200 Words: Loved

Harry was determined to reach the kitchen counter and Lily was frightened that he would fall. But Harry persisted, a comical look of determination on his little face and Lily tried not to laugh- He was so much like James.

“Careful, Harry,” she said.

But Harry continued climbing and Lily cast all sorts of cushioning charms she could remember in case Harry fell. But Harry reached the top of the counter and looked around.

“That’s my boy,” James said with pride and Harry looked at him expectantly, no doubt wanting James to conjure another smoke ring.

Lily picked Harry up and he wriggled in her arms.

“You have no idea how much you are loved,” she said to him, and James got up and joined Lily and Harry, embracing them.

They had lived their days in uncertainty, but James and Lily had each other and Harry. They were sure that they could take whatever Voldemort threw at them.

They stood there for a moment and Harry stopped wriggling and settled in his mother’s arms and started playing with her dark red hair. Harry was the most important thing in their lives at the moment and they were there for him.

200 Words: The Right Sort

“I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks,”

Ron Weasley will never tell Harry how much that meant to him.

He was no one, but to Harry Potter, he was a someone; He let Ron sit in his compartment with him and shared his sweets.

Ron was expecting someone popular to come into their compartment and take Harry for their selves and Draco Malfoy did just that – or he tried to.

Ron only knew Harry for a few hours, but he could tell Harry hated Malfoy as much as he did. If he could say You-Know-Who’s name out loud, then standing up to Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle was a piece of cake.

Harry had told Ron a lot about himself and he had had it a lot worse with those muggles. What Harry needed was a friend who could support him and Harry chose Ron of all people and he told Malfoy where to go.

Standing up to Malfoy was worth it seeing Goyle howling in pain, trying to throw Scabbers off his thumb after trying to nick their sweets.

Ron was a no one, but to Harry, he was a someone; He was the right sort.

200 Words: Ron at Hermione’s bedside

After the Skirmish at Malfoy Manor, Ron sat by Hermione’s bedside, praying that she would wake up. If only they had taken him instead. He would’ve endured over a hundred Cruciatus Curses to ensure that Hermione was safe. 

‘They only picked her because she was muggle-born,’ Ron thought angrily. 

Hermione was in a bad state and even though Fleur had given her a lot of potions, Ron was scared for her. What if she never woke up?

Hermione was his world and he loved her so much. He loved how she put up with him even when he did something stupid. 

She had even forgiven him eventually when he walked out on Hermione and Harry. Ron took her hand and it felt cold in his. If anything happened to her, he would murder Bellatrix himself.

To his surprise, Hermione’s hand squeezed his own and Ron felt a great leap of excitement. 

“Ron,”

Hermione’s voice was weak, but tears of happiness sprang to Ron’s eyes. Hermione opened her eyes and they found Ron, looking at her tenderly. 

“I’m here, Hermione,” Ron said.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes,” Hermione said groggily and Ron smiled, knowing that he had not lost her.

200 words: Exploding Snap

It was a beautiful summer’s day, but Harry felt cold and empty inside as he sat in the grounds, staring at nothing. The loss of Sirius and the knowledge of the Prophecy was still fresh in his mind.

He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and looked to see Ron and Hermione looking down at him with concern in their eyes.

“Alright, mate?” Ron asked softly.

“Yeah,” Harry grunted. “I’m fine.”

“Game of Exploding Snap, then?” Ron asked.

“Alright, then,” Harry said, a small grin forming on his face. It had been a while since he had any fun with Ron and Hermione and he figured that it would help take their mind off things.

Ron grinned and they soon began playing. The sound of their laughter filled the grounds and the other students couldn’t believe that Harry Potter was enjoying himself for once.

“It’s good to see you smile again, Harry,” Hermione said as they made their way back to the castle.

“It’s good to spend time together as friends,” Harry admitted. During the game, he was able to take his mind off things and he owed that to Ron and Hermione; the best friends he ever had.

200 words: Belonging

Hermione woke up the day after Halloween thinking it had been one bad dream. But as she rolled onto her side, she realised that a Mountain Troll did try to kill her and that she was saved by Harry and Ron of all people and that she lied to Professor McGonagall to cover up for the boys after Ron used the levitation charm to knock the Troll out with its own club.

She didn’t know where she stood with Harry and Ron now; Were they friends? They were awfully quiet last night when they were finishing off the Halloween Feast in the Gryffindor Common Room; Perhaps they’d just go back to ignoring her like everyone else.

With a sigh, she got out of bed and got dressed before heading down into the Gryffindor Common room and Harry and Ron were there waiting for her; They stood by the sofa and Harry had a rack of toast in his hands.

“Morning, Hermione,” Ron said brightly. “Fancy some breakfast?”

It was at that moment that Hermione realised that Harry and Ron really wanted to be her friend. For the first time since Hermione arrived at Hogwarts, she felt she truly belonged there.

200 words: Dirt

After the Battle of Hogwarts was over and the dead were buried, everyone seemed to collapse with exhaustion. Hermione wandered the castle grounds feeling a mixture of elation and misery.

Not wanting to think of the future, she walked around the lake and saw a figure sitting under the shade of the beech tree that she spent many days doing her homework.

It was Ron and he was sitting with his hands on his knees looking exhausted. Hermione made a beeline for him and he looked up and when he saw her, his face lit up.

“Hey,” Hermione said, smiling at him.

“Hey,” Ron replied, his voice sounding rough and his eyes were red and puffy. He looked like he had been crying.

Hermione sat next to Ron and he tentatively put an arm around her.

“You’ve got dirt on your nose,” Ron said softly, gently brushing Hermione’s nose with his thumb. “Just there.”

Hermione couldn’t help but smile as she remembered saying the same thing to Ron on their first day of Hogwarts seven years ago.

Ron had changed so much since then and he had become a man. He came back for Hermione and she’ll stay for him.

200 words: Fred and Roxanne

I’ve been getting used to 100 word drabbles and I’ve decided to try my hand at 200 word ones.

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“Mum, Dad! We’re off!” Roxanne called from the kitchen and George looked up from his cup of tea to see the twins enter the kitchen.

“And by off, Roxanne means that she’s going to cause havoc,” Fred said dryly.

“Havoc? Me?!” Roxanne exclaimed with mock outrage. “Never!”

“Have you got everything?” Angelina asked before Fred could retort.

“Gold, sweets, tickets, autograph book and Dungbombs all here,” Roxanne said confidently.

“Dungbombs?” Fred asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I meant Decoy Detonators” Roxanne said hastily.

George had to suppress a laugh at his daughter’s guilty look.

“Best use the Dungbombs as a last resort,” George said and Fred and Roxanne grinned broadly.

“Well, stay out of trouble, you two,” Angelina said.

“I’ll do my best, Mum,” Fred said. “But as for Roxanne, I can’t make any promises.”

“Shut up!” Roxanne snapped. “I’ll be as good as gold. I can’t believe I’m going to a Weird Sisters concert!”

Roxanne jumped up and down excitedly before hugging her parents.

“Take care, Roxy,” George said before letting her go.

As George and Angelina watched their children leave, Angelina caught her husband’s eye.

“You know, every day I can see Fred in those two,” George said sadly.