Keeping Your Fingers Crossed

[Stud Muffin]

This week, I decided to do something different. After all, the point of this drabble challenge is not only to participate and earn points for your house, but also to better your mental and written skills.

This week, I want 100 words on Keeping Your Fingers Crossed.

I'm looking forward to seeing how you interprete this particular prompt, and remember - creativity, sticking to the main idea, and grammar are extremely important. Your drabble may be as AU as you like, as long as it takes place in the Harry Potter world. And most importantly - I want exactly 100 words, nothing more or less.

Best of luck, my little drabblers! Knock yourselves out!

[Zoriath Mentriad]

Severus stood atop the astronomy tower between Dumbledore and a small entourage of Death Eaters with his wand pointed straight at Albus.

“Severus,” Albus pleaded, “Please.”

A small smirk spread across his face as he turned and swung his wand; sending a magical shockwave that knocked almost all of the Death Eaters over the railing. Draco was thrown into a wall, and Bellatrix was clinging to the rail for life.

“YOU SWORE,” she shrieked, “YOU MADE THE UNBREAKABLE VOW!”

With a slight sneer he responded: "Bellatrix, my dear, I had my fingers crossed" and with that, he pushed her off.

[gigasor]

"Oh boy oh boy!", exclaimed Severus Snape as he sat on his sofa, his eyes glued to the T.V. Snape was watching the muggle news and in one hand he had a lottery ticket, on the other all of his fingers where crossed, all of his toes where crossed as well, why he crossed everything he could Wizardly cross.

"And the numbers fore this week are 1...6...0...1...1...0", Announced the television, Snape Looked down at his ticket and then back up at the T.V.,he couldn't believe what he heard.

"Bloody Hell I Won...I Won!", Snape slowly rose to his feet and then he feinted.

[Hitman Unknown]

“What are you doing Hermione?” Ron demanded as he eyed her twisted fingers.

Hermione glared at him, and looked back to the teacher giving term grades. “It’s a muggle tradition Ron, when you’re waiting for something and really want it, you cross your fingers for luck.”

Ron just stared, bewildered.

------Later-------

“Ronald!! What in the world have you done!?!” Hermione screeched as she saw him.

“It’s the Cannon’s game today. I thought that if your muggle idea worked for you, it would work for them.” He said miserably, looking down at his magically crossed, tied, and broken fingers.

“Oh Ronald!”

[Hedwig]

The Muggle Prime Minister was crossing his fingers for some good news among all the horrible things that had been happening during the last week.

“To the Prime Minister of Muggles. Urgent we meet. Kindly respond immediately. Sincerely, Fudge.” The startling voice came from the very peculiar picture frame on the wall.

“Please, not now!” he thought. “Well, actually, maybe he can fix all this. He’s a real magician, after all! All he needs to say is Abracadabra and maybe everything will be perfect again... no more broken bridges, no more deaths, no more craziness...”

He kept his fingers crossed.

[Freddie]

“How about Penelope? Eh, Lily?”

“Penelope?”

“Alright, alright. What about Bertha?”

“Er…James, sweetie, I just really have a hunch that our baby’s a boy—”

“No, no, no Lilypad. Sirius said himself—that kick last night was too subtle to be a boy’s!”

“But James—”

“No, Lily. Sirius Black knows what he’s talking about.”

“Well, fine, but I have my fingers crossed.”

“Aw, Lil, that’s mean….”

“Sorry for the wait, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, but I come with your results.”

“Oh, good.”

“Yeah, Dr. Meyer, lay it on us.”

“Congratulations, James and Lily—you’re having a boy.”

“Well, bugger.”