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long hair suspicious

Daphne, Dobby and Harry ~ Glen Hollow ~ Complete

The power of accurate observation is commonly called cynicism by those who have not got it.
~ George Bernard Shaw
Sunday, April 22nd ~ Early Morning



It wasn't a nightmare, but it was close enough. When Harry woke and turned his head to look at his wife who was sleeping quite peacefully, he knew. It was going to be a not good day judging from the anxiety trying to worm its way out of the pit of what could be called a stomach. Taking a deep breath, Harry forced himself to climb quietly out of bed and not pull Daphne's sleeping form close to reassure himself she and the baby were both alright. Stopping only long enough to pull on some sweats, socks and trainers, he headed out to the workshop.

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bored

Doris, Harry, Dobby, Remus, Draco and Daphne ~ The Phoenix and Glen Hollow ~ Complete

Every time I close the door on reality,
it comes in through the windows.

Tuesday, March 27th ~ Morning



As Harry sat looking across his desk at Doris - who was droning on and on about things that supposedly needed his immediate attention - he was having a pleasant little daydream about being at home, in bed with his wife. Until his elbow - which had been used to support his head - fell asleep and threatened to collapse. He blinked his eyes, straightened up and shook his arm awake off to the side.

"Doris?"

Another piece of paper was laid on top of the stack she'd already placed on the desk top and her mouth kept moving.

"Doris!"

And yet another one joined it and the words were flowing faster than he could keep up with.

"Doris!"
Jigga Wha?

Daphne, Harry, Severus and Dobby ~ Various ~ MA ~ Complete

What's an elf to do?

Wednesday, March 14th ~ Late Morning



Dobby had long since cleaned up the room where the reception had been and the guests had all left the night before. Winky had insisted on going back to Draco's flat and that left Dobby at loose ends, therefore, he'd been skulking around the hallway outside their bedroom for nearly four hours, hoping one of them would holler his name. Miss Daphne's mother had sent a package for her several hours ago and Dobby was afraid she really needed it.

Mr. Harry Potter is always awake long before now.

But that was before dearly beloveds.
Black

Group Thread ~ Glen Hollow ~ Complete

To celebrate the joining of Harry James Potter and Daphne Diane Greengrass in the bonds of matrimony.

Tuesday, March 13th ~ Early Evening




Hedwig had nearly flown herself into exhaustion, but each of the handful of invitations had made it to their intended recipients in record time.

The ceremony was small and quick. The bride wore the same robes her mother had been married in, the groom a suit. Their friends had gathered in the window room over looking the lake, and Severus Snape gave the bride away.
Why Me?

Group Thread ~ Many Places ~ Complete

Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Tuesday, March 13th ~ Late Afternoon




When the package arrived, Severus almost didn't bother opening it. There was work to be done at the shoppe, and he needed to get back. The letter that had been attached slid to the floor when he tossed the entire thing onto one of the kitchen cabinets, and it was only as he bet over to pick it up and saw the return address from a solicitor in London.

The letter was an apology for not sending the package last week. The package revealed a journal which only made his confusion grow.

That confusion quickly turned into horror as Severus read the last entry.

Event of my death - therefore - I'm dead... That couldn't be possible, he'd just seen Potter a few hours ago and these idiot solicitors were claiming they were supposed to have sent the journal a week ago... Unless they had managed to screw up even more and sent the thing early?

What if Potter was planning to do the deed that very night?

He rushed to the fireplace and tossed in a handful of powder, calling out for Mrs. Crockford at the Phoenix.

"I need to speak with Potter!"
hopeful

Dobby and Harry ~ Glen Hollow ~ Complete

Sleight of hand and twist of Fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you


Sunday, March 11 ~ Afternoon



Sundays were the worst. Before they'd always been the best and in order to keep himself in that calm, peaceful little spot he'd managed to locate, Harry had Dobby find anything that wasn't quite right around Glen Hollow that he could work on. He'd gone from redoing several bent roofing nails to cleaning out the gutters. That had been a major undertaking on its own since he'd chosen to do it the Muggle way. They were clean, he was hungry and according to Dobby - it was time to eat.

Striding into the kitchen, Harry smiled at the elf before starting to wash his hands.

"I really appreciate your changing your day off, what's on the list after lunch?"
ask me if I care

Dobby and Harry ~ Glen Hollow ~ Complete

But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell

Monday, March 5th ~ Morning



Draco had hung around Sunday long enough to play some pool and test fly the new broom Harry'd ordered from Ron. After they'd both recovered from the previous nights drinking binge that left Harry a little uncertain how he got to bed, it had been a good day all in all. He'd still had his boxers on so he suspected Dobby had probably been required to assist both him and Draco to their rooms when the night was over.

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Draco, Dobby and Harry ~ Glen Hollow ~ Complete

If this relationship thing is going to work, then it goes both ways.
You have to tell me why we're committing a felony before we do it.
Not that that's going to stop us, but at least I'll have all the facts, okay?
- Gilmore Girls
Saturday, March 3rd ~ Evening



Draco stood in his foyer, preparing to apparate to Glen Hollow for dinner - and not entirely sure that he should. The expected note saying something along the lines about 'how drunk he had been and what the hell had they done because he didn't recall a thing' had never come. Or one saying 'whoops' or any variation thereof that Draco had been anticipating.

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Dreaming

Izabel, Harry, Remus, Snape and Dobby • Glen Hollow • Complete

So wake up, young lovers
The whole thing is over
Watch but touch monkeys
All that blood, gonna swallow you whole
Friday, February 9 • Afternoon



For the first time in days of dreaming, something from outside penetrated his consciousness as a bitter, cold liquid trickled down Lupin's throat. The noise and fury of the snarling battle between man and beast slowly began to ebb.

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Knee

Daphne, Harry, Dobby, Draco and Winky ~*~ Glen Hollow and Draco's Flat ~*~ Complete

Another perfectly normal Sunday
Sunday, December 10th ~*~ Late Afternoon




Daphne was stretched out on the couch in front of the telly; Harry's head on a pillow in her lap as they watched a movie. Her fingers slid through his hair gently, brushing against his ear every once in awhile. The week had been hectic with all the shoppers stopping in for a bite to eat as they prepared for the holidays and it was so nice to be able to just relax and veg without a care in the world.

Her head tilted back, eye lids growing heavy as thoughts of an afternoon nap began to stir. Daphne shifted slightly to cuddle into the couch and froze at the unexpected sight of Dobby standing in the doorway wringing his hands.

"We've got company," she whispered to Harry. Best not to startle the insane eccentric elf.