. I have never heard of a Wizard who successfully performed House Elf magic.” He put the lid on the box. “Perhaps you should take this to Hogwarts for him, then. I presume he will still be attending Hogwarts..?”
McGonagall nodded, her lips still pursed. “That is the plan. I should report back to Headmaster Dumbledore, now,” she replied, taking the box from Ollivander’s outstretched hand.
“Please also notify the headmaster that the only brother wand to that of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has now been sold.” McGonagall only allowed her eyes to widen slightly at this information, nodded curtly, and strode quickly from the shop and out of Diagon Alley, carrying the precious wand with her. ¶ 7:29 PM 1 comments
House Elf Harry - Chapter 1
“Time for a wand,” she said, and began guiding him to Ollivander's. Harry didn't seem to accept this as easily as he had the clothing, though.
“I don't need a wand!” he exclaimed, stopping in place.
“Yes, Mr. Potter, you do. Now come along,” she said sternly.
Harry opened his mouth to give what appeared to be an angry response, before closing his mouth, lowering his head, and allowing her to guide him forward. They were in Ollivander's a few minutes later.
“Harry Potter,” said the man as he stepped out from between the rows of shelves. “I thought I'd be seeing you soon... you have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Excellent for charms work.”
Harry hadn't looked up yet, but Ollivander continued. “Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it; it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, you know.”
The eleven-year-old's head came up then, as McGonagall could have anticipated. “Harry is not a wizard,” he said firmly. “Harry does not want a wand, and a wand will not choose Harry.”
Minerva wasn't sure that she had ever seen Ollivander caught completely flat-footed before now. The eerie old wizard stared at Harry and didn't seem to be able to come up with anything to say. McGonagall stepped in immediately. “Well then, Harry, you won't mind waving any wand that Mr. Ollivander gives to you, will you?”
Harry looked surprised, but then shrugged. Apparently, he couldn't fight that logic.
Minerva was doubting her own logic when half an hour and dozens of boxes later, no wand had so much as shot sparks. Was it possible that Harry was somehow stifling his magic, or that he had done so much House Elf magic without a wand that a wand would no longer choose him? Harry hadn't said a word throughout the whole procedure, and Ollivander had stopped describing the new wands, giving in to Harry's obvious interest in getting through this as quickly and quietly as possible.
The uncomfortable silence of the old shop was broken, finally, by a cry of surprise from Harry. He had reached out to take and swish the next wand, but had drawn his hand back immediately after touching it. “Did you feel something?” Ollivander asked, luminous eyes wide with excitement. “Pick it up and give it a swish, Mr. Potter!”
Hesitantly Harry reached out again, and still seemed to be uncomfortable when he was holding it. He gave it a swish, and yellow and red sparks emerged from it. McGonagall let out a breath in relief. “How much will that be, Mr. Ollivander?”
“I don't want it!” Harry cried out, dropping it back into the box as though it was burning his hand. “I'm not a wizard, I don't want to be a wizard.”
“Mr. Potter,” Minerva began, but with a soft pop he had disappeared. Ollivander gaped at the spot where he had stood, then looked at her, raising an eyebrow.
“I have anti-Apparation wards all over this place, as old as my family. Not to mention Mr. Potter hasn’t even attended Hogwarts, much less reached the age to learn to Apparate, and claims to not want to be a Wizard.”
“He’s apparently befriended at least one House Elf, and wants to believe that he *is* one.”
Ollivander blinked his large eyes owlishly. “A House Elf? Intriguing. I have never heard of a Wizard who successfully performed House Elf magic.” He put the lid on the box. “Perhaps you should take this to Hogwarts for him, then. I presume he will still be attending Hogwarts..?”
McGonagall nodded, her lips still pursed. “That is the plan. I should report back to Headmaster Dumbledore, now,” she replied, taking the box from Ollivander’s outstretched hand.
“Please also notify the headmaster that the only brother wand to that of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has now been sold.” McGonagall only allowed her eyes to widen slightly at this information, nodded curtly, and strode quickly from the shop and out of Diagon Alley, carrying the precious wand with her. ¶ 7:29 PM 1 comments
