Monday, December 27, 2010

An Early Christmas Present

A/N: This was written for the Winter Wonderland challenge. I was given the characters Molly Weasley (Percy's daughter, not mother) and Lysander Scamander and the prompts frozen lake and lost. I hope you guys enjoy it!

An Early Christmas Present

Molly looked around at the wintry landscape. She had been sitting by the lake for over an hour now. Earlier, there had been a group of fifth years sliding around on the ice, but they'd gone back up to the castle at least half an hour ago. This had left her alone in the freezing cold. Not even her little magical fire was helping ward off the frozen air as the sun began to sink below the horizon.

She brought her gloved hands up to her face and breathed on them, hoping it would warm both her hands and face.

Lysander should have been here a long time ago! She would have to go in soon. It wouldn't do for the Head Girl to be caught out after dark.

She couldn't help but be a little worried. Lysander Scamander had been her best friend since he started Hogwarts in her second year, and he'd never just leave her out in the cold.

He probably got distracted by nargles or something. Molly thought as she rolled her eyes and grinned.

After another five minutes, she finally began to make her way back to the castle. She was almost to the Ravenclaw common room when Lysander was suddenly coming towards her. The first thing she noticed was that he was very out of breath. He seemed to have been running for a while.

“I'm so sorry,” he gasped as he bent over and put his hands on his knees. “I wanted to give you your Christmas present early, but I must have misplaced it. I've been searching for it everywhere and only found it a moment ago.”

That was when she noticed he was holding a somewhat large wrapped package.

“It's okay,” Molly assured him even though in reality she had been a little annoyed, “I don't have your present though. It still needs to be wrapped.”

“That's fine,” Lysander shrugged, “I wasn't expecting it.” He held out the gift to Molly. “Here. Open it.”

She took the package from him. It wasn't small but not really large either. It was rectangular in shape, and Molly couldn't help but suspect that it was a book. Those were what she usually received as presents.

As she carefully removed the paper, she discovered that she had been right. The writing on the cover revealed the book to be The Truth About Nargles by Luna Scamander. Molly smirked a little as she looked up at her best friend.

“Maybe you'll actually believe me now,” Lysander grinned, “Mum's self-publishing it. No publisher would agree to it. She thinks she can sell enough to make a decent profit though. There are people out there who are open-minded.” The look on his face told her that she was not included in this open-minded category.

“I told you before,” she laughed slightly, “It's not that I don't believe in nargles, it's just that I need proof of them before I say they're definitely real.”

“Well, you need to get started on that book then,” he told her.

“I'll read it tonight,” she nodded as they began to make their way towards their common room.

When they'd reached the common room, and were preparing to go their separate ways, Lysander leaned down to kiss Molly's cheek.

“Merry Christmas, Molly,” he smiled at her.

“Merry Christmas, Lysander,” Molly felt a blush begin to rise on her cheeks. She couldn't determine the reason why though. It wasn't the first time he had done that, but this time felt different for some reason.

Molly would never admit it to anyone, but when she'd went to bed that night (after reading a chapter or two of the book as she had promised) she dreamt that she was standing in the common room with Lysander just as before. Only this time one thing changed. He kissed her on the lips instead of the cheek. She had a hard time admitting it to herself, but she would have preferred that outcome.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

A:TNG One-shot: Crushes

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It was a bright, sunny day on Kiyoshi Island. The perfect day for four little girls to go for a walk all by themselves. The freedom of going places without their parents was still relatively new, and they quite enjoyed being able to talk about things in the nice outdoors without their parents and siblings around.

"He is so cute!" Ayame was the youngest of the girls at six (although Ichiko was only a month older). She was already boy crazy, a trait inherited from her mother, Ty Lee, and she was gushing about her latest crush.

"Boys aren't cute." Ichiko was still in the "boys-have-cuties" stage. "Boys are dumb and stupid."

Ai, the oldest at ten, decided that now was the time for her revelation. "A boy asked me out, and I said yes." She expected them to be shocked, but she wasn't expecting Ichiko's shock to become laughter. It caused Ai even greater embarrassment, and she blushed.

Nine year old Kazuna hit Ichiko for her tactlessness. How mean of her to make fun of Ai! This was a huge deal for her. "That's awesome Ai!" Kazuna assured the princess. "I can't believe that one of us has a boyfriend now."

"Hopefully, she's the only one for a long, long time." Could Ichiko not let it go?

"He's really nice, Ichiko." Ai defended herself. "Just wait until you get a boyfriend."

"Not gonna happen." Ichiko sounded very proud of herself. "I'm never going to go all stupid for an idiot."

Ai smirked, "Just wait and see, Ichiko. Just wait and see."

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

A/N: This was written for the Christmas 2010 challenge.

Ron glanced around the living room he was currently sitting in. He'd been to Mr. and Mrs. Granger's house several times before of course, but he'd never seen it quite like this. There were the Christmas decorations he was familiar with such as the tree with all of it's ornaments and garland and the lit star on top. There was even one of those little barn type things with all of the people and animals standing about. He believed they were called nativities.

However, there were some decorations that left him quite puzzled. What was that little doll with the pointed ears and the shoes that curled up on the end? And he couldn't for the life of him figure out what that little deer with the red nose that lit up was all about.

After a few moments, Hermione entered the room holding two steaming mugs. As she smiled and handed him one, he discovered that it was hot chocolate. He happily took a sip as Hermione began talking, “My parents say that dinner will be ready in about half an hour. We'll just have to find a way to pass the time until then.”

“Hey, Hermione,” Ron asked as he made his way back over to the little stuffed deer, “What is that thing?”

“Rudolph, of course,” she said as if this was common knowledge. Then, something seemed to dawn on her, “Oh! I suppose you wouldn't know who Rudolph is, would you?”

Ron shook his head in response.

“He's one of Santa's reindeer,” Hermione explained, “He helps guide Santa's sleigh.”

“Reindeer? Sleigh?” Ron questioned.

Hermione sighed, “What's the simplest way to explain this.” She thought for a moment and then began to speak again.

“The Muggle version of Santa rides a sleigh around the whole world in one night, and he has nine flying reindeer that pull the sleigh through the sky-”

Ron's laughter suddenly interrupted her, “Flying reindeer? Is that really what Muggle children are told? How did you believe that?”

Hermione glared at him. “If you must know,” she replied indignantly, “Almost all Muggle children, at least in certain parts of the world, believe this. Besides, what were you told as a child?”

Ron finally calmed down enough to speak, “We were always told that Santa apparated wherever he needed to go. It makes way more sense than flying reindeer. Plus, he could apparate back to the North Pole to get the rest of the toys.”

“But that doesn't make sense either,” Hermione replied, “No one can apparate that far.”

“Makes more sense than flying reindeer,” Ron muttered.

Hermione just rolled her eyes and continued, “As I was saying, Santa has eight reindeer. They're all listed in the song.”

“There's a song?” Ron asked in slight disbelief.

“Yes,” Hermione responded before she began to sing the opening lines of Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer.

You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,
Comet and Cupid and Donder and Blitzen.,
But do you recall?
The most famous reindeer of all?

“The most famous of all?” Ron questioned.

Hermione nodded, “That's Rudolph.” She pointed towards the little deer that Ron had been looking at earlier.

“Why is he the most famous?” Ron asked.

“Listen to the song, and you'll see,” Hermione told him.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Had a very shiny nose,
And if you ever saw it,
You would even say it glows.
All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names;
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games.

“Reindeer games?” Ron laughed as Hermione sent him a glare.

“That still doesn't explain why he's so famous,” Ron said after he'd quelled his laughter.

“Shh, just listen.”

Then one foggy Christmas Eve,
Santa came to say,
Rudolph with your nose so bright,
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?

Then how the reindeer loved him
As they shouted out with glee,
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,
You'll go down in history.

“And that's how Rudolph became famous,” Hermione said once she'd finished the song.

Ron just looked at the little Rudolph doll for a moment before declaring, “Muggles have strange stories.”

Hermione laughed a little. “Maybe they do, but they're nice stories. You should see the movie.”

“There's a movie?” Ron asked with raised eyebrows. Hermione nodded her head. “Let me guess,” Ron said, “It's the same story as the song?”

“More or less,” Hermione shrugged, “We could watch it later if you want.”

“Sure,” Ron said before turning towards the doll with pointed ears. “So, what's this?” he asked.

Hermione smiled before she began explaining Santa's elves.

A/N: This is actually my first Harry Potter fanfiction in a couple of years. It was a lot of fun to write. My chaptered fanfiction (it's Avatar: The Last Airbender) that I'm currently writing has been difficult to write lately, so it was nice writing this which was a lot easier. I hope you enjoyed it!

Sunday, December 19, 2010

A:TNG One-shots: Insults

Author's Note: I haven't been too good about posting these here.  There are four more to go after this one.  I think this is actually the shortest of them all.  Also, sorry that a new chapter of A:TNG hasn't been posted in a while.  This next chapter is really hard for me to write.  I should have a Harry Potter Christmas one-shot up tomorrow hopefully though.

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"He's weird looking." Those were the first words out of four year old Kazuna's mouth the first time she saw her little brother, Kuuya.

"He's a newborn baby, honey." Katara smiled at her daughter as she held her newly born son. "That's what newborns look like."

"He'll grow. Someday he'll be the same age you are now." Aang assured his daughter.

"I'm sure I'll have a new way to make fun of him by then." Kazuna told her parents cheerily. "Ichiko said you always need insults ready for siblings."

Aang and Katara just smiled at each other and shook their heads.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

A:TNG One-shot: A Baby's Cry

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A Baby's Cry

A baby's cry was not a pleasant sound. Zuko had discovered this with the birth of his first child.

With his first child, however, crying was only something that happened when she had a wet diaper, needed to be fed, or another necessity.

His second child was now a couple of months old, and it seemed that his favorite pastime was crying.

It was two in the morning, and the Fire Lord was walking down the hall to his son's room. Sure, as the Fire Lord, he and Mai could have hired a nanny, but they'd both agreed they wanted to care for their children themselves.

Zuko made his way to his son's room only to find his diaper dry. He knew he couldn't be hungry. Mai had fed him just a few minutes before.

"You've got to be kidding me." Zuko muttered to himself as he rocked his son back in forth trying to get him to sleep.

Zuko wasn't happy about the many times he'd been woken up tonight. He had a very important meeting the next day!

Finally, Akatsuki was asleep. As Zuko watched him after lying him in his crib, Zuko decided that maybe the crying was worth it.

Saturday, December 11, 2010

A:TNG One-shot: Aw, Sibling Love

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Aw, Sibling Love

"Boo!" Three year-old Ichiko jumped out at her twin brother. She laughed to see him jump in the air.

"I hate you!" Ikuo yelled at his sister. Ichiko could tell that she'd made him mad. Ikuo was an earthbender, and his anger was currently making the ground shake slightly. He was an incredibly gifted earthbender especially for a toddler. He was the son of the greatest earthbender ever after all.

Sokka, currently on baby-watching duty alone, came into the room after hearing the commotion.

"Ikuo, you don't hate your sister. You're just mad at her."

"But she always scares me. She's mean!" At her brother's words, Ichiko stuck her tongue out at him.

"Someday, Ikuo, you'll realize just how much you love your sister." Sokka told his son. "I know I did."

Ikuo looked at his sister, and then turned back to his dad.

"Maybe when she's dead." Ikuo joked, or at least Sokka hoped he was joking. Ichiko pushed her brother and crossed her arms, offended at his words. Sokka just smiled. He knew it may take a few years, but someday his children would realize just how much they meant to each other.

A:TNG Chapter 20: The Battle Begins

Author's Note: I wanted to get this chapter up over a week ago, but because of work, it didn't happen. Hopefully, the next chapter won't take as long. Enjoy!

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Chapter 20: The Battle Begins

Ikuo spotted Ayame ahead of him, and he ran up to meet her. Ayame turned towards him, startled at the sound he was making in the otherwise quiet hallway.

“I see you're ready,” Ikuo murmured as they walked. It was a somewhat odd thing to say, but his mind didn't usually want to work right when he was around Ayame.

“Yep,” she replied a little shortly. He could tell by the look on her face that she was in an extremely bad mood. Who wasn't right now?

Suddenly, he knew he had to do what he'd been to scared to do for the past year. The problem was his mouth and vocal cords were refusing to cooperate with each other.

They continued down the hall in complete silence. It was beginning to become slightly awkward. Finally, Ikuo gave up on even trying to form words. He put his hand on Ayame's shoulder to prevent her from moving forward. She looked up at him in surprise. Her eyes widened as she saw him beginning to lean towards her. Before she could react any further, his mouth was on hers.

He could feel her freeze in shock as soon as their lips were touching. For a second or two, he thought she would pull away. He wouldn't have been surprised if she'd slapped him and stormed off. She surprised him by actually deepening the kiss after her initial shock had worn off.

After a moment or two, Ayame broke off the kiss and crossed her arms across her chest. “About time, you idiot.”

“What?” he asked her in slight confusion.

“I've been waiting for you to do that for over a year,” she explained in exasperation.

“Really?” he asked in shock.

“Yes, really!” Ayame threw her hands up in frustration, “Are you capable of speaking more than one word?”

“Yes,” Ikuo wanted to add more, so he could prove his point, but nothing seemed to want to come out.

Ayame seemed to have become amused by now. She was smiling at him slightly as he tried to figure everything out in his head.

“Don't you have something you want to ask me?” Ayame said with barely contained laughter in her voice.

“Huh?” Ikuo asked. Then it dawned on him. “Oh! Ayame, will you go out with me?”

“Finally,” Ayame said half in exasperation and half in happiness, “Yes, Ikuo. I would love to go out with you.”

“Great,” Ikuo replied as a large smile spread across her face.

“I see we're back to the one word responses,” Ayame smirked as she took his hand and led him down the hallway again. She was beginning to give his sister a run for her money in the sarcasm department.

He walked happily down the hallway with his new girlfriend. For a moment, he'd managed to completely forget why they had both even been heading down the hallway in the same direction anyway.


“Make sure you don't leave here,” Zuko told the children sternly.

They had all finally gathered in the bunker. The children were all huddled in a tight group on the ground. They seemed to feel safer if they were in a small, condensed group. Their parents stood over them as they gave them a quick lecture over safety, as if they could get away with anything while they were locked away in this place.

“There will be guards outside of the bunker,” Aang explained, “Don't allow anyone in, even if they claim to be on our side. One of us,” he motioned to the other adults standing around him, “will come and get you all. Don't open that door unless you know for sure that one of us is on the other side.”

The kids all nodded. The younger ones were all crying while the older ones struggled to hold their own tears back.

“Haruki will be right outside the door,” Zuko continued, “He'll let you know if anything happens. You can trust him.”

Zuko looked at Haruki, who was standing near the door, as he spoke. Haruki looked down, unable to meet his girlfriend's father's eyes.

The children exchanged tearful goodbyes with their parents before they left, locking them in the bunker.

“How long do you think we'll be in here?” Kuuya whispered. There was really no need to be quiet. The enemy was no where near them, at least not yet, and even if the enemy was right outside the door, they'd have to shout to be heard. Still, all of them felt compelled to whisper.

“I don't know,” Ai replied, “But it will probably be a while. Anyone know of a way to pass the time?”

They all looked around at each other. No one said anything.

“All right then,” Ai continued after a pause. She sighed in exasperation, “I guess we'll just sit here then.”


Azula's face broke into a cruel smile as she began to make out the outline of the palace in the distance. She turned towards her father and saw a similar cruel expression on his own face. He grinned at her, “Finally, the time is here to take back what is rightfully ours.”

She allowed herself a small chuckle. “It will be a day to remember, father,” she said as she spotted Zuko's army marching towards them.

Ozai also allowed himself a small, cruel laugh before yelling, “Attack!”


“What do you think is happening?” Ayame whispered to the others. They were still huddled in a tight group.

“No idea,” Hajime answered.

Kazuna held her two-year-old brother, Yuuga, on her lap as she tried to calm him down. He hadn't stopped crying since their parents had left them there. Ichiko felt as if she was about to lose her mind from all of the crying. It didn't help that the four-year-old twins, Toya and Sugi, also looked close to tears at the moment.

Ai reached over for Yuuga. “You need a break,” she explained when Kazuna gave her a questioning look. It was true that Kazuna was beginning to tire of her useless attempts at comfort, but she was still reluctant to hand him over to Ai. Nevertheless, a moment later when Kuuya's cries seemed to become even louder, she handed him over to her friend.

“I hate being in here!” Ichiko said through clenched teeth.

“We all do,” Ikuo send a glare towards his twin sister.

“What do you think the chances are of Haruki letting us out?” Ichiko asked Ai who would obviously know him the best.

“I'd say none,” Ai answered as she hugged Kuuya to herself, “He wouldn't disobey my father. He knows he'd never see me again, whether I live or die, if he did. In fact, he probably wouldn't live.” Then, she went back to comforting Kuuya.

“Wouldn't he want to listen to you though?” Ichiko continued on, “I mean, you could get mad at him too.”

“I think I'd be a lot more forgiving than my father the Fire Lord,” Ai said.

Ichiko sighed, “There's no way we're getting out of here, is there?”

“I would say not,” said Hajime as he squeezed his girlfriend's hand in an attempt at comforting her.

“Hey!” Akatsuki exclaimed as his head suddenly jerked up from where it had been resting on his hand, “Ikuo, has you're mom taught you any metal bending?”

“A little. Why?” Ikuo asked before it finally dawned on him what Akatsuki meant. “No way! I'm not any good yet. It won't work.”

“I don't care,” Ichiko said with sudden excitement in her voice as she stood up, “You're trying it.” She grabbed a fistful of Ikuo's clothes and pulled him up. “If you screw this up, you're no longer my brother.”

“If that's the case,” Ikuo grumbled as he made his way towards the door, “I'll screw up on purpose.”


It was a scene of utter chaos. Everywhere you looked there seemed to be dead bodies. Neither side seemed to have a higher death toll than the other, not that it was easy to count from the emaciated bodies that covered the ground all over the capital city.

A spectator of the battle would view two very well-matched forces fighting in a battle that seemed to be going no where. The Fire Nation Army had numbers on their side, but the rebels made up for that with their determination. It seemed that the forces would destroy each other and leave no one left to actually be declared a winner.

In the five hours that had past, the Fire Nation Army had stopped the rebels from advancing further into the capital, but they hadn't succeeded in pushing them back either.

At this point, there was no telling which way this battle would go.

Author's Note: Only two chapters and an epilogue left!

A:TNG One-shots and Drabbles: Aang's Return Home

Author's Note: I just remembered that I never posted these here.  I have eight one-shots/drabbles that take place in the same universe as A:TNG.  I'll be posting those here over the next several days.  They're all very short.

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Aang's Return Home

"Daddy!" A two-year old Kazuna ran towards her father. He'd been away on "Avatar business" for the past week.

Aang lifted Kazuna in the air and hugged her as Katara came out from the kitchen. Aang's smile became even bigger, and Katara's smile lit up her face.

"Aang," Katara ran to her husband. They hugged with Kazuna between them. The group hug lasted for quite a while. Aang and Katara finally pulled apart slightly and kissed.

"Ew!" Kazuna voiced from between them. "If you're going to do that, put me down first."

Aang and Katara laughed as Aang sat Kazuna on the floor where she proceeded to play with her toys.

Aang and Katara turned back towards each other.

"I love you." Aang told Katara, pulling her in for another kiss.

"I love you too." Katara answered just before her lips touched Aang's.