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"C'mon, I know you can do it," Harry said firmly. "Are you thinking of your favorite memory?"

George closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Expecto Patronum." A cloud of silver mist burst from George's wand. George sighed. "It's no use, Harry…I can't."

Harry took his hand and brushed his knuckles with his lips. "You can."

"And what if I can't?" George snapped, frustrated.

Harry was quiet for a moment. "Then mine will have to protect both of us."

George closed his eyes and gripped Harry's hand. He took a deep breath. "Expecto Patronum!" he all but yelled and a shining, silver hyena burst from his wand.

"Yes! You did it!" Harry cried, watching the animal run in a circle around them.

"That…looks different than it used to," George said, thoughtfully.

"What was Fred's?" Harry asked, quietly.

George thought for a moment before understanding dawned on his face. "You think…it's him?"

Harry nodded slowly. George looked away, the sudden emotion surprising him.

"He's protecting you."

The passing of time, rated G, 208 words

Day 16 of @fluffbruary 2022 (Prompt: mirror)

A mirror can only reflect part of them. No mirror on earth could possibly work in ten dimensions. But a mirror can tell stories. Human stories of time and grace.

Still in their pyjamas, Crowley and Aziraphale stand side by side in front of a mirror.

The morning is quiet, the sun warm on their skin. Their eyelids move with the slow rhythm of a summer Sunday.

“Do you think we look any different since we stopped working for Heaven or Hell?” whispers the angel.

Crowley snorts and points at his hair, which has changed styles at least twice since Armaggedon’t.

Aziraphale swats his arm. “You know what I mean.”

“Why?”

“Well, it was a colossal change in our lives. And yet I wonder if people passing us on the street notice. “

Crowley purses his lips and caresses Aziraphale’s cheek. “Well, if I had to point out something different…”

He kisses the angel’s eyelids. “Your eyes crinkle more”.

A small kiss on the corner of Aziraphale’s mouth. “These lips smile more”

A peck on the tip of the angel’s nose. Aziraphale giggles.

“To be honest angel, you look happier.”

Aziraphale smiles and looks at Crowley with fondness. Happiness looks beautiful on the demon.

“You too, dear. You too.”

Parvati wasn't sure how Lavender did it, but she always managed to ignite her desire in seemingly simple ways. A hand on her thigh, a kiss to the back of her neck, a look and a raised eyebrow promising…things.

Tonight, she'd snuck up behind Parvati while she'd been directing the dirty dinner dishes with her wand and hugged her from behind. Parvati stopped what she was doing, waiting to see what Lavender would do. She slid her hands down the backs of Parvati's leg and she turned around to kiss Lavender, the dishes forgotten. Her lips were soft and insistent.

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Harry went up to the nursery and found Teddy sitting up in his crib. He reached out and Harry picked the baby up and settled in the rocker with him.

"How are you today, sir?" Harry asked as Teddy grasped his fingers. "Shall we have a story?" Teddy babbled at him, which Harry took to mean yes. "Ok. So Hagrid loves animals…when I was in my first year, he got a dragon's egg. He thought he was going to raise that dragon himself, can you believe it? Luckily Charlie came to get it before anyone else at Hogwarts found out…"

“How are you feeling, love?” Parvati asked as she scanned Lavender with her wand. “Any unusual pain?” Lavender shook her head and burrowed more deeply into the blankets. “Doesn’t look like anything is broken.” They exchanged a relieved glance as they both thought of other full moons and transformations that did leave Lavender injured in some way. 

“Do you want anything? Tea? Pepper-up?”

“Just you,” Lavender said in a soft voice, holding her arms out to Parvati. Parvati slid into bed next to her, smoothing her tangled curls. 

“I’m here. Just rest,” Parvati said, kissing the top of Lavender’s head. 

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What makes someone beautiful? Lavender spent a lot of time pondering this question while she was healing. She'd been concerned that along with everything else, she'd lost her looks after the battle.

It took her a while to not care. To be herself. She knew Parvati was beautiful, with her long, dark hair, her flawless skin, her almond shaped eyes.

She knew Parvati thought she was beautiful. And that mattered more than the "poor thing" or "it's really too bad" comments she sometimes still got, after all this time. Her girlfriend thought she was beautiful so that's how she felt.

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“I’ve got something to show you,” George said, his enthusiasm evident. 

Harry raised an eyebrow warily. “What are you up to?” George produced a silver blob from his pocket and gave it to Harry. “What do I do?”

“Poke it with your wand.” Harry did. The silver blob morphed into a tiny, silver stag that trotted across Harry’s palm. “It becomes a figure of your Patronus.” 

Harry watched it raptly. “Wow. That’s amazing. Are you going to sell them in the shop?”

“Yup,” George said, excitedly.

“I’m sure they’ll be a hit,” Harry said, still transfixed by the tiny animal.