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Wow, 22 entries? Good thing these are drabbles :P, though some of you were really cutting it close with the word limit. Yes, I checked.
Sorry for being a little late with putting the post up. Mayhaps there was too much fun to be had the night before for this Gryffindor co-mod.
Voting will continue until 11:00 p.m. CDT! Results will be posted as fast as our tallying talents can muster.
Entry # 1
A crunchy leaf is an irresistible thing. Crunchy, large, and lying just there. Even more so when they're that perfect color, that faded from red to not-quite-orange shade. Not-quite-orange like their hair and really, he could blame any narcissism on Fred.
"You know if Moody were here, he would yell at us for frolicking around Hogsmeade. CONSTANT VIGILANCE, don't you know that leaf could sprout fangs-?" Fred starts.
"- and shout the killing curse at me?" George finishes.
"Exactly."
George looks at the leaf.
"We'll be all right, yeah?"
Fred snorts. "Naturally. We're Gred and Feorge. A year from today, we'll be standing right here and you'll be looking at that leaf with that same constipated expression."
"You have that expression too," George snarks.
He steps back from the leaf with a grin. There's no use wasting it.
They'll be here again, a year from today.
Entry # 2
Severus always hated this time of year. His official reason was that the students were inattentive in his class due to the annual Halloween Hogsmeade trip, usually resulting in many more accidents than usual, and the brief satisfaction of taking points from the culprits. He would never admit to anyone that he had to deal moreso with the personal heartache of watching the leaves changing colours and remembering Lily's delight over it. Back when they had still been friends, they would sit in the grounds together and watch the leaves flutter to the ground as they talked.
Severus was standing at one of the windows, watching the sun set, when Dumbledore came up behind him and rested his ruined hand on his shoulder. They were silent for a moment before Dumbledore said softly, "She would have forgiven you, Severus."
Entry # 3
Harry looked through the photos in the heavy leather tome Ginny purchased for the family pictures, after he filled the first 5 albums with pictures of the kids growing up and other special occasions. He smiled fondly at the picture of toddler James awed by Teddy’s hair changing colours. To think his children had all finished school and were out there leaving their mark in the world. James was managing the Hogsmeade branch of Weasley Wizard Wheezes while developing new products. Albus, along with Scorpius, decided to make the Wizarding World better for everyone in the Wizengamot. And his Lily flower was voicing her opinion to the world as the editor in chief of the Quibbler. He smiled when Ginny’s arms surrounded him and she leaned her weight on the back of his chair. “Those were good times” she said. “They still are, love.”
Entry # 4
"I've been looking everywhere for you two," Hermione huffed as she made her way to her two best friends. She was accompanied by Luna, and together, they ran to reach Harry and Ron, who were leaning on the Honeydukes window shop, devouring the massive amounts of candy they had just purchased.
"Want one?" Ron offered as they arrived.
"No," Hermione said as she glanced at Harry who was giving Luna a sweet. Hermione then added, "And your tongue's gone blue."
"What?" Ron exclaimed, a perplexed look on his face. Harry laughed and flashes of an orange tongue was seen through his chuckles.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Luna said dreamily, "Must be the nargles."
Entry # 5
Rita Skeeter was never a fan of autumn.
There was something annoyingly indecisive about the season: the temperature fluctuated between warm and cold, the leaves turned brown and hung half-dead from the branches.
Rita was never one for indecisiveness.
So as she entered Hogsmeade that crisp, September morning, Rita walked quickly, in no mood to remain outside any longer than she had to. Her visits to Hogsmeade had been sporadic at best; they tended to bring back unpleasant memories of blackmail and bossy know-it-alls. But with the recent publication of her biography on Albus Dumbledore, Rita liked to think that she’d won.
Public opinion of Dumbledore had always been… indecisive.
What public opinion needed, then, was a decisive writer with a decisive book to fix its chronic indecisiveness.
So, as the leaves changed colours, Rita took comfort in knowing that soon, the indecisive weather would turn decisively cold.
Entry # 6
“How come the leaves are still stuck on the trees, while at the same time the ground is covered by them?”
Sirius nudged a dry leaf with his foot and continued, “And aren’t fallen leaves supposed to be brown?”
Remus glanced down at the ground. The leaves laid like a thick blanket on the ground, almost sparkling with their intense yellow and red colours.
He shrugged. “Glamour Charm.”
“What?”
“Glamour Charm,” Remus repeated, smiling. “I thought you’d be familiar with it, seeing you use it on your hair every morning.”
“Sod off,” Sirius said and punched Remus lightly on the shoulder. Remus just grinned.
A short silence followed, and then Sirius asked, “Does Hogsmeade really need a glamour charm?”
“It’s a tiny hamlet that’s as old as time, placed in the middle of nowhere, with a Scottish climate.”
“Point taken.”
Entry # 7
„And?“ Albus Severus whispered.
„All set!“ Scorpius muttered back excitedly. They sat next to each other at the Hufflepuff table underneath colourful leaves that swirled from the enchanted ceiling.
“I told Professor Sprout I was going out with Welma, Lindsay and Eugene. And I told them I was staying here to help out Professor Longbottom with the new plants. You, Al?”
“Well, I told Mum and Dad I’d go with Rosie and Teddy to Madam Puddifoot’s. Then I told Rosie that Hagrid and I’d go to Three Broomsticks.”
Scorpius beamed, “We are so set! Everyone is expecting us to be with someone else!”
“Yeah, and who’d think two first years would want to miss out on Halloween in Hogsmeade?!”
“Right! I’ll fetch the Dictionary from the library, and you’ll set up the scrabble board.”
“Okay! Great!”
“Great!”
Entry # 8
It was the last Saturday in October and the leaves were a brilliant shade of burnt copper. Somehow the thrill of Hogsmeade seemed to wear off by your seventh year, and anyway it wasn't as exciting when they could technically go anytime they wished, via a secret passage Dumbledore himself had gifted them. Besides, James had finally convinced Lily to go with him, and as such had subtly suggested they find their own things to do. Peter had squeaked something about meeting a relative in town to visit and darted off, dutifully keeping his distance from the "happy couple." Which left Sirius and Remus on their own, in a deserted dormitory room.
"Checkmate again," Remus said, somehow sounding both bored and exasperated. "Are you even trying at all?"
"Not my fault you're a chessmaster," Sirius scoffed, shoving the board away. "This is boring."
"You're boring," Remus retorted, and, sighing, reset the chessboard again.
Entry # 9
There was a time when they were happy. When they felt that nothing existed in the world but them. The leaves were green then.
There was work to be done for the Order and this meant less time together. They pretended it was fine. The leaves were yellow then.
Suspicion began to set in. Conversations were minimal and questions were accusing. The leaves were orange then.
The funeral for James and Lily was on a Thursday. He didn't come; couldn't come. They'd taken him to Azkaban already. The leaves were red then.
Professor Lupin stood in his office. From his window he could make out the rooftops of the Hogsmeade buildings. There were rumours of Sirius. The leaves had turned green again.
Entry # 10
The leaves were a bright green when Draco first came to the conclusion he loved Potter. It was the first Spring Hogsmeade weekend. Potter was standing by his minions when it hit Draco, the realization that caused him loose his breath.
The leaves were red and orange when Draco knew that Potter would never be his. It was the first Fall Hogsmeade Weekend. Potter was staring into the youngest Weasel's eyes. He looked completely content, peaceful.
Draco left. He decided he was getting too old for the blasted weekend anyway.
Entry # 11
Harry walked towards Hogsmeade, trailing behind everyone. He could see Ron and Hermione up ahead, their hands touching. Coming back to Hogwarts was the right decision for them, they had no trouble at all falling back into the daily routine of being students again.
So why was it so difficult for him?
Why was it so hard to be a child again?
"Careful Potter, think to hard and your brain might explode."
Harry looked up to see Draco Malfoy appear out of a tree, red and gold leaves falling about him. A bright red one managed to cling to his shoulder.
Harry reached out and took the leaf, which startled Malfoy enough to wipe the smirk of his face.
"Are you as lost as I am?"
Draco didn't respond, but titled his head, his eyes suddenly filled with an emotion Harry couldn't read.
"I bit, Potter, a bit."
Entry # 12
“He hurt my son.” Narcissa desperately tried to hold back the tears that were long since due.
“He is the Dark Lord, and will use our son however he feels.”
“No, Lucius. This is different. This is my son! You cannot deign yourself to control his life, or his death. I will not allow it.”
“You are a Malfoy, Narcissa, and you will act as one. We have always supported the Dark Arts.”
“Not anymore, Lucius.”
And just like that she changed. From the Slytherin green she had always known to a more Gryffindor red, mixed with Hufflepuff yellow to become her own person. An orange hue, to be undefined by house loyalties.
Just as the changing color of leaves is inevitable in the fall, so is the changing colors of hearts, in a fall of their own.
Entry # 13
Snape glowered at the slowly simmering cauldron. It had no effect, however, for the potion continued to turn more golden by the moment. He detected yellow hazing across the surface, and scarlet bubbled from the depths. At this stage of brewing, it should be bright Slytherin green, not this nasty Gryffindor mess.
Snape reviewed each step in his head, searching for an explanation. He'd used the pewter cauldron, to prevent a reaction with the acidic lionfish spine. He'd correctly ribbon-cut the rowan leaves. So why...?
He narrowed his gaze at the cutting board, and the pulp caught in the knife's edge. Picking up the blade for inspection, he found telltale red amongst the green. And gold edged the sycamore leaves.
The cursed leaves had begun to change. The entire potion was ruined! He'd have to traipse into Hogsmeade for ingredients and start the process again.
Snape scowled. He despised autumn.
Entry # 14
Neville stood in the doorway of the greenhouse, caught between two worlds. The heat from the building behind him caused sweat to trickle down his back, while a chill autumn breeze blew his hair around his face. The wilting foliage outside was such a contrast to the lush greenery within.
He heard her approach by the crackling sound her sneakers made on the fallen leaves.
"Hello, Luna."
"Hi, Neville," she said in her sing-song voice, "Why aren't you at Hogsmeade with the others?"
"Ah, well.. the flutterby bushes needed pruning."
They stood silently for a moment, watching the wind send waves through the trees so that they almost appeared to be on fire with their vibrant colors.
"They're dying, aren't they? Slipping into a deep sleep.."
Neville didn't respond at first, but as he pulled the door closed behind him and moved to walk Luna back up to the castle he replied, "They'll wake up eventually."
Entry # 15
As the Death Eaters overtook Hogsmede, one lone teenager sat outside the Shrieking Shack. A crisp brown leaf was between his pale, slender fingers, a tarnished symbol of better days.
An eerie quiet settled over him and he was reminded of a boy in an invisibility cloak slinging mud into his pristine hair. The corners of his mouth twitched in an almost smile.
A screeching voice broke his thoughts, but he didn’t flinch. A green light flashed. A yellowed leaf fell from the branch above his head.
The whole world was moving, changing, but Draco Malfoy had gone still.
Entry # 16
What should have been a normal Hogsmeade visit, Hermione Granger came across one of the strangest things she had ever seen. In the path in front of her, near the Shrieking Shack, three people were lying face up on the ground, covered in leaves. Upon closer inspection, she noted that it was Fred and George Weasley, and...Luna Lovegood, all wearing brown jumpers.
"What are you three doing? " Hermione asked.
"Isn't it obvious Granger?"
"We're fall leaves!"
"Get it?! Red and brown, on the ground!"
Hermione smiled at their antics.
"Are you a leaf too Luna?"
"Oh no, I fell from that tree, and I'm watching Neville try to get down."
Entry # 17
They stepped out of the train, looking around Hogsmeade to see what had changed in a few months they had been gone. It was the first of September, but the town was already bright with the changing colours of the leaves. Two boys with black hair, one with glasses, were talking animatedly with each other while one with light brown hair shook his head ruefully at them. A smaller boy with blond hair hovered near the two black haired boys, an eager look on his face. The boy wearing glasses turned and shot a tripping jinx at a boy who had just walked out of the train. He fell flat on his rather large nose and created a jam in the train exit. The four boys laughed and walked toward the carriages. The Marauders were back
Entry # 18
The wind blew the autumn leaves around his ankles as he stood outside Zonko’s Joke Shop in Hogsmeade. Their last dream together had been to own this place. He looked down at the ink drying on the parchment in his hand. It felt surreal to not be sharing this with him. He felt the all too familiar lump in his throat and blinked back his tears.
The shop needed a change; he needed a change. It was hard; they’d been a team for so long that making a decision on his own was hard, but he finally settled on purple.
Entry # 19
Green to orange; Remus didn't like winter, but he approved of this metaphor. Winter this year, however, was going to be different. He'd never before had a significant other through the holidays, and certainly not one so terribly significant.
"Remus, is that your dog?" Morgan was leaving the Three Broomsticks, crunching towards him through fallen leaves.
"He's a stray. Was a stray."
"Are you keeping him?
Remus stopped short to look at Padfoot. "Yeah."
"Do your parents know? Or are you just going to show up with him at hols?"
Remus frowned. "I dunno." He hadn't thought yet about inviting Sirius for hols, but Sirius would either be with him or the Potters. Baleful grey eyes joined Morgan's brown ones in watching Remus.
"Yeah," Remus nodded decisively, "I'll owl my parents soon as we get back."
The dog barked and danced, throwing dead leaves into the air, bringing them to life. Remus thought he knew the feeling.
Entry # 20
Fred and George barely noticed the swirling colored leaves around them. They were too intent on watching the Slytherin students walking in front of them. In about 20 feet he would walk into the prank they had prepared during the night.
The changing colors of the trees made this one easy, they had tied ballons full of red and yellow paint onto the branches of a tree. As soon as the Slytherins were under the tree Fred and George would release the balloons and the Slytherins would be showing Gryffindor Pride.
The balloons fell, the paint splattered and Fred and George howled with laughter, it had gone perfectly!
Entry # 21
She closes her eyes as she shuffles along the path to Hogsmeade. Her classmates have left her behind, excitedly clamoring to get into the village. She prefers to take her time, breathing in the crisp fall air that will soon be too cold to enjoy. She continues on, crunching the leaves underfoot. She opens her eyes and begins to concentrate on the myriad of colors she is treading on. Bright oranges, fading yellows, and dark browns. The devolution into winter splayed out in living color. She bends and plucks an orange leaf off the pathway. She clutches it to her chest and hopes that she can keep this brightness in her soul through the winter months.
Entry # 22
His dark robes contrast the fallen leaves under his feet, bright reds and oranges muted with each step. Autumn in Hogsmeade for many of its visitors was an exciting time but for this particular guest, it was just another season, another school year. He pushes the heavy door into the The Hog's Head pub, his colleagues follow.
"The leaves are changing and our leader thought it was time for a change, himself." Dolohov says after ordering a round. "Fellow Slytherin brethren, I give you Lord Voldemort."
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Entry # 1
A crunchy leaf is an irresistible thing. Crunchy, large, and lying just there. Even more so when they're that perfect color, that faded from red to not-quite-orange shade. Not-quite-orange like their hair and really, he could blame any narcissism on Fred.
"You know if Moody were here, he would yell at us for frolicking around Hogsmeade. CONSTANT VIGILANCE, don't you know that leaf could sprout fangs-?" Fred starts.
"- and shout the killing curse at me?" George finishes.
"Exactly."
George looks at the leaf.
"We'll be all right, yeah?"
Fred snorts. "Naturally. We're Gred and Feorge. A year from today, we'll be standing right here and you'll be looking at that leaf with that same constipated expression."
"You have that expression too," George snarks.
He steps back from the leaf with a grin. There's no use wasting it.
They'll be here again, a year from today.
Entry # 2
Severus always hated this time of year. His official reason was that the students were inattentive in his class due to the annual Halloween Hogsmeade trip, usually resulting in many more accidents than usual, and the brief satisfaction of taking points from the culprits. He would never admit to anyone that he had to deal moreso with the personal heartache of watching the leaves changing colours and remembering Lily's delight over it. Back when they had still been friends, they would sit in the grounds together and watch the leaves flutter to the ground as they talked.
Severus was standing at one of the windows, watching the sun set, when Dumbledore came up behind him and rested his ruined hand on his shoulder. They were silent for a moment before Dumbledore said softly, "She would have forgiven you, Severus."
Entry # 3
Harry looked through the photos in the heavy leather tome Ginny purchased for the family pictures, after he filled the first 5 albums with pictures of the kids growing up and other special occasions. He smiled fondly at the picture of toddler James awed by Teddy’s hair changing colours. To think his children had all finished school and were out there leaving their mark in the world. James was managing the Hogsmeade branch of Weasley Wizard Wheezes while developing new products. Albus, along with Scorpius, decided to make the Wizarding World better for everyone in the Wizengamot. And his Lily flower was voicing her opinion to the world as the editor in chief of the Quibbler. He smiled when Ginny’s arms surrounded him and she leaned her weight on the back of his chair. “Those were good times” she said. “They still are, love.”
Entry # 4
"I've been looking everywhere for you two," Hermione huffed as she made her way to her two best friends. She was accompanied by Luna, and together, they ran to reach Harry and Ron, who were leaning on the Honeydukes window shop, devouring the massive amounts of candy they had just purchased.
"Want one?" Ron offered as they arrived.
"No," Hermione said as she glanced at Harry who was giving Luna a sweet. Hermione then added, "And your tongue's gone blue."
"What?" Ron exclaimed, a perplexed look on his face. Harry laughed and flashes of an orange tongue was seen through his chuckles.
Hermione rolled her eyes. Luna said dreamily, "Must be the nargles."
Entry # 5
Rita Skeeter was never a fan of autumn.
There was something annoyingly indecisive about the season: the temperature fluctuated between warm and cold, the leaves turned brown and hung half-dead from the branches.
Rita was never one for indecisiveness.
So as she entered Hogsmeade that crisp, September morning, Rita walked quickly, in no mood to remain outside any longer than she had to. Her visits to Hogsmeade had been sporadic at best; they tended to bring back unpleasant memories of blackmail and bossy know-it-alls. But with the recent publication of her biography on Albus Dumbledore, Rita liked to think that she’d won.
Public opinion of Dumbledore had always been… indecisive.
What public opinion needed, then, was a decisive writer with a decisive book to fix its chronic indecisiveness.
So, as the leaves changed colours, Rita took comfort in knowing that soon, the indecisive weather would turn decisively cold.
Entry # 6
“How come the leaves are still stuck on the trees, while at the same time the ground is covered by them?”
Sirius nudged a dry leaf with his foot and continued, “And aren’t fallen leaves supposed to be brown?”
Remus glanced down at the ground. The leaves laid like a thick blanket on the ground, almost sparkling with their intense yellow and red colours.
He shrugged. “Glamour Charm.”
“What?”
“Glamour Charm,” Remus repeated, smiling. “I thought you’d be familiar with it, seeing you use it on your hair every morning.”
“Sod off,” Sirius said and punched Remus lightly on the shoulder. Remus just grinned.
A short silence followed, and then Sirius asked, “Does Hogsmeade really need a glamour charm?”
“It’s a tiny hamlet that’s as old as time, placed in the middle of nowhere, with a Scottish climate.”
“Point taken.”
Entry # 7
„And?“ Albus Severus whispered.
„All set!“ Scorpius muttered back excitedly. They sat next to each other at the Hufflepuff table underneath colourful leaves that swirled from the enchanted ceiling.
“I told Professor Sprout I was going out with Welma, Lindsay and Eugene. And I told them I was staying here to help out Professor Longbottom with the new plants. You, Al?”
“Well, I told Mum and Dad I’d go with Rosie and Teddy to Madam Puddifoot’s. Then I told Rosie that Hagrid and I’d go to Three Broomsticks.”
Scorpius beamed, “We are so set! Everyone is expecting us to be with someone else!”
“Yeah, and who’d think two first years would want to miss out on Halloween in Hogsmeade?!”
“Right! I’ll fetch the Dictionary from the library, and you’ll set up the scrabble board.”
“Okay! Great!”
“Great!”
Entry # 8
It was the last Saturday in October and the leaves were a brilliant shade of burnt copper. Somehow the thrill of Hogsmeade seemed to wear off by your seventh year, and anyway it wasn't as exciting when they could technically go anytime they wished, via a secret passage Dumbledore himself had gifted them. Besides, James had finally convinced Lily to go with him, and as such had subtly suggested they find their own things to do. Peter had squeaked something about meeting a relative in town to visit and darted off, dutifully keeping his distance from the "happy couple." Which left Sirius and Remus on their own, in a deserted dormitory room.
"Checkmate again," Remus said, somehow sounding both bored and exasperated. "Are you even trying at all?"
"Not my fault you're a chessmaster," Sirius scoffed, shoving the board away. "This is boring."
"You're boring," Remus retorted, and, sighing, reset the chessboard again.
Entry # 9
There was a time when they were happy. When they felt that nothing existed in the world but them. The leaves were green then.
There was work to be done for the Order and this meant less time together. They pretended it was fine. The leaves were yellow then.
Suspicion began to set in. Conversations were minimal and questions were accusing. The leaves were orange then.
The funeral for James and Lily was on a Thursday. He didn't come; couldn't come. They'd taken him to Azkaban already. The leaves were red then.
Professor Lupin stood in his office. From his window he could make out the rooftops of the Hogsmeade buildings. There were rumours of Sirius. The leaves had turned green again.
Entry # 10
The leaves were a bright green when Draco first came to the conclusion he loved Potter. It was the first Spring Hogsmeade weekend. Potter was standing by his minions when it hit Draco, the realization that caused him loose his breath.
The leaves were red and orange when Draco knew that Potter would never be his. It was the first Fall Hogsmeade Weekend. Potter was staring into the youngest Weasel's eyes. He looked completely content, peaceful.
Draco left. He decided he was getting too old for the blasted weekend anyway.
Entry # 11
Harry walked towards Hogsmeade, trailing behind everyone. He could see Ron and Hermione up ahead, their hands touching. Coming back to Hogwarts was the right decision for them, they had no trouble at all falling back into the daily routine of being students again.
So why was it so difficult for him?
Why was it so hard to be a child again?
"Careful Potter, think to hard and your brain might explode."
Harry looked up to see Draco Malfoy appear out of a tree, red and gold leaves falling about him. A bright red one managed to cling to his shoulder.
Harry reached out and took the leaf, which startled Malfoy enough to wipe the smirk of his face.
"Are you as lost as I am?"
Draco didn't respond, but titled his head, his eyes suddenly filled with an emotion Harry couldn't read.
"I bit, Potter, a bit."
Entry # 12
“He hurt my son.” Narcissa desperately tried to hold back the tears that were long since due.
“He is the Dark Lord, and will use our son however he feels.”
“No, Lucius. This is different. This is my son! You cannot deign yourself to control his life, or his death. I will not allow it.”
“You are a Malfoy, Narcissa, and you will act as one. We have always supported the Dark Arts.”
“Not anymore, Lucius.”
And just like that she changed. From the Slytherin green she had always known to a more Gryffindor red, mixed with Hufflepuff yellow to become her own person. An orange hue, to be undefined by house loyalties.
Just as the changing color of leaves is inevitable in the fall, so is the changing colors of hearts, in a fall of their own.
Entry # 13
Snape glowered at the slowly simmering cauldron. It had no effect, however, for the potion continued to turn more golden by the moment. He detected yellow hazing across the surface, and scarlet bubbled from the depths. At this stage of brewing, it should be bright Slytherin green, not this nasty Gryffindor mess.
Snape reviewed each step in his head, searching for an explanation. He'd used the pewter cauldron, to prevent a reaction with the acidic lionfish spine. He'd correctly ribbon-cut the rowan leaves. So why...?
He narrowed his gaze at the cutting board, and the pulp caught in the knife's edge. Picking up the blade for inspection, he found telltale red amongst the green. And gold edged the sycamore leaves.
The cursed leaves had begun to change. The entire potion was ruined! He'd have to traipse into Hogsmeade for ingredients and start the process again.
Snape scowled. He despised autumn.
Entry # 14
Neville stood in the doorway of the greenhouse, caught between two worlds. The heat from the building behind him caused sweat to trickle down his back, while a chill autumn breeze blew his hair around his face. The wilting foliage outside was such a contrast to the lush greenery within.
He heard her approach by the crackling sound her sneakers made on the fallen leaves.
"Hello, Luna."
"Hi, Neville," she said in her sing-song voice, "Why aren't you at Hogsmeade with the others?"
"Ah, well.. the flutterby bushes needed pruning."
They stood silently for a moment, watching the wind send waves through the trees so that they almost appeared to be on fire with their vibrant colors.
"They're dying, aren't they? Slipping into a deep sleep.."
Neville didn't respond at first, but as he pulled the door closed behind him and moved to walk Luna back up to the castle he replied, "They'll wake up eventually."
Entry # 15
As the Death Eaters overtook Hogsmede, one lone teenager sat outside the Shrieking Shack. A crisp brown leaf was between his pale, slender fingers, a tarnished symbol of better days.
An eerie quiet settled over him and he was reminded of a boy in an invisibility cloak slinging mud into his pristine hair. The corners of his mouth twitched in an almost smile.
A screeching voice broke his thoughts, but he didn’t flinch. A green light flashed. A yellowed leaf fell from the branch above his head.
The whole world was moving, changing, but Draco Malfoy had gone still.
Entry # 16
What should have been a normal Hogsmeade visit, Hermione Granger came across one of the strangest things she had ever seen. In the path in front of her, near the Shrieking Shack, three people were lying face up on the ground, covered in leaves. Upon closer inspection, she noted that it was Fred and George Weasley, and...Luna Lovegood, all wearing brown jumpers.
"What are you three doing? " Hermione asked.
"Isn't it obvious Granger?"
"We're fall leaves!"
"Get it?! Red and brown, on the ground!"
Hermione smiled at their antics.
"Are you a leaf too Luna?"
"Oh no, I fell from that tree, and I'm watching Neville try to get down."
Entry # 17
They stepped out of the train, looking around Hogsmeade to see what had changed in a few months they had been gone. It was the first of September, but the town was already bright with the changing colours of the leaves. Two boys with black hair, one with glasses, were talking animatedly with each other while one with light brown hair shook his head ruefully at them. A smaller boy with blond hair hovered near the two black haired boys, an eager look on his face. The boy wearing glasses turned and shot a tripping jinx at a boy who had just walked out of the train. He fell flat on his rather large nose and created a jam in the train exit. The four boys laughed and walked toward the carriages. The Marauders were back
Entry # 18
The wind blew the autumn leaves around his ankles as he stood outside Zonko’s Joke Shop in Hogsmeade. Their last dream together had been to own this place. He looked down at the ink drying on the parchment in his hand. It felt surreal to not be sharing this with him. He felt the all too familiar lump in his throat and blinked back his tears.
The shop needed a change; he needed a change. It was hard; they’d been a team for so long that making a decision on his own was hard, but he finally settled on purple.
Entry # 19
Green to orange; Remus didn't like winter, but he approved of this metaphor. Winter this year, however, was going to be different. He'd never before had a significant other through the holidays, and certainly not one so terribly significant.
"Remus, is that your dog?" Morgan was leaving the Three Broomsticks, crunching towards him through fallen leaves.
"He's a stray. Was a stray."
"Are you keeping him?
Remus stopped short to look at Padfoot. "Yeah."
"Do your parents know? Or are you just going to show up with him at hols?"
Remus frowned. "I dunno." He hadn't thought yet about inviting Sirius for hols, but Sirius would either be with him or the Potters. Baleful grey eyes joined Morgan's brown ones in watching Remus.
"Yeah," Remus nodded decisively, "I'll owl my parents soon as we get back."
The dog barked and danced, throwing dead leaves into the air, bringing them to life. Remus thought he knew the feeling.
Entry # 20
Fred and George barely noticed the swirling colored leaves around them. They were too intent on watching the Slytherin students walking in front of them. In about 20 feet he would walk into the prank they had prepared during the night.
The changing colors of the trees made this one easy, they had tied ballons full of red and yellow paint onto the branches of a tree. As soon as the Slytherins were under the tree Fred and George would release the balloons and the Slytherins would be showing Gryffindor Pride.
The balloons fell, the paint splattered and Fred and George howled with laughter, it had gone perfectly!
Entry # 21
She closes her eyes as she shuffles along the path to Hogsmeade. Her classmates have left her behind, excitedly clamoring to get into the village. She prefers to take her time, breathing in the crisp fall air that will soon be too cold to enjoy. She continues on, crunching the leaves underfoot. She opens her eyes and begins to concentrate on the myriad of colors she is treading on. Bright oranges, fading yellows, and dark browns. The devolution into winter splayed out in living color. She bends and plucks an orange leaf off the pathway. She clutches it to her chest and hopes that she can keep this brightness in her soul through the winter months.
Entry # 22
His dark robes contrast the fallen leaves under his feet, bright reds and oranges muted with each step. Autumn in Hogsmeade for many of its visitors was an exciting time but for this particular guest, it was just another season, another school year. He pushes the heavy door into the The Hog's Head pub, his colleagues follow.
"The leaves are changing and our leader thought it was time for a change, himself." Dolohov says after ordering a round. "Fellow Slytherin brethren, I give you Lord Voldemort."
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