ohginnyfan | Unfinished story meme... (Reply)

Nicked from bringandfly who nicked it from antonia_east :

Post a snippet (sentence, paragraph, whatever) from every in-progress fic you have at the moment.

Remember, these are, for the most part, totally unbeta'd.

Snippet 1 (post OotP/pre HBP):

When he walked through the door a week ago, the shocked look on Mrs. Weasley's face could not be ignored. He knew the look was because of his appearance. He knew he looked bad -- he hadn't slept much since the incident in the Department of Mysteries -- when his godfather.... Harry refused to think of Sirius as dead. He blamed himself for Sirius's death and was totally consumed by guilt. He also knew he looked thin -- thinner than normal. Harry had not eaten much the entire time he was at the Dursleys, opting instead to stay in his room order to be left alone. The members of the Order of the Phoenix checked on him regularly, and actually even spoke to his aunt and uncle about his eating habits. After that, Aunt Petunia would leave a plate for him outside his door, if he didn't come down for meals, but Harry rarely touched it.

Entering the kitchen, he saw that Ron and Hermione were tucked into the breakfast spread out before them. Mrs. Weasley's who was facing the stove, greeted him with an affectionate, "Good morning, dear. Did you sleep well?"

"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Weasley" Harry said, as he slid into his chair at the table. He nodded to both Ron and Hermione as he put a bit of eggs on his plate along with some bacon.

"We're going into Diagon Alley with Mum today, mate. Want to come with us? I want to see what Quality Quidditch Supplies has that's new. Maybe there's a new racing broom."

"Um, No thanks, Ron. I think I'll stay here."

"Are you sure, Harry?" Hermione asked. "I planned to go see what new Defence books I can find at Florish and Blotts. Maybe they'll have something we can use for the DA."

"Yes, I'm quite sure, Hermione," Harry answered, curtly.

The rest of the the meal was spent in silence. Harry finished quickly and headed for the stairs, after being asked several times by Mrs. Weasley if he was certain he didn't want another helping.

He came downstairs a few moments later carrying his Firebolt.

"I think I'll go out to the paddock for a bit and fly," Harry told Mrs. Weasley.

"Are you sure you'll be all right here at the house until after lunch, Harry dear?"

"I'll be fine, Mrs. Weasley." Harry said, trying to reassure Ron's mother. "Is Ginny going to Diagon Alley with you?"

"We don't know yet. She hasn't come down for breakfast," Mrs. Weasley answered.

Harry nodded and headed out the door. Stepping out into the garden of the Burrow, he stopped and took a deep breath. Flying was something that Harry loved to do, but he hadn't flown since Umbridge's ban from last school year. Then with what happened last year in the Department of Mysteries....

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Snippet 2 (post HBP):

The lights on the tree twinkled merrily. She wasn’t certain how he did it, but somehow, he had magicked a few strands of Muggle Christmas lights to burn without electricity. Or is it eceltricity? She never was any good at Muggle studies.

The tree they had got was tall and round. A perfect-looking tree, in fact. They had gone to one of those tree lots the Muggles ran and picked out this beauty. They paid for it, hauled it out of sight, and Apparated it and themselves back to their flat. The Muggle running the lot couldn’t understand how they would get it home without a car. But then, he didn’t know that they were magical.

Remus had spent a good deal of time placing the lights on the tree. He wanted to make certain that this tree looked perfect. The war had ended in June, and it was the first Christmas post-war. Spirits were high and celebrations ensued. A feeling of hopefulness filled the air everywhere they went.

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Snippet 3 (post OotP/pre HBP):

Looking out over the crowd dancing, I see my two best friends waltzing across the garden. It’s their wedding day, and you can feel the love these two have for each other. Her long, fiery-red hair, now freed from the band that held it during the ceremony, shines brightly in the moonlight, as her now-husband looks deep into her eyes and spins her around the dance floor. His jet black hair, with a streak of grey through it, is still as messy as it always has been. He grins, as he pulls her closer, kissing her; her hands slide up his back and into his hair making it messier than before (as if that is at all possible). They pull apart slightly and dance past me, both flashing bright smiles in my direction. I smile back as I watch them continue their dance. One of their first dances as husband and wife. One of many to come.

I look away and scan the crowd for the one who now completes my life. He went to refresh our drinks and was caught by one of his brothers . He’s now laughing heartily at something one of them said. I smile – I don’t think anyone ever pictured the two of us together. A mere three years ago, I was in love with someone else entirely and would never have thought of being with this man romantically. After all that happened in the past, it took time for me to want to be with someone else. A lot of time. I finger the locket around my neck – a gift from the man who was so important to me ages ago. A reminder of where I’ve been in my life, and where I’m headed. There were many emotional wounds to heal to get me to this point in my life. But life has moved on from that fateful day three years ago, and I’ve decided it’s time to join back in and enjoy myself. This man has brought a lot of joy in my life since then, and I decided I’d grieved long enough.

It’s strange that as I look back, I can still recall that day vividly as if it was just yesterday. The sounds of the screaming, the smell of the fires, the look of death on the faces of those that had fallen. It was war, after all, and death was inevitable. “How many?” and “Who?” were the most common questions asked whenever there were attacks. The final confrontation – the ultimate battle between Harry and Voldemort – between good and evil – came on the eve of our final end of term feast at Hogwarts.

Ron and I were an item back then; having finally stopped bickering long enough to confess our feelings for each other. Harry and Ginny were our best friends. The four of us were inseparable, although Harry and Ginny were nothing more than close friends. After Harry found out that either he or Voldemort would die in the final battle, he opted not to have a serious relationship with anyone. Ginny had decided not to see anyone romantically during that period, too – more because the four of us were always together, and we were always working on ways to finish the final battle. It wasn’t that the boys weren’t interested in Ginny – quite to the contrary – but she always felt she was too busy with us for a relationship.

Harry tried to encourage her otherwise – he didn’t want her giving up her chances of a normal life, just because we were trying to find ways to end the war. But Ginny’s as stubborn as the next Weasley and wouldn’t hear of it. Her friends came first – Harry, myself, and of course, her brother Ron – and her mind wasn’t going to be changed.

The day of the final battle was a beautiful June day. The sun was shining, the grass was green, the warm breeze blew out and made you feel young and alive. Made you feel like nothing could harm you in any way. How wrong we all were.

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Snippet 4 (pre OotP)

“Well…we…um…we’d like to have…um…a baby…but, well…we’re not sure if the time is…you know…right,” muttered Hermione trying not to look either Harry or Ginny in the eye.

“Well, I think you would make splendid parents,” Ginny said, still chuckling. “From what I’ve heard, you’ve done a marvellous job with James while I’ve been in hospital. I think you should have a baby – you both love James like he’s your own. You need to have one for yourselves.”

“And besides,” Harry chimed in, “if you wait until the time is right, you’ll never have one. There will always be something to make you think the time isn’t right. You have to just jump in with both feet.”

“Well, I’ve always tried to plan out everything in our lives, and I actually planned for children a few years from now.” Hermione said, still looking at her hands. “But since we’ve kept James, we have thought about rearranging our plan.” Hermione looked over at Ron for confirmation, who was nodding his head.

“Yes, we’ve…um…talked about it a bit more lately…rearranging our schedule.” Ron stuttered.

“Leave it to you, Hermione, to schedule everything in your life,” Ginny teased.

“Well,…I don’t schedule everything,” the embarrassed girl stammered.

“You don’t? Would you care to share what she doesn’t schedule, Ron?” Harry wagged his eyebrows at his best friend.

"Um…well…um….”

Harry and Ginny busted out laughing again at the blushing couple. “Okay, okay. We’ll stop. What you don’t schedule is probably more information than I need to know about my brother and his wife,” Ginny said as she laughed once more.

"Oh Gin-neeee," came a voice from outside the hospital room door.

"Ginnnn-nee," called a second one.

"Come in you two," Ginny called back in answer to the voices.

Fred and George strolled into her room and threw themselves on Ginny, hugging her tightly.

"How's our favourite little sister?"

"Mmfffmmpt," answered Ginny.

"What was that, little sis?" asked George.

Freeing herself from their embrace, she looked at them. "I said ‘let go!’ and ‘I’m your only sister, you gits!’”

"Why, Gin, we're hurt!" said Fred, flailing an arm to his forehead.

"We just wanted to show you how much we love you," quipped George, striking a similar pose.

"By smothering me, no less," their sister answered dryly, eyebrow raised.

"What's a little smothering between siblings?" George smirked at Ginny before he turned to Ron and said, "Hello little brother. Hello Hermione. I see you two have also come to see our favourite slayers of Dark Lords."

"Very funny, boys. But it is good to see you." Ginny said, shaking her head and chuckling.

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Snippet 5 (post HBP):

It had been a long night. A very long night. Remus walked the route he was assigned as he patrolled Hogwarts. All was quiet. Very quiet. Dumbledore had died, and Bill had been torn up by Greyback less than twelve hours ago. It’s amazing what can happen in such a short period of time.

He shook his head and looked at his watch. It was a Muggle contraption that he liked a lot. It was currently five in the morning, and he hadn’t slept all night. He had been busy; sending children to bed, making certain they were safe.

Safe. Is there such a thing as safe? Is there any way they can keep these kids from becoming wise beyond their years now that Dumbledore’s gone, and they were in the middle of a war? A war they were given no choice but to enter. A war that only one boy can finish.

As he walked the halls, he allowed his mind to wander to the other event of the night – his talk with Nymphadora. Even though he had protested, she had gone and convinced him that they should see each other as more than friends. He grinned to himself and shook his head again. He couldn’t understand what in the world this girl – this woman – saw in him. He was an old, poor man who couldn’t hold down a job because of his lycanthropy. But she saw something in him that made her want him. Him. If he lived to a hundred (which he doubted he would due to his illness), he’d never understand it.

“Evening, Lupin.”

Remus’ thoughts were interrupted by the deep voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt, the Order of the Phoenix member who was to relieve him from his watch. With Kingsley was Hestia Jones.

“Evening, Kingsley. Evening, Hestia.”

“Any disturbances?” Kingsley asked.

“None. All the children are in their dorms, and there’s been nothing in the halls that I’ve seen, well, since early last evening, at least,” Remus answered.

Do you know where Tonks is?” Hestia asked. “I’m here to relieve her.”

“Haven’t seen her for a while, actually,” Remus lied. He’d actually snuck past her post a half hour previous, just to catch a glimpse of her. “Last I saw her, she was by the trophy room.”

“I’ll take over here, Remus; you and Hestia go find Tonks,” Kingsley said.

Leaving Kingsley behind, the two set out toward the trophy room. They found Nymphadora walking through the room, looking at the trophies in the cabinet.

“Evening, Tonks,” said Hestia. “I’m here to relieve you.”

“Thanks, Hestia,” Tonks said, smiling but sounding tired. “It’s been a long night.”

“That it has,” Hestia agreed. “You two run along and get some rest. You both look dreadful, and it’s not even been a full moon lately, Remus.”

After saying their goodbyes, Remus and Tonks headed toward the front entrance. Neither spoke until they were outside the front door, when Tonks took Remus’ arm and headed toward Hogsmeade.

“I can escort you home, Nymphadora; that is if you’d like,” Remus said, somewhat tentatively. He wasn’t quite certain what to do. He hadn’t had a serious girlfriend for years, and he’d never taken one home. His last girlfriend had been in school, and she didn’t know anything about his illness. He wasn’t sure if he should ask her back to his room at Order Headquarters, or escort her home, or exactly what.

“That would be lovely, Remus,” Tonks answered, looking up at him and smiling. “Although I think I may stay in Hogsmeade tonight. I’m pretty knackered, and I’m certain we’ll have to be back here fairly early tomorrow. I know Rosmerta’s gone, but I wonder if there’s someone else at the Three Broomsticks who’s running the place.

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Well, that's not too horrible! Only 5 going! But I do have a folder of very rabid plot bunnies. Sorry if the font comes out funny. I can't seem to figure out how to fix it

Edited to add an LJ cut (forgot to do that earlier), and I'm working on cleaning up the code a bit to fix the font.