The prompt and original drabble posts for this drabblethon were lost to my back-up snafu. These drabbles were written on the occasion of my 400th friending.
94. For leianora, whose prompt was "Albus Dumbledore: manipulation."
Securing Arrangements (G; Dumbledore, Fudge; 100 words)
"I'm certain that the International Confederation of Wizards will be pleased to hear you're seeing sense in the matter."
"The Confederation has taken an interest in the Potter baby?"
"Why not? He has done something quite remarkable—and they agree with me on the course of action."
"It seems . . . wrong to leave him with Muggles. He's a wizarding hero!"
"He's an infant who needs the care of his family."
"If he's so powerful, why then—"
"Petunia will take care to control his powers."
"I was under the impression that—"
"Dangerous things, impressions—but you're surely not a man who follows his whims."
95. For lherelenfeline, whose prompt was "Harry/Snape: mango, laxative, tuition."
Passing the Loo Rolls (G; Snarry; 100 words)
"It would be worth the cost of tuition to send him to the Potions Guild for training."
"Or culinary school," Harry suggested, trying not to smile.
"I don't see how this is funny!"
"Well, mango was on sale—and you did tell Dobby you enjoyed it."
"Mango pie, mango chutney, mango chunks in porridge, mango cake, mango chews—has no one ever explained to that cursed elf that mango has laxative properties?" Severus growled.
Harry, standing on the other side of the loo door, forbore to mention that it was Severus who had cheerfully consumed all of Dobby's mango offerings without comment.
96. For lysambre, whose prompt was "Harry, Severus: smooth, books, chocolate."
The Thankless Task (G; Snape, Harry; 100 words)
The books from which Harry had been copying had smooth, chocolate-colored leather covers, and they were filled with questionable spells. Harry wasn't certain why Professor Snape had asked him to work with the texts.
"I mean, I could never cast any of these spells, could I?" he muttered.
Snape looked up from his marking. "Why is that?"
"Why do you believe yourself unequal to the task of casting any of those spells?"
"I wouldn't want to," Harry replied. "They're Dark."
"Spare me your weak understanding of morality. Learn those spells. They might one day save your celebrated life."