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First Lines [Oct. 10th, 2004|07:47 pm]
HP First and Last Line Drabbles

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I haven't written that many fics, but here are my first lines. Hopefully more people will join this community! Great idea.

"Why did it have to be poetry?"

"'God knows he should at least take a shower once in a while.'"

"'I'm the seeker and you're the snitch, I'm the seeker and you're the snitch,' Ginny murmured continuously to the golden ball squirming around in her hands."

"The young person sat up in her bed, sweating incessantly from the unbearable hert of the agonizing summer months."

"As the son set that day, there was more than a meal and a friendly chat going on in the unique village's midst."

"'It's time to go to bed, Harry,' the small boy's mother said as she set her two-month old child into his toasty warm crib."

"She felt aggravation."
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[User Picture]From: twilight_nyx
2004-10-16 10:02 am (UTC)
Based on the second to last first line...

Title: Best Thing Since Crmuple-Horned Snorkacks
Rating: PG
Pairing: Harry/Luna
Warnings: Charcter Death previous to story
Word Count: 242
First Line: "It's time to go to bed, Harry," the small boy's mother said as she set her two-month old child into his toasty
warm crib. -- by penelopeblack

"It's time to go to bed, Harry," the small boy's mother said as she set her two-month old child into his toasty warm crib. She tucked him in and magicked a bottle, smiling. "Luna?"

"He's the best thing since we found the Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, isn't he?" she said, adoringly, gazing at her sleeping son.

"Of course." Her father hardly had the heart to tell her that they were simply small spirits in costume that Harry had hired just for her. He had finally died just a month ago, having his magic slowly but surely drained out of him, killing him slowly. It was what he got for murdering Voldemort a couple of years previously. No one knew why it was happening; all the doctors knew was that there was no cure.

They'd both known what was to happen, but chose to be together all the same. They'd gotten married and had Harry Jr., and then he passed on. Luna had said something then about how she knew she'd see him again one day then, and had been off to let his friends and relatives know.

Mr. Lovegood looked at his daughter and his grandson with pride. Luna kissed Baby Harry and walked towards him, leaning against the doorframe. "He'll be great, you know. Goodnight."

And with that, she padded off to the bathroom to brush her teeth, leaving him standing there. "Yes, just like his father," he whispered, clicking off the light.

FIN
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[User Picture]From: penelopeblack
2004-10-17 02:48 pm (UTC)
Oh, how sweet. Nice job! I don't read Harry/Luna very often, but I'm definitely not opposed to it. Thanks so much for replying!
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[User Picture]From: twilight_nyx
2004-10-23 10:19 am (UTC)
Thanks! =)
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[User Picture]From: carmelised
2004-12-24 07:37 am (UTC)

'She felt aggravation', Hermione/Pansy, PG

She felt aggravation. It throbbed incessantly between her brows and she tried to use her thumbs to still the movement, with little success. It stubbornly continued to pulse, resisting the command of her fingers.

She threw down her quill and ran her ink-stained fingers through her already messy hair, pulling off the hair tie and quickly re-tying her hair in a less-than-neat ponytail. It didn’t feel right, having her hair bunched up like that, and she pulled it off again, wincing as a few strands decided that they had had enough of the rough treatment and detached themselves from her head.

If only she had smooth black hair like Pansy’s, she thought, instead of this sorry excuse. And as if on cue, an image of Pansy, with her hair flying out behind her as she raced to be on time for Potions, flashed across her mind. Another of ferret-faced Malfoy, stroking that hair, and Pansy turning away. She flushed. From the afternoon heat, her mind guiltily insisted.

“Excuse me, are you still using this table?”

(daydream EXIT stage right)

Speak of the devil.

Pansy hovered, larger than life, next to her table, and sneered as she tripped over her feet in her hurry to get away.

The library was empty and there were plenty of tables from which to choose from, but Hermione bit down the retort that threatened to bubble from her throat and concentrated on putting her feet in the right positions leftrightleftright. The door wasn’t that far way, for god’s sake.

Pansy slid into her still warm seat; the sudden action bumped their bodies together and Hermione felt a jolt that surely couldn’t have been from the impact alone.

And oh gods, her eye had started twitching.
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