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"And a partridge in a pear tree." by eurekashiba for Anonymous
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
20 Dec 2025
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This is a gift for an anonymous, thank you for trusting me on this.
Harry woke on Christmas morning to find a pear tree in his sitting room.
Not a decorative arrangement, mind you. Standing pretty proudly right in the middle of his room was an actual, fully grown pear tree, its roots wrapped in what looked suspiciously like dragon-hide sacking, positioned squarely between the sofa and the fireplace. Snow-white blossoms clustered improbably amongst dark green leaves, as though someone had talked to the tree and tricked it into growing like it was April rather than the dead of winter.
Perched on one of the middle branches, looking equally confused about the situation, was a grey partridge.
Harry stood at the bottom of the stairs in his pants and a faded Chudley Cannons shirt, blinking. The partridge blinked back. It was quite a fat little thing, cute even, with delicate grey-brown plumage and rust-coloured stripes across its flanks, its beady eye fixed on him with what he could only interpret as accusation, as though he was the unreasonable party in this scenario.
"Right," – Said Harry to the empty room. Or to the bird. To himself, more likely. – "Right."
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The smile was always the worst part. That little acknowledgment that he'd noticed her discomfort and found it... what? Amusing? Satisfying? She'd never been certain.
She'd tried telling someone once. Sixteen years old, sitting in her school counsellor's office, attempting to explain that nothing explicit had happened but everything felt wrong. Mrs. Davidson had been kind, concerned, asked careful questions about whether Hannibal had ever touched her inappropriately.
"Not... not exactly." – Eureka had fumbled, hating how she sounded. – "Just. He stands too close. And he comments on my appearance a lot. And sometimes his hands–"
She'd faltered.
"Sometimes I feel uncomfortable."
Mrs. Davidson had nodded, made notes, and ultimately concluded that Dr. Lecter seemed like a very attentive father, perhaps slightly overprotective, but nothing concerning. Had Eureka considered that she might be going through a normal teenage phase of finding parental affection embarrassing?
She'd never brought it up again.
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You'll never know what you got yourself into until you're drowning in it.
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"You're so greedy, Albus. You want to save everyone. You want to win without losses. You want to be the hero and the martyr and the wise old man who guides everyone to safety." – She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping. – "You want things that even gods can't have, and you don't even realize it's greed because you've convinced yourself it's compassion."
The words hit closer to home than they should have, and Albus felt something twist in his chest where he’d been buried the recognition of a truth he'd been avoiding for decades. She wasn't wrong. He did want to save everyone. He did want to orchestrate a victory that left no casualties, no regrets, no painful choices. He wanted to be able to look back at the end of this and feel satisfied that he'd done everything right, that he'd made no mistakes, that he'd been worthy of the trust people placed in him.
But that wasn't how war worked. That wasn't how life worked.