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Angelfaced Chaos. 100 for the Baby Hogwartians from Effy - Sa13+ Ah, Drabbles are SO addictive :loved: Here are 100 Drabbles, depicting the inhabitants of Hogwarts during their baby years XD Stuff That Needs Doing #98 Pyjamas. “Come here, Freddie!!” Called a four year old George, backing his twin brother into a corner. It was bedtime, but somebody didn’t feel like sleeping. Fred shook his head. “Go away.” George lunged at Fred. There was a tussle, which several shouts, bangs and crashes issued from within. “What is going on!!” The door banged open, a furious looking Mrs Weasley stood at the door, hands on hips. “George, where’s Fred?” George gave a shy little chuckle and stepped aside. Fred emerged, pyjama bottoms pulled over his head in a super wedgie! Fred limped forward, and crashed into the wardrobe. |
#24 House elf “Ugh, Draco! Get away from that thing!” At the Malfoy Manner, Lucius was casting a disapproving eye over his son, a one year old Draco, who was sitting on the gleaming kitchen floor, a blanket clutched in one chubby hand. The other arm was wrapped tightly around the body of Dobby the House elf. Draco snuggled closer, hugging with all his might, until a disgusted Lucius pulled him away. Draco held out a podgy hand and clutched in mid air at the elf. “Dobsieeee!!” He called, and the elf looked solemnly back. A single tear fell down Draco's podgy cheek. |
#53 Chase A loud giggle, like that of a pig being tickled, rang throughout the Potter’s household; where a three year old James ran around the bedroom, fathers invisibility cloak above his head like a cape. Dodging his father’s outstretched arms, who was in hot pursuit, he ran towards the mirror. Throwing the cloak over his head, he gave a small giggle. Hidiiiing. ...James didn’t know what the cloak did. Yet. Mr Potter smirked and pointed at the mirror. James swivelled, and choked mid-chuckle. He saw daddy…but no James!! He gulped. “Agggghhhhhh!!!” he yelled, running at his father. “Daddieeeeeee!!! Heeeelpp!!” Evil cloak. |
#45 Torch Clickey Clickey On. Off. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” A three year old Arthur Weasley let out a squeal of absolute joy. His chubby wrists held an old muggle torch that he had found, discarded, in the garden. He flicked it on and off, revelling in the joy of it and finding it quite hilarious. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. A questionable look came into his big eyes. Slowly, he lifted the torch up to his eye, the better for seeing inside! He turned it on. Bad idea. Better idea!!...... ....Arthur put the torch in his mouth and continued to chew. |
#73 Warn An incredibly bulky five year old boy sat picking his nose on the couch. He looked as though he was having a good time, however his mother turned her nose up at him. “Stop that, Vincent.” She said. “It’s disgusting!” The baby Crabbe ignored her, and carried on picking away, a look of great determination in his eyes. “Vincent!” His mother yelled. Crabbe looked up, mid-pick. “It’ll bleed,” she warned him. Crabbe shrugged his shoulders and continued. Minutes later there was a cry from the living room. A heavy stream of blood poured from the child’s nose. “I warned you.” |
#71 Untie Mrs Lupin heaved a heavy, frustrated sigh and glared down at her six year old son, Remus. For the past half an hour, she had been attempting to tie his shoelace. And every time she got it done, he had untied it. This proved incredibly frustrating. “One more time,” she said, proceeding to tie up the laces of his tiny shoes. This time, she was relieved and rather surprised when she looked down and both were tied. “There we go Remus, that wasn’t so-“ He untied them. “REMUS!!” “Teeeheehee.” He grinned up at her with big eyes. Her heart softened. |
#1 Herbology. Plump and pink cheeked, a four year old Pomona Sprout sat in the garden while her parents set up picnic things a little way off. She waddled off. On her way, a vine slowly crept and wound its way around her ankle. She looked down at it sternly, brows furrowed. “Noo.” She told it. But it persisted. She smacked it. “Noo!” She repeated sternly. She slapped it again. “Cheeky monkey.” The vine loosened its grip. She unknotted herself calmly, sat down and began to stroke it. “Naiiiice plant.” Proving Pomona Sprout was always destined to be a Professor of Herbology. |
#55 Egg On “I don’t wanna!!” Cried Ron, small, red headed and six years old. “Do it.” Fred and George held up a small struggling gnome. They had somehow managed to put lipstick on it, and an excessive amount of eyeliner. “I don’t wanna!” “Ron, kiss the gnome.” Said Fred, egging his brother on with a demonic look in his eye. “But it’s soooo grosss!” “Ronnikins,” said George, “do you really think any witch will want to kiss you if you have'nt had practise? Kiss the gnome.” “Maybe I don’t wanna kiss a witch?!” “It’s the gnome, or Percy.” Reluctantly, Ron puckered up. |
#87 Plaid It was quite clear, to anyone, that Plaid did not look good on ANYONE. So why Kendra Dumbledore had decided it was high time that baby Albus had a new plaid jumpsuit, nobody knew. Albus sat in his crib, pulling at the jumpsuit. He didn’t like the pattern, it made his eyes go fuzzy. He sat up, tugging at one of the buttons. He used his hands, his teeth; even his feet at one point. But it refused to come loose. One last tug of almighty strength- He tugged too hard. The button flew off, and baby Albus toppled backwards. |
Banner by Dee ♥ Tangy (Challenge). #79 Tangy Arthur and Molly Weasley cooed over the crib of their baby son, Percy. The couple were growing impatient for the baby’s first words to arrive. “Say “dada!”” Encouraged Arthur Weasley, beaming down into the cot. “Go on, Son. Say “dada.” “Dada!”” Molly leant even closer. “Say “Mama!”” she smiled. “”Mama!”” The baby blinked up at them, confused. “One last try.” Arthur told Molly, as frustration crossed her features. “Say “dada!” You can do it son! Go on! Say “dada!”” They baby opened its mouth to speak. Molly and Arthur looked up expectantly. “Tangy.” Not quiet what they were looking for. |
#95 Snowball “Lucius! Lucius – no, no – Lucius, DON’T EAT THE SNOW!” A frustrated Mrs Malfoy was wrestling a handful of snow out of the toddlers hand, the handful of which had been dangerously close to the infants mouth. Lucius stopped and grinned up at her, and she relaxed her grip on him. But the moment she did, he made another desperate bid to get the snow into his mouth. “LUCIUS, NO!!” Mrs Malfoy yelled. “I told you, you don’t eat the sn- OW!!” For the baby Lucius had chucked badly made snowball right her mouth. Mrs Malfoy looked momentarily shocked. Lucius giggled. |
#15 Room “Dean, come out of the airing cupboard.” “No!” Dean slammed the door and held the handle tight. He was seven years old, and had decided that his new hidey hole was the airing cupboard. It was warm and cosy. “Dean!” said his father. “You cant stay in there!” “Why not?” shouted Dean through the door. “It’s tiny! There isn’t room to swing a cat in there!” “Don’t care,” replied Dean, stubbornly. “Its warm.” “Well,” his father said, slowly. “You DO know that your mother keeps her underwear in there, don’t you?” Fair to say, Dean was out like a shot. |
#72 Vex Mrs Lestrange had come to realise that having a ten year old daughter could be incredibly vexing. It came of that funny age, with Bellatrix thinking she was now an adult now that she had reached double digits. She wasn’t. “Bella,” she said sternly, “take those off.” She cast a disapproving eye at her daughter, who was wearing her mothers black, highest stilettos. Bellatrix refused. “They suit meee,” she whined, and proceeded to clatter around the kitchen in them. Up and down, Clitter clatter, until- SMASH!! Bellatrix lay in a crumpled pile on the floor. “Take them off.” “Ok, mummy.” |
#3 Transfiguration. Shuffle shuffle shuffle….FALL. Pick self up…shuffle….trip…FALL. Neville was learning to walk. A huge feet, for someone as clumsy as himself. Neville’s grandmother tutted at him. “Cant even walk!” she said. “Keep this up, boy, and I’ll have to transfigure you into a Zimmer frame. At least that was you’ll be able to stay upright.” But this just made him ever more determined. “What are you doing!?” cried his grandmother as Neville stood up once again, and grabbed at her pearl necklace to steady himself. Solid as a hefty rock! Neville ignored to gurgling noises of strangulation coming from his grandmother. |
Banner By Redifer ♥ Second Person Challenge #64 Nap Ah. Now that the first lump of soggy, slightly cold mashed potato has hit you in the side of your face, you’re guessing it’s time that Lee went to bed. You roll your eyes and go to pick him up. He looks up at you with big baby eyes, and you feel your heart soften. You hate it when he does that. You carry him to bed. He is being strangely obedient. You take advantage. “Night night little lee,” you murmur to the three year old. That’s when the second congealed lump of potato hit you square in the eye. |
#18 Whomping Willow. Lavender stuck her nose up at the new toy. Why would anyone, especially a girl, want a miniature moving Whomping willow? Why??!! She held it in her hand, balanced atop her palm, and watched the branches sway this way and that. She raised her eyebrows at it. A strand of long hair fell forwards and was immediately caught up in the swaying branches. Lavender gave a small cry, but the hair became more entangled, winding around the branches and drawing her head towards the willow. “AGHHHHH!!” Cried the six year old, and began tugging frantically at the ever shortening strand. |
#2 Muggle Studies Narcissa’s podgy little nose was squished up against the smooth glass window of the house that looked out onto a Muggle Street. She hated staying here, it stank of commonness and equality. She hated it, she was just too young to know that she hated it. Two podgy hands accompanied the nose squished against the window. Beyond the glass, a boy played. Narcissa frowned at him. He was a muggle. And he was sitting on a large orange ball with funny ears, and kind of hopping around on it. She watched him studiously. Well that was strange. But…oddly…she wanted one. |
#11 History of Magic Charlie was in his second year of Hogwarts, and this had come with a great sense of importance over his younger siblings. He was sat, brows furrowed, over a piece of History of Magic homework when his little sister bounded up to him. She was pig-tail bound and gappy-toothed, and VERY annoying. “Whatchoooo dooooooing?” She asked, head cocked to one side. “Homework,” he grunted. “Why?” “It’s for school.” “Why?” “So I can learn.” “Why?” “So I can get a good job.” “Why?” “GINNY!! SHUT UP!!” Ginny’s lip wobbled, and she shrank back away from her brother. Good. Until – “Why?” “GINNY!!” |
#60 Joke Sneaky Sneakkk. Ten year old Sirius crept through the bedroom of Regulus Black, heavy dung bomb clutched tightly in his little hand. He held back a snigger. Shifty eyes, shifty eyes. He held out his hand, looked about him, and was just about to drop it when – “OI!!” Sirius spun round. Regulus stood at his bedroom door, his face shocked and menacing. Sirius gave him a guilty smile. “Don’t you dare!” Roared Regulus. Again, Sirius smiled. “Just my little joke, bro.” He winked, one hand poised dangerously above the bomb. Regulus’ eyes widened in fear. “No!” “Teehee!!” BANG!! “EWWWWWW!!” RUNNNNNNNN!! |
#19 Wand Jab Jabby Jabby Jab Jab Jab!!! “Teddy!! Give that to me. Now!” “Teeheheheee!!” Teddy the toddler gave Harry a mischievous grin, before turning and continuing to jab the cat some more, which had, until recently, been snoozing soundly on the rug in the living room. At each jab, a spark emitted from the end of the wand, causing the cat to spit and hiss angrily at Teddy. This made him chuckle. A lot. “Teddy, please,” Harry pleaded, approaching carefully. He did not for ONE second delude himself that Teddy wasn’t dangerous when armed with that thing. BANG “Ow!! MY EYE!!” |
#38 Patronus Ginny sat with little James on her lap, while Harry and Ron sat on the other side of the room. Ginny was telling James about how cooool his daddy was. “Wassa Patronus??” James enquired. “It’s very clever magic,” explained Ginny. James blew a huge raspberry. “I can do magic.” He said. James struggled free from Ginny and crawled over to where Ron Sat, before giving his a hefty kick in the shins. Ron leaped up, blood rushing to his face, and let out a sting of obscenities. James Giggled. “See!” he said, giggling. “I turn uncle Ron face red! Aha!” |
#32 Common Room It was just before bedtime, and Mrs Umbridge was in the process of putting her daughter to bed. Little Jane was ten years old, and as such was excited about starting her first year at Hogwarts. Her mother had encouraged this enthusiasm by telling her about what Hogwarts life was like. “And after you’ve been sorted,” her mother said whilst Jane snuggled into bed, “you’ll share a common room with your house.” To her surprise, Jane frowned. “A common room?” she repeated, looking disgusted. “Like a dirty hovel where all the common people live? Oh no, I don’t fancy that.” |
#49 Yule Ball As most little girls do, Cho Chang had a dream of being a princess. She would live in a castle, she would have lots of lovely, fluffy and frilly pink dresses, and she would dance at Balls every night. And at these balls there would be a prince, who would gaze upon her and wish to take her hand. She would dance with him, and he would smile lovingly and give her gifts. He would be ever so handsome, popular, an amazing wizard. She just never imagined that that particular prince would be killed, just days after they found happiness. |
#59 Ignore “Come on, Lily. Time for bed.” But the three year old carried on doodling with the pink crayon that was clasped firmly in her little hand. “Lily!” her mother said, louder this time. “Bed time. Now.” But the words appeared lost on Lily. She continued to draw, humming a little tune to herself merrily as she did so. Mrs Evans rolled her eyes, put her hands on her hips and stood over Lily with her sternest face securely in place. “Young lady, don’t ignore me, or there will be trouble. I said it was time for bed.” “Cant hear youuuuuuuuuuuuu.” |
#22 Kneazle “ACHOOOOOOO!” Hermione was surprised that such a tiny baby could sneeze THAT loudly. What shocked her more so, however, was the distance that baby Hugo shot backwards with the force of this sneeze. He was sitting playing with some blocks by the fireplace, shot backwards, the force of his sneeze carrying him, and was now at the back of the room by Ron’s legs, where the latter sat. “ I think Hugo is allergic to Crookshanks, Ron.” Ron grunted. “Stupid Kneazle. I vote we feed him to Buckbeak.” Hugo clapped and gave a small giggle. Hermione, however, was not impressed. |
#48 Leprechaun Now, it is fair to say that Filius Flitwick is rather on the, er, shall we say short side? Which is no bad thing whatsoever. But as small as he is in his adult life, it is very hard to imagine how teeny tiny he was in his younger years. Especially as a toddler. But he never noticed anything was wrong. That was, of course, until the other children in the village decided that it would be funny to hold him down, paint him green, and tell everyone he was a leprechaun. But never mind. Actually, he quite liked it. |
#42 Portraits. Minerva cowered at the bottom of the staircase, thumb in mouth. She was too scared to go up the stairs. They were lined, all the way up, with dozens of portraits. Old men with beards, old ladies with –admittedly- beards also. They watched her, and she DID NOT LIKE IT. It was creepy. So every time she had to go up to bed, she would cower at the bottom for a few moments, suck her thumb and whirl up the courage. When it came, she closed her eyes tight and RUUUUNN as fast as she could up the stairs. Eeeeeeeeek!!! |
#39 Duel Katie Bell, nappy clad and thumb in mouth, waddled up to her mother. She was at the stage of learning language, and had not quite mastered all of the dynamics of it yet. She tugged on the hem of her mothers robes. “Mummyyyy,” she said, he eyes shining. “Mummy, I want a duel!” Mrs Bell looked at her daughter. “Er, pardon?” “I want duel! Gimme a biiiig duel! Now pwease.” Now this was odd. “Whatever for?” asked her mother “’Cos it’s shiny and pretttyyyyy!” Confusion crossed her face, followed by understanding. “Oh!” she said. “You mean a jewel!” “Yes pwease.” |
#75 Yodel Peter shut a hand over his mouth quickly, teeny eyes bulging. He had been experimenting with noises, gurgling and so on, when the most particular noise had come from him. Peter didn’t know it yet, but it was what he would later learn to refer to as a “yodel.”And it intrigued him. Slowly, he uncovered his mouth, blinked, and did it again. The sound was amazingly awesome! “TEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEE!!!” The laugh sounded like a pig being tickled. He yodelled again. And again. AND AGAIN! He liked to Yodel. A LOT. But how was he doing it? It had to be magic. |
#30 Feast Some people liked sugary foods, others liked pastries. Some liked to see a mountainous pile of cakes and tarts and sweets and chocolates. Some liked to fill their tummies, and sit finishing off the last Chocolate Cauldron whist balancing the box on their belly. And then they liked to wash it down with fizzy drinks, with milk, squash or cordial. But Severus Snape, when he was a baby, like nothing more than to suck away on his chubby thumb, until his teeth grew outwards and his cheeks hollowed. It was comfortable, and it was nice. Far better than a feast. |
#51 Act “Pansy, you are acting like a spoilt brat!!” “But I WANT it, mummy!!” The little, black-bobbed girl looked daggers at her mother. She was GOING to get that fluffy toy in the shop window if it killed her. “Maybe we should get it for her,” said Pansy’s father, dubiously. “She’s only ickle, after all.” Pansy fluttered her eyelashes at her father. “Yes,” she said. “I’m only ickle.” Pout pout. If the pouting and the big eyes didn’t get her the toy, then she didn’t know WHAT would work. “No.” Said mummy. Pansy sighed. She would have to resort to screaming. |
#96 Socks Denis Creevy spent a long time getting ready in the morning. He made sure his clothes were wrinkle free, and his shorts were creased in all the right places. Many people thought that this was odd behaviour for a boy of so few years, but it was just how he had been brought up. The thing he spent the longest amount of time on, however, were his socks. Each morning before school he would don his socks, and pull them up as far as they would go before putting on his shoes. He was the perfect little prince, he was. |
#91 Future Now, there was, of course, no proof of this whatsoever, as little Sybille Trelawney was too young to really know what it was all about yet, but she was pretty sure that she could see the future. Why? Well, several instances pointed this way. For example, she could tell when other children were about to cry. She just knew it. (The fact that they all had quivering lips and watery eyes was something that she liked to ignore, preferring to jump to the conclusion that she JUST KNEW.) She was, she thought, really quite clever. A genius, in fact. Duh. |
#77 Cheerful “You look cheerful today, Tom.” One of the chubby workers looked down at Tom Riddle the toddler, motherly smile on her face. He wished she’d stop. She was all wrinkly. And old. That was just gross. Tom nodded, but said nothing. In truth, he was strangely cheerful. He was too young, of course, to be properly in touch with his emotions, but something about tripping the little boy that poked his tongue out at Tom at breakfast, so hard that he had taken a nasty fall and nearly gone down the stairs, gave Tom a warm, comfortable, fuzzy feeling inside. |
#5 Astronomy Pavati, from a young age, had been interested in all things shiny. She collected shiny things, earrings and that sort of thing - which led to her mother eventually having to fix a lock onto her jewellery box. She also came up with another thing to ensure her jewellery remained safely out of the way of one half of her twins. She bought Pavati her very own necklace, which was silver with one little silver shiny star hanging from it; a star like that of which Pavati would one day learn about in Astronomy. It was her precious; her shiny. |
#69 Slap Something was confusing Gregory Goyle. He sat in his little bed, sucking a dummy and looking confusedly at his thigh. He had just hit it accidently, and now there was a red mark there! OH MY GOD HE WAS GOING TO DIE!! His big eyes bulged, but so far he was fine. Well that was strange. He raised a tentative hand, and slapped it back down on his chubby flesh again. The red mark deepened. Goyle grunted, and did it again. That was when the pain set in. The dummy fell from Goyle’s mouth as he le out a cry. |
#44 Ford Anglia Colin Creevy bent so far backwards that he was in dire danger of toppling over backwards. Be this as it may, however, he could not bring himself to stop staring at the little blue speck moving through the otherwise cloudy sky. He was sure it wasn’t supposed to be there. If he squinted, and tilted his head slightly to the left, he could just about make out its shape. Was that – Yes, yes it was! It was a car! How did it get up there?! Colin wasn’t sure, but one thing was certain; he was SO having one of those! |
#27 Owl “But Daddyyyyyyy,” moaned Lily Potter, “I WANT one!” “Lily,” said Harry, “you can’t have an owl just yet. You can have one when you go to Hogwarts. You’ll actually use it then.” She pouted.. Harry hated it when she did that. Her lip trembled. He hated that even more. “But I want one now,” she said in a little voice. Harry thought quick. He sat his little girl on his lap. “I once met an owl when I was younger. I bit me real bad. I had scars for ages.” Lily stopped pouting. “I don’t want an owl,” she said. |
#14 Hogwarts Marcus Flint wasn’t like most kids that get their Hogwarts letters through the post. He wasn’t excited, he didn’t care about learning magic stuff. He just couldn’t be bothered. He wanted to lie on the couch at home, eating crisps and drinking Cola, fanks very much. Well, that was until his mother had (quite literally) dragged him to Diagon Alley, and he set eyes on a broom. Now that he could handle. Plus, he was pretty sure he would be able, with some practise perhaps, to hold onto a broom whist shoving crisps into his mouth with the other hand. |
#64 Nap Dedalus Diggle was a peculiar child. This didn’t worry his parents though, they encouraged any abnormal behaviour as they thought it helped to release ones true self later on in life. What made him stand out from the other children was when it came down to nap time. Other children (his parents knew, because they had seen it in friends children) lay down snuggled under blankies, sucking a thumb and perhaps dribbling every now and then. Some even snored, but that was as far as it went. Not Dedalus though. He lay on his back and sucked his big toe. |
#67 Quell Nothing could quell one of Rose Weasley’s tantrums once she got going. When this occurred Ron would make himself scarce, and mutter something to Hermione about needing to go and do “work stuff.” Hermione thought it rather peculiar that all of this “work stuff” seemed to involve being at the Potters. She was NOT happy that she was left soothing the red faced, tear-stained child whilst Ron was off enjoying himself. “Rose, “ she pleaded desperately one evening, “if you’re quiet, when Daddy gets home he’ll let you do his hair! In ribbons and everything!” Rose stopped crying at once. |
#84 Angry Padma Patil, it was fair to say, had an angry streak in her early years. Her parents speculated that this had spurred from having to share everything with a twin sister. What they were most shocked of were the names that their daughter came out with whenever she got in a row with her sister. She currently favoured “poop head,” but this was second only to “stinky,” and “bum face.” So one day they sat her down and gave her a good talking too. Very stern they were. The hand print on her bottom, she fears, will always be there. |
#35 Pureblood “I still don’t get it.” The ten year old Dora Tonks had been questioning her father all day on the subject of being a pureblood. “So does it mean that we taste better?” Ted Tonks furrowed his brows. “What? Wait – No!” Tonks frowned. She was finding this all a bit confusing, to be honest. She picked a spot on her chin, and readdressed her father. “But what about vampires? If they eat us, we must taste better right? If they eat half bloods, they’re only getting half the blood, so they must still be hungry! I don’t wanna be eaten!!” |
#82 Careful “Molly dear, be careful with those. They’re mummy’s best earrings.” She said it in a kind manner, the only hint of apprehension showing towards the end of the sentence. Molly waddled forwards, hands full of shiny gems and jewels. The toddler stopped just short of her mother, gave her a slightly scary (and not altogether particularly reassuring) smile and said, “I keep them safe for mummy.” Her mother smiled. “That’s very nice dear, its just they were very – “ She stopped, watching in horror as her daughter shoved the bundle of jewels in her nappy. “Niiice and safe,” she said. |
#65 Ooze It worried the Johnsons slighly that their four year old daughter who, being a girl, was supposed to like pink and fluffy things, seemed to have such an unhealthy obsession with snot. Instead of crying and shying away from it, gagging and screaming whenever she saw the green slimy stuff oozing away, Angelina would giggle, clap her hands together and, if her parents didn’t stop her first, try to reach out and touch it. Because of this, they kept a constant watch on her, especially when she got a cold. That was always a dangerous time. It was just GROSS. |
#36 Muggle Oliver Wood lay in his cot, fast asleep and breathing heavily. Above him hung an old, wooden muggle-style mobile, which flashed images of trains, footballs and stars at him. It whizzed away in the night-time, its gentle buzzing soothing his sleep and mixing with the sound of his breath. Olive turned over in his sleep, and suck a podgy little pink thumb in his mouth, where he continued to suck contently. He was dreaming. Not of anything in particular, but of bright colours, speeding winds, and flashes of gold. As he slept, the mobile continued to whirl soothingly above him. |
#17 Cauldron “James! Take that off of your head, you silly ninny!” Said Ginny, staring at her son, who was sitting in the centre of the kitchen with an upturned coulren on his head. James Potter giggled, his voice echoing from within the pot. “Hahaha, silly ninny,” he repeated. “Silly ninny. Silly Ginny!! HAHAHAHAHA!” Ginny rolled her eyes and gave Harry a warning look, but Harry couldn’t help joining in with the laughter of his son. “What’s the cauldron for?”Harry asked James, crouching to his son’s level, brows pulled tightly together. “Protect me from spiders” “Who told you that?” “Uncle Won” “Ahh.” |
#40 Spell It was fair to say that Marcus Belby, although young, had trouble with his spelling. And whenever he tried to learn, he got impatient, and half the time he ended up grabbing the paper he was writing on and tearing it in two. Then he would sit in a stubborn stupor for the remaining day. So if he didn’t like it, why was he doing it? He resolved, therefore, that in the future he would hire a scribe, who would stay with him at all times and do his spelling for him. His parents didn’t seem enthusiastic about this idea. |
#29 Pensieve “Honestly child, you are SO forgetful! You ought to have a Pensieve! The you would be able to remember things. Like the fact that I only have five sugars in my tea, NOT FOUR AND A HALF!” Well how was Millicent supposed to remember that anyway? She was seven! She shouldn’t even be making tea! And what in the name of Merlin’s oversized shorts was a Pensieve? Millicent Bulstrode stared determinately at her Grandma, who was wagging a pointy fingernail at her. “Make sure you do it better next time,” she sneered. “Or you’ll be out of the inheritance.” Riiiight. |
#88 Sweet Tooth Cho stood against the shop window, tongue lolling out in a longing kind of way, and podgy little hands pressed up against the glass. He eyes were fixed determinedly on a large cocktail stick, which had been violently speared through an assortment of marshmallows, chewy spiders, fruity dragons, liquorish laces and fizzy bats. It was AMAZING. And she WANTED it. “Mummyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,” she began, eyeing the sweet treat greedily and keeping her eyes fixed on it. But her mother cut her short. “No, Cho. It’s not good to have a sweet tooth. You’ll get huge!” She didn’t care. She WANTED it. |
#50 Boggart After a LOT of heaving, pushing and squeezing, Amycus Carrow had managed to squish himself into the cabinet in the living room, where his sister Alecto kept her drawing things. He pushed himself in against the crayons and scraps of paper, and placed a fat hand over his mouth to prevent himself from sniggering. Footsteps approached. “BOO!” Yelled Amycus, jumping out of the cabinet. Alecto didn’t flinch. She looked at him, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. “Do you get it?” he said, slightly annoyed with the lack of crying, screaming, running, etc... “I’m a Boggart!” “Wrong. You are an idiot.” |
#34 Parseltongue “No you’re not!” Said Amycus Carrow, looking suspiciously at his sister. He had her favourite teddy dangling dangerously in mid air over the toilet bowl, and was threatening to flush it. He had stopped abruptly, however, when she had told him that she was a Parseltongue, and she would get her snakey friend to come and EAT HIM UP. “You’re lying,” he said, quivering slightly. Alecto smiled dangerously. “Well,” she said. “If that’s a chance you’re willing to take, then go ahead. Flush it. I don’t think mum and dad will be too fussed when you disappear.” Amycus ran. FAST. |
#99 Newspaper. The two year old Cedric Diggory had been pestering his parents for several months about getting a dog. They said no, of course. He was too young – he could barely walk himself, never mind walking a dog. Cedric had frowned and pouted a LOT at this news, and had hence spent all of his time trying to persuade his parents that he could look after a puppy. His parents had first found out about this, when they arrived home one day to find his bedroom covered in newspaper. “What’s all this for?!” Asked his father upon seeing it. “Doggy wee-wee.” |
#85 Snappish There ALWAYS had to be one curl that DID. NOT. GO. RIGHT!! And for Marietta Edgecomb, this was a terrible affair. Even for a six year old, she was very conscious of her looks, and very vain. She had been winding this particular curl round and round her finger for a good ten minutes now, and it wasn’t working!! “Why don’t you let me try,” her mother said kindly, approaching her. “NO!” Marietta said. “I. Can. DO. It!” Her mother held up her hands and turned away. “Geesh! Snappish.” She whispered it though, her daughter, although loved, was very scary. |
#92 Chocolate Mundungus Fletcher, ginger haired and three years old, stared up at his mother in shock. She was lying on her bed, and some brown going GROSS was covering her face. Only her eyes and lips showed. It was, of course, a face mask (a chocolate scented one) but Mundungus wasn’t to know that. He did smell the chocolate, though. He approached his mothers face and sniffed. It smelt GOOD. He looked tentatively around him, then, hesitating slightly, poked out his tongue and licked the chocolate smelling stuff off her nose. His mother screamed. He regretted it instantly. It was ICKY. |
#7 Care of Magical Creatures Cornelius Fudge was at the age when, coming from a wizarding family, he was being taught all about what he would learn about at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which he was due to attend in a years time. He listened with rapt attention, but then something had started to worry him. “I don’t want to do Care of Magical Creatures!” he wailed. He didn’t like wildlife. It was creepy. He didn’t like creatures, and he DEFINATLY did NOT want to take care of them. Images of dragons, perilous bats and BIG spiders drifted into his head. Cornelius shuddered. |
#13 Quidditch Rolanda Hooch sat among the overgrowing blades of grass in the back garden. She wore oversized sunglasses that her mother thought would be funny to put on her, and a pink romper suit. She gazed upwards, and blew a shiny spit bubble from her pink teeny lips. The rest of her family were zooming around the garden on brooms. They soared this way and that, throwing balls about and laughing. One figure dove steeply, caught a large ball and rolled over to avoid another. Rolanda opened her mouth wide in admiration, an the spit bubble burst with a small pop. |
#25 Sorting Hat Mafalda Hopkirk had heard all about the sorting hat that occupied the headmaster’s office at Hogwarts school. But, far from mystifying her, it TOTALLY creeped her out. She was eight years old, and had a VERY over reactive imagination. People said that the hat could look right into your head and see what was inside there. Well, if it could read he mind, could it know about her secrets? Would it be able to tell that she had once broken her mummy’s favourite lipstick, and then hid it behind the plant pot? Well that just COULDN’T be allowed to happen. |
#57 Gape Rodolphus Lestrange just could NOT believe his eyes. He gaped at the strange figure in front of him, taking hesitant steps backwards. That was just FREAKY! Despite all his worries, his mother had assured him that there was no such think as Gigglewhatsit! But there it was, slowly edging towards him, grunting and shuddering just as Rabastan had told him it would. That was when the black sheet fell from Rabastan’s frame. Rodolphus scowled at his brother, and started towards him with outstretched hands. Rabastan ran, became entangled in his sheet, and ended up sprawled on the floor. Well HAH. |
#31 Dress Robes Gilderoy Lockheart was five years old when he clapped eyes on his first set of dress robes. He was blonde, curly headed and had biiiig blue eyes. And it had to be said it was love at first sight. He started to plan all the pretty dress robes that he would wear when he was older. He had to have a pink pair, of course. Especially for valentines day. Oooh, and maybe a violet pair!! WITH SPARKLES!! AND GLITTER!! He would be SO SHINY!! And everyone would look at him and he would be the center of attention! Yay! YAY!! |
#47 Portkey Augusta Longbottom turned her seven year old nose up at the manky old hairbrush that her father held out to her. She did not want to touch it. Nun-uh. No way. Ever. “Come on, Augusta,” said her father, thrusting it towards her, “you need to take it. The portkey is going to leave any second.” Augusta shook her head. It was gross! It was all hairy, - there was probably gross stuff living inside it! “If you don’t take it, you’ll be left behind,” her father teased. “There’s dust on it!” “No there isn’t. They’re just hair bugs.” “EWWW!” |
#41 Thestrals “Daddyy,” Rufus demanded as he bent over a book one evening. His shaggy father, who also sat reading by the fire, grunted but did not look up. “What are The Strals?” He asked, eyebrows narrowed and eye screwed up as he concentrated on the word in his book. “I don’t know what you mean, boy.” “They’re invisible,” Rufus Scrimgeour prompted. “The Stralls. “Are you sure you’re saying it properly.” “I did what you said. I broke up the word.” “Do you, by any chance,” said Mr Scrimgeour, looking up from his paper finally, “mean a Thestral?” “Yes, that.” |
#9 Defence Against the Dark Arts Stan Shunpike cowered in his bed at night. Although he was nine years old, he was still sucking his thumb. The reason for his terror tonight was caused by one, scary, eerie thing. The dark. He didn’t like that he couldn’t see what was lurking in the shadows at night, that he couldn’t see what was all around him. It was too dark, and he had nothing that would act as a defence against it. Not even a torch. Sob. Stan curled up in a tight ball underneath his covers, and wrapped his arms around himself. ‘Twas scary, it was. |
# 90 Present. Hepzibah Smith, chubby and pink, looked down at the box with a greedy smile on her face. The box was beautifully wrapped, small in size and was delicately tied with a strip of emerald green ribbon. Hepzibah reached out a podgy pink hand hungrily towards it, and looked up to pout at her mother as she snatched it away. “Not yet, Hep,” she said, grinning. “But you said it was a present for me!” The five year old’s lower lip began to tremble. “When you’re older,” said her mother, wagging a finger. Hepzibah slumped down, still eyeing the present greedily. |
#81 Depression Walk, walk, walk. Walk, walk, walk. Walk, walk, wal- FALL. Ted Tonks groped desperately in mid air, flailing about in the hope that something will be near enough for him to grab a hold of and so save him from falling, and bruising his baby bottom. Which is why it SUCKED that he was in the middle of the kitchen, furthest away from anything in the entire room. He fell, uttering a soft “Umph!” He did not get up from the ground, but continued to sit there, waves of baby depression washing over him. Only BIG cookies could cure this. |
#74 X-tinguish Xenophilius stopped scratching his five year old head, and stared up into the sky in alarm OH MY GOD THE WORLD WAS ENDING!! Xenophilius stared at it, shocked. The sky was on fire!! There was a big ball of fire burning away in the sky. How had he not noticed it before? Had anyone else noticed it? How did it get on fire, anyway?! He had to x-tinguish it. But how?! HE WAS ONLY FIVE! Panicking now, he ran. Around in a circle. How this was going to help, he didn’t really know. But it made him feel BETTER. Yes. |
#61 Kiss Luna stared into the big blue eyes that belonged to her mother, and smiled a toothless smile. She was only a baby, but was already feeling those strong emotions connected to that of seeing the face of a loved one. He mother was all hers, and no one else’s. And she would look after her. Well, when she could walk, at least. Luna’s mother ducked her head and kissed her baby girls forehead. “When you’re nice and big,” she said, we’ll take you looking for crumple horned snorkacks, and plimpies, and all kinds of things.” Luna grinned; her mother chuckled. |
#12 Charms Evan Rosier watched the men in the rest of his family, in all their fine clothing, their expensive aftershaves, talking merrily and laughing with one another, ambery liquid swirling in one hand. They were charming (see how I fit that in there?) and Even declared that one day he should be charming too. He also resolved that it was best to start as early as possible, to ensure that he was the best gentleman he could be. He started my watching the rest of the men as closely as he could, so that he could copy them. He was determined. |
#21 Veela Little Wilkie Twycross will never forget the first time he set eyes on the strange visitors. He was eight years old, had a small mousy tuft of hair, and was about the size of a boy of half his age. He neither bothered about his appearance, nor anyone else’s. The visitors, however, were fascinating. They were all hair flicky, and eyelash fluttery. This feeling mimicked in Wilkie’s stomach every time he thought about them. They weren’t like normal witches, but Wilkie had read about them, and he watched them in great admiration, (in secret, obviously). They had to be Veela. |
#66 Pace Willy Wagstaff sat on his mothers lap, watching his father pace around the room. He seemed to be pondering something. But that wasn’t what had caught Willy’s attention. Nope. What had caught the four year old’s attention was the nice sninnny gold pocket watch that now dangled freely from the waist of his father’s waistcoat. It swung like a pendulum with each step, each turn, always keeping a steady pace. And Willy couldn’t take his eyes off it. It was so SHINY! Gradually, Willy felt sleepy. And sleepier. Sleepier until- Zonk. Willy lay fast asleep on his mothers comfortable lap. |
#20 Hogsmead There was some kind of unwritten tradition for the Boot family, that every Christmas eve they would go to Hogsmead, enter the Hog’s Head and have a family drink. Terry, though only young, loved this tradition. With his family gathered around him, presents being thrown at him. Literally, in some cases. “Oi, Terry!” yelled an older cousin. “Catch!” Terry grinned and stretched out his arms, but the parcel was aimed a bit high. It hit Terry square on the nose and sent him tumbling backwards, off his chair and across the bar. That particular cousin got a dungbomb for Christmas. |
#70 Teem The place, as per usual, was teeming. Arkie Alderton was being pulled away from shop windows and through the crowds by his now frustrated mother, as fast as his little stumpy legs would carry him. When a wizards, shouldering a fine broom, caught his eye. Arkie stopped, and resisted his mothers tugging. His eyes flowed the wizard back through the crowd. The broomstick was good, there was no denying it. But he bet he could make a better one. “Mummy,” he said, walking again. “Buy me some sticks? And some wood? Pleeeeaseeeeeeeee? Now please.” She tutted and dragged him onwards. |
#33 Classroom Bertram Aubrey slammed the classroom door behind him hastily and leant up against it, breathing in heavily and wiping the sweat that had gathered from his heavy brow. How was this happening already? It was his first day! And already he was being bullied by some pretty boy and his mate. Well, hopefully he had lost them by now. That’s when he heard footsteps approaching the door. “Come on out, Berty,” Sirius called, “we just want to play with youuu.” “No!” shouted Bertram, placing a chair against the door before inching away himself. “Go away!” “Well that’s not very nice.” |
#56 Fight Ludovic Bagman watched his parents with a frown on his face, and a deep wrinkle set between his brow. There was even a hint of a pout of that chubby pink face. He absently tugged on a tuft of yellow hair. They were fighting again. Ludo did NOT laike it! He threw back his blonde chubby head and let out a screaming cry. The noise stopped his parents, and both turned to look at him. “What is it, sweetie?” said his mother. Ludo stared at them sternly. “Shut it! Now!” he roared, uncharacteristically. The Bagman’s stared at their baby boy. |
#23 Telescope Things were BIG. Now they were titchy again. Close. Far. Close. Far. Bathilda spun round the telescope and fitted it to her eye once more. How. Was. It. Doing. That! She scratched her nose, sniffed and considered the apparatus once more. The telescope was deep purple in colour, long, and very heavy. Her forehead creased in frustration. There had to be an explanation behind it, didn’t there? Yes there did. And she would find it. She would! Right after a little nap though. It could wait, and Bathilda was sleepy. She shut her eyes and snuggled up tightly.‘Twas cosy. |
#8 Potions Hermione Granger, like any small child, liked to make pretend Potions and things. She would pour salt, pepper, tomato sauce and water into a BIG bucket, and stir it round to her hearts content. She would find new things to put in – leaves, rocks, mummy’s favourite perfume. The final smell would be disgusting, but it was FUN. One day she was stirring happily outside, when she noticed a handful of little black things under a bush. She grabbed them, and tossed them in, when- BANG. The potion exploded, and Hermione jumped out of her sockies. She stopped making them afterwards. |
#94 Allergic Andromeda Black finished the final touches to her illness with a flourish of a big orange pen she hand found. She had dotted orange spots all over her body in her room, whilst her parents were under the impression that she was currently tidying it. She hid the pen under her duvet, checked herself in the mirror, and made her way downstairs. “MUMMYYY!!” She called in alarm. “Mummy! Look!” She held out a spotty arm to her mother. “I think I’m allergic!” “To what?” “Cleaning.” Her mother dropped her arm and raised an eyebrow. “Nice try, Andromeda. Get upstairs.” “D’Oh.” |
#76 Zap Remus liikkeed his new pyjamas. Yes indeed he did. They were electric blue, and the top had a BIG yellow lightning bolt on it, which ran though the word “ZAP” written in big red letters. The bottoms were covered in teeny tiny lightning bolts. They. Were. AWSOME! And they were just right, because they were so awesome, and they reminded him of his ambition in life. To become a rock star!! These pyjamas inspired this, and he vowed that one day, when he was a famous rock star, he would have this “zap” logo all over his musical STUFF. Cheah. |
#26 Quill “HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” The screechy laughter rang through the burrow and stung the ears of the Mr and Mrs Weasley, but they could only look on with laughter as Fred chased George with the quill. A quill, Fred had discovered that morning, doubled up as a very good tool to tickle someone with. He had tested this theory on George, and now the two toddlers ran about the house, one trying to chase the other, who was screaming in the fear of being caught and tickled. There was nothing Molly and Arthur could do, except watch, and try to hide their sniggers. |
#63 Mooch Yay!! Shopping was the BESTEST! Lavender Brown clutched stubbornly to her mothers hand as they mooched past shop windows full of shiny things. PRETTY. “Mummyyy,” announced Lavender. “I need make pee pee.” “Well you’ll have to wait,” said her mother, “wait until we find a café or something.” “But mummyyy,” whined Lavender, pigtails swinging from side to side as she jiggled on the spot. “I need make pee pee now!!” “Fine, we’ll find you a toilet.” After some minutes, they found a loo. Lavender hesitated, however. “Go on then!”her mother prompted. “I don’t need it anymore,” she blushed. Scary grin. |
#52 Bore James Potter looked up at Harry with big eyes. This was his “innocent” face. But Harry was well used to it. “No, James. That was a very mean thing to say. Go and apologise to your mother. Now.” James sighed and slumped forwards. “I didn’t mean SHE was boring, I meant what she was TALKING about was boring.” “She wasn’t even talking to you!” “Yesss,” said James, a sly smile sneaking onto his face now that he had learnt to argue. “But does that mean I’m not allowed to share my opinions?” “Yes.” James glared. “Mummyyy, I sowwieeee.” He called. |
#37 Animagus “Tell me more about this doggy person!” Exclaimed seven year old Lily Luna Potter. Her brother flashed her a mocking grin, and she returned it with malice. Harry looked at Ginny. “Well,” he started. “he was an Animagus. So he could turn into a black dog.” Lily’s eyes widened. “Was he..was he….A PUPPY!!” She clapped her hands together in joy. Harry couldn’t help laughing at the image of Sirius transforming into a little puppy. “Yes, yes he was,” he chuckled. Ginny coughed loudly behind him, in a “don’t give the children wrong information” kind of way. But Lily looked thrilled. |
#58 Hoot Teddy Lupin stared at the owl, hands resting on his arms as he slumped forwars on the dresser wher the owl was perched. The owl stared back. “Hoooooot,” said Teddy, blinking at it. Stupid owl. Then, after some deliberation, the owl hooted back. “Whoa!” This caught Teddy totally by surprise. He jumped backwards, but the owl didn’t flinch. He regained control, and continued to stare at the owl. “Hooot,” he said, a bit louder this time. The owl hooted back. AHAHAHAHA stupid bird!! “HOOOT!” shouted Teddy, trying to scare it. “SQUAWK!!!” “GAH!!!” Teddy toppled backwards violently, onto the hard floor. |
It had to be done xD #68 Roar Crookshanks had only just mastered the whole “balance” thing, and he was still having difficulties with it. He couldn’t understand where his tail was meant to GO. His every move was cautious, lest he should topple off the counter of the Menagerie again (this was, of course, the reason for his squished face. He used it as a landing pad.) He was a diddy kittykat, and if he ever wanted to be a BIG kittykat, he would have to learn to ROAR!. He opened his mouth, but only a small mewling came out. His whiskers drooped. Well, THAT was pathetic. |
#97 Dictionary. Vincent Crabbe looked down at the open Dictionary with more than faint dislike. There were a lot of big words in there. Look at it, laying there all smug. Like it was mocking him. He grabbed it, tore out a page with his chubby fist and began to rip it up into teeny tiny pieces. He didn’t understand it, and he didn’t LIKE things that he didn’t understand. His father walked by, paused, watched him and chuckled. “Go on my son,” she said. Then, rather lovingly, “Look at him, only two years old and already using brute strength. Bless him.” |
#10 Arithmancy Peter Petigrew screwed up his face in confusion. He was pretty sure that he was never going to be able to grasp any of the subjects that he was about to learn about once he got to school. They all sounded hard, and half of them didn’t even seem like real words. He was sure that his friend had been making half of it up. And what in the name of Merlin’s shaggy pink Pug dog was Arithmancy? Was it like math, or….? Peter flopped back onto his bed, buried his head in his duvet and let out a sigh. |
#54 Dare “Go onnnn! Go on!” “No, Sirius. Now if I were you I would stop playing silly games and go and do something productive for once.” Eight year old Sirius frowned and pouted at his brother. He had been trying, for the last hour and a half, to get his brother to plant the Niffler he had found in his mothers room. A knowing smirk came over his face. “I DARE you,” he said. “No.” “Fine then,” said Sirius, grinning, “Then I’ll just have to do it. Tatty Bye.” And he strutted off, Niffler wriggling violently under one arm. Regulus scowled. |
#62 Lope Ginny loped around the garden of the Burrow, round and round she went, for no apparent reason. Her red hair trailed behind her like some sort of firey streamer, and her long thin legs hit the grass, and bounced back up again to continue in their stride. Ron, Fred and George watched from an upstairs window. “What IS that maniac doing?” whispered Fred. “Well,” sighed Ron, being all mature, “She’s only little isn’t she. She’s just playing.” “Little? She’s only a year younger than you!” Said George. “Yeah. Why don’t you go and join her?” smirked Fred. Ron deflated instantly. |
#16 Dragonhide Gloves. Hagrid looked down at his first pair of Dragonhide Gloves with watery eyes. Ok, what a three year old would actually want with a pair, no one could quite figure out. But Hagrid had insisted that he NEEDED them. And now he had them, and they were his very own precious glovies. Yes they were. After looking at them adoringly for a good few days, he covered them carefully in tissue paper and put them in a draw, where they would stay safe until he had cause to use them. And they are the same pair that he wears today. |
#89 Past Bellatrix’s neck was getting sore. She has been craning her neck to watch the footprints of her mother and father each time they walked past her for a good ten minutes now. And it HURT. Bella stopped watching them, something more interesting catching her attention; a bright blue butterfly. It fluttered past her, and landed on the windowsill. She toddled after it. It flew away. Again and again it flew past her, and her legs weren’t long enough to catch up to it. But it wouldn’t get past her again. That was it. She was going to get a net. |
#100 Homework If Harry had learnt one thing in through the torture that had been primary school, it was that he did NOT like homework. Nu-uh, no way. It wasn’t necessarily the homework’s fault, he wouldn’t mind doing it if he could just settle sown to it and get it over with quickly. But he always had Dudley leering over his shoulder, putting him off and making him misspell things, jogging his elbow at the most crucial of points. And really he just wanted to get it done. Plus, it would be a lot easier if his cupboard gave him elbow space. |
#4 Ancient Runes “Daddy,” asked Hugo politely one evening. Ron looked up in answer to his son. “What’s Ancient Runes?” he asked. Ron frowned. Surely it was too complex to explain to a six year old? Not to mention the fact that Ron still didn’t really know what it was himself. “Err..” Think fast. Don’t look like an idiot in front of your son. “It’s about old things. You know, ancient things.” That ought to do it. Hugo’s forehead wrinkled. “You mean Ancient things like Grandpa?” “Yes!” said Ron, triumphantly. “Just like that!” He was lucky that Hermione wasn’t there to correct him. |
#6 Divination Sybil Trelawney, despite her powers, had no idea that she would be a Divination teacher when she was older. Nope, she had bigger, better plans. She was going to be a famous singer. She was only five years old, and was already planning out her future career. She would appear on radio shows, people would run at her in the street, asking for her autograph. They would adore her, love her and cherish her. And everything would be good. So every night she practised singing in front of the mirror. It was still very embarrassing when someone walked in though. |
#28 Timeturner Molly lay on the floor, relatives and friends gathered around her, making a fuss and cooing at her. Gosh, why were they making such a big deal out of it? Toddlers fall over all the time! It’s what they DO! DUH! Still on the ground, she heard a childlike snigger from somewhere in the surrounding throng. Oh no. She chanced a look up, she knew that laugh too well. Lucius, chubby finger pointing at her in amusement. This was one of the only times that Molly wished she could get her hands on a timeturner. She scowled. Idiot blonde boy. |
#83 Fearful Severus watched the oncoming car with fearful eyes. It was so… BIG. He had never seen anything like that at home, but the street outside seemed to be full of the metal monsters, and they moved so fast. But something seemed to be wrong with them; they weren’t flying! Maybe they had been broken. UH-OH! He watched one coming towards him. “Go on,” he whispered. “you can do it, you can fly!” It didn’t, though. And then it was gone, out of sight. Without so much as a thank you. “You’re welcome,” shrugged Sirius, bitterly. Now that was just UNFAIR. |
#46 Dungeon “I swear to Merlin, Sirius, you put that Niffler in my room one more time and I will lock you in the dungeon! ” Sirius considered this as Mrs Black emerged from her room, tattered and scratched with a Niffler hanging off one of her fingers, where it had been trying to prize off one of her rings. She looked furious, and despite the dungeon threat, Sirius was HAPPEH. His brow furrowed in thought. “We have a dungeon? COOL.” He ran as his mother started after him. He was SO disappointed when he discovered that they didn’t ACTALLY have a dungeon. |
#86 Daring It had to be said that Percy Weasley was not a particularly daring child. He always went to bed half an hour before his official bedtime, he never argued with his parents, and he was nice and polite to everyone. He never tested anyone’s patience. On top of this, he never pulled pranks, wouldn’t DREAM of eating sweets or cookies before dinner time, and wouldn’t be seen playing with mud or other gross slimy substances. He hated snot, and did not laugh at toilet humour. He was, pretty much, perfect. So how comes he was so annoying then? Mind boggling. |
#78 Harry regretted VERY much trying to take seven year old James fishing. James had first thought it was funny to rock the boat until Harry went green and was sick over the side. Then he wouldn’t let him go home, declaring that, “we came to catch fishies, so we is gunna catch fishies, alright? SIT DOWN.” Harry did as he was told. Quick sharp. “I got one!” yelled James, and sure enough a little fish was dangling from the end of his hook. Harry grinned, until James lifted the fish up to his mouth. “No!” he yelled. “Don’t eat it!” |
#13 Quidditch It was not fair that her brothers wouldn’t let her on a broom. She was “too young” apparently. She bet she could whoop their butts one handed. If only they’d lend her a broom. Which they wouldn’t. Ginny knew the reason why though, it was because secretly, and very deep down, her brothers knew that she was good at pretty much anything she set her mind to. They knew she could fly circles around them. They were SCARED. Ok, true, she was only four and the broom tipped dangerously when ever she tried to even pick it up, but STILL. |
#80 Arthur played with a bright red bouncy ball, bouncing it up, and bouncing it down again. It was the bestest thingy he had ever found in the street! He had never seen one before, and decided that it must have, once, belonged to a Muggle. How cool!! But he didn’t want to break it. So carefully he waddled over to his bedroom, pulled out a draw that sat beside his little bed and tucked it up tight, right next to his half chewed torch. He smiled at them. There, they would be safe and cosy, forever. Forever and for always. |
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