This Is Not My Life

No. Really. It's not.

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I need a kick in the pants start.

MEME: The first fifteen people to comment on this post with a prompt get to request a drabble from you. In return, they have to post this meme in their journal (though, no pressure). Post all fandoms you’re willing to write for.

Um, the "fandoms [I'm] willing to write for" are pretty limited. I've only ever written extensively for HP, and mostly only about the bad guys. However, technically, I've also written for Bizenghast, Pirates of the Caribbean and Lord of the Rings, so if you're feeling daring, you can request one of those.

Also, I loosely define drabble here, so it will be at least 100 words, but probably not that exactly.

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This is probably not nearly as funny as you could have hoped, I suspect.

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Ariana’s small hand was cold in Aberforth’s grip. It was far too chilly for the young girl to be outside in only a nightdress. Albus would be furious if he caught them.

Not that he would. He was far too busy with that Grindelwald bastard to care what Aberforth and Ariana were up to. And what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt any of them.

Aberforth hated Godric’s Hollow; Mould-on-the-Wold was home and always would be, even if their fellow villagers didn’t feel that way anymore. But at least they were well outside of the proper town in Godric’s Hollow. They had space and privacy here, as well as a shelter for the family goats, Nanna, Clover and Blackie. Ariana, of course, needed the extra room for other reasons, but that didn’t change the fact that she loved the goats. And what Ariana loved, Aberforth loved.

The three goats were curled up in a pile of hay together, sleeping soundly. As they approached, Aberforth gestured for Ariana to be quiet, though it was hardly necessary. Such gestures were reassuring, however. For both of them.

Aberforth gently stroked Nanna’s head to wake her up, and her soft bleating brought the other two around. Aberforth beckoned Ariana to his side by the goat. Now for the tricky part. Ariana hated magic the way Aberforth hated Godric’s Hollow. If you wanted to do magic around her, you had to make sure it didn’t look like magic. He’d been practicing with his wand up his robe sleeve, and was certain he would get this right. Pointing his wand at Nanna’s throat, he whispered, “Capricarmen.”

Nanna twitched a bit at the magic, but instead of a sharp maaah, she gave out a sweet, high, musical note. Ariana blinked in surprise, as did Nanna. Shocked at the sound she had just made, she made it again, this time bringing the notes up and down the scales.

While Ariana was occupied with Nanna’s baffled musical cries, Aberforth quickly bespelled the other two goats the same. With in moments, the pair was surrounded by a bizzare cacophony of strange, goat-produced musical.

Ariana began to laugh. It was more beautiful than any goat song.

It couldn’t last, however. The goats, while capable of fantastic feats of musical ingenuity now, were incapable of moderating their volume. Within minutes, the lights came on in the house and Albus was flying out the backdoor, followed by Grindelwald. “What’s all this, then?” Grindelwald asked scornfully. “A country choir?”

“You’ll wake the whole neighborhood. What’s wrong with you?” hissed Albus, dragging Ariana back to the house. She struggled a little; Aberforth knew Albus would have no idea why. “Fix those goats. That kind of transformation is entirely inappropriate, Aberforth.”

Aberforth lifted the hex on the animals as the door closed behind his brother and his sister. Albus had no idea at all.

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