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New Fic: Hall of Heroes

Hall of Heroes
Author:  jackwabbit
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rated: PG
Category: Vignette, Humor (no, really). Characters: Most of the Fallen.
Spoilers:  Deathly Hallows. Occurs post-DH.
Summary:  They say change is the only constant, but they also say some things never change. For this group, I'd bet on the latter. Mostly.
Disclaimer:  Accio, Copyrights! Oh, darn. Wand backfired. Well, it was worth a shot.

xxx

The three men in the painting jostled for position, each trying to see over the shoulders of the others. Their voices overlapped one another in excited whispers.

“Are they here yet?”

“Can’t you stay in your own frames?”

“It is time?”

“Seriously, why are you always in mine?”

“How much longer?”

“Yours is closest.”

“So what’s your excuse the other three-hundred-sixty-four days of the year?”

“Oh, you know you like it.”

“Whatever.”

“At least they gave us plenty of room to share. I hardly had this much space when I was living.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“Wouldn’t dream of speaking for you.”

“Would you two shut up already? They’ll be here soon!”

Suddenly, a loud crash made all three occupants of the frame jump and silenced any retorts.  The man with the longish black hair rolled his eyes, while the one with the scars merely sighed. The third man -the one with the glasses - yelled at someone to the right of the frame.

“Tonks! What did you do now?”

A female voice started to explain. “It wasn’t me this time. Honest! It was…”

Her answer was cut off as the painting went completely black and a hushed giggle sounded from the left.

Another sigh from the scarred one followed, and then he spoke.

“Lumosity Peruvium!”

The darkness vanished, revealing a blue-haired woman grappling with a red-headed teenager behind the already crowded subjects in the painting.

“Hey!” yelled the redhead while still pushing at his foe. “How’d you do that? Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder is uncharmable!”

“Correction,” said the scarred man nonchalantly. “Was uncharmable. If you remember, it used to only work in the physical world, too. Change is the only constant, Mr. Weasley.”

“You can’t outcharm a charmer, Fred,” said the long haired one with a laugh.

The third man snickered, too. “He always was quite handy with a wand, our Moony.”

“Oh, shut it, Padfoot,” answered Lupin. “You, too, Prongs,” he continued before turning to the teen. “Now, would you kindly unhand my wife, young man?”

The redhead let go of his blue-maned enemy and stepped back. “Fine, but she started it.”

“I did not, you little…”

“Nymphadora Tonks! You will behave this very instant!” roared a voice from a portrait across the hall. “Why they put all of you on one wall is quite beyond me, but if you don’t let me get some sleep I swear I’ll come over there and hex the lot of ya!”

Tonks cowered. “Sorry.”

“Hmph. You’d better be. You ought to be resting yourself. The students will be here at any moment and good luck getting any shut-eye once that happens,” rumbled the portrait as its subject turned his back to them and hunched over in his chair.

Tonks and Fred settled down begrudgingly while the three other men in the frame talked quietly amongst themselves. After a few minutes, another woman entered the popular frame. 

Tonks pounced on her at once. “Lily! How are you?”

“Fine, Dora. You?”

“As fine as I can be, being the newest here and all. I do have one question, though.”

“What’s that?”

“Is it always like this?”

Lily Evans Potter chuckled as Sirius, Remus, and James began arguing again while Fred slipped out of the frame with a sly smile as Peeves floated by.

“Usually,” she sighed.

Tonks grinned wickedly.  “Oh, I think I’m going to like it here.”

On the opposite side of the newly-commissioned Hall of Heroes portrait gallery at Hogwart’s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Alastair Moody groaned.

He really needed to see about getting his portrait moved.

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lolmac
Aug. 7th, 2009 12:50 am (UTC)
Fun to read, too! I loved this!

So when your wand backfires on that one, does that mean you actually lose the ownership of some of what you've already written?
jackwabbit
Aug. 7th, 2009 03:59 am (UTC)
MINE! Or I will help you not!

I don't need your help. And can I have my lamp back? We're gonna need it to get out of this slimy mudhole.

Mudhole? Slimy? My home this is!

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Sorry. Any excuse to quote ESB is ok by me. Thanks for reading, luv. This one was a joy, so it's nice to know others liked it, too.
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