Planning Party Games: Drarry

Tattoos and The Feelings That Invoke Them

As the fabric started to lift a mural of a forest came into view, it was beautiful. The trees were of great variety and were quite tall, glowing mushrooms ascending up the trunks. In the forest floor there were patches of lilies, receiving moonlight through the branches above. In the middle of the largest patch stood a stag. Upon further inspection, along the treeline you could see a large black wolf running alongside a warewolf. There was also a seemingly glowing full moon.

But the peculiar thing was that it was all moving, the stag blinking, the wolfs' fur moving in the wind, much like the leaves and the lilies. If one thought about it, they would easily realize that it was a memorial to Harry's loved ones, a very spectacular one, too.

"Wow" Hermione said, the first one to speak. He felt awkward having everyone stare at his bare pecs so he decided to go into the story that lead him to get them.

"About a month after the war I started feeling really guilty that they were gone, it was eating away at my happiness so I figured if I got this it would feel like they are always with me" after hearing this they snapped out of their trances and eyed Harry a with concern. "After having the tattoo for what, almost two months now, I have found that it does help with the loss. A good way to remember them in their prime, not their bodies." At this they all smiled rememberingly at the fond memories they shared with each of them.

"That's beautiful, dear" Mrs. Weasley said, eyes glassy from thinking about her school days.

"It really is, Harry" Hermione said, glancing back to the intricate work taking up half her friends torso.

"And look at those muscles!" Ginny said, attempting to break the tension.

Everyone broke down into a fit of giggles, still admiring Harry's toned torso. Still laughing he commented, "I guess that's what happens when you fight strangers with big wooden sticks." And continued to laugh, but the Weasley's grew confused expressions on their faces, hinting Harry to explain.

"Bojutsu, it's a martial arts form that involves a bo staff." He explained, walking towards his trunk. He came back around the corner with his shirt reapplied and carrying a six foot wooden stick, leveling with the top of Harry's head.

"And you do what with that?" Ron questioned, curious about the abilities of his friend.

Harry shrugged and began to spin the staff displaying how he would move it while fighting. He stopped after a minute or two, trying to decrease the risk of breaking something and glanced back at the group.

"From skinny nerd in trainers to buff man with impeccable fashion sense and is trained in martial arts, how you have changed Harry" Hermione remarked, beginning to chuckle for a second time.

"Agreed" Ginny smirked, shaking her head at the hilarity. "And your hair looks quite nice too, cleanly shaved sides, combed long top, how you have changed indeed"

"Don't forget about the tattoos, by the way, how long did the one on you chest take?" Ron asked, curious at how long Harry could bare having a needle stab into him.

"Nine sessions of three and a half hours, plus a little extra on the last one, I think it was worth it though." He responded blandly.

"Bloody hell, mate." Ron said shaking his head. "You must've been awfully sore, having a needle prodding at your skin that long, eh?"

"Nothing I couldn't bare, no" he said "It's all about location which is why this one..." He said while pulling up his right pant leg "hurt the most."

Upon pulling up the pant leg he revealed what looked to be a constellation pattern "It's of the Canis Major constellation, and this is Sirius" he said pointing to a slightly larger dot in the ensemble. "Another remembrance tattoo."

"You never fail to shock me, Harry." Mrs. Weasley commented, "Although, I must say, it is very touching" she said while smiling warmly.

*****

He had let down the scrunched portion of his trousers and began a normal conversation at the dining table, sipping on tea. He had arrived at four thirty and the conversation about his tattoos had gone on for another thirty,
making it around five. The joke shop and Mr. Weasley's job stopped at five so their arrival was due sometime soon. And with a closing statement on the chudley cannons from Ron, there was a thump in the living room.

"Hello Weasleys, and Hermione of course!" Echoed through the house, meaning that Arthur had arrived from the ministry. He rounded the stairwell to find the normal crowd with the addition of Harry.

"Why hello Harry! Look at what has become of you, quite the daper young man!" He finished excitedly, walking to shake Harry's hand.

"Hello, sir" Harry greeted in return, shaking his hand, slightly flustered from yet another compliment.

"Please, call me Arthur, we're all adults here" he assured. He made his way to sit at one of the unoccupied ends of the table. "Glad to have you here, Harry"

For the second time, a thump echoed through the house, spouting from the living space. "Sorry I'm late mum, I haven't missed dinner, have I?" He asked turning the corner. "Well isn't this a pleasant surprise, I thought you weren't coming back Harry!" He exclaimed giddily, making his way through the small crowd to shake Harry's hand.

"Sorry to put you on edge, George, 'fraid I've been a bit preoccupied, he smiled sheepishly shaking his hand.

"I can tell, blimey, look at you" He said glancing up and down taking the changes in.

"He's even got tattoos, George, three of 'em!" Ron explained as if they were his own. He was too excited at the developments of his friend.

"Your list of changes is equivalent to a twenty four inch parchment!" George added, still smiling in his direction.

*****

For the rest of the night they chatted animatedly, briefly calming themselves during dinner in hopes not to choke on the roast Molly had prepared, resuming after cleaning the plates. They eventually migrated to the living area, then around midnight to their rooms.

"Goodnight, Harry" Hermione said gently while ascending up the stairs. This process repeated for Ginny, George, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Soon only Ron and Harry remained on the couch.

"I suppose we should head to bed as well?" Ron asked, on the verge of slumber.

"Let's." Harry said grogilly.