[Fic:] In the Attic {25 days of HD}
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smirkingcatTitle: In the Attic
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 703
Rating: G
Prompt: Christmas socks/stockings
Warning: melancholic
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary:There is a reason why Harry is always in the attic
Author's Notes: this got a bit more me4lancholic than i would have liked, but i am ok with it; also my stories this year - not connected, i do not have the brainpower to plot a whole story right now, sorry
With a heavy sigh he picked up another heavy piece of furniture. Not being a pure-blood or on the family tree of the Malfoys sucked in so many different ways.
But then again there were fun times.
His friends couldn't understand, an in a way he couldn't understand it either: the first time he visited this estate he was in fear of his life. He had to listen to the screams of Hermione being tortured... there was just so much that he should fear or hate about this house. Maybe that was the reason he came back the first time.
Now he didn't know anywhere else he would rather be. Well, besides on a broom in summer. But at Malfoy Manor Draco allowed him to roam freely around, and had adjusted the wards that nothing could accidentally kill him. And there was so much to explore!
He loved the attic best, because technically as "the attic" was on a different level for many parts, it was many different attic rooms. But the Malfoys put in some sort of weird location distortion spell on the attic and now it was just one room. And there was so much to explore. And most of the house seemed to like to be explored, even Draco told him so. Antiques apparently liked to get attention. The only thing he loathed was that the bloody furniture refused to be lifted by magic by him. Apparently it feared he would remove it from the estate or something. So, when Draco was not around, like now, he had to do the heavy lifting by himself. But he would, because he wanted to get to that red wooden trunk behind the it. He had never seen this trunk before, and he was sure the trunks were his first victims when he started to explore. So there being another one was exciting.
With increased curiosity Harry opened the trunk, after he set the piece of furniture aside. He was surprised to see it was all Yule decorations. There were even fairy lights under some sort of heavy charm, which had Harry guessing that the fairies were real.
"Potter, are you in the bloody attic again?"
The sonorous boomed through the rooms, making Harry grin. So, Draco had come home.
"Of course I am, come up and find me," he shouted back using the same charm.
"I should device some sort of charm to find you in my home faster. Maybe I can add a location pinpoint for you to the wards;" Draco said after he apparated into the attic.
"Where would be the fun in that? Also didn't you say you don't want to mess with the wards to much? Anyway, look what I found," Harry replied and winked Draco closer.
"Find? Something new - oh, these were my mother's. I thought they got destroyed," Draco said, picking up a very delectate looking bauble from the trunk. "Look, the charms are still working."
When Harry looked, he could see unicorns racing through a winter wonderland. "Amazing. Where did she get those?" Harry asked, and dug deeper into the trunk.
"Presents, some from my father, some from her friends. These are very delicate, and very expensive. The charms are not to be compared with the window charms at all, you know, so they are incredible expensive and also very rare."
"Look at these," Harry said, and lifting up Christmas stocking with family names stitched on top of them. "These look self-made."
"She did. Mine was done while she was still pregnant, my father's during their engagement time, Severus's after he became my godfather, but I don't know about the others, she must have made them, when she was still living at home."
"See, this is why I am in the attic all the time. Wonders can be found here. Can we use the decoration and all this year?" Harry asked looking hopefully up at Draco.
After a long moment of silence Draco gave a short nod. "I think she would like that very much."
Harry grabbed for Draco's hand, and pulled him closer for a sweet kiss. "I wish I had gotten to know her better, you know."
"Yes, I wish that too."
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 703
Rating: G
Prompt: Christmas socks/stockings
Warning: melancholic
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary:There is a reason why Harry is always in the attic
Author's Notes: this got a bit more me4lancholic than i would have liked, but i am ok with it; also my stories this year - not connected, i do not have the brainpower to plot a whole story right now, sorry
With a heavy sigh he picked up another heavy piece of furniture. Not being a pure-blood or on the family tree of the Malfoys sucked in so many different ways.
But then again there were fun times.
His friends couldn't understand, an in a way he couldn't understand it either: the first time he visited this estate he was in fear of his life. He had to listen to the screams of Hermione being tortured... there was just so much that he should fear or hate about this house. Maybe that was the reason he came back the first time.
Now he didn't know anywhere else he would rather be. Well, besides on a broom in summer. But at Malfoy Manor Draco allowed him to roam freely around, and had adjusted the wards that nothing could accidentally kill him. And there was so much to explore!
He loved the attic best, because technically as "the attic" was on a different level for many parts, it was many different attic rooms. But the Malfoys put in some sort of weird location distortion spell on the attic and now it was just one room. And there was so much to explore. And most of the house seemed to like to be explored, even Draco told him so. Antiques apparently liked to get attention. The only thing he loathed was that the bloody furniture refused to be lifted by magic by him. Apparently it feared he would remove it from the estate or something. So, when Draco was not around, like now, he had to do the heavy lifting by himself. But he would, because he wanted to get to that red wooden trunk behind the it. He had never seen this trunk before, and he was sure the trunks were his first victims when he started to explore. So there being another one was exciting.
With increased curiosity Harry opened the trunk, after he set the piece of furniture aside. He was surprised to see it was all Yule decorations. There were even fairy lights under some sort of heavy charm, which had Harry guessing that the fairies were real.
"Potter, are you in the bloody attic again?"
The sonorous boomed through the rooms, making Harry grin. So, Draco had come home.
"Of course I am, come up and find me," he shouted back using the same charm.
"I should device some sort of charm to find you in my home faster. Maybe I can add a location pinpoint for you to the wards;" Draco said after he apparated into the attic.
"Where would be the fun in that? Also didn't you say you don't want to mess with the wards to much? Anyway, look what I found," Harry replied and winked Draco closer.
"Find? Something new - oh, these were my mother's. I thought they got destroyed," Draco said, picking up a very delectate looking bauble from the trunk. "Look, the charms are still working."
When Harry looked, he could see unicorns racing through a winter wonderland. "Amazing. Where did she get those?" Harry asked, and dug deeper into the trunk.
"Presents, some from my father, some from her friends. These are very delicate, and very expensive. The charms are not to be compared with the window charms at all, you know, so they are incredible expensive and also very rare."
"Look at these," Harry said, and lifting up Christmas stocking with family names stitched on top of them. "These look self-made."
"She did. Mine was done while she was still pregnant, my father's during their engagement time, Severus's after he became my godfather, but I don't know about the others, she must have made them, when she was still living at home."
"See, this is why I am in the attic all the time. Wonders can be found here. Can we use the decoration and all this year?" Harry asked looking hopefully up at Draco.
After a long moment of silence Draco gave a short nod. "I think she would like that very much."
Harry grabbed for Draco's hand, and pulled him closer for a sweet kiss. "I wish I had gotten to know her better, you know."
"Yes, I wish that too."
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Date: 2021-12-03 11:38 pm (UTC)thank you for your kind words <3