Harry Potter, [Audition]

[Harry Potter]

Character Name:
Harry Potter

Type:
Harry Potter (Other Canon)

Headcanon:
I'M HONESTLY DRAWING A BLANK. Like other than the super obvious facets of his character, like his loyalty and devoted love/care and tendency to become real moody and what have you when aggravated and upset, I guess he paces a lot? Especially when he is irritated, or caught up in the heat of the moment.

Relevant info:
Numbers's prompt: Harry walks in on Ginny cheating on him with...Dobby
Took some liberties on this and changing around stuff whoop

Didn't borrow your lines at all Aqua nope

Audition:

“Blimey, Harry, would you just quit it? You’re going to wear a rut in the floorboards.”

“I can’t, Ron. What do they think they’re playing at? We have every right to participate.”

The secrecy was dreadfully unneeded, in his opinion. Especially from them. Did they not realize how much he and his friends had already gone through? Of what he had gone through, just himself, all on his own? Of all the times he had faced Voldemort and narrowly escaped death, of all the horrors and despair he had seen, could they not even make an exception for him? He was in the right, should have been automatically welcomed into the meetings the Order of the Phoenix conducted.

It was not that he expected to spearhead any campaign that they thought of, or to lead any charge or headway that they made. But he rather thought that he had enough experience, had seen enough for his own eyes, to garner a place. He was not faint at heart; he had the resolve and determination, and was beyond ready to step up, grab the reigns, and steer his own path. Yet somehow, they all managed to think that he wouldn’t be able to handle it. That he was still too young.

That was all poppycock. He could hardly believe the nerve. And right now, they were undergoing another meeting right under their noses. Mrs. Weasley had done a good job of swelling up like an angry hen and shooing her children and him away. It was a pity that she had found out about the Extendable Ears. That contraption of Fred and George’s had done wonders – for when it was liable, anyway.


“Yeah, well, what do you plan on doing about it, mate? Bust down that door, all dragonlike, and demand that they let you in their meetings?” Harry sighed in frustration, merely responding with a brief, aggravated glance in Ron’s direction, who hastily raised his hands defensively and shrugged haplessly. Not that he could do that, anyway.

The bespectacled wizard continued pacing all the while, shaking his head. “Very funny.” Some of his irritation and suppressed anger bubbled into his tone, but he couldn’t help it. Admittedly, it still stung that his friends had been so cagey in their writings to him over the summer – even if Dumbledore had told them to be so. How he was apparently favouring them so much, too. And that same man was seemingly ignoring him, paying him as much attention to him as a snotty pureblood family with their modest, ragtag house elf. Maybe not even that close. He felt as if his highly respected Headmaster, a man he looked up to time and time again, didn’t cast that much thought to him nowadays. As to why that was, he couldn’t quite say.

Even after Ron’s mother had ushered everyone who shouldn’t be at the meeting away, both Harry and Ron had trailed back to hang around just in case. Sure enough, after what felt like an eternity’s worth of nonstop pacing and infinite amounts of patient waiting, he could hear the scraping of chairs against the wooden floor from the other side of the door. They must have lifted the enchantments to prevent them from eavesdropping: and that meant the meeting was done.

Instantly his pacing stopped and Harry looked expectedly toward that selfsame door as it opened. Just as quickly, his blood broiled and his eyes narrowed as Snape stepped out the door with a slight flourish of his robes the moment he saw him. Harry gave him a contemptuous glare to match his Potion’s teacher’s spiteful glower, stabbing daggers with their eyes alone until the other walked off without another word. He felt a fist clench and it took all his effort to keep a dry, witty remark from biting Severus’s retreating back. How they could trust that man to actually partake in the meetings, to hear their plans, was beyond him. “He can’t be trusted. Why can’t they see that? It was simply infuriating. But the only response he would get when he voiced his concerns about Snape were the same: if Dumbledore trusted him, then they trusted him.

Well, Dumbledore had to be inexplicably wrong this time.

As the others stepped out of the room, he gave them a nod and a forced smile – Tonks, Remus, Shacklebolt, Sirius – he his lips pursed briefly. Not even a clasp of a hand to his shoulder from his godfather was enough to dispel his uncanny mood, although the moment Mrs. Weasley came up to him, he attempted to smooth it over and straightened.

She wore quite a deceptively sweet smile, he thought. “Harry, dear, would you be so kind to gather the others? You all must be starved.”

“Sure, Mrs. Weasley.”

He wasn’t about to argue, not with the fiery-haired woman. When she was pushed to anger, she wasn’t the most pleasant person to cross swords and he wasn’t about to step into that playing field, not when he would invariably lose it. So, with one fleeting look over to his best friend, he set out to round up the other Weasley’s and Hermione. She was probably in her room, pouring over her books as per usual. So he decided to start with Ginny. Bounding up the staircase two steps at a time, Harry frowned, odd sounds reaching his ears. What was that?

Curious, he tiptoed to the source quietly, blinking rapidly when he came to realize it was coming from the room Ron’s only sister was staying in. Brows knitting, a confused frown painting his face, he moved forward to better hear. He was more than appalled at what he was hearing.

“Dobby, get it out, it’s bloody stuck!”

“Miss, you mustn’t squirm around so much!”

“Ouch! Watch it, dammit!”

A distressed squeal from the house elf. “Ohhh Dobby is so sorry, so sorry! He didn’t mean it! It’s really-“

Okay, that was going overboard. Uncaring of any invasion of decency, he pushed the door open in a hurry. He expected the worst, the most disturbing images ever – and it was a thorough shock to come to find that it was nothing that he had first imagined. There was Fred and George in the corner, supporting each other and trying their hardest not to burst into laughter. They could only manage halfhearted gestures in his directions upon noticing Harry's entrance, and much to his surprise, Hermione was there, too - trying with a courageous amount of effort to keep from laughing as well.

He could see why. Staring at Ginny, and the attempts Dobby was making to clean up the sticky mess that got all in her sheen of reddish hair, he found himself close to rolling on the ground in laughter, too. Had he ever jumped to conclusions there.

His initial astonishment was over with, and he couldn't help but give way to a grin. There were suspicious that it was a Weasley product gone awry, and she just so happened to be the one singled out for misfortune. For her hair, at least. "Ginny, I thought you were ba-"

Her furious glare was enough to quiet him. "Harry, that's stupid. We all know if Dobby was going to bang anyone it would be you." And that was enough to even get him laughing despite the pressures he felt and the ugly monster of jealousy and distemper, along with fresh waves from Hermione and the twins in turn. What a day.

[Eridan Ampora]

1/2 approvved for the troll wwho livved evven if your blood color is shit your auditions amazin and wwonderful

noww tell me your secrets

[Lucius Malfoy]

This was really, really good! You captured Harry's personality throughout - and definitely fleshed him out to be more than a one dimensional caricature! It was an entertaining and brisk read, too - and while you RUINED THE PROMPT, it was a good twist to it to.

Seriously, well done Azzly! I can understand why you were nervous undertaking a character like this - especially one so well known and well loved, but I think you of all people can play him so very, very well.You caught like, his irritable side too - which I think people can forget about. It just lived and breathed him, so fuck yeah!

2/2 approved