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Title: Red and gold
Author: apostrophe_ess
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I merely gain from playing these games in her playground.
Pairing/Character: Lily/James and Harry (aged 15 months)
Word Count: 607
Rating: G
Prompt: For potterverse100, number 22 - house pride. Prompt table here
Summary: Shut away at Godric's Hollow the Potters take every chance for a bit of fun, or a reason to celebrate.
Author's Notes: Apologies about the absence of potterverse100 fics; it's been a busy few weeks. But here we are ...
Red and gold
“Does this remind you,” Lily asked, her teeth clenched around a piece of ribbon as she worked, “of decorating the Great Hall at Christmas,” she paused.
“What?” James asked.
“And,” she hesitated, adjusted what she’d been working on, removed the ribbon and turned towards him, “as fast as we worked Peeves moved everything, or undid it?”
“Err, not really,” James mumbled, retrieving Harry from where he’d walked towards the basket of decorations. “And, isn’t this the wrong colour?”
Lily took her turn in the useless response. “What?”
“This,” he held up what he’d been talking about. “No, Harry. You’ll hurt -“
“Too late!”
It was strange how since he’d been on his feet and toddling around everywhere he’d wanted his dad when he fell over or hurt himself. He still wanted his mum when he was tired, of course. It was like he knew he was grown up now, and the all boys together thing really counted to him.
“That’ll teach you,” James was saying in a soothing tone, as Lily took the opportunity of a few minutes to get on with the task in hand. A wand swish here, and a wordless charm there, and they were making progress. “What were you saying about Peeves, Lil? Harry wants to know.”
Lily laughed. “Are you saying dear heart, love of my life, my one and only, husband and father of my rather beautiful child that you’ve forgotten?”
“Your mother …cruel, heartless,” he muttered to Harry in a teasing voice. “But right nevertheless.”
“How could you!” Lily moved to the window and stood on a chair to stretch towards the top of it before summoning a few more bits and pieces. “That was the first time -“
“We kissed in public.”
“Your daddy’s a tease, Harry,” she replied with a smile, climbing down and standing back to admire her work. “I think we’re all done, don’t you?”
“Not quite. Like I said before -“
“What?”
“Isn’t this all the wrong colour?”
Lily looked around. They’d used traditional colours. “It looks okay to me.”
“Since when has okay been … okay?”
“What colour were you thinking?”
“Ow!” James protested towards Harry who was pulling his dad’s glasses down his nose and scratching his nails as he did so.
“Give him here,” Lily said, flopping down onto the settee beside them. “Are you beating daddy up?”
Harry grinned and started a chorus of “Dad-dad-dad-dad-dad.”
“Honestly, Lil,” James said, slipping his arm around her shoulder and holding her close. “It looks lovely. It’ll be a good evening. We can have a few games with Harry and then -“
“What were you saying about colour?” Lily asked, remembering their earlier discussion as she relaxed into James. It was a sign of the times. They were understandably concerned, distracted, unable to concentrate with everything going on, and yet on the other hand the days stretched endlessly in front of them along with the fear of never ending boredom.
“I thought red and gold.”
“Red and gold?”
“Yes.”
“Not orange?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Well,” James began, “it’s the whole Gryffindor thing. Orange is the traditional colour, but we’re all having to be brave.”
“Peter too,” Lily agreed.
“I just thought it was a way of showing him how we appreciate he’s not having an easy time either.”
Lily lifted her wand and watched as the ribbons turned to red and gold and the pumpkins became red with gold stalks, and rims to the eyes. “Bobbing red apples isn’t that odd, I suppose.”
James grinned. They’d have a brilliant Halloween, he just knew it; a time to remember for all four of them. Good old Pete.
Author: apostrophe_ess
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to JKR, I merely gain from playing these games in her playground.
Pairing/Character: Lily/James and Harry (aged 15 months)
Word Count: 607
Rating: G
Prompt: For potterverse100, number 22 - house pride. Prompt table here
Summary: Shut away at Godric's Hollow the Potters take every chance for a bit of fun, or a reason to celebrate.
Author's Notes: Apologies about the absence of potterverse100 fics; it's been a busy few weeks. But here we are ...
Red and gold
“Does this remind you,” Lily asked, her teeth clenched around a piece of ribbon as she worked, “of decorating the Great Hall at Christmas,” she paused.
“What?” James asked.
“And,” she hesitated, adjusted what she’d been working on, removed the ribbon and turned towards him, “as fast as we worked Peeves moved everything, or undid it?”
“Err, not really,” James mumbled, retrieving Harry from where he’d walked towards the basket of decorations. “And, isn’t this the wrong colour?”
Lily took her turn in the useless response. “What?”
“This,” he held up what he’d been talking about. “No, Harry. You’ll hurt -“
“Too late!”
It was strange how since he’d been on his feet and toddling around everywhere he’d wanted his dad when he fell over or hurt himself. He still wanted his mum when he was tired, of course. It was like he knew he was grown up now, and the all boys together thing really counted to him.
“That’ll teach you,” James was saying in a soothing tone, as Lily took the opportunity of a few minutes to get on with the task in hand. A wand swish here, and a wordless charm there, and they were making progress. “What were you saying about Peeves, Lil? Harry wants to know.”
Lily laughed. “Are you saying dear heart, love of my life, my one and only, husband and father of my rather beautiful child that you’ve forgotten?”
“Your mother …cruel, heartless,” he muttered to Harry in a teasing voice. “But right nevertheless.”
“How could you!” Lily moved to the window and stood on a chair to stretch towards the top of it before summoning a few more bits and pieces. “That was the first time -“
“We kissed in public.”
“Your daddy’s a tease, Harry,” she replied with a smile, climbing down and standing back to admire her work. “I think we’re all done, don’t you?”
“Not quite. Like I said before -“
“What?”
“Isn’t this all the wrong colour?”
Lily looked around. They’d used traditional colours. “It looks okay to me.”
“Since when has okay been … okay?”
“What colour were you thinking?”
“Ow!” James protested towards Harry who was pulling his dad’s glasses down his nose and scratching his nails as he did so.
“Give him here,” Lily said, flopping down onto the settee beside them. “Are you beating daddy up?”
Harry grinned and started a chorus of “Dad-dad-dad-dad-dad.”
“Honestly, Lil,” James said, slipping his arm around her shoulder and holding her close. “It looks lovely. It’ll be a good evening. We can have a few games with Harry and then -“
“What were you saying about colour?” Lily asked, remembering their earlier discussion as she relaxed into James. It was a sign of the times. They were understandably concerned, distracted, unable to concentrate with everything going on, and yet on the other hand the days stretched endlessly in front of them along with the fear of never ending boredom.
“I thought red and gold.”
“Red and gold?”
“Yes.”
“Not orange?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Well,” James began, “it’s the whole Gryffindor thing. Orange is the traditional colour, but we’re all having to be brave.”
“Peter too,” Lily agreed.
“I just thought it was a way of showing him how we appreciate he’s not having an easy time either.”
Lily lifted her wand and watched as the ribbons turned to red and gold and the pumpkins became red with gold stalks, and rims to the eyes. “Bobbing red apples isn’t that odd, I suppose.”
James grinned. They’d have a brilliant Halloween, he just knew it; a time to remember for all four of them. Good old Pete.