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    Weekly Drabble Challenge - Theme: Cliches - Results

    For the Monthly Challenge, the Ebil One challenged you guys to write around a plot cliche! For this weekly - your challenge is to write using a dialogue cliche.

    Your challenge is to write a drabble, any character, or era, BUT it must contain, verbatim, the cliche dialogue that shows up in practically all fiction, novels, and fanfiction:
    A year ago, if someone had told me that I'd be doing [blank], I would have laughed and then told him to check in to St. Mungo's.
    You fill in the blank.

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    Winners will be awarded 15, 10, and 5 points respectively.

    All drabbles must be less than 500 words; All standard grammar rules, and MNFF submissions guidelines apply.

    The challenge will be up for a week, and be closed exactly a week later (December 7th).

    All questions should be referred to the Question Corner #4 - Do not post questions here. Only drabbles!

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    Due to a major lack of quality drabbles being submitted to the weeklies, Gato Loco will require that some real thoughtful, original submissions be posted from this moment on or you'll end up like this woman here. That's your one and only warning! XD

    Other than that...have fun!

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    Name: fg_weasley/Nikki
    House: Hufflepuff.
    Title: Nervous?
    Warnings: None
    Word Count: 476
    Character: Regulus Black; mentions of Bellatrix Black and Lord Voldemort
    Authors Notes: I italicized the quote so you could find it easier. I kept it as verbatim as I could, but I had to take out 'doing' as well to have it make sense...

    This was it. His time had finally come and he was going to go through with it. No turning back, no changing his mind, and absolutely no running away.

    Deserters did not bode well with the Dark Lord.

    It was just nervous excitement, what he felt. He had been admiring the work of this brave and daring man for years. He had read every newspaper clipping he had found, over and over, until he could recite them by heart, the paper wrinkled and worn from overuse like a love letter read one too many times. He wanted this, his parents wanted this, and he had to have it.

    No turning back, no changing his mind, and absolutely no running away.

    And yet here he was, ready to take that first step into the world he so wanted to belong, nervous as a wounded animal. Shaking like a leaf and likely to vomit at any second – there would be something to impress The Dark Lord with, his projectile skills. Just wonderful. His nerves gripped at his insides like an anaconda would its prey, squeezing and squeezing until there was nothing left but doubt. Nervous, he was nervous.

    Because no matter how many dreams he had dreamed or how many times he had told himself "I will be one of them" Regulus Black knew in the back of his mind that he had never actually believed he would get to this spot, and so quickly at that. Now that he was here, Regulus knew that he had taken small comfort in this belief – or rather, lack thereof – that he would never really see it through.

    How could he, a mere sixteen-year-old boy, be worthy of the Dark Lord’s honor?

    How could he, Regulus Black, be of any use?

    And most importantly, how on earth did he, sixteen-year-old Regulus Black, ever come to be so lucky?

    A year ago, if someone had told me that I'd be in the presence of the Dark Lord, I would have laughed and then told him to check in to St. Mungo's,” Regulus grumbled under his breath, more thinking aloud than anything else.

    “What was that?” It was Bella’s hiss in his ear, unmistakable, but he jumped nevertheless, a by-product of his nerves. He had not been aware she had been listening.

    “N-nothing, cousin,” Regulus whispered back cautiously, his head bent toward the dirt beneath their feet.

    “Then shut up and stop mumbling. The Dark Lord is going to speak,” she snapped back. Regulus closed his mouth and tilted his head upward just a bit, enough to see the Dark Lord circling, ready to speak.

    There it was again, that coiling anaconda, gripping his nerves like ice, condensing his blood, his veins.

    No turning back, no changing his mind, and absolutely no running away.

    Deserters did not bode well with the Dark Lord.
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    Name: Jessie Lights
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    Title: I Stepped in Some Spew
    Warnings: None
    Word Count: 490
    Character: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Ginny Weasley
    Authors Notes: This is my first Drabble. Let me know if I messed anything up or accidentally broke any rules.

    Harry cursed as he hesitantly lifted his foot and looked at the underside of his shoe.

    "Oh good! You're here," Hermione said with a shrill voice, obviously not pleased he was the last to arrive; leaving them mere seconds before the meeting started.

    Harry looked up from his place at the doorframe, clutching it for stability as he balanced his ankle on his opposite leg. He raised an incredulous eyebrow as Hermione bustled over to him, shoving a parchment and quill into his hand.

    "I need you to take notes on today's meeting," she ordered more than asked and briskly walked away without waiting for Harry's reply.

    Harry's puzzled expression wasn't the only one. Ron sat looking rather uncomfortable at the table in the center of the room across from Ginny who appeared more annoyed than upset.

    "You got pulled into this as well?" Harry muttered to the other two at the table as he slipped into a seat next to Ron.

    "I was told there would be cookies," Ginny pretended to pout.

    "She told me she'd give me today's Potions notes," Ron began to explain but Hermione cut him off with several quick claps for attention. A groan from next to Harry told him Ron was just as irritated as he was.

    "The meeting has started!" she threw a stern glance to Harry and the parchment clutched in his hand then proceeded again with a superior lift of her chin. "Now, as you all know, the treatment of the world's poor House Elves is atrocious. We simply cannot allow this to go on any longer."

    Ginny leaned across the table to Harry who was trying to copy down Hermione's words and whispered loudly, "Much like these meetings." Harry's quill paused an inch above his parchment as he tossed her an amused wink.

    Hermione ignored the sarcastic remark and continued on without a break in her flow, "Which is why I am proposing a protest."

    "Protest?" Ron started to ask but closed his eyes just as several rude comments escaped his sister and Harry's lips.

    Hermione stood grinning, holding four sets of neon yellow sandwich boards with the inscription of "Free the House Elves!" written boldly across them in glittering ink. Stapled along the sides of the boards were some of her frumpy knitted hats and socks. She quickly threw one sign over her shoulders and twirled, showing off her creation then held the rest out to the others, smiling broadly.

    Ginny slapped her forehead dramatically just as Ron smashed his head to the table and muttered, "A year ago, if someone had told me that I'd be doing a spew protest wearing those ghastly signs, I would have laughed and then told him to check in to St. Mungo's."

    Harry blinked once at the blinding signs and replied to Ginny without looking away from the horrendous display in front of him, "I think you should book a double suite."

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    Name: Equinox Chick
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    Title: Alive
    Warnings: Mention of character deaths
    Word Count: 372
    Character: Dean Thomas
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    She is as elusive as running water and as she slips through my fingers I ache to hold on to her. Of all of us she is the strong one.

    She was the one we’d always laughed at, the one with fanciful ideas. We’d never understood why she was a Ravenclaw.

    “The girl is stupid,” we’d all said.

    She used to smile in her unfocused way and gaze dreamily into the distance. I later found out she was dreaming of a future where we could never be.

    I was watching from the sidelines as they’d laid out the dead bodies. I could barely see Fred Weasley amongst the many mourners but, at that point, I’d been about to break, to scream at the injustice of him dying whilst scum like the Malfoys were still alive. I turned to her, thinking she would understand, that she’d be eager for revenge after her imprisonment but instead she’d taken my hand and placed it on my chest.

    “We’re alive,” she’d said softly. “Be thankful we’re alive and that they are not suffering as we are.”

    She had wandered over to two of the dead and stroked their faces. “They saved us, you know,” she said. “Professor Lupin and his wife saved us at the Ministry when we were surrounded by Death Eaters." She faltered. "They have a child.”

    And then, she had done something I’d never seen her do before – she’d cried. She’d endured months of captivity without a murmur of regret and shed no tears for herself, yet had wept for a child she’d never met.

    I had placed her hand on her chest and said, “We’re alive, Luna.”

    I’d taken her in my arms and smelt the acrid stench of battle smoke which lingered in her hair as she’d sobbed a lifetime’s tears on my shoulder.

    Later, much later, we’d lain under the stars together and proved to ourselves we were still alive.

    A year ago, if someone had told me that I’d be doing everything I could to be with Luna Lovegood, I would have laughed and told him to check into St Mungo’s.

    But after months on the run and the horrors I have seen – I have learnt what is important in life.
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    Title: Good Enough
    Warnings: None.
    Word Count: 496
    Character: Hermione, but Harry's in there also.
    Authors Notes: *sigh* Defeated by the word limit once more. One of these days, I WILL write a drabble which I don't have to edit down from 600 words.

    Unlike most five year olds who passed their time playing house with their dolls, Hermione Granger would lie back on her floor and imagine her life unfolding. One day she would pretend she was a dentist like her parents, and the next, she would be a doctor. Somehow, a family never factored into her fantasies. If there was one thing that remained constant in her inconsistent stream of daydreams, it was that she was not getting married, and she was not having children.

    Twenty-two years and six hours of labour later, Hermione could effectively say that she had been proven wrong.

    Hearing the door creak open, she closed her eyes.

    The pregnancy had been the easy part. Months of planning – of painting the nursery and arguing over names, still hadn’t made the whole thing real. Burying her head in her pillow, she sighed, resigned to the fact that she knew nothing about motherhood. She didn’t want to hear whoever had just entered to ask her, ‘what now?’ She didn’t know how to be the person who didn’t have all the answers.

    “I know you’re awake, Hermione.”

    At Harry’s voice, she hesitantly sat up. “What gave it away?”

    “You’re holding your cup of tea perfectly upright.”

    “Ah. That.”

    Grinning, he took a seat at the end of her bed.

    “Where’s Ron?” she asked.

    Harry shrugged. “Probably getting violently ill at the thought of being a father.”

    Hermione didn’t smile at the joke; instead tracing the St Mungo’s emblem on the mug she had been given. It was only tea, but she wasn’t sure that she would be able to keep it down if she took a sip.

    “What’s wrong?”

    Hermione bit her lip, horrified to find her eyes welling with tears. “I can’t do this, Harry,” she whispered, confiding in him the last thing which she had intended to say. “I don’t know anything about being a mother. What if I’m not good enough? I never wanted… I never thought…” She sighed. “A year ago, if someone had told me that I'd be lying here after giving birth to my daughter, I would have laughed and then told him to check in to St. Mungo's.”

    She hastily wiped her eyes, instantly wishing that she hadn’t said anything. It was so easy for him to sit there and tell her that it was alright – that she would be an excellent mother, that everything would work out. So easy to hear; so hard to believe.

    Instead, Harry reached for her hand, and she welcomed the source of pressure.

    “It’ll be okay, Hermione.” She shook her head, but he continued, “Since when have you ever failed at anything?”

    “Third year,” she recited. “You got a higher mark than me in Defence Against the Dark Arts.”

    Harry grinned. “That’s the spirit.”

    For the first time that night, Hermione laughed.

    “It will work out, Hermione. Trust me.”

    Nodding wordlessly, Hermione smiled, at last giving in to the possibility that he was right.






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    Title: Secret (yeah, I'm not in the mood to think up titles)
    Warnings: AU
    Word Count: 481
    Character: Sirius Black, with Lily.
    Authors Notes: I used the word 'shag' in this drabble! Can you believe it? It's the first time I've written it (yes, I am aware that I'm way too excited about this fact). Also, I hope I'm not making it too obvious in my drabbles that I hate James/Lily with a passion. I have paired up Lily with Sirius a few times, as well as Peter... I would say Remus is next, but he's MINE! Admittedly, though, I have written one James/Lily. >.<

    It was a cold afternoon, and Christmas was almost upon them. Sirius Black sat on one of the comfortable couches in front of the fire. Surprisingly, he was the only one in the common room. All the other students were enjoying the recent snowfall. Sirius, however, hadn’t felt like leaving the warmth of the common room. Not even at the prospect of throwing snowballs at Filch as he made his way across the grounds, threatening all those who seemed to be up to mischief. He just wanted some time to himself.

    Sirius' solitude, however, was suddenly broken as the portrait hole opened to reveal an annoyed looking Lily Evans.

    “I am so sick of him!”

    Sirius watched in amusement as Lily stomped over to the couch he was sitting on and plopped herself down next to him, her face flushed and her red hair flying.

    “What’s wrong, Evans?” Sirius asked, amusement lining his voice.

    “What’s wrong? What do you think is wrong? It’s stupid Potter,” Lily spat, facing Sirius angrily. “Day after day he follows me around, ruffling his hair, just thinking he’s so cool and that he can shag any girl he wants... He won’t stop!”

    “Won’t stop shagging you?”

    Lily let out a cry of annoyance. “You’re not helping me, Black!”

    Sirius had a hard time resisting the urge to say that he wasn’t trying to help. Instead, he reached down and kissed the top of Lily’s head. “What did he do this time?”

    Lily sighed and leant against Sirius’ shoulder. “Oh, just the usual,” she said. “Torturing the poor first years... Charming snowballs to chase them as they try to run...”

    Sirius smiled into Lily’s hair. “You know, a lot of them deserve it...”

    “Not you, too!” Lily sat up quickly, knocking her head against Sirius’ chin. “I just had to experience Potter trying to explain his actions. I don’t need you to justify them as well!”

    Sirius rubbed his chin before grinning at Lily. “You really don’t like him, do you?”

    Lily looked at him as if he was insane.

    “Good. I don’t want you suddenly pining over Prongs. That would cause a few problems...” Sirius leant forwards to press a soft kiss to his girlfriend’s lips. “And he doesn’t know about us, does he?”

    Lily smiled at Sirius. “No,” she said softly.

    “Good,” repeated Sirius, “it’s our secret.” He leant forwards again and kissed Lily. They sat there for a few minutes, losing themselves to the other’s lips. Not caring about who could catch them.

    Finally, Sirius pulled away.

    “Sirius, how did this all start?” asked Lily, leaning once more against Sirius’ shoulder.

    “You mean us? Don’t know.” Sirius snorted. “A year ago, if someone had told me that I'd be doing you, Evans, I would have laughed and then told him to check in to St. Mungo's.”

    Lily rolled her eyes before saying, “Me, too.”
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    Title: Senses
    Warnings: None.
    Word Count: 229
    Character: A Muggle-Born being sent to Azkaban for stealing magic, unnamed Death Eater, Dementors [the creatures].
    Authors Notes: Yeah, 'the creatures' are Dementors, and I had to change the cliche a bit for it to make sense. Sorry, no specific character - just a Muggle-born. And, the repetition of 'I could' is done on purpose. It just seemed effective to me ... enjoy!

    ‘Brr…’

    The winter wind whirled around me, biting at my exposed skin. Putting one bare foot before the other, I stumbled through the snow. My ragged black robes twirled about my ankles, and my naked hands clenched and unclenched at my sides.

    Sorrow washed over me as I stopped to survey my new home. I could hear waves crashing against the rocks, and the rattling breath of the distant creatures. Taking a long, shuddering breath in an imitation of the creatures, I took another step. A step that managed to freeze my already blue toes a little bit more. I could smell the salty sea air, but it wasn’t refreshing. Not like when you have a nice daytrip out to the seaside - not at all. I could taste the sourness of my dirty teeth. It filled my mouth, bringing bile to my throat, and not fading. I could see the cold, grey, austere stone walls before me, glaring down at me.

    ‘Hurry up, girl!’ The Death Eater escorting me gave me a shove from behind.

    I took one more step. The soul-sucking creatures converged around me, and the Death Eater fell back.

    A year ago, if someone had told me that I'd be entering Azkaban as a prisoner, I would have laughed and then told him to check in to St. Mungo's.

    But that was a year ago.

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    Title: The Clothes Dryer
    Warnings: none
    Word Count: 498
    Character: James Potter, Sirius Black and Harry Potter
    Authors Notes: Just a cute little drabble about life in the Potter household.

    “So tell me again why you agreed to let Lily go off with Moony and leave you here alone with Harry?” Sirius asked James as they sat at the kitchen table.

    “I agreed because Moony’s as worried about Wormtail as we are,” James answered, standing up. He went over to the cupboard and pulled out a box of cereal. Opening the box, he put a handful on the tray of Harry’s highchair.

    Sirius looked at his best friend. Harry had been happily playing with his toys and had only made a small sound when James had gotten up. Sirius smiled.

    “How did you know he wanted something to eat?” Sirius asked curiously.

    “What? Oh, that. I don’t really know. Never thought about it,” James said, confusion in his voice.

    “Ruck,” Harry said, as he threw his truck over the side of his chair. Sighing, James stood and picked the truck up and gave it back to him. Before he could resume his seat, Harry once again threw his truck onto the floor. James once again picked it up and gave it back to him.

    “Drop it again, and it stays there,” he told his son as he sat back down.

    Harry laughed and knocked his truck off again. “Ruck,” he said.

    “Nope,” said James.

    “RUCK!” Harry insisted. James just shook his head. Harry’s face fell. He looked at his father and at Sirius. After a few moments, he resumed eating.

    At Sirius’ curious look, James explained, “If I picked it up again, it would have only had him doing it over and over again. It is his new favourite game.”

    So, let me get this straight… You let Lily go with Moony to see Wormtail even though neither of you should be leaving the house? Don’t you think that is a bit dangerous?” Sirius asked.

    “I didn’t want her to go. But, you know Lily, she is worried about him, so when Moony offered to take her over to see him, what could I say? I would have gone, but Lily felt it was better for her to go as she is a woman and has a better understanding of how to say ‘the right thing’. “

    Just then there was a buzzing sound from the small room off the kitchen. James got up and went towards it. When he was gone for a few minutes, Sirius followed wondering what he was doing.

    “What in Merlin’s name are you doing?” he asked when he saw James folding tiny clothes. “And just what is that thing?”

    “This is a Muggle clothes dryer. Lily wanted one for Harry’s clothes. She said it just made sense to have one since he goes through so many outfits in one day,” James said.

    “Okay,” said Sirius, his voice holding a note of laughter.

    “A year ago, if someone had told me that I'd be doing laundry, I would have laughed and then told him to check in to St. Mungo's,” said James ruefully.
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    Title: Something Else
    Warnings: Book 7 Disregarded
    Word Count: 444
    Character: Hermione Granger
    Authors Notes: Draco joining the Order after Book 6 is one of my favorite fanons.

    “So, you were the one who let the Death Eater’s into Hogwarts?” Harry asked.

    “Who else?” Draco answered, with his usual sullen indifference.

    The whole point of it was to kill Dumbledore?” Harry continued, staring at his folded hands, in which he rested his chin, not trusting himself to do much more.

    “Why else?” He answered.

    “Stop it Harry,” I said quietly.

    “But Hermione!” Ron half screamed, “He’s admitted wanting to kill Dumbledore, that means that he came here to . . .”

    I could feel Ron and Harry’s eyes boring into me, but I didn’t care. There was something different in Draco’s demeanor that made me want to believe in him. I had sat, half watching as Harry asked the obvious questions, half listening as Draco made the expected responses, when I noticed it. Draco answered the questions the way we all knew he would, but I happened to catch his eye, for the briefest moment. There was a flicker of doubt, mingled with regret. It was there and gone in an instant. He gave me a look of deep hatred, when he realised I had seen it, and then lowered his eyes.

    Then, it dawned on me. If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be standing up for Draco Malfoy, I would have laughed and then told him to check in to St. Mungo’s.

    “He came here seeking Sanctuary, Ronald,” I said, not allowing him to finish his thoughts. “I’m sorry Harry but I think you are asking the wrong questions. Draco . . .”

    I noticed Draco’s face twinge when I said his first name. No filthy Mudblood had ever taken such a liberty before, apparently, but I continued undeterred.

    “Draco,” I repeated more forcibly this time, “we already know that you attempted to kill Dumbledore various times and failed. We also know that the other Death Eaters expected you to kill him, even though they had ample opportunity to do so. I think the only real question we need answered is why? Why did they expect you to be the one to kill Dumbledore?”

    “What possible difference could that make Hermione?” Harry asked, the strain of the last few days making his words sound forced.

    “It’s the only question we need answered, Harry,” I replied, looking at Draco who sat with his head slung down, looking defeated.

    “I think we already have our answer, Harry.” I said, looking at Ron as well. “Draco’s been as much of a victim of Voldemort as we have.”

    I wasn’t sure why I knew this, but I did. Draco needed our protection and I would make sure he got it.

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    First Place:
    Good Enough by lily_evans34 of Ravenclaw
    This drabble was not only very well written, but believable. I can completely see Hermione Granger-Weasley having this kind of mini!meltdown after giving birth, and Harry making her feel better. Furthermore, the line about DADA brings back the canon we all love.
    Lovely!

    Second Place:
    The Clothes Dryer by mudbloodproud of Hufflepuff
    This is another believable drabble, and quite hilarious. Terri did a good job in choosing the characters and situation. In addition, the entire drabble flows in natural dialogue/speech.

    Third Place:
    Nervous? by fg_weasley of Hufflepuff
    Nikki not only wrote a lovely drabble using Regulus' POV but also used canon. Lovely.

    Honorauble Mentions:
    I Stepped in Some Spew by Jessie Lights of Ravenclaw
    Secret by Azhure of Ravenclaw


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