| Everybody's working for the weekend. |
[08 Sep 2009|12:49am] |
[Ministry by the fountain]
[morning]
[anyone]
Harry was excited, after weeks of playing bodyguard to Hannah he was going to have some time off. Not that he didn't enjoy it and love Hannah, but after over two months of watching her, he realized he was seeing more of her then he was of his own girlfriend. Hell, he was even starting to miss his desk and get sick of pastries. Frankly he had become a sad excuse for a human being. But she had owled him the previous night that her and Owyn were taking off for Germany for at least a couple of weeks and he was happy for her. She needed a vacation and some time alone with Owyn. It was pretty obvious how much she missed him and Harry couldn't help but think worse of the Minister for piling the work on Owyn, when it was so clear that he needed to be with his girlfriend. But that was his business and he wasn't going to get involved. He had enough trouble on his hands. Namely the fact that he told Hannah he would tell Shacklebolt that she left town. The terror in her eyes when she admitted she hadn't told him, was enough to make Harry volunteer for the duty. Kingsley would probably kill him, but for Hannah it was worth it.
He made his way into the Ministry with his freshly brewed cup of coffee from home, Hannah taught him how to make it the way she did, and a box full of pastries from Hannah he made his way to the fountain. Normally he would have gone straight up to his desk, but he figured another ten minutes wouldn't hurt. He could enjoy his pastry and avoid Kingsley at the same time. And it really didn't get much better then that.
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| Happy, happy, birthday baby |
[09 Aug 2009|09:10am] |
[Qudditch field in Hogwarts]
[afternoon to whenever the party ends]
[anyone, everyone!]
*puts the finishing touches on the tables*
*straightens the table cloth on the potluck food table*
*stops* *glances around at the groups of chinese lanterns for when it gets dark and the dance floor with the small place for music, both live and Dj and karaoke*
*pulls out wand, raises up banners with "Happy birthday Katie, Hannah and Harry" written on them*
*giggles like a school girl* Oh yeah, we're going to have fun!
*Dobby runs over: Mr. Harry Potter sir! Everything is ready and perfect! There are buckets of ice for people to put the drinks in and the bar is set up over there!*
Thanks Dobby! This is going to be great! You and the other elves can come if you want ok?
*Dobby bursts into tears: Harry Potter you're so good to us! We've never been invited to a party before!*
It's ok Dobby, go tell the others they can come. *Dobby disappears*
*looks around, grins* *does the dance of joy*
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| Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song, and I'll try not to sing out of key. |
[22 Jul 2009|11:42am] |
[Cafe in Diagon Alley]
[midday]
[Anyone ATTN: Friends of Katie and Hannah (so basically everyone)]
Harry spent the majority of the morning whistling and skipping and basically being obnoxiously happy, as he had spent every morning this week. Not that he could really tell anyone why he was so happy. Although some guessed. He didn't care. It was wonderful and perfect and he loved his girlfriend. And now he knew what could make people break into song, because he wanted to. Although usually by the afternoon his happy mood would wear of and he would be stuck doing paperwork, or menial errands or he would sneak away and escort Hannah somewhere. He wanted to make sure she was safe.
Harry wondered how she was doing since the attack. She was so sweet and vibrant and happy, she acted as if nothing had happened. But he found it hard to believe that was true since there were prominent dark circles under her eyes. He had been thinking about it on his way home last night when he was suddenly struck with an idea. His birthday was coming up in nine days, and while it would be nice to have a party, he thought it would be even nicer if it wasn't just for him, but also for Hannah and Katie. Since everyone forgot Katie's birthday and Hannah was having the worst day ever. He had contacted McGonagall and she agreed to let him use the quidditch field at Hogwarts, since it would be a nice festive place to have it and the most secure. She even offered to make her lethal Four House Punch, which he remembered having once last year, and really, after the one drink, he didn't remember much of anything else. So with one beverage off the list he wrote out an owl to all of their friends and waited for responses as he munched on his sandwich, wishing very much that it was one of Hannah's creations.
( Owl to everyone )
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| Everybody's working for the weekend, everybody's goin' off the deepend |
[02 Jul 2009|02:58pm] |
[Ministry, Auror office]
[Late afternoon]
[anyone]
*glares at his substandard coffee* I can't believe I'm being forced to drink that sludge. Oh Sugar n Spice how I miss you. My big cinnamon rolls, the plump blueberry muffins, bursting with filling cheese danishes, light and fluffy coissants, cakes, cookies. *sigh*
*bites into what appears to be a chocolate chip cookie*
*gags*
*chokes*
*spits it out*
And those are not chocolate chips. Bloody hell, is Hagrid doing their catering? Last time I ever go to that food card again.
*sips coffee, makes a face* Liquid shit. Ok, back to my stack of eyewitness reports.
*pulls one off and chuckles* Oh good, it looks like a chupacabra attacked Hannah. Well that makes my life easier. *tosses it aside*
Next.
*grabs a new file*
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| bad boys, bad boys whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when they come for you? |
[22 Jun 2009|01:01am] |
[Auror Dept]
[Night. Late, late night]
[anyone,ATTN: Aurors]
Harry had been awake and working for so many hours straight he lost track. He was pretty sure the last time he slept it was Friday...maybe. Now it was Sunday, although technically Monday for the past hour. He still was a little fuzzy on how it all happened. One minute he was filling out the most boring paperwork and the next minute Robards was having a meeting organizing people for some sort of raid off of a tip they got. Harry had to admit he was skeptical, but damned if that tip didn't pan out. And hugely too. They caught at least six would be Death Eaters, although the estimate was that around eight got away. Although six was pretty damn good, he still couldn't help but feel a bit odd about the tip. He tried to shrug it off but found himself starting a file and shoving it in the bottom of his desk to look at when he didn't have a stack of paperwork taller then him. They still hadn't really figured out what was going on, they knew they were going after something, but when one of the older aurors jumped in too soon, they never found out what it was.
He tried to accio a cup of coffee and it hit him in the middle of his chest. Part of him wanted to cry over the spilled coffee, but when his brain caught up to him and told him it was cold, he decided he would suffer and try to stay awake without caffeine. After all there were Death Eaters to interrogate and he hoped Kingsley would be in a good enough mood to let him try. Or at least do something that involved less writing.
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| I yelled to the cabby yo, home smell you later, looked at my kingdom I was finally there |
[09 May 2009|12:02am] |
[New flat]
[afternoon]
[anyone, ATTN: Friends]
Finding the flat was easy. Talk to landlady, agree to fill her in on gossip and take care of her lawn, get amazing flat in second building she owns. Packing the both flats was easy. Breaking the news to Salt that Pepper was moving away was easy. Maybe not easy, but easier. And the whimpering only went on for ten minutes. Hell even moving was easy. But as Harry stared at all the boxes in his new flat, the one he would be sharing with Ginny, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. He didn't remember owning this much crap. Hell, he didn't remember moving this much crap. Harry was actually beginning to wonder if they had accidentally moved someone elses stuff along with theirs. "No way. Uh huh. Not going to unpack all of this tonight. Even if I do need clean underwear and they are in this pile of boxes." It was then he realized that there was a small bark coming from the large pile of boxes.
"Pepper? Oh no. You didn't. For the love of Merlin, you did." Harry slowly moved boxes aside, careful not to squish his adventurous pup who decided to explore the huge pile of boxes. "I really don't know what I am going to do with you sometimes, other then hug you," he exclaimed as he put Pepper in an x-pen.
"Don't give me those sad eyes, this is for your own good. No exploring time for little puppies until we get this mess cleaned up. We don't want a squished Pepper now do we? All of your toys and your water is in there. Behave yourself. I have to send out some owls. Because I am not unpacking. Not until Ginny makes me."
Harry walked over to the desk near the stairs and wrote a quick note then duplicated it and gave the stack to Hedwig to deliver to all of his friends.
( Friends, Romans, Countrymen )
"Now what shall I do. Unpack or make sandwich? Hmmm. Yes Pepper, I do think you are right. It's sandwich time."
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| Well, who are you? I really wanna know, tell me who are you? Who, who, who, who? |
[30 Apr 2009|12:40am] |
[Ministry]
[late evening]
[anyone, ATTN:Kingsley]
It had been four long days packed with testing evidence, setting it out and trying to find a pattern, looking over Barbara's list and matching anything with who had been inside. She wasn't pleased with the way they had "cleaned" things, but they weren't really sent in to clean. They tried to keep like files together and then shoved them into the cabinets. Harry had wanted to file everything by color just for fun, but he liked Barbara so he didn't want to bring her wrath upon himself.
His report had been an on going project for days and he was pretty sure he had only slept a few hours each night. Harry still had other work to do and considering the magnitude of what happened and who he might have to investigate, he wasn't comfortable working on it in public. Luckily some of the testing took days, even after he put a rush on it, so it gave him more time. He waited until almost everyone was gone for the evening before knocking on Shacklebolt's door. It wasn't unusual for him to stay late, so he was pretty sure no one suspected anything. He just hoped that Shacklebolt opened his door soon.
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| Secret agent man, they're giving you a number and taking away your name |
[25 Apr 2009|08:55am] |
[Records office]
[backdated to yesterday, immediately after Kingsley's post]
[anyone who wants to be reported, ATTN: Ginny]
*walks down to records, can already see pygmy puffs spilling out* *groans*
*two men in bright blue robes poke their heads out*
*shorter hears Harry: Don't worry mate, this is the last of 'em. Lucky you caught this in time, could have been a real mess.*
*tall skinny one chimes in: Yeah, and this seemed to be a real feisty crowd. There are files everywhere. Don't know what you did to get stuck with this mess.
*just stares at all the damn bloody pygmy puffs that are being removed* Got caught taking a long lunch.
*short one laughs: And you got sent to deal with this? Your boss must be a real arse.*
I spent it in the supply closet with my girlfriend.
*tall one howls with laughter: Cheers mate!*
*watches as they bag up the pygmy puffs, makes mental note to buy George a beer, cause damn that's impressive*
*sends out patronus* Gin you and I have a uh job, come down to the records room eh?
*walks into the room, stares at all the files on the floor, hanging from the ceiling and a mysterious smelly substance in the corner*
*an entire stack of files falls over onto Harry's head*
*whimpers* Bloody fucking hell, we're going to be down here for years.
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| I can be your hero baby, I can take away your pain, I will stand by you forever |
[07 Apr 2009|10:04pm] |
[Flat roof]
[evening]
[Ginny]
*sets up a table on the roof of his flat wearing a tuxedo*
I've got wine, steak, vegetables and ricotta cheesecake. Strawberries, I almost forgot! And the whipped cream. *accio's whipped cream and strawberries* Put on some music and light the candles and I think I'm ready.
*takes a deep breath, sits down and puts his head between his legs* I can't believe I'm so nervous.
Well I better get this going. *hands letter to Hedwig, who flies off* *waits*
( Ginny )
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| We won't need them where we're goin', we're goin' where the wind is blowin' |
[05 Mar 2009|09:06am] |
[Dog park in London]
[morning]
[anyone]
*walking Salt and Pepper down the street*
Isn't this great guys? I can't even remember the last time I had a day off. One of the main Dea...*looks around at the muggles* DE's was caught, there hasn't been any other problems. I mean sure they are probably just biding their time, but I am choosing to be positive that we cut off the head off of the organization. Things with Ginny seem great. But even better, I have the day off! So, we will go to the dog park and then what do you say that we share some hot dogs. Or maybe hamburgers. Or both?
*walks a few blocks, letting the pups mark trees and sniff along the way*
*crosses street into dog park*
Now you know I can't let you off the leash but we will sit here on the bench and you two play nice. *sets bag of toys and treats down* Ok you two, let's enjoy the outside.
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| Without a noise, without my pride, I reach out from the inside, in your eyes |
[03 Feb 2009|06:44pm] |
[George's Flat]
[backdated to 12:01 on the 2nd]
[Anyone in George's flat, ATTN: Ginny]
*walks into Diagon Alley, reaches George's building*
*figures out which window is Ginny's, looks for a rock to throw at the window*
Shit. No. If I throw a rock I bet one of them will accidentally hex or kill me. Think Potter, think. Why didn't I bring a radio, that would be perfect. OH. I'm a bloody idiot. I'm a wizard.
Expecto Patronum!
*Stag gallops into Ginny's room* Oy, Ginny, I'm outside, let me in.
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| There's a message in the wire, and I'm sending you this signal tonight |
[06 Jan 2009|08:52am] |
[flat]
[night]
[anyone]
Harry walked into his flat for the first time in four days, completely exhausted. They finally forced him, under threat of hexes, to go home and get some sleep in his own bed. He knew sleep would be impossible, except for a quick nap at his desk, he hadn't had more then an hour or two of sleep at a time. It had been tempting to stop off at Mungo's to get something to sleep, he knew they were right, he would be useless without sleep, but he never made it. Instead he stopped off at Hannah's where she stuffed him full of food while he played with his puppies, before heading home. And now that he was standing in his flat he realized he should have brought the puppies with him. It was too quiet and it felt horribly empty. Everything was just as it was that morning, right down to Cho's mug on the table. Harry fought back tears and dragged himself to his bedroom. He changed into his pajamas and thought about trying to sleep, but instead grabbed his framed pictures of Ginny and Cho that usually lived on his dresser and his blanket and made his way to the living room.
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| Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree |
[26 Dec 2008|07:33pm] |
[Christmas Morning]
[n/a]
[Alicia, Cappy, Cho, Tonks, Proudfoot, Ginny, Gerge, Kingsley, Proudfoot, Hermione]
*owls fly out to...*
Alicia
Cappy
Wood
George: A box of muggle pranks
Hermione: and a gift certificate to Florish and Blotts
Tonks: various knee pads, elbow pads, butt and hip pads, helmets
Cho
Proudfoot
Kingsley
Ginny
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| They come runnin just as fast as they can, cause every girls crazy bout a sharp dressed man |
[05 Dec 2008|08:27pm] |
[Diagon Alley]
[evening]
[anyone]
Harry walked into Diagon Alley feeling a little vulnerable. He didn't realize how safe the little pieces of glass made him feel. It was odd to not feel the weight on the bridge of his nose or having to constantly push his glasses up. He told himself that he would never get contacts, that his glasses were part of him. But after being broken at least five times a day during auror training, episkey was taking it's toll and it was getting harder to keep them together. And wearing glasses in a fight put him at a huge disadvantage. Knock them off and he was essentially blind. So it was time to get contacts. It had taken them a week to come in, and it was his first outing with them. He laughed, wondering if it was like Clark Kent and maybe without his glasses no one would recognize him.
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| Too see her in that negligee, is really just too much |
[18 Nov 2008|09:53pm] |
[Diagon Alley]
[midday]
[anyone]
*stares into the window of the lingerie shop* But I don't get it what are those little dangling hooky things for? And why are there so many different kinds of knickers. Why would you want that little string thing up...there?! I don't understand women. *continues to stare, starts getting strange looks from the people inside* And why is it all lacy, wouldn't that get itchy?
*sigh* I don't get women. From another planet I swear.
*continues to stare inside*
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| I think of you and lick my lips,you've got the taste I can't resist, let's eat to the beat! |
[07 Nov 2008|02:44pm] |
[Diagon Alley]
[lunchtime, yum yum]
[anyone]
Harry walked out of the Ministry, practically running. It had been a really long week. He had dressed like a transvestite, gotten into a fight with his ex and almost girlfriend, had his arms around his ex, got set on fire by his almost girlfriend, received bitchy letters from Parkinson and barely slept. Which had nothing to do with his personal problems everything to do with the fact that Pepper had taken to sitting on his head and licking his face while he slept. Or that Salt liked to sit on his pillow and stare at him at two in the morning until he woke up and then he would run off and go sleep with Cho. Harry sometimes wondered if they were really dogs or some rare mischief causing creature.
He sighed and looked around at all the different places to eat, it almost seemed like there were too many choices. Did he want Greek, Italian or burgers? Sandwiches from Sugar n Spice that would inevitably lead to some huge coma inducing piece of cake. Or should he just go get a big bowl of ice cream. It took him a few moments to realize that he was standing in the middle of Diagon, spinning in circles looking at all of his choices.
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| I've got so much left to say, if every simple song I wrote to you would take your breath away |
[20 Oct 2008|09:57pm] |
[Greek restaurant in Diagon Alley]
[evening]
[anyone, Attn Ginny]
*sits at the table on the patio waiting*
Can you bring wine, which ever you recommend and when my date comes can you bring the flaming cheese and stuffed grape leaves? Thanks.
*waitress walks back to kitchen*
For the love of Merlin and all his little pink ponies, I can't believe I'm this nervous. We've been on dates before, it's not like this is the first one, but bloody hell. My palms are practically dripping sweat.
*moves bouquet and box of chocolates for the fifth time*
Maybe the chocolates are trying to hard. No, no, I think she deserves them. *checks watch for the twentieth time* I hope she isn't going to stand up.
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| Me and you setting in a honeymoon, if I woke up next to you |
[06 Oct 2008|10:16pm] |
[Private room in the Leaky Cauldron]
[Angelina and Wood]
[timewarped to Thursday evening]
It took some work, but Harry was able to pull something together very quickly for Cappy and Wood. He talked to Tom at the Leaky Cauldron and was able to arrange a private room for them in a quiet part of the pub. Tom agreed to cook the meal and let Hannah serve the dessert. He spent all day decorating the room and as he looked around he he was sure that the room was perfect. Tom came in and set the main course in the middle of the table. Harry was tempted to try some, but fought against it. He moved Hannah's cake to a nearby table and moved the bucket with the champagne next to the table. The room didn't exactly scream engagement, but he hoped that it would get the idea across. Before he left he sent out two owls, one for Cappy and the other for Wood inviting them to dinner and left specific instructions for TOm to owl him should they get engaged.
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| One, two, princes kneel before you, princes, princes who adore you |
[03 Oct 2008|03:59pm] |
[Italian restaurant in London]
[Evening]
[anyone, Attn: Daphne]
Harry paced outside the restaurant. He still wasn't sure what he was going to do. If it was even right to choose someone or if he should just end it with both girls and take time to figure things out. He didn't want to leave Daphne, he loved her, there was no doubt about that. But Ginny...she felt like his missing piece. This wasn't fair to anyone and he knew he was being selfish. But he promised her that he would be normal tonight, so he sat on the bench outside and tried not to look the way he felt.
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| You had a bad day, you're taking one down |
[15 Sep 2008|04:59pm] |
[flat]
[morning]
[anyone, ATTN Daphne]
*owls letter to Daphne*
Daphne,
Please come to my flat as soon as possible. And don't read the Prophet until I can talk to you. And don't let Audrey read it either. I'll explain everything, just please come talk to me. Please.
Love,
Harry
*paces*
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