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[The Bitty Meme]

The Bitty Meme

Time to re-explore that childhood (or get one for the first time). Rules are as simple as usual!

૪ Post up your character- name and canon.

૪ When replying to someone's post, go and RNG for option one, and see just how conscious you'll be of the trouble you're in.

૪ You can hit it up further for options 1-11 of wat do, and then, let it rip!

૪ Cue crack, hilarity, fluff, angst- a full spectrum of genres.

૪ ????

૪ PROFIT!

You're Just An:

1. Adult mind in the wrong body - looks like you really shouldn't have drank that potion, after all! Better hope nobody sees you like this, and that the effects aren't permanent...

2. Adorable bitty all rounder - Maybe it was an accident, maybe not. But your size is your age, with all the mental attributes that come with it.

Okay, So Wat Do?:

1. Back to school! First day back, middle of term with a small bullying problem? Time for your bitty to get some edumacation. Play with some friends or get the teacher involved! If your adult instincts are still all there, maybe you could play yourself up as a child genius; who knows? Someone might catch you out...

2. It's adventure time!~ Them kids have all the imagination. Quickly! Your damsel in distress needs rescuing from the dragon! It's time to kiss the bride! Play time has no rules, and neither does this prompt- except for curfew. Mother dearest always said to be back before dark.

3. Gots a boo boo! Oh dear, looks like someone's gone and skinned their knee. This requires a serious operation of silly jokes and coddling, before those tears start to fall and never seem to stop.

4. I think I love you! Young love is just so beautiful. Maybe you're pulling pigtails, so to speak. Maybe you have a crush on your teacher, and you just HAVE to get it out there. The clearest sign of love is always a note, however- just make sure to make that 'yes' box really big, so they know exactly where to tick.

5. They went away. We all lose loved ones, sometimes. Maybe the rents have just split, maybe your best friend is moving away. Maybe the only reply that can really be given is that "they're in heaven now, sweetheart". Whatever the reason, they're just not there, and you want to know why.

6. Off to the circus! Or the theme park. Or the aquarium. It's babies day out, with all the crack, fluff, and panic inducing moments implied. Pet a lion! Go on the Ferris wheel! Just try not to lose your adult companion, or things could become dicey.

7. You're in big doo-doo, mister. You missed curfew by ten minutes. Your Sunday best is covered in mud and god knows what else, and you let rip that new swear word you picked up from that friend you're not allowed to play with. You bet your ass you'll be in the naughty corner for weeks.

8. Big ball of FUBAR. You went and got yourself lost, at no fault of your own. The big kids pushed you down the well, and left you there. All you know is you're in a huge amount of trouble, and a little kindness is going to have to go a long way to get you safe.

9. Go the fuck to sleep. Dreamland is good, trust me. No really- don't get out of bed, you're fine right. There. Its time for bed, or to prepare for it! Bath time doesn't mean run down the halls naked, but if you catch a quick break, I'm sure you can achieve great things.

10. Time to shine! This is your big moment, right here. That dance recital you've been working hard on, the Christmas play, and you're the tree. This is a big point in your life, a time where you can show off your skills and make history! This is it. You're making it happen.

11. Choose your own adventure! Re-roll, or get out another idea that appeals to you.

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((Let me know if you want early Hogwarts or pre-Hogwarts Tiny Potter.))

[God, he hates the Drabwurld and its fuckery. Soon, he trusts this will be worked out; he's desperately colluding with a few different thaumaturges in an attempt to sort it, but until then there's little to do but quietly thank all the gods it wasn't him.

...and keep Harry entertained.

So they have gone on a nice nighttime walk, complete with the Brucolac telling him stories about the sea, and making sure he doesn't eat those berries, and recommending he watch out for that leaf because it's actually an enormous insect. And wrapping him up, perhaps slightly too warmly, in a goodly number of layers, because he's aware that he himself doesn't feel the cold and that Harry may well not want to mention it if he's uncomfortable. He's even brought lamps for them, though he can see far better in the dark.]

Look over there. [He points towards a tree, on the lower branches of which a slender, silverish snake hangs in loops. It's moving only sluggishly, head bobbing in the dark.] Do you like snakes?

[It's not hard to keep Harry entertained, not really. So long as there's a book or paper and pens, he's perfectly content to sit by himself, making no noise, and just be as little of a bother as possible. He eats well enough, but might be caught stashing food for later (...just in case). He is polite and well-mannered, almost to the extent of being unnerving, but as the days go by, he slowly starts to smile a bit more genuinely. There's even the occasional, unguarded laugh.

Congratulations, Brucolac, you are making headway on taming a half-feral Potter.]

Oh, yes. There's a very nice grass snake that lives in the bramble by the stream. He eats toads.

"Very close! But you'll want to trill up on the end, like so," And again Celegorm demonstrated the rapidfire series of chirps meant to attract to little sparrows hopping about, pecking at the feed they'd lain out into Harry's small hand.

There are tiny birds and they utterly delightful. Harry is very good at staying still, and that's managed to lure them part of the way in, but the chriping is rather more difficult. He listens, concentrates carefully, and does his best to replicate Celegorm's call.

Even if they don't come into his hand, he's still quite content to just sit and watch them hop about.

Mortal tongues are not as nimble with the speech of beasts and birds; Celegorm hides his smile, bright-eyed. "Much improved," he whispered, while one of the birds hopped closer.

Elf and boy were on their bellies in the grass, hands outstretched, palms full of glossy seeds. Another of the birds, peeping, wandered close enough to select a seed from between Harry's fingers.

He is feeding a bird. Harry doesn't move, but he very much wants to nudge Celegorm to make sure that he is watching this momentous occasion carefully. The little thing is bold enough that it hops up, perching on his thumb and begins to properly nibble at the seeds - selecting one, daintily nipping along the edge until the meat is freed, and then eating that before starting on another.

"If I had seeds at home, I'd do this on the roof."

Celegorm speaks only in a whisper, his lips barely moving.

"You can always take some back with you, Harry. I always did this, when I wanted to get away."

Harry looks away from Celegorm, trying to keep still enough that he doesn't disrupt the birds. He's got a lot of emotions for a very tiny person and he's not very good at regulating them just yet. It's fairly clear that he's angry about something, but he's trying to keep it in check and be polite.

"Thank you for the offer."

It was by chance that Remus had happened across a young Harry Potter, while he was out on one of his many contracted jobs and assignments. Anything to pay the rent, these days. It was difficult to keep a job that was not Muggle by nature and difficult to live in the wizarding world on non-wizarding salary. And so he established a relationship with the young boy, and the two would meet from time to time, here and there around the town.

It was not chance that had Remus sweeping Harry out of his living situation the second he heard of how he was treated. No, as soon as Harry let slip those details, he stole him and stole him for good, and no word from Dumbledore or any other was going to get him to give him back. The Dursleys certainly didn't mind. And in time, and through some roundabout spellwork and determining that they were very distantly related (which somehow mattered although Remus didn't quite know for certain why), Dumbledore agreed to let Harry stay.

Of course, when Remus had been taking on the child, he had no idea of what might be ahead of him. He'd certainly never had siblings or close family, and he didn't have any children of his own certainly. But he learned quickly and it was safe to say that he was a natural at this. Usually.

"Harry Potter," Remus calls out the door of his cottage to the yard in the back. If there's one thing about being a werewolf that's a plus, the need for the space makes for a great view and play yard. "You were meant to come in half an hour ago, you know!"

((ooc: let me know if this works? :'Da))

Edited 2014-10-19 20:26 (UTC)

"I know!" There's a little voice that peeps up from somewhere out in the back of wherever and a rustle of bushes, but he still doesn't run back towards the cottage. "I got stuck!"

And he's still stuck. Harry managed to get himself well and properly caught in a bramble and he's afraid of going forward and getting even more scratched up, or worse still, tearing his clothes, and going backwards isn't going to help either.

Remus isn't entirely certain what to make of that statement, especially given the fact that he can't see Harry. Stuck? In a hole? Up a tree? ...was there someone out there? Remus's heart is suddenly in his throat as he drops what he is doing and all but throws himself out the door. His hearing is keen, but he hadn't been quite paying attention to where Harry had been calling from just then.

"Harry?" he calls out, trying not to sound alarmed or worried, even though he is. "Where are you? What do you mean, you're stuck?" Remus hasn't been at this parenting thing for very long but already he's got the worst-case-scenario thing down pat.

"I'm fine! I'm just...tangled. My scarf's all caught and I can't..." He hiccoughs and hasn't been crying. Honest. (That is a filthy lie and he did cry a bit, but stopped because it wasn't really helping and he was just getting soggy as well as stuck.)

"In the bramble. I'm sorry, but there was this toad and he went in and I followed him. I wanted to see his home and he lives here, but ..." But, he got stuck and he's all scraped up and it hurts and he just doesn't know how to deal with it beyond cry a bit, then sit a bit, and start planning how to explain his messy clothing. Remus is going to send him back to the Dursleys and it's all because he followed a toad.

Oh, Remus hears that hiccough. He also hears the direction of Harry's voice, and he turns in that direction and heads that way. He keeps himself from running. Keeps his pace steady. It wouldn't do to have Harry seeing him panic. The last thing he needs to do is screw this all up and scare the boy.

"In the bramble?" Remus calls out. Oh, he has a fair idea where Harry is now. How he got there... Well. He was following a toad, apparently. Never mind that Remus has nothing on to protect him from the brambles himself, he's heading straight towards the brambles, straight to the boy who is the only person he has left in this world, the only piece of any part of the life he had known before, when he was happy. He thinks that he might be able to be happy again once more, with Harry. Provided he doesn't scare him off first.

Finally he spots him, and is immediately reaching deft hands out to start untangling him. "Oh, Harry," he says, taking in the sight of him, all scraped, with tear streaks down his face. He doesn't care at all about the state of his clothes. It's the state of the little boy that concerns him.

"I'm really sorry. I really am. I didn't mean to." As Remus works to untangle him, he's quiet and so very sincere. "I just wanted to know where the toad goes when winter comes. He must get cold."

And he's in trouble. He just knows it. It's not as bad as the time he got stuck on the roof of the school when Dudley was chasing him, but it's still pretty bad. He's all muddy and his scarf might be a lost cause.

"I got my shoe, though?" The laces got tangled, but he didn't leave it behind because shoes are important.

Shoes are important, but Remus wouldn't have been cross if Harry'd lost his. He'd have probably gone in to look for it, or even magicked it out perhaps - although he's trying to keep magic to a minimum here if he can.

It's true though, Harry is all muddy and there are tears in his clothes where the brambles have caught and not only torn the fabric but his skin beneath as well. And the scarf will definitely need work, if not replacing completely, with the state it's in. But Remus understands a little boy's curiousity. He used to be one, after all. And barring that, he had some of the most curious, troublesome friends that one could ever hope to have. It taught him a thing or two about patience. This? This was nothing, in comparison.

"That's very good," he says, gently, large hands working delicately to extract scarf and clothes from prickly thorns and brambles. "Shoes are not very good if you don't have two of them. Did you manage to find out where the toad lives?" He keeps his questions kind and soft. He can hear that tone in Harry's voice and it breaks his heart to think of the reasons it might be there, in a boy so young.

"You need more than two; they need to match. I got in trouble at school when I didn't have matching ones." Dudley had lost shoe from two different pairs and, as always, Harry had the leftovers. It didn't really work out too well, but Vernon said that he had tried his best with the boy.

"And I did. He lives in a toadhole. It's not bad. If you're a toad, I suppose. No one can eat you there." It's not too difficult to untangle him from the brambles, he'd just gotten caught and then struggled so that he couldn't reach it himself. Harry had been too worried to call and ask for help, but his plan hadn't really gone beyond what to do once he was missed. Being missed was still a bit of a novelty. "He's got good toad eyes. A nice colour, I think, but he'll pee if you pick him up."

"It certainly wouldn't do to have two left ones," Remus retorts about the shoes, although he made note about the 'getting in trouble' comment himself. Something wells up within him, and though he has very little to give of himself, he would give Harry the world, if he could.

"Ah. That's the trouble with toads, I'm afraid," Remus says, finishing the untangling and reaching to take Harry's scarf off of the boy and into his hands. Yeah, this is definitely going to need a good Reparo. "They have a tendency to do that. And yet they still make very nice pets. Or so I'm told." Remus straightens and holds out his hand for Harry to take, so they might walk together back to the cottage. His eyes are giving Harry a once-over. Once they're inside and he's removed the boy's jacket, he'll be sure to see that any cuts or scratches are tended to. For the moment, though, he's got a little boy to soothe. "Do you like toads, then, Harry?" he asks, gently.

With one last snuffle he wipes his face with the back of his hand and then, after looking at Remus, tries to be subtle as he wipes that hand on his trousers before going back to the cottage with Remus. (Ah, the joys of damp, small people.)

"I do. They're very good, I think. Quiet, nice. I think most pets are good, but I wouldn't want a cat." If he had a toad, Harry is sure the he would be good company. They sit a lot, they don't ever make trouble, and they're just sort of pleasant.

It's alright, Harry. Remus can withstand some tears and snot here and there. He has to deal with blood and werewolf slobber on a regular basis. Comparatively, tears and snot are nothing.

"What kind of pets do you like the most then?" he asks, trying to engage Harry in the train of the conversation, trying to gauge the child's interests and also figure out whether suggesting they might get one for him would be a good idea or not. "If you could pick any pet to have, that is."

"I don't know, but I do think that spiders don't count as pets. Not even when they're big."

He frowns, clearly thinking about what sort of pet would be good to have, and immediately discounts a few. No cats because people throw rocks at them. No dogs because they're too big. No hamsters because they're always in a cage and smell like wee.

"Maybe a newt? Or...oh, a hermit crab!" They have little shells and they walk around on tiny beaches. "Do you think it's too cold for them?"

"Oh, I imagine that there are spells that might help with that, if it is," Remus reassures Harry, as the pair of them make their way in the cottage. Remus hadn't even had a chance to shut and lock the door behind him properly when he'd run out after the boy, it was good that the warding on the place was so ridiculously tight.

Once they're inside, Remus turns and kneels in front of Harry, placing the tattered scarf on the table by the door before reaching for the buttons of Harry's coat. Harry is big enough to do this on his own, but Remus is feeling a little undone. It's so early in their living together, he doesn't want to ruin this. "Can you tell if you're hurt anywhere, Harry?" he asks, softly. "Those brambles were awfully sharp and prickly."

"Even if I had to let him go?" They can't very well knit a little scarf and hat for a hermit crab and Harry is fairly sure that they live somewhere warm. He'd seen a tank for one and it had a plastic palm tree, so that means they live somewhere nice.

As Remus gets his coat off, it's clear that Harry is a bit scratched up, but there's nothing seriously wrong. Most of the damage is to his clothing and not him. "No, I'm okay. S'nothing bad, not really. I just couldn't get out and I didn't want to make a bigger mess."

"Let him go?" Remus asks, not quite sure what Harry means by that comment.

Remus is getting that Harry's mostly okay, save for some cuts that are at this point not even bleeding anymore anyway. He takes his coat and moves to hang it by the door, before turning back to Harry. "Harry. Why didn't you call for me sooner?" he asks, gently.

"When I have to go back, I wouldn't take him with me. It's not fair to do that to a crab. Dudley'd step on him so fast." Harry is pretty sure that's a good reason not to get a pet now or ever. He likes toads and crabs and newts and birds and beetles and pretty much everything except hamsters, but he wouldn't even wish Dudley on a hamster.

"I thought I could get out on my own. I didn't want to be any trouble. I'm really, really sorry. I'll wash myself up and go to my room and sit quietly, making no noise at all, okay?"

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