In this journal, to keep my tags from eating me alive, anything under 300-ish words is classified as a drabble.

I write in other people's fictional worlds here. I don't own any of the characters you recognise, and I'm not making any money. All I get is the satisfaction of being famous on the internet, to an audience of three.

George rolled over and immediately scrambled backward out of bed. He hit the floor with a painful thud and fetched up against the wall, under the bedroom window.

Harry remained peacefully, even blissfully, asleep. As George watched, he scrunched his face up a bit, burrowed a little deeper into the pillow, and fell still. After a second, he issued a quiet snore.

George grabbed what clothes he could reach from the floor, and Disapparated in a state of vague panic.

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Ron arrived at the joke shop on the run. It wasn't often George asked anyone for anything at all, since the war.

Ron shoved the front door open and spotted George at the cash desk, where he'd chosen to sit cross-legged on the counter next to the mechanical Muggle register.

"George? What's going on? You made it sound like the world was ending." George had been more like his old self in the past six months, and Ron was suddenly terrified that it had been wishful thinking, and what had seemed like recovery and a return to life was really a false front, and now everything would come crashing down.

"I've screwed up, Ronniekins." George stared at his own knees, and sighed heavily. "I've really done it, little brother."

"You've... oh Merlin, has one of the Wheezes killed someone?"

George barked mirthlessly. "I wish it were that simple. No, nobody's dead. Nobody's going to sue or throw me in Azkaban. They probably should, but he'll never accuse me. He'll... I don't know. Be kind about it, and that's worse."

He? "What are you talking about? Who's this 'he'?"

George grimaced. "Harry."

"I'm confused. Our friend, Harry Potter? What could you possibly have done that's so bad?"

A noise at the door to the back of the shop caught their attention. "H'lo, Ron." Harry had clearly just got out of bed, and wore George's bathrobe over too-large sleep pants. "George is having a thoroughly misplaced fit of conscience."

George waited for Ron to say something.

"Well, what's the trouble?" said Ron.

George couldn't believe his ears. "I spent the night with our little sister's ex-fiance! A year ago they were planning to be married, and now I've seduced him and Mum's going to murder me."

Harry cleared his throat. "You don't think I'd speak up if I didn't want you to shag me, George?"

Ron sighed. "Far too much information, Harry-mate. George, I'm going home. If this is your big emergency, you needn't worry. Mum's well aware of why Ginny and this one aren't going to marry. Hell, Gin's seeing Dean again, and they're starting to get serious. You should stop by for Saturday supper more often - you're getting behind on family news. Besides that, Mum loves Harry. She'd be just as happy to see him dating you as Ginny, wouldn't she?"

George hunched over a bit and picked at the knee of his trousers. "You don't understand."

Ron snorted. "Maybe it's you who doesn't understand, mate. Nobody in the family will be upset about this. In fact, I begin to think I understand a lot more than I did even five minutes ago. This isn't disloyalty, y'know. Fred had Angelina, remember?"

Though he could have hexed Ron blind for the observation, George instead chose to curl over and pretend his baby brother didn't exist.

Ron sighed. "Harry, I'm off. Give him a chance, will you? He's stupid, but he's a good bloke." He gave Harry the Auror Salute, and let himself out the way he'd come in.

"You love Ginny. You told us so. You left her behind to protect her," George moaned.

"I know I did, but it isn't Ginny I'm in love with, you wanker. I thought she was the one, but... she wasn't. I can't stay away from you. We spend all of our time together, even more than I do with Ron. I know I'm thick as two bricks about feelings and dealing with them, but it's not like I haven't had time to think about it. You said, George. Last night, you said it. Are you going to tell me now that you never meant it?"

"Why do you have to be so... you?" George had both hands tangled in his hair, as if he might start pulling it out at the roots at any moment.

Harry shrugged and fiddled with the robe's belt. "Dunno. Is it helping my cause?"

George slid off the counter and stood with the cash desk between them. "You don't know what I'm like. You - I don't share well."

Harry refrained from wincing. George wouldn't or couldn't talk about Fred, even now, and Harry wished to an almost desperate degree that he could make things right. Bring them back, all of them, but especially George's twin. However. "Bollocks. You share just fine, and we both know it."

"Maybe I don't want to," George grumbled, glaring weakly at Harry's hands. "Maybe I meant it but it's still a bad idea, and -"

"Oh, enough. Five years, George. Five years, you said it yourself, you've waited and wanted and told yourself you'd do without, but you don't have to. I'm not here because I bloody feel sorry for you, you dense git, I'm here because I want you. I did imagine that last night would have put most of those doubts out of your mind."

That earned Harry a faint smile, and brought a blush to George's face. He couldn't argue with that, certainly.

Title: 20 Random Facts about the Grey Lady
Author: soberloki (GJ & IJ)
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Just so you don't come upon it all unawares, thar be spoilers here. Big ones, with shiny surfaces, and they dance the foxtrot.
Disclaimer: All characters from the Harry Potter universe are the property of J.K. Rowling and those to whom she has licensed her creations, including without limitation Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Note(s): iulia_linnea is once again holding The Harry Potter Random Facts Fest, and I just can't pass up a chance to create backstory!


( The Grey Lady, Ravenclaw's Ghost )

Title: Enter The Matrix
Author: soberloki
Word Count: 100
House: Ravenclaw
Prompt: snape100 #190. Random fact: Had Severus Snape played "Neo" in "The Matrix" rather than Keanu Reeves, there would have been no need for special effects.


( Enter The Matrix )

It took him some time, but George Weasley learned how to be one, rather than one-of-two.

He kept the shop open, and without Fred there to steal the show (keep them laughing), he learned how to make Verity laugh on his own, and how to kiss her, and how to ask her to marry him.

He raised children of his own: Annie, Ben, Caroline, David and his twin Edmund, Gracie (Verity wanted to call her Fiona until he begged her not to), and Hugh. Not one of them went into Gryffindor, and George found he didn't mind at all.

Verity was a very wise woman. She never asked the obvious questions, and George never forgot to tell her how important she was, nor to credit his parents with teaching him to leave no doubts in the hearts of those he loved. Verity was wise enough not to point out that Molly and Arthur were probably a lesser influence in that respect.

When Verity was a memory of nearly seven years and all of his children were themselves great-grandparents, fifty-three Weasleys and fourteen Potters through Hogwarts and more always to come, George went to bed alone one warm spring night, and woke to the sounds of a busy train station.

He sat up and found himself on a bench at King's Cross, surrounded by faces he knew. There was Harry, gone two years before Verity, and Bill and Fleur together, gone only a year. Victoire sat near them with Teddy, playing something a bit like Exploding Snap, only the cards didn't blow up when Teddy slapped them down.

"Well bugger, I've gone and died, haven't I?" he murmured, and wasn't surprised in the least when a warm hand clapped down on his shoulder and a laugh like a mad jarvey sounded just behind him.

"Took you long enough, Georgie-old-son! You know, your Annie -

(scarlet fever, such a Muggle affliction to take a witch)

- says you've kept it all going, the shop and the Wheezes. What's this I hear about a new range of marital aids, hmm?"

George cackled and leaned back so he could see Fred. "You would've had fun, Freddie. Harry and Ron and Hermione, they did a lot to move us forward. Changed a lot of minds about Muggles and their ideas."

"Yeah? Brilliant. Thought you were going to follow me sooner, you know. Didn't want that. Who'd keep the authorities on their toes if we were both dead, hey?"

George grinned, relaxing as he surveyed their surroundings. "This place isn't so bad, but why hasn't anyone got on a train and left? I mean, train station, there's got to be a way to leave."

"Wasn't time yet," Fred informed him. "There isn't really a set schedule, but we've all been waiting for something. Oi, Colin! Look who finally made it!"

Creevey waved as he passed, smiling. "George, good to see you!"

Fred came around the end of the bench and sat next to George. "So you know I've a question for you, don't you?"

George knew. "Go on and ask it, then."

"Was it worth it? Any of it?"

George swallowed hard once, twice. "I lost you, Fred. I was lost. But yeah, it was worth it. Look around, they'll tell you too. It was worth it."

Annie Weasley, perpetually thirteen, bounded out from behind a pillar and waved frantically at everyone. "The train's come!"

"Harry?" Hermione trotted up the path to the front steps of 12 Grimmauld Place and peered intently at the side of Harry's head. "Is that an earring?"

Harry shrugged and tilted his head so his ear was covered by his longer-than-usual hair. "Yeah. How did your parents take the news that you're leaving school and travelling about with two blokes, looking for potentially deadly artefacts containing the soul fragments of an utterly homicidal madman?"

"Not well, but I think they understand why I have to do this. Why did you get an earring? Is this what Ron and Charlie took you off to do after the wedding reception? Oh my god, it's in the shape of a skull. You're wearing a silver skull earring. In only one ear, I see. And your hair's longer, did you use a charm?"

Harry felt himself blushing, and wished Ron would show up. "Look, I just wanted a change. Is that so shocking?" He huffed a little, and opened the front door. "Molly's already here, and she's given you the second room to the right on the second floor. I'm across the hall, and Ron's on the other side of the landing, when he gets here."

Yeah... I wrote het - not only that, but dark het, featuring Tom/Ginny. WTF? Erm, I got bunnied over in pornandkittens. They're to blame for a lot of my blather lately, I think. 184 words of creepy, detached sex.

Warning: Chan ahead like whoa. Also dub-con, really. Not graphic, but pretty obvious.


Candor

( Ginny whimpered... )

Title: Uprising
Rating: PG
Characters: Harry, Luna, others.
Notes & Warnings: Implied offscreen character death. Takes place a month after Dumbledore's funeral.


Months of secrecy. It was difficult, but even Neville had reached a level of proficiency he'd never expected to gain in fifth year.

Here, now, Hogsmeade Station, Death Eaters along the platform and the Express reduced to a grimy string of boxcars waiting for children and adults without wands, Harry Potter ran his thumb over the charmed Galleon in his pocket. It hadn't stopped signaling for a week and he was pretty sure that meant Hermione was dead.

They'd worked on Voiceless magic this year, and Harry didn't need a wand. Nor did Luna. Harry stood.

"Defence Association, form up!"

Notes: Oh dear. Yeah, I wrote Snarry, but the twist is that this is house elf crack meta. I know, I know. Bad Loki. Stale cookies. ;)


( Dobby screamed in mortal terror... )

DISCLAIMER: Not mine! Never was or will be.
NOTES: It can't just be the magical folks, right? There's a lot to know about the Muggles in this universe. Used as part of the Random Facts Fest begun by iulia_linnea!


( 20 Things )

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Not feeling so proud of this one, but here you go. Go on, tell me how wrong I am to doubt myself. I dare you.

Title: Guilt
Author: soberloki
Rating: PG
Also Posted: here
Author Notes: Found this in an old file, and with minor editing, made it work.


     Please, thinks Severus Snape. Please, let him-

     He never asks for things. He knows better than to hope for salvation, or joy, or anything really. He doesn't deserve it.

     There's so much ground to cover, here to there, and he's never felt so slow, so incapable, so bloody lost. The green glow will come soon and he’s close, soclose, and then it's done.

     Done.

     Done.

     It's like a bell rung in the hollows of his body, his stomach, his throat, behind his eyes.

     Harry deserves to win, but it's Severus who asked, so. No hope, then.

     What have I done?

I jumped on the bandwagon again. A shock, I know. Inspired by celandineb, and my own uncontrollable urge to promote pretty much any pairing involving a happy Snape. 327 words, G-rated, single-voice crack.

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5 Reasons Snape Puts Up With Harry, or, Love Isn't One of Them
An interview with Rita Skeeter

You people ask the most intrusive questions. Why must you persist? Does it really matter, why I don't send him to live with Weasleys, or on his own?

Oh very well, Albus. Why I agreed to hang your bloody portrait in my home, I'll never know. Meddling old bugger, I'm sure it was actually Potter's idea.

I do not send Harry Potter away because he keeps the place in order. I know all of the standard housekeeping charms, but Tergeo and Scourgify are not the same thing as on-your-knees effort, are they?

I have yet to evict The Walking Bird's Nest for the simple reason that I am not used to a great deal of discussion. While he keeps house here, he also usually manages to deter fools who feel it necessary to track me down and pester me with questions, the answers to which are most assuredly none of their bloody business. Do not drip that vile pink excuse for ink on my furnishings, Skeeter.

I permit the annoying twit to inhabit my home because he's a reasonably good cook. His holiday meals are quite satisfactory, despite the company he insists on including. Weasleys. It's always Weasleys. And Granger. And that positively insufferable French bint who married one of the Weasleys. And their children...

I keep the Boy-Who-Lived about the place as a reminder that we are not who we believed ourselves to be when we were young. I am not a glory-seeking Dark Master. Potter is not a golden idol to be followed by the masses. Neither of us is the child who first set foot in the Great Hall of Hogwarts... and it is entirely possible that we never were.

Besides all that, I love the little green-eyed idiot, don't I? Dearest Merlin, I knew you'd drop your quill. Spell that ink out of my rug immediately, or I shall not be held responsible for what happens to you.

And Albus... do shut up.

Title: Crossing the Line, AU Genfic
Also Posted: HERE
Challenge / Character(s): LINE / Trio, Snape
Rating / Wordcount: G / 100 X 3
Notes: Harry's seventh year, ignores HBP entirely. Thought of this on the bus to work, watching three people at the transit exchange scream at each other.

1.
Harry trudged down the Grand Staircase in a fug, wishing Hermione was there to shut Ron up for him.

"He doesn't even mind his hygeine," Ron prattled prissily.

I'm so tired of this shite. Even Snape should have kindness. Maybe it's why he's such a bastard, because Dad and Sirius made sure nobody ever was nice to him.

Harry paused at the first floor landing, a brilliant idea taking shape in his mind. Ron rambled onward, still talking, but Harry didn't care.

I need Hermione. She'll be able to find what I need. Harry made a beeline for the library.

( 2. )

( 3. )

Yeah... complete crack. Warnings for het and implied oral. Hermione/Flitwick. I'm so sorry.


( Chitchat. )

Title: The Theory
Character/Pairing(s): Severus/George
Word Count: 100
Rated: PG for naked Weasley
Challenge: snape100 #145 – Snape, the Animagus
Notes: Snape rarepairs are my favorites!


     "One theory is that Animagus forms are facets of the personality, expressed as animals. But there's another... not as popular, but it might explain this."

     Snape returned to human form, sneering. "Do enlighten me, Mister Weasley."

     George flicked the sheet at Severus. "Don't be like that, I'm not telling anyone."

     Severus refrained from snarling, Better not, if you know what's good for you, and instead raised his eyebrow.

     George loved that eyebrow. "Right, this other theory is that a form can be a missing bit of a personality." He grinned. "Honestly, does anything about you resemble a Puffskein, normally?"

Title: A Smile
Characters: Snape & ??
Word Count: 100
Rated: G
Challenge: snape100 #144 - mystery character draw
Notes: cut to preserve the mystery

( A Smile )

Just found these sitting around on my hard drive, and figured I should probably, y'know, actually POST them. I have no idea how long ago I wrote these.

TITLE: Twice Damned
WORD COUNT: 100
A/N: Feedback hugely welcome.
CHALLENGE: Snape makes another bad choice.

( He watches you )

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TITLE: Summer
WORD COUNT: 100
CHALLENGE: Ink
A/N: Feedback hugely welcome.

( It was Harry's fault )

Title: Unexpected Depths
Rating: PG
Word Count: 486
Pairing/Characters: Trio, mentions Kreacher and Mundungus Fletcher.
Challenge: jamie2109's AWDT challenge - "Read my mind."
Warnings: No beta. Like, ever.
Summary: Ron discovers something even stranger than usual at 12 Grimmauld Place; Harry has a minor victory and a good idea.


( You can't do it, can you? )

Title: Vegas Vacation
Words: 100
Warnings: Implied animal sex.
Notes: Very random inspiration, I was watching CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, the episode with the furries' convention. Started giggling about the idea of Severus Snape being there.



Severus surveyed the conventioneers disdainfully. "Likenesses of humanised animals?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "We don't have to participate, and –"

Severus shoved a blue anthropomorphised fox in a sequined pink bikini away from himself, and snapped, "Neither of us yiff, thank you very much!"

The blue fox tottered away on huge glittery red high-heeled shoes, and Harry was sure those feet couldn't belong to a woman.

"We can get another hotel." Harry frowned. "Wait, what's yiff?"

"Nothing."

Harry seized Severus' sleeve. "Tell me."

Scowling, Severus whispered in Harry's ear.

Harry blushed, then grinned. "So, just like us, but not Animagi."

For iulia_linnea, who egged me on when I got the idea, and encouraged me further when I almost stalled out on it.

( Painless | PG-13 | 2072 words | Lily/Severus, mentions Lily/James, Regulus Black )

My first submission to 5_nevers


( Draco Malfoy: 145 )


( Ginny Weasley: 120 )


( Sirius Black: 115 )


( Severus Snape: 150 )


( Voldemort: 160 )

H/D comment ficlet. OMFG, this is why I can't write Draco. He comes out as a slightly retarded girl. *is only mildly mortified*

dripping_cherry had a poll; it inspired me. This is what it would look like if Harry and Draco decided to include me in their fun. Harry's not as dense as he seems, y'know. Note: Edited for very minor non-Brit-ness.

~o~

"Harry, her name is Loki. That means she'll be mischievous. You said we should spice things up!" Draco wiggled impatiently, like a puppy waiting at the front door with his leash.

Harry pondered that image and decided against bondage. Draco would want to wear leather trousers all the time. The noises alone would send him into hysterical laughter, and Draco didn't do well with that at all.

"Yes, her name is Loki, and you should know better. Loki wanted to end the world by triggering Ragnarok, and got stuck under a mountain with a serpent dripping poison on his head for all eternity. Not the sort we want in our bed. Don't you read any of those leatherbound monstrosities you rescued from the Manor?"

Draco pouted. "There are over five hundred books, I haven't gotten to them all. Anyway, this is a girl Loki." He smirked. "She's got red ha-air."

Harry, though he'd only briefly been interested in Ginny, perked up a bit. "Really? A redheaded Loki... er, wait. You seem to know an awful lot about her, and I've never met her at all. Where did you meet this woman?"

Draco clasped his hands over his chest and looked positively gleeful. "You said the internet didn't have anything good on it!"

Character(s): Vernon & Petunia Dursley, mentions Dudley, Harry, Lily, and James.
Rating: PG
Summary: They're not entirely repulsive, oddly.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's getting rich, and I'm getting a little pleasant ear-scritching on the internet. I like to think she wouldn't begrudge me that much.
Author's Notes: This was written as part of iulia_linnea's Harry Potter Random Facts Fest. Because Iuls is ♥.


( You'll never guess! )

Rating: PG. Ominous thoughts and a couple of assaults.
Summary: 20 things Lily would probably prefer nobody knew, to be perfectly honest.
Author's Notes: Written for iulia_linnea's Random Facts Fest. You can't go wrong, claiming a Potterverse character to be random with, or choosing one (or more) of the prompts to inspire you to create fic and/or art.

( Lily's parents were enchanted by the world their youngest had gone to live in. )