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Written for Cat's Birthday HP Drabblethon 5 at mctabby's lj. Recipient: anitaray Prompt: Arabella Figg and Petunia Dursley seek each other out after the events of DH. Word count: 370
Rating: PG or G (unsure) Trust Potter with the entire Auror force at his beck and call to ask her of all people to deliver it. He thrust the letter in her hand and disappeared in Diagon Alley before she could say a word. She'll leave it on the doorstep on the way to buy milk for Mrs Tibbles's kittens in the evening. If the message gets blown away by wind, it surely won't be Arabella Figg's fault and may be the Head Auror will learn for future use to get people's agreement before assuming they'll do him a favor. ~ ~ ~ I want to forget you I feel completely defeated I want to forget you Like you never existed Yet you still haunt me out of the blue Petunia shuddered and quickly turned off the radio, yet the stupid love song's lyrics continued to haunt her during the day. But I want to forget you Start my life anew But I want to forget you For that moment is now due
Unfortunately, the memories she would most like to forget were the toughest to leave behind. In her dreams she continued to be stalked by talking letters, to helplessly stand near Dudley as he was chocking after eating only one minuscule candy cane, to hide in one of those freaks' houses, afraid to move, lest she accidentally touched something magical. Once she awakened to the wailing of the neighbors' newborn infant and felt more frightened than she'd ever been in 2 years since they returned home. Perhaps Diddy was right and she should try this new AAT thing. Of course, she won't go to a therapist – she would hate to have neighbors talking about her breaking down after the no-good nephew disappeared somewhere, probably getting life sentence for murder. Besides, the only thing therapists were good at was parting between fools and their money & Petunia didn't consider herself a fool. She probably should check Ms Figg's kittens in the evening. Street cats always seemed dislikable, sneaky, wild creatures. She could easily understand why they were believed to be witches' familiars. However, lazy, longhaired cats were another matter altogether. Their entire look seemed to broadcast: "I'm domestic and respectable and as normal as you're". Yes, she will definitely look at them. A wonderful, creepy drabble, which archon_mentha has written for me: Prompt: A conversation between Voldemort and Albus Severus. (V doesn't know (at first) who the boy is). |