Fic: I'll Take Good Care Of It
MERRY CHRISTMAS
miss_lexie !
Title: I'll Take Good Care Of It
Author: Witblogi
Pairings: JPLE, HPGW
Rating: PG
Warnings: none! yay
Summary: Harry finds a very special gift in the rubble of his once home, and totally rips off his dad's good idea
Notes: X-mas fic for
miss_lexie. Originally it was just supposed to be JPLE but...it sort of mutated...i hope this is okay lol. Oh i also wrote it to a 98° song lol call 'this gift' or here. Yeah, it managed to make my friend (
introject ) and i have an entire crack conversation where James is Nick Lachey Lily was Jessica Simpson and the Marauders filled in the rest of 98° ( do they have five in their band? nope that was the other boy bands heh heh)
I'll Take Good Care Of It
Harry moved slowly forward. He’d never actually gone past the magical sign marking the property before. Now snow blanketed over the ruins of the house before him, and he felt a kind of peaceful drawing to it. Moving cautiously he walked the perimeter of the once family home and thought about the years he should have had there.
Scuffing a bit of rubble with his shoe, he uncovered something shining and gold. Seeker reflexes made him take a second glance, seeing he’d half uncovered some kind of chain. Squatting down, he brushed the rocks and other debris aside revealing a dented, dirty golden locket.
Picking up the chain, he watched the delicate heart shape swing on the unfashionably long chain. Running his other hand down its length he stopped the oscillatory motion and held the actual locket. It was warm, and his icy fingers dropped it immediately. He’d been taught to be suspicious of lockets and this one was no different even if it was found in the wreckage of his former home.
Watching the heart twirl and glint, he took out his wand and prodded it. A few handy detection spells showed it was enchanted, but not with any dark magic. Slowly, he reached out and took the warm little heart in his hands and pried it open. A swirling silver white memory rose from the opened heart, and Harry quickly attached it to his wand tip. Looking around for something else to put it in, but coming up with nothing, he swallowed roughly and held his wand up to his temple shuddering at the feeling of something cold, and foreign sliding into his mind.
When he opened his eyes he was in Gryffindor tower sitting on one of the over stuffed red chairs facing his own mother. His heart started beating faster, another small memory to add to his collection of them of her. He only wished he had more left of his father too. He watched her as she moved, turning the pages of her book slowly and he reveled in the comfort just sitting there gave him.
“ Lily!” Harry turned to look, watching with wide eyes his father jump down the last few steps of the boy’s dorm and stride across the room quickly. He grinned, they did look a startling bit alike, right down to the glasses and hair; the hair was uncanny.
“ Oh, I thought you were packing still,” Lily smiled setting her book aside and turning towards James. He shook his head and slid into the seat beside her, breathless with excitement.
“ No-well I was- I finished.” He grinned watching as she grew curious of his mood. Harry watched rather fascinated with the dynamic of his parent’s relationship. “ I just finished it, and, I couldn’t wait, so, Happy Christmas,” James thrust a white envelope into Lily’s hands and she laughed nervously.
“ Oh, I don’t have yours right now, do you want me to get it?” She asked preparing to set the card down, but at a vigorous shake of his head she relaxed back into the cushions, “ Alright,” she frowned and slipped her fingers under the seal of the envelope breaking the wax and pushing the flap back. Then she pulled out a crude looking home made card. Harry snorted and got up, rounding on the back of their seats so he could read what it said.
“ You made me a card?” she laughed flipping it open and reading the words within. After Harry got over the warm glow that came from his recognition that he and his father had the same messy scrawling writing, he read the short note.
I know I could get you anything you wanted
Something shiny and new
But nothing was worthy of you
There are some things that money can’t buy
So I hope you accept this humble gift
Love James
Lily looked up puzzled, only to be greeted by the newly produced locket. Harry noted it was originally rather beat up, and was still in pretty good condition after so many years.
“ Oh! A locket!” she smiled looking a bit confused as she gathered the long chain from him. James’ eye darted between it and her.
“ I know I could have gotten a new one but-“ He wrapped her hands around the golden metal and watched with excitement as she gasped.
“ It’s warm! And…beating?” she frowned turning her palms up. Harry took a firm hold on the real locket and agreed it was beating in a familiar sort of way.
“ It’s er, it’s my heart beat,” James muttered suddenly looking rather bashful. Lily looked up suddenly.
“ You gave me your heart.” She whispered closing the necklace back into her fist. James ran his hand through his hair and shrugged.
“ Right, it’s stupid, I don’t know what I was thinking, give it over I’ll find you something else,” he reached for it, but she was already pulling away and looping the chain over her neck. Harry watched as his father gaped, while his mother tugged the locket into her shirt.
“ I love it,” she stated simply, “ And don’t you dare take it back, it’s mine now, and I intend to take good care of it,” she nodded patting her chest where it rested. James began to say something else but the memory faded away and Harry was left in the snowing outdoors of Godric’s hollow.
Looking down, he opened the locket again and saw two tiny pictures within the heart, one of him as a baby, and one of his father. He watched them loop over a few times, his father waving, him giggling, and he could practically feel his mother having done the same once long before.
Leaving his old house, Harry wore the locket beneath his own shirt feeling the miniature beat of the lockets’ heart against his own. The last bit of his parents love and he held it securely, promising to himself he’d keep it safe for them as well.
§§§
Christmas day broke slowly in the Burrow, Harry blinked at the fuzzy light that was pouring through the window down onto the bed. The way his right side was suspiciously warmer than his left told him Ginny had again snuck into Ron’s room to bunk with him. It was a bit putting off at first, but now it was nothing but comforting really.
Turning, he looked over her head to see Ron’s bed was void of life. Apparently Ginny wasn’t the only Weasley not in their own bed. Harry struggled up onto his elbows, snatching his glasses from the bedside table and slinging them onto his nose. Snickering at the way Ginny’s arm tightened around his abdomen as he moved, he slid open the rumbling drawer of the side table and rooted blindly inside for what would make her Christmas the best to wake up to.
Finally just as his fingers closed around it, Ginny rolled over.
“ You’d better have a good reason for making so much noise while I’m trying to sleep,” she muttered rubbing her eyes and pushing her hair out of her face. Grinning widely, Harry proudly pulled out his good reason.
“ Happy Christmas Gin,” He pulled her hand forward and opened his fist into her palm. Chain and warm metal touched her skin, making her blink a bit more forcibly.
“ A locket?” she asked holding it up only to feel the suspicious beating it gave off, “ Er, is it supposed to do that?” she asked eyeing it and him.
“ Yeah, it’s a heart beat, er, my heart beat.” Harry suddenly felt just how mortified his father had been having to explain what its significance was. Ginny blinked a few more times as the weight of the locket finally settled with her.
“ Oh, it’s…your heart,” she said bluntly letting the shiny new locket glint in the sunlight.
“ Er-yeah,” he just wanted to snatch it back, this was not how he was expecting this to go.
“ Right,” She sat up and undid the clasp, fastening it about her own neck before tucking it into her shirt, “ I’ll take good care of it,” she smiled getting out of bed with him. “ I hope you don’t mind my gift isn’t nearly as romantic. I didn’t think you had it in you really. I mean, you’ve always just blundered about-“ He pulled his arm around her as she laughed.
“ Thanks for the vote of confidence.” He laughed with her, “ Honestly, I think it runs in my family,” he grinned and set off down the stairs thinking of the dented slightly charred real treasure that lay safely with his photo album. He could only hope that this new one would be as enjoyed and cherished as the other had been for many more years than the last.
fin
miss_lexie !
Title: I'll Take Good Care Of It
Author: Witblogi
Pairings: JPLE, HPGW
Rating: PG
Warnings: none! yay
Summary: Harry finds a very special gift in the rubble of his once home, and totally rips off his dad's good idea
Notes: X-mas fic for
miss_lexie. Originally it was just supposed to be JPLE but...it sort of mutated...i hope this is okay lol. Oh i also wrote it to a 98° song lol call 'this gift' or here. Yeah, it managed to make my friend (
introject ) and i have an entire crack conversation where James is Nick Lachey Lily was Jessica Simpson and the Marauders filled in the rest of 98° ( do they have five in their band? nope that was the other boy bands heh heh)
I'll Take Good Care Of It
Harry moved slowly forward. He’d never actually gone past the magical sign marking the property before. Now snow blanketed over the ruins of the house before him, and he felt a kind of peaceful drawing to it. Moving cautiously he walked the perimeter of the once family home and thought about the years he should have had there.
Scuffing a bit of rubble with his shoe, he uncovered something shining and gold. Seeker reflexes made him take a second glance, seeing he’d half uncovered some kind of chain. Squatting down, he brushed the rocks and other debris aside revealing a dented, dirty golden locket.
Picking up the chain, he watched the delicate heart shape swing on the unfashionably long chain. Running his other hand down its length he stopped the oscillatory motion and held the actual locket. It was warm, and his icy fingers dropped it immediately. He’d been taught to be suspicious of lockets and this one was no different even if it was found in the wreckage of his former home.
Watching the heart twirl and glint, he took out his wand and prodded it. A few handy detection spells showed it was enchanted, but not with any dark magic. Slowly, he reached out and took the warm little heart in his hands and pried it open. A swirling silver white memory rose from the opened heart, and Harry quickly attached it to his wand tip. Looking around for something else to put it in, but coming up with nothing, he swallowed roughly and held his wand up to his temple shuddering at the feeling of something cold, and foreign sliding into his mind.
When he opened his eyes he was in Gryffindor tower sitting on one of the over stuffed red chairs facing his own mother. His heart started beating faster, another small memory to add to his collection of them of her. He only wished he had more left of his father too. He watched her as she moved, turning the pages of her book slowly and he reveled in the comfort just sitting there gave him.
“ Lily!” Harry turned to look, watching with wide eyes his father jump down the last few steps of the boy’s dorm and stride across the room quickly. He grinned, they did look a startling bit alike, right down to the glasses and hair; the hair was uncanny.
“ Oh, I thought you were packing still,” Lily smiled setting her book aside and turning towards James. He shook his head and slid into the seat beside her, breathless with excitement.
“ No-well I was- I finished.” He grinned watching as she grew curious of his mood. Harry watched rather fascinated with the dynamic of his parent’s relationship. “ I just finished it, and, I couldn’t wait, so, Happy Christmas,” James thrust a white envelope into Lily’s hands and she laughed nervously.
“ Oh, I don’t have yours right now, do you want me to get it?” She asked preparing to set the card down, but at a vigorous shake of his head she relaxed back into the cushions, “ Alright,” she frowned and slipped her fingers under the seal of the envelope breaking the wax and pushing the flap back. Then she pulled out a crude looking home made card. Harry snorted and got up, rounding on the back of their seats so he could read what it said.
“ You made me a card?” she laughed flipping it open and reading the words within. After Harry got over the warm glow that came from his recognition that he and his father had the same messy scrawling writing, he read the short note.
I know I could get you anything you wanted
Something shiny and new
But nothing was worthy of you
There are some things that money can’t buy
So I hope you accept this humble gift
Love James
Lily looked up puzzled, only to be greeted by the newly produced locket. Harry noted it was originally rather beat up, and was still in pretty good condition after so many years.
“ Oh! A locket!” she smiled looking a bit confused as she gathered the long chain from him. James’ eye darted between it and her.
“ I know I could have gotten a new one but-“ He wrapped her hands around the golden metal and watched with excitement as she gasped.
“ It’s warm! And…beating?” she frowned turning her palms up. Harry took a firm hold on the real locket and agreed it was beating in a familiar sort of way.
“ It’s er, it’s my heart beat,” James muttered suddenly looking rather bashful. Lily looked up suddenly.
“ You gave me your heart.” She whispered closing the necklace back into her fist. James ran his hand through his hair and shrugged.
“ Right, it’s stupid, I don’t know what I was thinking, give it over I’ll find you something else,” he reached for it, but she was already pulling away and looping the chain over her neck. Harry watched as his father gaped, while his mother tugged the locket into her shirt.
“ I love it,” she stated simply, “ And don’t you dare take it back, it’s mine now, and I intend to take good care of it,” she nodded patting her chest where it rested. James began to say something else but the memory faded away and Harry was left in the snowing outdoors of Godric’s hollow.
Looking down, he opened the locket again and saw two tiny pictures within the heart, one of him as a baby, and one of his father. He watched them loop over a few times, his father waving, him giggling, and he could practically feel his mother having done the same once long before.
Leaving his old house, Harry wore the locket beneath his own shirt feeling the miniature beat of the lockets’ heart against his own. The last bit of his parents love and he held it securely, promising to himself he’d keep it safe for them as well.
§§§
Christmas day broke slowly in the Burrow, Harry blinked at the fuzzy light that was pouring through the window down onto the bed. The way his right side was suspiciously warmer than his left told him Ginny had again snuck into Ron’s room to bunk with him. It was a bit putting off at first, but now it was nothing but comforting really.
Turning, he looked over her head to see Ron’s bed was void of life. Apparently Ginny wasn’t the only Weasley not in their own bed. Harry struggled up onto his elbows, snatching his glasses from the bedside table and slinging them onto his nose. Snickering at the way Ginny’s arm tightened around his abdomen as he moved, he slid open the rumbling drawer of the side table and rooted blindly inside for what would make her Christmas the best to wake up to.
Finally just as his fingers closed around it, Ginny rolled over.
“ You’d better have a good reason for making so much noise while I’m trying to sleep,” she muttered rubbing her eyes and pushing her hair out of her face. Grinning widely, Harry proudly pulled out his good reason.
“ Happy Christmas Gin,” He pulled her hand forward and opened his fist into her palm. Chain and warm metal touched her skin, making her blink a bit more forcibly.
“ A locket?” she asked holding it up only to feel the suspicious beating it gave off, “ Er, is it supposed to do that?” she asked eyeing it and him.
“ Yeah, it’s a heart beat, er, my heart beat.” Harry suddenly felt just how mortified his father had been having to explain what its significance was. Ginny blinked a few more times as the weight of the locket finally settled with her.
“ Oh, it’s…your heart,” she said bluntly letting the shiny new locket glint in the sunlight.
“ Er-yeah,” he just wanted to snatch it back, this was not how he was expecting this to go.
“ Right,” She sat up and undid the clasp, fastening it about her own neck before tucking it into her shirt, “ I’ll take good care of it,” she smiled getting out of bed with him. “ I hope you don’t mind my gift isn’t nearly as romantic. I didn’t think you had it in you really. I mean, you’ve always just blundered about-“ He pulled his arm around her as she laughed.
“ Thanks for the vote of confidence.” He laughed with her, “ Honestly, I think it runs in my family,” he grinned and set off down the stairs thinking of the dented slightly charred real treasure that lay safely with his photo album. He could only hope that this new one would be as enjoyed and cherished as the other had been for many more years than the last.
fin