On a side note, I refuse to believe your third request is anything but canon, damn it!
Aaaand apparently for this AU, Which takes place post DH everyone is the same age.
Zuko was born in Azkaban. Zuko’s mom was dead now. If Zuko’s mom weren’t dead, she would hunt him down and kill him.
He fiddled with the yellow and black tie and kept his head down.
No one knew who his father was. His mom was married, but he didn’t know if that even mattered, and now, she wasn’t telling anyone. Bellatrix Lestrange’s son couldn’t even claim to be a Pureblood. It was a disgrace. He felt vaguely ashamed it didn’t matter to him.
Zuko clasped his wand in his pocket and fingered the carving on the handle. It was his Uncle Iroh’s great grandfather’s.
Uncle Iroh’s great grandfather had been a Hufflepuff. This was his fault.
Never give up without a fight.
He wondered if his mom even knew he existed. She’d been so crazy for so long, and besides, that’s what war orphanages were for.
Most people there had families killed by someone named Lestange.
The common room was a bright, sunny yellow that made him crave windows and air. But it was underground. There were no windows. There was nothing but yellow and laughing people.
As a girl flung herself down onto the sofa beside him, it almost toppled over under the force of her. She was tiny. She shouldn’t be able to do that. “So what’s with the ponytail?” She asked, grabbing it.
Zuko pried her hand off, but her fingers came away with a few black strands. “It’s mine!” he yelped.
“Yeah yeah yeah.” She folded her arms and propped up her feet on his lap. “So everyone’s talking about you.”
“Great.”
“Stop it.” She winked at him, and he squinted, trying to figure out what was wrong with her eyes. “Tonight, you and me are finding a way out of here.”
“What?” he stared at her blankly.
She punched his arm. “I hear there are all kinds of secret passages around!”
Zuko pressed himself into the sofa cushions, away from her, his eyes darting over the room miserably before he nodded. She was going to be his friend whether he liked it or not.
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branchandroot
Oh Come On, Of Course Zuko’s a HufflePuff
Date: 2010-10-02 02:27 pm (UTC)Aaaand apparently for this AU, Which takes place post DH everyone is the same age.
Zuko was born in Azkaban. Zuko’s mom was dead now. If Zuko’s mom weren’t dead, she would hunt him down and kill him.
He fiddled with the yellow and black tie and kept his head down.
No one knew who his father was. His mom was married, but he didn’t know if that even mattered, and now, she wasn’t telling anyone. Bellatrix Lestrange’s son couldn’t even claim to be a Pureblood. It was a disgrace. He felt vaguely ashamed it didn’t matter to him.
Zuko clasped his wand in his pocket and fingered the carving on the handle. It was his Uncle Iroh’s great grandfather’s.
Uncle Iroh’s great grandfather had been a Hufflepuff. This was his fault.
Never give up without a fight.
He wondered if his mom even knew he existed. She’d been so crazy for so long, and besides, that’s what war orphanages were for.
Most people there had families killed by someone named Lestange.
The common room was a bright, sunny yellow that made him crave windows and air. But it was underground. There were no windows. There was nothing but yellow and laughing people.
As a girl flung herself down onto the sofa beside him, it almost toppled over under the force of her. She was tiny. She shouldn’t be able to do that. “So what’s with the ponytail?” She asked, grabbing it.
Zuko pried her hand off, but her fingers came away with a few black strands. “It’s mine!” he yelped.
“Yeah yeah yeah.” She folded her arms and propped up her feet on his lap. “So everyone’s talking about you.”
“Great.”
“Stop it.” She winked at him, and he squinted, trying to figure out what was wrong with her eyes. “Tonight, you and me are finding a way out of here.”
“What?” he stared at her blankly.
She punched his arm. “I hear there are all kinds of secret passages around!”
Zuko pressed himself into the sofa cushions, away from her, his eyes darting over the room miserably before he nodded. She was going to be his friend whether he liked it or not.