Drabbles
No matter how many times I have tried I just can't write . I lose my focus so easily that just can't finish anything. But I love these 100 word drabbles. I can write them pretty fast without losing focusand it lets me get my thoughts down. Here are a few I have written.
Random
Harry could not help the random thoughts that were attacking him as he anxiously stood waiting.
He kept wondering if he could be a lover, supporter and father, everything needed to the best husband. How could he? He was never taught those things.
Why would as someone beautiful, smart and loving as Ginny ever love him?
But, as Ginny stepped in the marquee, looking at him with so much love in her eyes, in her beautiful white dress he knew everything would be okay, because they loved each other and they would stand beside and help each other through everything.
Crayons
Harry never thought that crayons could evoke the feelings he was having at the moment. However, as he stared down the homemade card made by his three loving and beautiful children he thought his heart would burst.
It held a simple picture of Harry chasing after a snitch, that Ginny had obviously charmed, and flashed the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY, but to Harry it meant everything.
After getting home from the Burrow’s celebratory dinner, Harry snuck into his office and placed his card with his other most cherished card, the singing one Ginny had sent him in his third year.
Flowers
Lying down in his old Hogwart’s bed, Harry thought about the past few hours: Malfoy Manor, Shell Cottage, Gringotts, and the final battle.
His thoughts kept wondering what would happen now; would he be able to have a normal life?
Right when he started to drift off he caught the flowery scent that was Ginny.
His eyes snapped open, he saw her standing the doorway she held that same hard blazing look. He opened his arms and she came running. As soon as Harry closed his arms around her, he knew that he could and would have a normal life.
Grace
Last time Harry had the chance to dance he wanted to run and hid.
But now as he disguises himself as another red headed Weasley all he wants to do is dance with her, hold her.
He’d never thought someone who could cast the nastiest bat bogey hex could dance so gracefully.
Then stupid Krum asked about her. Didn’t he know she was his! Ron was right, Vicky is a git!
Then she caught him staring. The look in her eyes was so heartbreaking he had to go to her. But, as soon as he stood, Kingley’s silver lynx appeared.
Random
Harry could not help the random thoughts that were attacking him as he anxiously stood waiting.
He kept wondering if he could be a lover, supporter and father, everything needed to the best husband. How could he? He was never taught those things.
Why would as someone beautiful, smart and loving as Ginny ever love him?
But, as Ginny stepped in the marquee, looking at him with so much love in her eyes, in her beautiful white dress he knew everything would be okay, because they loved each other and they would stand beside and help each other through everything.
Crayons
Harry never thought that crayons could evoke the feelings he was having at the moment. However, as he stared down the homemade card made by his three loving and beautiful children he thought his heart would burst.
It held a simple picture of Harry chasing after a snitch, that Ginny had obviously charmed, and flashed the words HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY, but to Harry it meant everything.
After getting home from the Burrow’s celebratory dinner, Harry snuck into his office and placed his card with his other most cherished card, the singing one Ginny had sent him in his third year.
Flowers
Lying down in his old Hogwart’s bed, Harry thought about the past few hours: Malfoy Manor, Shell Cottage, Gringotts, and the final battle.
His thoughts kept wondering what would happen now; would he be able to have a normal life?
Right when he started to drift off he caught the flowery scent that was Ginny.
His eyes snapped open, he saw her standing the doorway she held that same hard blazing look. He opened his arms and she came running. As soon as Harry closed his arms around her, he knew that he could and would have a normal life.
Grace
Last time Harry had the chance to dance he wanted to run and hid.
But now as he disguises himself as another red headed Weasley all he wants to do is dance with her, hold her.
He’d never thought someone who could cast the nastiest bat bogey hex could dance so gracefully.
Then stupid Krum asked about her. Didn’t he know she was his! Ron was right, Vicky is a git!
Then she caught him staring. The look in her eyes was so heartbreaking he had to go to her. But, as soon as he stood, Kingley’s silver lynx appeared.