vickystarfish

vickystarfish — Thu, 13 Nov 2014 19:13:29 GMT

Hi, I have been gone a long time, but i'm still alive. I'm not going to give excuses, but here are two drabbles. Yes, two, for your enjoyment!

VS x

School
Words: 100

It wasn’t that the summer had been horrific. Uncle Vernon was working long hours, Aunt Petunia was adamantly ignoring him as she carried out her chores and Dudley was only ever seen going into or leaving the house.

Harry’s letters were his lifeline. They had given him news, made him smile and reminded him that there was something to look forward to. But Harry still couldn’t shake the enormous feeling of relief that flooded him or the happy sigh that escaped his lips as he lay eyes on the castle once more.

Boy did it feel good to be back!!

Butterbeer
Words: 100

The slightly sweet flavour was unforgettable; the smooth finish distinctive and the combination incredibly enjoyable. But boy, did that Butterbeer kick your backside after eight of them!

Ginny shuddered once more as she recalled the hangover she’d had from their last night out. The chance of a babysitter had been impossible to refuse and Percy had needed a shoulder to cry into.

However, the smell this evening had nearly caused her to vomit when Harry offered her a bottle.

Now, as she stared at the pregnancy test in her hand, it was understandable. Ginny vowed never to drink them again!

vickystarfish — Mon, 21 Jan 2013 14:22:34 GMT

long story sort, i lost everything hen my computer died and it's taken me a while to catch up and get back intot he habit of writing and posting. If you've read this elsewhere, i'm sorry for repeating myself, but i'm trying to cover all bases - i hope you understand.

My catch up of drabble can be found on my FanFiction account. Just click the link! My drabbles are clearly titled and i'm posting from ch63...

http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2464189/VickyStarfish

xxxxx

Prompt: Dessert

vickystarfish — Fri, 24 Aug 2012 13:24:56 GMT

Dessert

Words: 100

AN: school holidays + daytime TV (Supernanny US!) = this weeks drabble :D

“If you won’t eat those vegetables, you don’t get any dessert.”

Ginny was firm and she meant business. Her voice was downright scary at times and her scowl was justlike her mother’s - scary.

Harry just wished she was chastising one of their children, who had already cleared their plates, broccoli included and were gazing at the treacle tart in the kitchen.

Harry sighed inaudibly as Ginny raised her eyebrows expectantly. He was thirty years old for crying out loud - surely he should be able to choose his meals.

Oh well, he thought. The treacle tart was worth it.

A Start on the Backlog!

vickystarfish — Thu, 09 Aug 2012 16:31:13 GMT

I found these on my hard drive, so a bit of catch up... the next list of missed prompts is longer, and they are likely to be posted singularly, hopefully sooner than these (Magical was the prompt back on 5th March!). Vic x

Magical

Words: 100

It was a small gesture, putting her hand over his, where it rested on the table, but it meant the world to Ginny.

It showed her never ending support for him, despite the chaos that always surrounded them, it showed the Wizarding Press that they were together, and the small squeeze she gave him showed him alone how much she truly loved him.

But it was that familiar electrical charge between them that meant the most to her. Ginny had always felt it, always longed for it and hoped, beyond all else, that they’d never lose it: that magical spark.

Spring

Words: 100

The Easter holidays had come to an end and Ginny didn’t particularly want to leave Harry behind, yet again.

He accompanied her to King’s Cross Station, and they walked slowly through the crowds, Harry chivalrously pushing her trolley of belongings along the platforms until they reached the barrier.

Turning to face him, he couldn’t stay to wave goodbye to her she saw her own emotions reflected on Harry’s face. She couldn’t hold herself back and she sprung into his arms, hugging him close and not wanting to let go.

“It’s not long until the summer hols now Gin. You’ll see.”

Renew

Words: 100

Renewing the charms that locked the door, Ginny turned and smiled mischievously at her husband, still asleep in the bed. Their delayed honeymoon had been well worth the wait and Ginny smiled to herself at the thought that she might have worn Harry out already.

Sliding the room service tray she had just collected onto the bedside table, Ginny charmed the pot of tea to stay warm and crept back under the duvet.

They had a long and lazy week planned and she couldn’t wait to get started. She fell back to sleep with a contented smile on her face.

Flying Carpet

Words: 100

“James Sirius Potter, don’t even think about it!”

Ginny’s furious roar echoed through the house and entered Harry’s office with venom. Finishing up his paperwork, Harry left his normally peaceful sanctuary with equal amounts of curiosity and irritation.

It wasn’t the disruption that angered him; he had known when he brought work home with him that he would undoubtedly be disturbed. What maddened him most was that James never learned his lesson, which infuriated both of his parents exponentially.

Having turned the hearth rug into a flying carpet ‘accidentally’, James deserved whatever creative punishment Ginny could conjure up for him.

Pranks

Words: 100

Harry and Ginny were eating a late dinner with Al and Lily when the first letter came that fateful night. James had been at Hogwarts for less than a day and McGonagall’s letters had only just begun.

That first prank was simple, but effective; according to McGonagall’s letter - the first of many - James had let a hundred crickets loose in the Great Hall during the feast. He had barely been finished with his Sorting before he was causing McGonagall more grey hairs.

Even in that first letter Minerva had questioned his parents’ choice of namesakes for their son.

Taste

Words: 100

Harry hated being sick. He didn’t like that he couldn’t breathe through his blocked nose, he was irritated by the sleepiness that overcame him and the constant aches and pains drove him mad. All of these faded in comparison to his hatred of not being able to taste anything.

Even that had its upsides. He may not be able to taste the amazing chicken broth that Molly always sent over, but he certainly didn’t miss the tastes of potions that Hermione forced on him.

Harry hated not tasting anything when he was ill simply because he couldn’t taste Ginny’s kisses.

Parched

vickystarfish — Thu, 09 Aug 2012 15:53:00 GMT

AN: it's been a while, but i'm back!

Prompt: Parched

Words: 100

Harry was alerted to his wife’s presence in his office when her abrupt laughter filled the small room. She walked over to the chair opposite where he was working and sat on the very edge of her comfortable seat.

Without a word, she leaned across and re-arranged some of the papers he had spread across the surface of his desk; lifting some more folders, she reached underneath for something.

From the depths, she retrieved a small terracotta plant pot. Still laughing, somewhat hysterically by now, she watched as his face recognised the gift: a parched, and now very dead, cactus.

Firewhiskey

vickystarfish — Mon, 19 Mar 2012 18:34:04 GMT

Firewhiskey

Words: 100

Ginny stared.

She took a deep calming breath and sighed out her frustrations. She could not believe that she was in this situation again so soon, but had to admit to herself that it was by no means bad news. She would have to talk to Harry, but she knew that he too would see all of the positives and be happy.

All it had taken was a willing babysitter and a bottle of Firewhiskey and now, in approximately nine months time, there would be a third Potter baby and another Weasley grandchild.

Ginny could not help but smiling broadly.

Prompt: Racing

vickystarfish — Wed, 29 Feb 2012 20:25:18 GMT

Racing

Words: 100

In her later years, Ginny often pondered about that fateful day so long ago. She had been anxious about her brothers leaving, but couldn’t wait to leave herself. She had bounced out of the front door and had barely sat still all the way.

While her brothers had dawdled, in their own way, she had jumped her way along King’s Cross Station, an unknown excitement gripping her from within.

It was only with the wisdom of age that she came to the conclusion that she had been racing towards her destiny on that day: when Harry walked into their lives.

Prompt: Love Notes

vickystarfish — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 17:50:20 GMT

Prompt: Love Notes

Words: 100

James sat at the kitchen table, a piece of parchment in front of him, a quill in his hand and his tongue sticking out of the side of his mouth. He looked just like Harry and neither would ever confess to the deed. Ginny highly doubted that they even realised as she lurked in the doorway, spying on her son.

“Mum?” Ginny squirmed, not having realised that James could see her. “How do you spell ‘Valentine’?

“Valentine? Are you writing a love note?”

“Humph,” he grumbled, under his breathe. “Sort of.” She ghosted his response and spelled it out, smiling.

Prompt: Loyalty

vickystarfish — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 17:49:31 GMT

Prompt: Loyalty

Words: ~~100~~ 102 - typo spotted by Duke Brymin!

Harry had always known that loyalty meant different things to different people.

In the Chamber of Secrets, his loyalty to Dumbledore had saved his life, during the Horcrux hunt, his loyalty to his quest almost cost him his best friend and during the final battle, his loyalty towards the Wizarding world had enabled him to make the ultimate sacrifice.

This was better. In front of numerous people, a few too many he didn’t even know, Ginny had just pledged his loyalty to him, as his wife, partner and soul mate. He couldn’t wait his cue to make the same promises towards her.

Prompt: Time

vickystarfish — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 17:48:57 GMT

Prompt: Time

Words: 100

Harry watched as Ginny slept, jealous of her peace and wondering what the future held for them.

He thought about when, and how, he should propose; whether there should be an audience or whether she’d prefer something private.

He thought about what plans she would make for their wedding, and what input she’d want from him

He thought about their wedding night for a long while before distracting himself and instead thinking about what their children might look like.

There were lots of possibilities, but one absolute certainty stood out among them as sleep took Harry. Only time would tell.

Prompt:Hurt

vickystarfish — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 17:48:14 GMT

Prompt:Hurt

Words: 100

The hurt from seeing Harry’s lifeless form in Hagrid’s arms stayed with Ginny for a long time.

The emotional pain had been devastating. In that instant, her heart had broken into a million pieces. The physical pain, in the depths of her stomach, had torn through her body and submitted her to her knees. The psychological pain still haunted her nightmares

Ginny woke up with the image burned onto her retinas, her pulse racing and a cold sweat covering her from head to foot. As always, when the nightmares returned, for either of them, their only solace was each other.

Prompt:Free

vickystarfish — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 17:47:37 GMT

Prompt:Free

Words: 100

The end of the war had signalled an increase in freedom for the Wizarding population. Muggleborns came out of hiding, so-called ‘Blood-Traitors’ were able to freely expressed their opinions and Harry couldn’t travel anywhere without being accosted.

In the years that followed, Harry got used to being in the public-eye, but still avoided it whenever possible.

Pulling a jumper on over his pyjamas and checking the children were sleeping as he crept through his own home, Harry snuck out to the broom shed and grabbed his eldest son’s Firebolt; even after all these years, flying made him feel truly free.

Prompt:Shooting Star

vickystarfish — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 17:47:01 GMT

Prompt:Shooting Star

Words: 100

AN: companion piece to Enraptured

Harry looked up into the vast expanse of night sky, the mass of stars making him feel insignificant and lonely in this far and deserted place.

A shooting star flew through the night before him.

“You’re supposed to wish on a shooting star,” came Hermione’s all knowing voice from the tent entrance behind him. He’s almost forgotten that she was here.

He recalled good omens from Astronomy class, but just nodded.

There was plenty of things he could wish for: Dumbledore’s advice, Ron’s humour and Mrs. Weasley’s cooking…

There was only one thing he really wanted to wish for: Ginny.

Prompt: Winter

vickystarfish — Fri, 17 Feb 2012 17:45:23 GMT

Prompt: Winter

Words: 100

Hermione and Ron were in a world of their own as their wedding reception unfurled around them and, as Harry spun her out onto the dance floor, she was swallowed by her own flights of fancy.

Ginny knew that when they got married, later in the year, she wanted leaf green bridesmaids’ dresses and a rather large gathering was becoming a necessity. She had chosen dark green ties for Harry and Ron and ordered simple red roses for her bouquet.

It wouldn’t matter though. All she needed right now was a drink to keep the winter chill away and Harry.

Prompt: Mistletoe

vickystarfish — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 11:55:10 GMT

Prompt: Mistletoe

Words: 100

Harry didn’t want to go to work. Ginny wanted to decorate their house for Christmas.

He had a nice surprise when he returned home though. Ginny had decorated without him.

The house could be seen from the other end of the street: candles shone from every window and lights hung around the eaves of the house. The interior was almost alive with sparkling decorations in many colours, but mostly red and gold.

His wife stood waiting for him by the fireplace, a mistletoe sprig in her hand, a coy smirk across her face and a sexy glint in her eye.

Prompt: Yours

vickystarfish — Tue, 20 Dec 2011 13:48:05 GMT

Prompt: Yours
Words: 100
AN: … follows on from Holly I guess! Merry Christmas Harry!

Harry eased to door open and, seeing Ginny asleep, crept around her bed to the small crib. Picking up his new born daughter he cradled her gently and rocked her as he paced the room talking softly to both his favourite girls.

“She’s just like you Gin. Her hair is going to be that gorgeous red I love, and her eyes are the same shape too; I bet they’re going to be the exact same colour too.”

He walked back the way he’d come, back towards their beds before putting Lily down.

“Yeah, she’s all yours Gin. Definitely all yours.”

Prompt: Holly

vickystarfish — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 21:03:55 GMT

Prompt: Holly
Words: 100

“Not too many of those,” Harry scolded as Ginny opened up a bag of salted pretzels. “Dinner’s ready soon.”

“Fine, whatever.” He kissed the top of her head and retreated back to the kitchen.

“You’re ok going into St. Mungo’s tomorrow morning? Won’t it ruin Christmas morning with the boys?”

“The baby’s due tomorrow; what do you want me to do Harry? Sit through family dinner with my legs crossed?” He returned, settling onto the sofa with her and propping her feet onto his lap.

“And you’re sure you don’t want to call the baby Holly if it’s a girl?”

Prompt: Sparkle

vickystarfish — Mon, 12 Dec 2011 21:01:16 GMT

Prompt: Sparkle
Words: 100

“Ginny, come on, we need to go!” Harry paced the hallway as he yelled up the stairs, again.

The Ministry Christmas Ball was not Harry’s favourite event. But, in all honesty, any event that had him clothed in Dress Robes, making a speech and making inane small talk counted towards that particular list.

“GINNY!” his frustrations were getting the better of him.

“I’m ready. What do you think?” Harry stopped mid stride to look up at her. Her green dress was made her even more beautiful than he could have imagined. He loved the sparkly beaded detail around the bust.

Prompt: Invisible

vickystarfish — Mon, 28 Nov 2011 21:28:05 GMT

Prompt: Invisible
Words: 100

Harry’s love for Ginny was hardly invisible.

He made her a cup of tea every morning, and had once attempted eggy bread for breakfast though never again, he made sure she packed a lunch to bring with her when she went to work and whenever she was late home from a game he made sure that the bath water was hot and the wine was cold.

Yeah, Harry’s love definitely wasn’t concealed, Ron thought as he watched his best friend ogle his little sister. It was as obvious as the scar on his head and the glasses on his nose.

Prompt: Enraptured

vickystarfish — Wed, 23 Nov 2011 16:01:17 GMT

Prompt: Enraptured
Words: 100
A/N: another drabble that took longer to research than it did to inspire/write! PS – yes, I’ve been listening to Airplanes again! Timeline: after Bill and Fleur’s wedding, before Ginny goes back to school

Ginny took a deep breathe and relaxed as her and Luna watched the late summer stars, enraptured.

Ginny smiled and pointed out a shooting star.

“That’s going a bit slowly for a meteoroid. It must be a Muggle Aeroplane.” Ginny nodded. “You know, Muggles wish on shooting stars.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know really. Mum always said they were a good omen though, a sign of good things to come. She said some Muggles even refer to them as ‘Messengers of God’.” Ginny nodded again.

“Can we pretend it’s a shooting star?” She knew what she wanted to wish for: Harry.

Prompt: Anticipation

vickystarfish — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 15:30:54 GMT

Prompt: Anticipation
Words: 100

Ginny chewed her lip as she watched the kitchen door from her improvised seat. She nervously swung her legs like a kid, back and forth as she looked at the clock once again and tried to calculate how much longer he would be; the anticipation was nearly killing her.

The sight that greeted Harry when he finally did arrive home left him speechless. There were candles on the table, dinner set out on the nice crockery and Ginny, sat on the table herself, wearing very little. He was just glad he’d declined her brother’s attempts to come over for tea.

Prompt: Awkward

vickystarfish — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 15:30:24 GMT

Prompt: Awkward
Words: 100

Over the years, Ron had to admit that he had seen Ginny and Harry snogging far too many times. He sympathised, they had been in love for years. But there were only so many times an older brother could stand by and watch as his best friend tongued his little sister.

As he put the finishing touches on his report, Ron day dreamed briefly about reading his daughter her bedtime story and enjoying a drink with his wife. Nothing could ever have prepared him for the insanely awkward moment that awaited him as he entered Harry’s office. Snogging? He wishes!

Prompt: Bats

vickystarfish — Sat, 19 Nov 2011 15:29:54 GMT

Prompt: Bats
Words: 100

Harry stopped in his tracks as he walked through Godric’s Hollow. The evening sun was casting red and gold across the village but a cloud of bats had flown into the sun’s path and darkened the sky quite suddenly.

As Ginny caught up and joined him, placing her hand in his, they watched together as the colony continued to dance across the sky, back and forth, the silhouettes dancing across the blank canvas in front of them.

Harry chuckled as Teddy ran towards them laughing. Teddy’s trick or treat costume was awesome; he always dressed up as his favourite Godfather.

Prompt: Ghosts

vickystarfish — Tue, 25 Oct 2011 12:01:24 GMT

Prompt: Ghosts
Words: 100

Halloween in Godric’s Hollow had been a sombre event for nearly twenty years. Remembering past tragedies they were stuck in the past. This year, it was going to change; Ginny was determined.

Children walking the street, trick or treating loved the spooky effect of the haunted house the new Mrs Potter had created: eerie music drifted from the bushes in the garden, lights throughout the house seemed to flicker in the windows and the smell of pumpkin pasties was tantalising.

The ‘ghosts’ who answered the door, however, left one girl crying and screaming as she ran back to her mother.

AN: SO looking forward to next weekend! Happy Halloween Everyone! VSx

Prompt: Farewell

vickystarfish — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 21:25:54 GMT

I have two offerings for this prompt. it wouldn't leave me alone! enjoy x

Prompt: Farewell
Words: 100

Ginny couldn’t put her feelings into words. There was simply silence. Luna and Hermione were sat with her both reading: The Quibbler and Hogwarts, a History respectively. Ginny was left with her thoughts.

It was her home. It was where she’d grown up. It was where Harry had first noticed her, where they’d shared their first kiss and where he’d tried to sacrifice his life to save them all.

It was everything to her for so many reasons and she couldn’t believe that today had finally arrived. They were heading home, a heartfelt farewell to Hogwarts pulling at her soul.

Prompt: Farewell #2
Words: 100

Ginny couldn’t put her feelings into words. There was simply silence. She was surrounded by her family, what remained at least, and Harry had his arm firmly around her, hopefully finding as much comfort in her as she found in him.

George had insisted on bright colours, smiles and laughter. The sun shone brightly, mocking them, but they tried to live up to his wishes.

As darkness fell George lit up. The firework display that followed was impressive, twice as good as the one that had chased Umbridge from Hogwarts a lifetime ago.

It was a fitting farewell to Fred.