Post by KristaMarie on Sept 26, 2007 21:59:31 GMT -5
Title: Like a Fairytale
Summary: AU Fluff-- A bedtime story for two rambunctious little girls (set during OotP) (This is what my cold-infested brain comes up with at 10:30 at night…). This is my first posted fic and, obviously, first challenge response. I just couldn’t pass it up! I hope you like it!
Rating: K
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“I want to pick a story!”
“No! My turn!”
“No it’s not! You picked last time!”
“Nah uh! You did!”
“ALRIGHT!” a loud and slightly annoyed voice carried over the shouting of the two little girls. “How about I tell you a new story?”
“Yay!” the two little one’s cheered together, forgetting the quarrel they were having only moments before.
“What kind of story is it, Col?” the older of the two asked.
Collette smiled down at her. “It’s a love story, Finna.”
“Like a faiwytale?” the littlest asked.
“Kind of, Moira. It’s a true love story.”
“About who?” they chorused.
“Well, if you would be quiet I could tell you.” Instantly, the two little girls closed their mouths and looked intently at Collette.
“Now, this story begins some 25 years ago—before even I was born!”
“Wow that’s a LONG time ago,” Finna piped up.
“Watch it, Fionnula Marie,” Collette eyed the little girl. “Anyway, as I was saying, this story begins more than 25 years ago. It was the early stages of the first war with Voldemort. Many people were killed, injured, or missing. Many more were terrified for not only their lives, but of their loved ones as well.”
“Col, this no sound like the faiwy tales Mummy tells us,” Moira interrupted.
“It will, will you give me a chance to tell the story?” Collette mockingly scolded. “I swear you are worse than your father.”
Moira opened her mouth to respond, but Finna put her hand across her sister’s face. “Let Collette tell the story!”
“Thank you. Anyway, as I said, many people were frightened for one another, especially one very powerful wizard. He had been a hero in the war many years before, and it scared him to think that our world was coming under attack again. It scared him so much in fact, that in trying to protect the one’s he loved, he hurt the one he loved the most.”
“Oh no!” Finna wailed.
“It still not a Mummy storwy…” Moira repeated.
“Moira Renee if you don’t stop interrupting me I will not finish the story tonight, and I might never finish it.”
“Sowwy! I be quiet.”
“Thank you! Now, this powerful wizard hurt the woman he loved by pushing her away. He thought that if he distanced himself from her, then she would be safe. He didn’t realize how much being away from him was hurting her. All of their friends saw how miserable they both were, but they didn’t know how to help. You see, this powerful wizard and witch were, well, are, particularly stubborn.”
“Like Moira when Mummy is trying to get her to take a bath?” Finna asked with such innocence, Collette asked.
“Something like that— though I don’t think Moira is as stubborn as the witch and wizard in my story. Now, where was I… oh! Well, both the witch and the wizard were members of the first Order of the Phoenix. One day, while the witch was guarding headquarters, she was captured by Death Eaters! She was so upset about being away from her love, that she didn’t realize they were sneaking up on her.”
“What did the wizard do?” Finna asked excitedly.
“Did he save her?” Moira wanted to know.
“I’m getting to that. When the wizard found out that his love had been taken, he immediately set out to find her. It was hours before he and his team of Aurors found her. She was locked in a room of a huge house—almost like a castle.”
“Couldn’t she apparate out?” Finna was practically bouncing on her knees with excitement.
“No, she couldn’t. The room blocked out any magic other than the magic of the one who captured her.”
“Then how did she get out? Did she get out?” Finna questioned quietly, almost afraid of the answer.
“That’s the next part. When the wizard finally found her, and saw her through the window, something clicked inside his head. He realized that being separated didn’t do them any good—he loved her so much, and wanted to help her. Somehow, the witch knew he was there—she felt it in her heart. She went to her small window, and though she couldn’t see him, she knew he was there.”
“How romantical,” Moira sighed dramatically—for a three year old.
“Romantic, Moira, and yes it was. In that instant, they both knew they could not live without the other. Suddenly, a bright red light burst from each of them, and when the lights connected, there were fireworks in all different shades of reds, golds, and whites.”
“Ooohhh,” was the double reply.
“Apparently, their love was so strong it broke through the wards keeping the witch locked in her room. They later learned that the love they felt for one another was stronger than any magic Voldemort could ever hope to perform; for all of his magic revolved around hate. That’s why he went away the first time.”
“Because Harry’s Mummy loved him so much,” Finna finished the thought sleepily. She really was very bright for her age—though it was no real surprise to anyone who knew her.
“That’s right, angel.”
“Collette? Does Mummy love us that much?” Moira yawned.
“That and a million times more,” Collette smiled. “But perhaps I’ll finish the story tomorrow since you seem to be falling asleep.”
“NO!” they instantly shouted.
“What happened next?” Finna asked.
“Well, the wizard rescued the witch, of course! And the wizard told her later that he was sorry that he kept her away—that he thought he was helping her. Because she loved him so much, she forgave him, but she made him promise that they would fight together because that was the only way they were going to win this war.”
“Did they?” Moira asked.
“Yes they did. They got married not long after that, and four years later they had a daughter. And three days before their daughter’s fifth birthday, Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter.”
“Did they live happiwy ever after?” Moira wanted to know, as her eyes began to drift shut.
“Yes they did,” Collette replied as she pulled the covers up around the tiny little girl, and placed a kiss on her forehead.
“Just like a faiwy tale…”
“Did they have any more children?” Finna asked as she climbed onto her bed.
“Yes—they had two more little girls, though a long time later.”
“How much later?”
“Well, one was born thirteen years after the first, and the last was born four years after that.”
“How old are they now?” Finna barely asked, her eyes already shut, and her breathing evening out.
Collette smiled. “Well, I think they’re 20, seven, and three.”
“K…” Collette kissed Finna’s head and was almost out the door when..
“HEY! That was about—“
“Shh! Go to sleep, Finna.”
“But that story was about—“
“I know. We can talk about it tomorrow.” And with that, Collette used her wand to dim the lantern, and then left the room, leaving the door open a crack.
She walked into the sitting room, finding its two occupants curled up together on the sofa smiling at her.
“You owe me, you do realize that?” she asked them with a smile.
“Don’t we always?” the man laughed.
“We do appreciate it, Collette. You do know that?” the woman asked.
“If I didn’t before, I can see it in your eyes now,” she replied with a smile
“Sherbert lemon?” he offered her.
“Do I ever say no to a sherbert lemon?” she chuckled and flopped on the sofa next to the two.
“No—you never say no to anything sweet,” the woman laughed and wrapped an arm around Collette. “What story did they want to hear?”
“I told them a fairytale.”
“Oh? Which one?” he asked.
Collette smiled, before turning to look at both of them. “Yours.” The two adults were stunned into silence. “Well, I’m going to find Fred and George—see if we can perfect those fireworks.” She stood and smiled at the pair. “Night Mum, Night Dad.” And with that, she was off.
“Albus?”
“Hm?”
“How is it she’s so grown up one minute, and so childlike the next?”
Albus laughed. “Well, we have often said she’s the perfect blend of the two of us.”
“That she is, my love. That she is.”
Summary: AU Fluff-- A bedtime story for two rambunctious little girls (set during OotP) (This is what my cold-infested brain comes up with at 10:30 at night…). This is my first posted fic and, obviously, first challenge response. I just couldn’t pass it up! I hope you like it!
Rating: K
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“I want to pick a story!”
“No! My turn!”
“No it’s not! You picked last time!”
“Nah uh! You did!”
“ALRIGHT!” a loud and slightly annoyed voice carried over the shouting of the two little girls. “How about I tell you a new story?”
“Yay!” the two little one’s cheered together, forgetting the quarrel they were having only moments before.
“What kind of story is it, Col?” the older of the two asked.
Collette smiled down at her. “It’s a love story, Finna.”
“Like a faiwytale?” the littlest asked.
“Kind of, Moira. It’s a true love story.”
“About who?” they chorused.
“Well, if you would be quiet I could tell you.” Instantly, the two little girls closed their mouths and looked intently at Collette.
“Now, this story begins some 25 years ago—before even I was born!”
“Wow that’s a LONG time ago,” Finna piped up.
“Watch it, Fionnula Marie,” Collette eyed the little girl. “Anyway, as I was saying, this story begins more than 25 years ago. It was the early stages of the first war with Voldemort. Many people were killed, injured, or missing. Many more were terrified for not only their lives, but of their loved ones as well.”
“Col, this no sound like the faiwy tales Mummy tells us,” Moira interrupted.
“It will, will you give me a chance to tell the story?” Collette mockingly scolded. “I swear you are worse than your father.”
Moira opened her mouth to respond, but Finna put her hand across her sister’s face. “Let Collette tell the story!”
“Thank you. Anyway, as I said, many people were frightened for one another, especially one very powerful wizard. He had been a hero in the war many years before, and it scared him to think that our world was coming under attack again. It scared him so much in fact, that in trying to protect the one’s he loved, he hurt the one he loved the most.”
“Oh no!” Finna wailed.
“It still not a Mummy storwy…” Moira repeated.
“Moira Renee if you don’t stop interrupting me I will not finish the story tonight, and I might never finish it.”
“Sowwy! I be quiet.”
“Thank you! Now, this powerful wizard hurt the woman he loved by pushing her away. He thought that if he distanced himself from her, then she would be safe. He didn’t realize how much being away from him was hurting her. All of their friends saw how miserable they both were, but they didn’t know how to help. You see, this powerful wizard and witch were, well, are, particularly stubborn.”
“Like Moira when Mummy is trying to get her to take a bath?” Finna asked with such innocence, Collette asked.
“Something like that— though I don’t think Moira is as stubborn as the witch and wizard in my story. Now, where was I… oh! Well, both the witch and the wizard were members of the first Order of the Phoenix. One day, while the witch was guarding headquarters, she was captured by Death Eaters! She was so upset about being away from her love, that she didn’t realize they were sneaking up on her.”
“What did the wizard do?” Finna asked excitedly.
“Did he save her?” Moira wanted to know.
“I’m getting to that. When the wizard found out that his love had been taken, he immediately set out to find her. It was hours before he and his team of Aurors found her. She was locked in a room of a huge house—almost like a castle.”
“Couldn’t she apparate out?” Finna was practically bouncing on her knees with excitement.
“No, she couldn’t. The room blocked out any magic other than the magic of the one who captured her.”
“Then how did she get out? Did she get out?” Finna questioned quietly, almost afraid of the answer.
“That’s the next part. When the wizard finally found her, and saw her through the window, something clicked inside his head. He realized that being separated didn’t do them any good—he loved her so much, and wanted to help her. Somehow, the witch knew he was there—she felt it in her heart. She went to her small window, and though she couldn’t see him, she knew he was there.”
“How romantical,” Moira sighed dramatically—for a three year old.
“Romantic, Moira, and yes it was. In that instant, they both knew they could not live without the other. Suddenly, a bright red light burst from each of them, and when the lights connected, there were fireworks in all different shades of reds, golds, and whites.”
“Ooohhh,” was the double reply.
“Apparently, their love was so strong it broke through the wards keeping the witch locked in her room. They later learned that the love they felt for one another was stronger than any magic Voldemort could ever hope to perform; for all of his magic revolved around hate. That’s why he went away the first time.”
“Because Harry’s Mummy loved him so much,” Finna finished the thought sleepily. She really was very bright for her age—though it was no real surprise to anyone who knew her.
“That’s right, angel.”
“Collette? Does Mummy love us that much?” Moira yawned.
“That and a million times more,” Collette smiled. “But perhaps I’ll finish the story tomorrow since you seem to be falling asleep.”
“NO!” they instantly shouted.
“What happened next?” Finna asked.
“Well, the wizard rescued the witch, of course! And the wizard told her later that he was sorry that he kept her away—that he thought he was helping her. Because she loved him so much, she forgave him, but she made him promise that they would fight together because that was the only way they were going to win this war.”
“Did they?” Moira asked.
“Yes they did. They got married not long after that, and four years later they had a daughter. And three days before their daughter’s fifth birthday, Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter.”
“Did they live happiwy ever after?” Moira wanted to know, as her eyes began to drift shut.
“Yes they did,” Collette replied as she pulled the covers up around the tiny little girl, and placed a kiss on her forehead.
“Just like a faiwy tale…”
“Did they have any more children?” Finna asked as she climbed onto her bed.
“Yes—they had two more little girls, though a long time later.”
“How much later?”
“Well, one was born thirteen years after the first, and the last was born four years after that.”
“How old are they now?” Finna barely asked, her eyes already shut, and her breathing evening out.
Collette smiled. “Well, I think they’re 20, seven, and three.”
“K…” Collette kissed Finna’s head and was almost out the door when..
“HEY! That was about—“
“Shh! Go to sleep, Finna.”
“But that story was about—“
“I know. We can talk about it tomorrow.” And with that, Collette used her wand to dim the lantern, and then left the room, leaving the door open a crack.
She walked into the sitting room, finding its two occupants curled up together on the sofa smiling at her.
“You owe me, you do realize that?” she asked them with a smile.
“Don’t we always?” the man laughed.
“We do appreciate it, Collette. You do know that?” the woman asked.
“If I didn’t before, I can see it in your eyes now,” she replied with a smile
“Sherbert lemon?” he offered her.
“Do I ever say no to a sherbert lemon?” she chuckled and flopped on the sofa next to the two.
“No—you never say no to anything sweet,” the woman laughed and wrapped an arm around Collette. “What story did they want to hear?”
“I told them a fairytale.”
“Oh? Which one?” he asked.
Collette smiled, before turning to look at both of them. “Yours.” The two adults were stunned into silence. “Well, I’m going to find Fred and George—see if we can perfect those fireworks.” She stood and smiled at the pair. “Night Mum, Night Dad.” And with that, she was off.
“Albus?”
“Hm?”
“How is it she’s so grown up one minute, and so childlike the next?”
Albus laughed. “Well, we have often said she’s the perfect blend of the two of us.”
“That she is, my love. That she is.”
