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All About The Muffins

2008-01-13T20:44:07Z

Title: All About The Muffins
Pen Name: stranglers_gal
Genre: Romance/Silly humour concerning muffins
Pairings (if there are any): Lily/James, Remus/Sirius
Rating: 12? for suggested adult themes but apart from that, it's pretty tame. PG to 12, I'd say.
Complete or Work-In-Progess(WIP): Complete
Chaptered or One-Shot: Well it's a oneshot but I have to split it since it's too long. ^_^
Summary: If there's one thing that Lily Evans loves above all others, it's a good old muffin. She's not particularly fussy about the flavour, though double chocolate happens to be her favourite. Amd if anything should get inbetween Lily and her muffin ... well, that poor sod, I say.
Any warnings?: Fluff, muffins, sillyness, slash, major clichés, Mighty Boosh reference.

It’s all about the muffins.

It was a crisp, fresh Autumn morning and the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall was a bright blue with only a few fluffy white clouds dancing across it way above the four House tables.

It seemed like nothing could go wrong. Well, at least it seemed this way. Lily Evans on the other hand knew better. Pulling her shoes on as quickly as she could, the green-eyed girl raced down the stairs and ran through the many corridors, desperate to reach the Hall before …

Too late. The Gryffindor House table was full to the brim and how Lily was going to squeeze in somewhere along that long, oak table was beyond her. Not only was she unable to find somewhere to sit, today was Muffin Day. And she was late for breakfast.

Now, if there was one thing that Lily Evans loved more than anything else in the world it was a good, hearty muffin. She didn’t care which flavour the muffin was: blueberry, raspberry, chocolate chip, double chocolate – though she had to admit this was her favourite: - any muffin at any time or any place was Lily Evan’s idea of a perfect snack.

Usually on a Muffin Day, Lily was one of the first students to arrive in the Great Hall. Well, you couldn’t take a chance and arrive at the same time as everyone else on Muffin Day, could you? What if all the muffins were gone by the time you got there? No, no, Lily couldn’t have that. So why on earth was Miss Evans so alarmingly late, on Muffin Day of all days? Good question and one with, as Lily puts it, ‘an infuriating answer.’

Her so-called ‘friends’ had stolen her alarm clock after she had gone to sleep last night to see how Lily would react if she was late and wouldn’t get her muffin. Well, ha ha ha. Very funny. What a great experiment.

Not.

Glaring angrily at her surroundings, she thankfully spotted a small gap in the throes of Gryffindor students.

“Oh great, just flipping fantastic,” Lily thought as she realised who would be sitting next to her. This was almost worse than not having a seat at all for this small gap in the throes of the Gryffindor students was right next to the one and only James Potter.

‘Oy! Lily! Over ‘ere!’ shouted the buffoon waving his arms madly at her, his face stuffed with her favourite double chocolate muffin no less, whilst the students around him sniggered at his frantic cries.

Sighing, she reluctantly walked over to the bench. It would be a tight squeeze to fit onto the overcrowded table and therefore that dreaded, ghastly thing: body contact with James Potter.

Lily noted the use of her first name by said buffoon. That was the 22^nd time this year; what had happened to ‘Evans’? Not that she missed it that much to be honest but for your sworn enemy to be using your first name so familiarly … it was slightly odd.

She almost shuddered as he leant over her – far more than he needed to in Lily’s opinion - to reach for a piece of fruit, his muscled arms brushing against her shoulder as she squirmed uncomfortably.

But this came to a close when she noticed the basket before her, glowing with ethereal light – well not quite – and filling Lily’s emerald eyes with joy: the muffin basket! And it was right there in front of her!

Ok, so there was only one left but this was no ordinary muffin that was left over. This was Lily’s favourite: a double chocolate bun of cake-y goodness!

Gingerly she reached out and snatched it, raising a few people’s eyebrows and causing a few smirks to appear on fellow Gryffindors’ faces: everyone knew about Lily’s muffin obsession. It was her most endearing trait.

It was hers! All hers! Despite a near miss, Lily Evans, Head Girl extraordinaire had a muffin!

‘Miss Evans, may I have a quick word?’

Lily jumped and sharply turned around where a curious McGonagall was looking at the flame-haired girl as if she was being ridiculous over a muffin.

‘Oh, of course, Professor,’ Lily replied, and looking behind at her chocolatey heaven fondly, she stood up from the bench and faced the Transfiguration teacher.

‘What is it, Professor?’ Lily asked, curious to know why Professor McGonagall had disturbed her during breakfast – and on Muffin Day: - a dangerous move.

‘It’s one of the first years; they’re in a right state outside the Hall and I confess I’m not an expert in the field of coping with crying children.’

‘Why are they crying? What’s wrong with them?’

‘Well,’ Professor McGonagall continued, ‘As you’re so good with the little ones, I was hoping you could find that out for me. At the moment, all I can understand from the boy is that he’s lost something.’

Lily frowned. She hated it when people cried, especially the first years. As Head Girl, Lily had made it her job to look out for them and to make sure they settled in ok, so when things went pear-shaped the professors relied on her to comfort the sobbing wrecks.

‘Don’t worry, Professor, I’ll go and sort it out. Is he just outside the Great Hall?’

‘Yes,’ replied Professor McGonagall, ‘and thank you Lily, especially since I’ve interrupted your breakfast.’

Lily tried to smile but it came out as more of a grimace. Damn right she had interrupted her breakfast and for some crying kid! Maybe that was a little harsh but when Lily Evans didn’t get her muffin …

Lily strode down the Hall and despite longing for her dark, chocolate sponge god on her plate; she was filled with a sense of purpose. This is what she loved about being Head Girl; it was a shame the Head Boy wasn’t at all bothered about the welfare of the younger students.

“Quite the contrary,” thought Lily, “He’ll usually prank them. I wonder if that’s why the boy’s crying … I’ll kill that Potter if he’s pranked the poor kid.”

She spotted the hysterical child in an alcove off to the right of the Hall, hugging his legs to his chest and crying his eyes out.

She knelt down beside him and the boy looked up, tears streaming down his pale face.

‘Hey, what’s the matter? What’s happened to you?’

The boy shrugged and attempted to wipe his eyes, despite a consistent flow pouring from them at every instant.

‘Alright, I know you don’t want to tell me but that’s ok. I’m just here to help. What’s your name?’ Lily asked in her best soothing and motherly voice.

The boy looked frightened but at least the tears were coming to a close.

‘Pa-Pa-Patrick,’ the boy stuttered.

‘Ok, Patrick, now come on, dry your eyes. Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad. I mean, you haven’t lost any legs or arms or toes, have you?’

That made the boy giggle slightly and he wiped his eyes again on his robes, smiling faintly up at the red haired girl.

Slowly, he began to tell his story.

‘I was … I was in the common room and getting ready for my lessons. I put all my books in my bag and was about to go off to breakfast with it when I realised I’d left my quill in my room. When I came back, my whole bag was gone! I’ve already lost it once before and the professors got really angry at me and … and now …’

Lily could see a fresh batch of tears coming on and she really didn’t need that. She had a muffin to be getting back to.

‘No they won’t, not if I have a word with Professor McGonagall and tell them to go easy on you, ok? Though I don’t understand how you lost it …’

A flicker of something appeared in Patrick’s eyes and he looked down, his pale face suddenly filling with colour.

Lily lifted his head with her finger.

‘Is there something you’re not telling me, Patrick?’

The boy sighed, his eyes welling up.

‘I haven’t told anyone …,’ he whispered.

A sense of dread washed over her. Oh God, not …

‘There are these … these boys …’

There it was.

‘And they, they keep taking my stuff. I told them not to but … but they …’

Lily patted his arm gently and cooed, ‘What did they do, Patrick?’

‘They … punched me in the eye. I had a shiner for a whole two weeks!’

Lily’s mouth fell open. That poor kid! Well, don’t worry Patrick; Super Evans was now on the case!

‘Now, listen to me, Patrick. I want you to do something for me. Keep your head high and ignore them. I know it’s hard but you’ve got to be strong. Can you do that for me, Patrick?’

The boy nodded and as the pair stood up, the little brown-haired first year hugged her around the waist.

‘Thank you … are you the Head Girl?’

Lily nodded and smiled down at him. It was amazing how much smaller they got every year.

‘Will everything be ok now?’

Poor boy. She had been bullied briefly in her second year before she became popular and it had been the worse time of her life so she knew what Patrick was going through. What he needed was …

A flash of inspiration struck her.

‘Wait here, Patrick, I’ve got something for you.’

Lily returned a couple of minutes later with a large, double chocolate muffin.

‘Here. You need this more than I do. Nothing like a good muffin to make you feel better!’

And without warning, two small arms clasped around her waist once more. Lily patted his head.

‘Now run along; it’ll be ok now.’

Lily grinned to herself as she buttered a slice of warm toast. Somehow, at that moment, it was just as good as a double chocolate muffin.

Well, almost.

Lily felt eyes upon her and she turned to her left where, sure enough, a gawping idiot was indeed staring her into the ground.

‘What is it, Potter? Can’t a person eat a slice of toast in peace?’

But James simply smiled serenely at his love. He’d overheard Lily’s recount of the tale of Patrick, that small brown-haired first year in Ravenclaw, to McGonagall and, if it were possible, he had fallen even deeper for that mystical, green-eyed girl.

Lily rolled her eyes. What a buffoon.

The day passed rather uneventfully after that. Each lesson dragged on for hours and there was always a pile of homework given to them at the end of it. Lily knew she was in for an all-night homework fest to clear the shed load the seventh years had received in the past few days and she couldn’t wait.

That was sarcastic, if you hadn’t guessed.

The end of the school day finally came to a close and as Lily walked back to the common room with her friends, she couldn’t help but think of the muffin she had so desperately wanted that morning. She could really use a double chocolate pick-me-up right now …

Sighing she collapsed onto a sofa in the common room.

‘Merlin, I’m exhausted,’ yawned Lily to the slumped girl beside her.

‘Today really went on and on, didn’t it?’ replied Alice, Lily’s best friend in all the world, ‘Can’t wait till the Christmas holidays …Well,’ she said, looking at her watch, ‘Me and Sheila are going up to the dormitory to eat, drink and be merry; are you coming?’

Lily made a face. ‘I’d love to but I’ve got so much work. My Head Girl duties have taken up so much of my time this week and now I’m completely overrun with essays and projects … ugh. You go and have fun though and I’ll see you … tomorrow morning probably! That’s how long this’ll take me …’

Sheila patted her arm.

‘Aw poor Lils! But it looks like Remus over there is also working way too hard so at least you’ll have some company.’

Lily smiled and looked over at the other side of the room where, sure enough, the crouched figure of Remus Lupin was already furiously writing away.

‘I’ll see you guys later. Bye!’ Lily watched them walk back to their dormitory giggling like two schoolgirls (which I suppose they were), her heart heavy. She may be a hard worker, but that wasn’t to say she liked homework.

Slowly, Lily turned her bag upside down and saw the ridiculous amount of homework she had to face in the next 10 hours or so. Lily looked down at her lap where an essay title sprouted from the top of a, somewhat crumpled, piece of parchment.

‘Uuuugghhhhhh,’ moaned Lily which made Remus jump from across the room. What Lily needed right now was one sumptuous double chocolate muffin and if she didn’t get one soon, she felt she might explode.

Or not do any homework, either one really.

“Ok, I’ll just quickly go down to the kitchens, grab a muffin, and head back up to the common room to do my work,” Lily said to herself, despite her being half-way there already and following her feet aimlessly.

Lily reached the corridor where the kitchens lay behind and tickled the pear in the portrait that hung on the stone wall; something she had overheard from those stupid Marauders. So they could be useful after all … though Lily would never admit it aloud.

She walked in and the smells hit her straight away.

It was like being in Heaven for the senses: home-made bread fresh out of the oven, various vegetables sizzling on a hob and best of all, the gorgeous smell of chocolate cake … Lily could stay in there forever.

But no, unfortunately she had to be getting on with that mountain of work. She would ask for a muffin and go before she was tempted into staying here all night.

One house-elf had noticed her arrival and started tugging on her robes by her ankles.

‘Is there anything Naboo can get Miss?’

Lily smiled, eager anticipation evident in her expression and replied, ‘Oh yes please … would you mind making me a double chocolate muffin?’

The house-elf bowed.

‘Of course, Miss, it’ll be done straight away!’

He scuttled off and only a few seconds later, the rich aroma of chocolate filled her with glee.

‘Thank you so much, Naboo! I’ll see you soon!’

‘Take care, Miss!’

Lily almost skipped back to the common room, her muffin gently wrapped in a white napkin, the remaining students in the corridors glaring with envy at her treat.

Opening the portrait hole, she sunk back down on the sofa where her work was splayed all around and sat her muffin neatly on the table in front of her. She was looking forward to that.

Lily glanced over at Remus who was still buried in his work. She didn’t like to disturb him but she really needed to find out what exactly Professor Saunders wanted for this essay. He wasn’t exactly the most specific of people. She would eat the muffin whilst attacking the dreaded Arithmancy homework; it’d give her the much needed energy to get through one of Saunders’ essays.

‘Remus, sorry to disturb you, but can I ask you a quick question about Professor Saunders’ essay?’

Remus turned around from his armchair and smiled warmly at her. She had always liked him best of the Marauders. Then again, the other three didn’t really give him much competition …

‘Yeah, sure, Lily, go ahead.’

While she asked Remus what on earth she was going to write about, something brushed her arm but she assumed it was a fly or something and took no notice of it.

‘Thanks, Remus! That helps a lot.’

Returning to her study area, she sat down in the only space where her work was not covering the fabric and reached for her muffin. However, a problem shortly arose.

The muffin was gone.

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I do apologise about the horribly large number of clichés in there. My writing seems to be completely awful awhen I write fanfiction.
Oooo the drama, eh? Hehe.
:) Thanks and please comment on it. The next part will be up sometime soon! Bye xxx

Application for amor_remanet.

2008-01-13T19:57:47Z

Name: Kassie
Age: 18
Location: US, Michigan/New York
Favorite Pairings: Oh, my… there’s a pretty long list. Snape/Barty Crouch, Jr., Sirius/Remus, Remus/Tonks, Albus Severus/Scorpius, Dumbledore/Grindelwald, Hermione/Luna, Luna/Ginny, Neville/Luna, Tonks/Kingsley, Slughorn/Tom Riddle, Slughorn/Sirius, Percy/Oliver, Percy/Penelope, Percy/Scrimgeour, Bellatrix/Walden Macnair, Bellatrix/Voldemort, Draco/Tonks, Harry/Cedric, Cedric/Zacharias Smith, Zach/Blaise, Theodore/Hermione, Blaise/Theodore, Terry Boot/Anthony Goldstein, and Terry Boot/Michael Corner.
How long have you been writing?: Well. I can’t honestly remember a time when I wasn’t writing, so I’ll estimate about 13 years; I’ve been writing fanfic for almost two-and-a-half years.
Any other communities you post at: It usually depends on what I’ve written, so where I post jumps around a lot, but, in the past, I’ve posted to: remusxsirius, hp_odd_pairings, hp_oneshot, [Bad username: hp_slash_fanfic?,], the similarly defunct slytherinfics, not_the_trio, hprarepairs, one_true_pair, 1000ways_claw, claw_and_tales, luna_hermione, crouchjr, the_ass_ship, scorpialbus, hpfic, hp_shipless, rarepair_shorts, 7spells, and _sulgclub. And it isn’t a community, but I post all my fic at duanya_lesfics.
What got you into fanfiction?: A few months after HBP, I had a plotbunny for a Sirius/Remus, Luna/Hermione fic that I had to indulge; I’d written a bit of fanfic beforehand, but writing and working on that fic really captured me and got me into writing fanfic.
Example of your writing (300 words or less, please):

“Would that I were cheating on you with her, Sirius. Would that I were.”

“What’s that s’posed to mean?”

“Well, that’d make both of us happy, wouldn’t it? I’d get a break from constantly being called a lying, cheating bastard with someone who treats me properly, and you’d get to be right, so you’d have one less thing to drink about. Or one more thing, knowing you.”

The next thing Remus was aware of was Sirius smacking him clean across the face. He made it hurt, too. When Remus opened his eyes to look, they wound up locked on Sirius’s, brown on gray. Sirius was obviously enraged, and Remus couldn’t honestly bring himself to blame the poor drunk. Even if he was being a right bastard to someone he professed to love – even if he’d been doing so on a progressively frequent basis ever since Dumbledore had first cooped him up in this damnable fucking house – Remus had hit him low, made it hurt. Remus had wanted to make it hurt. If Sirius had the right to hurt him, then he could handle it. He could nod and calmly stomach all manner of accusations and insults – but if Sirius had the right to make Remus wish he had the gall just to kiss Tonks, then Remus had the right to hurt him back. And Sirius would just have to handle it like a man. Merlin knew he wouldn’t man up about anything else.

The fact that Sirius was the first of them to look away, no doubt meant that he knew this too. The look on his face said that this knowledge was the last thing he wanted.

“I’m going to bed,” Remus said dully. “Wake me up when you think you’re dying.”

Do you want your sample to be critiqued?: Sure thing; go ahead.
Any challenge ideas?: Maybe, “write the opposite of your OTP?” (e.g.: if R/Hr is your OTP, write H/Hr; if SB/RL is your OTP, write RL/NT, SS/RL, SB/SS, or JP/SB). They had the art equivalent of this challenge as a weekly theme at the now defunct smut_wednesday, and the results were great. Character-based challenges could be fun too, especially for minor characters or characters who aren’t written about a lot; my top two recommendations for this would be Slughorn and Crouch Jr., but they’re two of my top five favorite characters, so my opinion is pretty biased.

Application for Stranglers_Gal

2007-12-31T19:08:39Z

Hi! :) I'm new here and so here's my application ^.^

Name: Immi or Stranglers_Gal though I'd prefer Immi because I chose my screename when I was deeply infatuated with The Stranglers and that love has
rather dwindled somewhat. Also, it makes me seem as if I'm the girlfriend of a strangler ... So, Immi's fine. :)
Age: 16, 17 in May.
Location: East Anglia, England.
Favorite Pairings: Remus/Hermione, Remus/Sirius, Remus/Harry when it's good, Lily/James (of course! We mustn't mess with fate), Harry/Ginny (but only in canon), Ron/Hermione (ditto), and sometimes Draco/Harry. But I'm open to most pairings aside from Remus/Tonks (he's mine I tell you, mine) and Voldemort/anyone.
How long have you been writing?: With fanfiction ... about three years. But I've been writing anything since about the age of 5.
Any other communities you post at: This will be the first livejournal community I've posted fanfiction at, though I did once post a fiction story at youngwriters
What got you into fanfiction?: I read it for about a year and then suddenly realised that as I loved writing almost as much as reading, I could give writing some fanfiction a go.

In no time at all, the werewolf was joined by a grinning Sirius Black who had perched himself on the arm of Remus’ chair.

‘Look, Padfoot, as much as I enjoy your company, I really need to get this work done. As it’s already midnight and I’ve only done an inch of this 12 inch essay for tomorrow due to certain events concerning muffins, I’d appreciate it if you …’

Sirius simply smiled again and put a finger to Remus’ lips, effectively stopping the werewolf from speaking any further.

‘You talk way too much, Moony, you do know that?’

Remus merely smiled thinly at the shaggy-haired boy before attempting to write Professor Saunders’ essay once more. However, although Sirius was thankfully not talking anymore and simply humming to himself most serenely, Remus somehow found this, and the fact that Sirius had just made him quiver with a simple touch, so much more distracting than the hollering of Lily Evans.

Which was very distracting, I can tell you.

Remus turned to tell Sirius to piss off but found that Sirius had too faced Remus, whether to talk to the sandy-haired boy or to stare at him – Remus hoped it was the latter – he wasn’t sure, but suddenly, unfathomably the two boys were staring into each others’ eyes.

Remus thought he must have died and gone to heaven. He had been harbouring a secret crush on his best friend for so many years now but never had he been able to look so intensely into his love’s beautiful, stormy grey eyes. Oh, how he could drown in those orbs …

‘Remus,’ muttered Sirius, the gap closing between the boys at every instance.

‘Yes?’

‘What are we doing?’ He asked before the gap was finally, blissfully, closed.

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Do you want your sample to be critiqued?: Yes, I love criticism - helps to hopefully become a better writer!
Any challenge ideas?: I'm afraid now, I'm still fairly new to the world of livejournal fanfiction challenges. But I'll keep you posted if I think of any! :)

Thanks for letting me post and I hope you let me join! :) S_G xxx

Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge

2007-12-12T01:23:42Z

Title: Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge(fic)/Chapter 1-Helena
Author: http://xumbrellax.livejournal.com/
Beta: None
Rating: M/NC-17
Pairings: Viktor/Ron
Warnings: Adult,Sexual Situations
Summary/Notes: Ron dreames of Viktor loving him. He finds out Viktor and Fluer are moving here to Hogwarts and London. What happens when he comes,what events will take place

Warning Sex Included In This Chapter!

Ronald Weasly. He is the red hair boy, partner of The-Boy-Who-Lived. He is rarely ever seen and doesn’t stand out form the crowd. He is a best friend with smart Hermonie Granger. The special thing about him and Hermonie is that there prefects. I guess that makes Ronald Weasly special. One thing people dont know about Ron is that hes gay. He prefers guys rather then girls. But, there is one man he loves, Viktor Krum.

Viktor,the muscular Bulgarian. He always had a huge crush since he heard of him. He remembers reading an article when he was 11 about him. He drooled looking at him, at the time. He began to study him, his favorite foods, his Quidditch records and his personal things. Then at Year 4 he met him. He met Viktor Krum,they barely talked though. At the beginnging of Year 5,he learned Viktor and Fleur would be here at Hogwarts. They have been assigned to Year 5 for an unknown reason. He was excited ,static and happy to learn he would be coming.

~~First Day Of School~~

Ron sat next to his best pals at his table. They ate and chatted about various summer events. Hermonie seemed to have a boring summer so did Harry. But then he turned to see Viktor Krum walk into the great hall. He was late and everyone had already been sorted. The tall jet-black hair wonder walked up to Dumbledore nervously. Even Viktor was nervous. They talked for a bit and Ron couldn’t take his eyes of him. Those strong muscles and those deep brown eyes captured. Viktor walked over to his table and sat down. He was sorted to Gryffindor, Ron beamed with happiness.

Viktor was quiet and silent eating his food. He didn’t say much and was salting his soup he picked out. Ron just looked at him, caressed him with his eyes. He had dreams about him, Sucking his cock while looking at him moan in pleasure during showers. Harry turned to Ron "Ron, you there ?" he asked. Ron turned to Harry and nodded "Yeah." Fleur was sitting at the Ravenclaw table talking to Cho Chang. Ron used to fall for her, but Viktor was ten times better. He turned to see Viktor was gone and sighed.

He turned to see Draco looking at Ron. He smiled at Ron and Ron raised an eyebrow. He ignored Malfoy turning back to his food. He finished his food and walked out to the stairs. He headed to the common room. When he arrived he saw Viktor upstairs packing his stuff. Ron was shocked but minded his own business. He looked at Viktors tight ass and almost drooled. But he turned away quickly.

Viktor looked at Ron "Hello." his deep sexy voice trailed to Rons ear saying those words. Ron turned to him "Hello." he returned. Viktor smiled "Im Viktor, from last year." Viktor explained and Ron nodded "I remember you." Ron said shyly. Viktor unpacked his stuff "Ron, I remember you too.,” he said. Ron was shocked by far that someone like that would remember him. "Oh,you do ?" Ron asked smiling but stopped and Viktor nodded. "You were a big fan. I never forget a fan." he said looking at him. Ron smiled and looked at his schedule trying not to look into his eyes. He might get a boner if he did.

"Ron,I notice you at the world cup. I saw your smile and never forgot it. Everyday i think about it keeps me going. It was one of the brightest i have ever seen." Viktor poured out from his mouth getting closer to him. Ron felt warm and began to blush

"Thanks. Viktor". Viktor sat next to him "Ron, I haven’t forgot about you. I always wanted to meet you. We talked last year but my lust has grown stronger" Viktor said to him scooting closer. Ron was shocked at what he was hearing. It didn’t show on his face though. Suddenly he took Ron’s chin and turned it kissing him. Ron’s head shot up to heaven and didn’t want to come down. He was so surprised at what was happening he didn’t know what he was doing. Is Viktor Krum kissing me ? he thought and his cock grew hard. Ron kissed back putting his arms around him snogging him. Viktor slid his tongue in adventuring around Ron’s mouth. Ron let his tongue touch Viktor’s as they danced together. On each other embracing each other’s tongue. Viktor took his hands and reached down Ron’s pants.

Ron gasped as he began to rub his cock. He slowly pumped his large and thick manhood. He pumped it into a certain beat of a drum driving Ron mad "Oh, Bloody Hell" he moaned into Viktor’s ear. Viktor giggled "My beast, my lion, my animalistic lover, your member is huge I must say. I have never held something so thick and lovely" Viktor purred into his ear. Ron moaned and began to stutter

"Oh Viktor am going to-". Rons seed blasted into Viktor’s hand. Viktor took out his hand and licked all the cum off. "You taste delicious my beast, my lover." he said. Ron smiled and kissed his cheek. Ron muttered a cleaning spell and stood up. Viktor stood up in front of him "Ron, I love you." he said kissing him more. Ron smiled kissing back "I do too"

They smiled and began to laugh as they fell on the bed. Ron had finally loved Viktor Krum, they now were a couple. Harry had an invisibility cloak and was stroking his cock to the scene. He busted and cleaned himself off. He smiled, he was happy for Ron. Harry walked out of the bedroom part of this common room and took of the cloak.

Ron and Viktor escaped to the Prefect common room,Rons new room. They talked and snogged until they feel to sleep. "My lion, so long and goodnight." Viktor said kissing him as they fell asleep. With arms around each other and love in their hearts

Chapter Two

2007-08-27T21:22:12Z

Title: The Second Generation: Adventures and Mishaps

Pen Name: mousselinerocks

Genre: Adventure/Friendship

Pairings: None for now (no slash or incest)

Rating: K+

Complete or WIP: WIP

Chaptered or One-shot: Chaptered

Summary: Hogwarts survived rivalry, Marauders, Lord Voldemort, Quidditch matches, the golden Trio, several wars, and many other natural and unnatural disasters. But is it ready for the new fourseome of the second generation? When Scorpius Malfoy, Alianne Longbottom, Albus Potter, and Rose Weasley become an inseperable foursome, their adventures will be eclipsed only by those of their famous parents.

Disclaimer: I still do not own anything because JKR wrote all of these fabulous books.

Albus was practically giddy with excitement and nerves as the foursome stepped off the train. Giddy - and exceptionally nervous as well. He knew that his Dad had told him that he would be able to choose between Gryffindor and Slytherin if he was in such a delimma, and his dad was always right, but it did little to quench his nerves now, far away from his father's warm assurances and calm green eyes. If he was placed in Slytherin...

Rose shook him out of his thoughts with a light whack on the shoulder. "Get moving!" she ordered her cousin. "I do not want to be mobbed burly sixth or seventh years." She gave him a gentle shove and Albus stumbled forward.

Scorpius grinned at her. "Quite the bossy little thing aren't we?" he asked. She made a face and stuck out her tongue at him.

Alianne shivered and drew her dark cloak closer about her. "It is so cold here. Oh hallo!" Her blue eyes widened suddenly in pleasure as she saw the figure step from the shadows.

He was a massively tall and muscled giant with masses of tangled black hair and wild beard, ruddy skin, and coal-black eyes that were warm and friendly. Despite his intimidating appearance, one could tell from his genuine smile and twinkling dark eyes that he was not to be feared. "How are you lot?" he boomed genially.

"Hagrid!" Alianne squealed. "It is so good to see you again!"

"How's Fred?" asked Albus. "Has he gotten a job at the Ministry yet?"

"Not yet," growled Hagrid. "Ruddy Head o' the Department wouldn' hire him. Shacklebolt's settin' him sraight though." His face brightened. "Olympe wants the twins ter go ter Hogwarts too - says Beaubaxtons might not be ter their likin'."

"That's good," said Rose with a smile. "This is Scorpius Malfoy - our new friend." She gestured toward the pale boy who stood a little behind Albus; Scorpius looked stunned at the sight of the towering giant and smiled weakly.

"A Malfoy, eh?" Hagrid growled. "Yer dad nearly got me sacked, boy."

Scorpius had the decency to blush and he looked away. "Yeah. I'm sorry about that. My dad said that he was sorry too. He told me that he was wrong to fake his injuries like that."

Hagrid raised both bushy eyebrows. "Guess yer father's changed o' lot then," he boomed. "I look forward ter seein' you in Care o' Magical Creatures - third year. Pleased ter meet you. Now - firs' years follow me!"

Scorpius tapped Alianne lightly on the shoulder. "Is anything normal in England anymore?" he asked her incredulously. "First, the three of you befriend me, then you tell me you don't care who my parents are, and now the bloke my dad nearly got sacked is telling me he's pleased to see me. Is anyone sane anymore?"

Alianne gave him a bright smile. "Lots of places," she replied complacently. "But this is not a lot of places - this is Hogwarts, and nothing is sane here. Come on!" She tugged lightly at Scorpius's sleeve, pulling him with her down a steep narrow path shaded thickly by clustering trees.

"Thanks, Alianne," Scorpius muttered as she grabbed him just in time to save him from falling.

The graceful part-Veela gave him a dazzling smile. "It is nothing," she replied. "And call me Aly - Alianne is way too formal. Oh!" She gasped. The group of first years had stumbled off the narrow path and onto what seemed to be the very edge of an incredibly large and black lake. A mountain towered on the other side of the lake; set upon it was a vast castle with various turrets and towers, windows sparkling and glowing, hinting at blazing fires and warmth within. It was an incredible sight.

"Inter the boats - four ter a boat!" Hagrid yelled as he gestured toward the little boats waiting at the water's edge.

Aly hopped into the boat with a laugh; Rose joined her eagerly. Albus hesitated, then joined his friends; Scorpius did the same. When everyone had settled themselves into the boats, Hagrid yelled, "FORWARD!" and waved a pink umbrella around expressively. The fleet of boats glided smoothly across the calm water; many people squealed at cold water lapped at them teasingly.

But the foursome's boat was silent as they all stared hungrily, eagerly up at the looming castle above. This was the place of their parents, their first home, where they met for the first time, where they became friends. This was where their parents had become famed for their bravery and courage. This was the place where they would prove themselves to be worthy of their name. This was their legacy.

When the boats reached the cliff where Hogwarts stood, everyone bent down low as they were carried through a swinging curtain of ivy and along a dark tunnel. They reached a rocky sort of harbor, and everyone clambered clumsily out of the boats. Then everyone walked quickly up a passageway and onto smooth damp grass before the castle.

By this time Albus was shaking with nerves. Scorpius was also very pale. Rose looked slightly nervous. Aly was calm and serene. They remained so as they were lead through a pair of doubles doors into the Great Hall by Professor Longbottom - Aly's father. It was magnificent - lit by thousands of thousands of glimmering candles floating in the air above four long tables filled with students, set with shining golden plates, goblets, and cutlery. At the very end of the hall was a raised dais upon which there was another table filled with teachers. The ceiling was a velvety navy blue and twinkling with silvery-golden stars, an exact copy of the night sky outside. The first-years clustered before the four long tables in a straggly line.

Professor Longbottom placed a wizened and dirty wizard's hat lightly onto a four-legged stool before them. And suddenly a wide rip near the brim opened and the hat began to sing:

"For a thousand years our Hogwarts stood

Educating all young sorcerers of the time

Teaching them all that is to be tought

Spells, herbs, potions, and how to rhyme

And students are quartered by the Sorting Hat

Into places where they will belong

So listen closely as I sing

Your future depends on this song

Perhaps you'll be in Gryffindor

Where they are brave and bold

With chivalry, daring, and nerve

They make the best stories to be told

Or perhaps you'll be in Hufflepuff

Where dwell the loyal and sweet

Patient, honest, caring and kind

For them to be hardworking is no feat

Or maybe you'll be in Ravenclaw

Where they are clever and smart

Wise, witty, imaginative, and studious

Their big brains set them apart

Or perhaps finally in Slytherin

If you are sly of mind

Where those of ambition, cunning, and power

Will always find their kind

So which house will you be in?

You'll have to try me on

And then I'll tell you where you belong

The answer lies not out but lies within."

The entire Hall burst into applause. The hat hopped off the stool and did a little jig before each table, bowed to the High Table where the teachers sat, and then returned to its place on the stool. Professor Longbottom grinned, and then removed a long scroll from his pocket. "When I call your name, you will sit on the stool, and I will place the Hat on your head to be sorted. Abercrombie, Ernie!"

A good-looking blond walked over to Professor Longbottom and sat down. Professor Longbottom put the hat onto his head, and there was a brief silence. "HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat. Ernie stood and joined the cheering and clapping table on the right with a slight smile.

"Abally, Lisa!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

Professor Longbottom called name after name and student after student was sorted into the four houses. Some students seemed shy and quiet; others were confident and bold; it might have been just Albus's imagination, but the students sorted into Slytherin did not seem to be a particularly pretty lot.

"Longbottom, Alianne!"

Aly walked eagerly over to the stool and almost giggled as the Sorting Hat slipped down to cover her ears. "Hmm," a small voice whispered in her ear. "Teasing and enigmatic, I see...clever and witty as well...resourceful...a streak of mischief...I see that you are nothing if not loyal...brave and adventrous...you belong in...GRYFFINDOR!"

The table on the far left burst into applause. Aly happily joined the cheering students and sat beside her beautiful cousin Victoire, who beamed at her. "I knew that you would be in Gryffindor!" she cried as she hugged her. "Good job!"

Albus was now shaking. He watched mutely as student after student was called up and sorted. The tension mounted so that he was almost happy when Professor Longbottom called, "Potter, Albus." He walked quickly over to the stool, aware of the whispers following him.

"Potter did he say?"

"Son of the Harry Potter?"

Albus gingerly sat on the stool and waited as the hat fell over his eyes. "As difficult to sort as your father," the hat whispered. "Plenty of bravery and loyalty to spare...a sharp mind...a reckless zeal in protection of those you love...determined...kind...you would do Hufflepuff justice...no? Perhaps Slytherin? You have his unique gift, as did your father before you..."

Albus gripped the edges of the stool. "No," he whispered. "Not Slytherin, please not Slytherin, anywhere else. Anywhere, please."

"Just like your father before you," the Hat informed him dryly. "Well, better be GRYFFINDOR!"

The last word was shouted and the Gryffindor table once more burst into applause. Albus grinned shakily as he rose and put the hat on the stool oncce more, joining the Gryffindor table. "Good job, Al!" called James as he clapped his little brother on the back. Victoire smiled at him. "I always knew that you were a Gryffindor," she told him. "We get another Potter!"

Aly smirked at him. "I don't mean to brag, but I told you so!"

"Yes, yes, so much for not bragging," Albus returned dryly.

"This is called stating my opinion and the facts, not bragging," his cousin-by-everything-but-blood parried.

"And I believe that your opinion has any worth?" Albus retorted.

Aly smirked again and flipped a gleaming strand of golden hair over her shoulder, twisting about her slender fingers casually. Her complexion glowed beautifully in the candlelight; her large eyes seemed thoughtful and dreamy. Several Gryffindor boys began to drool. "I believe they think my opinion has worth," she remarked with a slight smile.

"Aly, stop that!" ordered Victoire. "The Malfoy boy is about to be sorted!"

The two instantly stopped bantering and focused on their new friend. Scorpius was a little apprehensive, but he was already quite sure that he was going to Slytherin, so it wouldn't matter that much. The hat settled onto his head, and he thought there was a little wicked humor in its voice. "Not too much like your father, I see...determined and resourceful, but nothing if not loyal to your friends...clever...cool...well, I think that I had better put you in GRYFFINDOR!"

There was complete silence for a few moments before James began clapping and everyone followed suit. Scorpius was in shock as he stood, removed the hat, and stumbled over to the Gryffindor table, where Aly and Albus were sitting. "We told you that you are different!" Aly gloated.

"See?" Albus also looked quite smug. "You are a Gryffindor at heart and completely worthy of being our friend." His voice was teasing as he pulled Scorpius down beside him. "Now sit down, you look like you're about to faint."

Scorpius at down hard, covering his face with trembling fingers. "The hat is insane," he moaned. "You guys are insane. Everyone here is insane!"

"Everyone would include you, then," Aly pointed out dryly.

"My father's going to have fits," came the muffled reply.

"Good," replied Albus. "If he gets his way all the time, then he'll become conceited!"

Ignoring Scorpius's indignant sputters, Albus turned to look at the High Table, which he could see properly now. Hagrid took up three seats at the end; he caught Albus's eye and winked. Albus could see the tiny old Professor Flitwick his father had mentioned, his eyes bright and twinkling as he observed all the new students. He saw the attractive Transfiguration teacher, Professor Bell, deep in quiet conversation with the dark-skinned and good-looking potionsmaster, Professor Zabini. There was the Headmistress, Professor McGonagall, her spectacles glinting in the candlelight. And beside her portly old Professor Slughorn, who had decided to give retirement the boot and devote himself to teaching. There was the dark-haired Professor Johnson, a friend of Albus's Dad's who taught Defense Against the Dark Arts. As he surveyed the High Table, Albus realized just how many of those teachers were connected to his family, to his father.

Rose was busy running through the various charms and spells her mother had taught her as she waited impatiently in line. The line dwindled as more and more people joined their houses. Finally, "Vyle, Dennis," was sorted into Slytherin. Then - "Weasley, Rose."

Rose eagerly sat down and jammed the hat onto her head. "Impatient and spirited..." murmured a voice into her ear. "Hot-tempered and as stubborn as a mule; you must get that from both your parents...sharp-tongued but kind...my goodness you have brilliance. As brainy as your mother, but you have her courage and bravery as well...prickly at times but you are loyal to your friends...Your bravery outwieghs your brains, just as I told your mother. Your house is GRYFFINDOR!"

The red-and-gold table burst into applause once more as the pretty redhead joined them. She happily took her seat next to Scorpius, who smiled at her. "Not much of a surprise there," he remarked coolly. She laughed and smacked his arm. "We did it!" she squealed. "We're all in Gryffindor!" She looked at slender Albus with his emerald-green eyes, at pale Scorpius with his cool gray eyes, at the beautiful Aly, her smile dazzling, and smiled slowly. "Do you realize what this means?"

"That our parents - namely Scorp's - are going to go insane?" answered Albus dryly. Aly giggled.

Rose huffed and smacked Albus's arm. "No, idiot. It means that we are going to have one heck of an adventure at Hogwarts!"

Albus's retort was cut off as Professor McGonagall rose. "There are many things we must speak about this evening," she told everyone in her clear, cutting voice that ensured absolute silence. She looked as severe and stern as Harry had described her to Albus, and Albus too, felt that she was not a teacher to be angered. "But now is not the time for it." She raised her arms.

"Let the Feast begin!"

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finitefanfic @ 2007-08-14T09:46:00

2007-08-14T17:00:45Z

Disclaimer: I don't own anything because everything belongs to the fabulously brilliant JKR.

Rose Weasley ran a hand through her long red hair in exasperation. Every compartment was filled to the brim with laughing students all eager for little first-years to scram out of their compartment or else eager to question the two young children about their very famous parents. With her glossy, curly fire-red hair, creamy pale complexion, arched brows, small nose, and charming smile, she resembled her aunt Ginny almost exactly, except for her slanting eyes, which were a sky blue.

Albus Severus Potter - her cousin and best friend, voiced her thoughts. "Everywhere's full." Albus was tall but very slender, with unruly black hair that refused to behave, pale skin, a straight nose, dark brows, and vividly emerald green almond-shaped eyes. He tugged at the handle of his trunk. "And lugging this thing around is heavy."

"Let's see if this one is full," Rose suggested as she tugged open the door to the very last compartment. Inside sat a young boy with sleek blond hair, very pale skin, a pointed chin, and cool grey eyes. His blond brows rose several inches at the sight of the young Weasley girl and he gazed at the two coolly.

"Excuse me, can we sit here?" Albus asked.

The boy shrugged. "It's not my train," he replied quietly. "If you want to sit here, do so."

Albus exchanged glances with Rose and then thanked the boy. The two cousins sat across from the pale boy. "Are you a first year too?" Albus asked. The boy didn't seem too bad, and he was eager for anyone who might be a potential friend. Rose was his best friend, but if he was sorted into Slytherin...he gulped.

There came a light rap on the door. "Come in!" called the grey-eyed boy. The door slid open to reveal a very beautiful girl with silky and glossy silvery-blond hair falling to her waist, glowing pale skin, and long-lashed deep blue eyes. "May I sit here?" she asked.

Albus leaped up and smiled at his friend. "Alianne!" he cried.

Rose glanced at the boy and raised her brows. "Can she? She's our friend."

He shrugged again. "Sure."

Alianne happily put her trunk away and casually took the seat next to the pale boy, whom - Albus was amused to note - blushed a furious red and stared at her perfect beauty with awe. Rose giggled; her father was affected the same way. "Er - should we introduce ourselves, then?" Albus asked.

"Yeah," agreed Rose. "I'm Rose Weasley."

The boy's grey eyes widened slightly. A Weasley girl? Hadn't his father told him about Weasleys and how they had helped fight Voldemort? "Are you - " he began hesitantly.

"Hermione and Ronald Weasley's daughter, yes," snapped Rose, who had gone through this process so many times that it irked her.

"Don't bite his head off Rose. It was a perfectly reasonable question," stated Alianne with an amused smile. "Just think what Albus and James have to go through!" She turned to the boy. "I'm Alianne Longbottom," she told him with a charming smile.

"Longbottom?" Wasn't that the Herbology professor at Hogwarts?

"She's also the daughter of Gabrielle Delacour," Albus added. "And she's a quarter Veela and thus quite dangerous. If you're not immune to incredible beauty, anyway. I'm Albus Potter, by the way."

The boy really stared now. "Harry Potter's son?" he asked incredulously.

Albus blushed. "Yeah, he's my dad," he muttered. Why did everyone have to know him?

"Who are you?" Rose wanted to know.

A faint blush appeared on the boy's pale cheeks. "Um...Scorpius Malfoy," he muttered.

"You are a Malfoy?" demanded Alianne, blue eyes round.

"Yeah," he mumbled. He should have known that they wouldn't want anything to do with him once they knew.

But Alianne just laughed. "I have heard of you. It is a pleasure to meet you, Scorpius Malfoy."

Rose grinned. "I hope that you don't mind being second in every class. I'm supposed to beat you in every test that we get."

"Hey!" Albus exclaimed in mock-anger. "What about me? Don't you think that I'll give you any trouble?"

"Or me?" asked Alianne with a smile. "My father is a teacher there, you know."

"Don't you care!" Scorpius exclaimed, unable to contain himself. "I'm a Malfoy! Draco Malfoy's son! Our parents were deadly rivals at school! My mother told me how my father and your father were Seekers on opposite teams, and how Father and Ronald Weasley always used to fight whenever they saw each other!"

"Yeah, Dad told me," remarked Rose with a grin. "He always needed Mum to patch him up.

Scorpius was almost shouting now. "Don't you care? My family used to be Death Eaters? Your families devoted their lives to fighting the Dark Arts and Lord Voldemort! Doesn't it matter to any of you? How can you just accept it so calmly? Don't you care?"

"Good Lord, stop yelling," Albus told Scorpius. "Calm down, Scorp."

"Scorp?" Scorpius's grey eyes flickered with amusement and exasperation.

Albus shrugged. "Scorpius just sounds funny. Call me Albus and I'll jinx you into oblivion. Al is fine for me."

Rose rolled her eyes. "Boys. It doesn't matter that you're a Malfoy, or any of that," she told Scorpius severely. "My Dad didn't care that my Mum was a Muggleborn when they first met - mind you, he did care that she seemed to be a bit of a showoff - and so who are we to judge you by your family? And they reformed, didn't they?"

"Yes," answered Scorpius. "But - "

"But what?" Alianne flashed the boy her dazzling smile. "Calm down, Scorpius. My father forgave your father, and if he did it, who am I to hold your family against you?" She wound a golden strand of hair around her fingers and shrugged. "I don't care who your family is. You seem like a nice person. That is good enough for me."

Scorpius looked at Albus incredulously. "Is it just these girls, or are you insane too?"

"I agree," Albus stated firmly, ignoring mutters about insanity in the Potter line. "My Dad's godfather was a Black, but Dad said that he was as unlike a Black as it is possible to be. And my friend Teddy's dad was a werewolf, but Mum and Dad said that he was one of the nicest men they knew. Both of those men were supposed to be the worst kind of wizards, but they died fighting against Voldemort. Your Dad rennounced Voldemort, didn't he, and became a great wizard? Even if your family was dark, I wouldn't care. Like Aly said, you seem like a nice person, and that's good enough for me. So calm down, okay?"

Scorpius stared at the three people. "You're all insane."

"No, we're not," replied Rose, and extended her hand. "Friends?"

"Yeah, it'd be nice to have a friend who isn't related by blood, everything-but-blood-ties, extreme friendship, or adoption," quipped Albus as he too extended his hand.

"It is like Auntie Fleur always says," added Alianne, "You can have too many swains, but never enough friends." She held out a slim hand toward Scorpius.

Scorpius Malfoy stared, not for the first time and certainly not for the last, at the two girls and boy who looked back at him so sincerely. He remembered his father's warnings about not letting Potters or Weasleys get close to him and recalled his mother's order to keep himself inconspicuous for a while. Then he looked back at the three faces - his eyes lingering on Aly's perfect features - and shrugged, smiling. He clasped each of their hands briefly.

"Friends."

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Please read and review!

Hello Everyone

2007-08-14T03:29:39Z

Name: My LJ name is MousselineRocks and my fanfiction.net username is phoenix-rises-from-the-ashes

Age: Age doesn't interfere with writing ability/talent (or lack of the two).

Location: BC Canada

Favorite pairings: Would you like the entire archive? For Harry Potter the canon pairings - Harry/Ginny, Lily/James, Remus/Tonks - are mosty my favorites. But I do like the occasional Tom/OC and I support (to a degree) the Rose/Scorpius pairing.

How Long I've Been Writing: I started writing non-fanfic when I was 9 and fanfiction when I was around 11.

Other Communities: I also post at Athanarel and Tammy_Drabbles (while I have joined others).

What Got Me Into Fanfic: Sherwood Smith's Crown Duel, which was so awesome that I started searching on Google for fanfics, and stumbled upon www.fanfiction.net and voila - a fanfiction writer is born.

Example of my Writing:

Sirius can't believe it.

Peter Pettigrew, who is indubitably the man Sirius hates more than any other in the world, stares back at him from the front page of the Daily Prophet. The little rat perches on a boy's shoulder; he looks fat and well-fed as ever. Sirius remembers even now that Peter was always fat and well-fed.

Sirius clenches his fists; how could he not have realized what Pettigrew was? He always had sought the company of the braver, the stronger - those who could protect him and give him some measure of power.

But he, acting the idiot he is, turned against Remus instead, and it blew up in his face.

His grey eyes blaze with rage as Sirius reads the article further. Peter is pretending to be the pet of tis Weasley boy, no doubt, and will accompany him back to Hogwarts. His heart clenches hard. Back to where Harry is.

Sirius feels a coldness grip his heart. It is is fault that his best friends, Lily and James, are dead. It is his fault that Remus is all alone. It is his fault that Harry - his godson, the one he swore to protect - is an orphan.

He let down Lily and James, and his mistake cost him the lives of his best friends.

Now Pettigrew is a danger to Hogwarts, a danger to Harry, who is at Hogwarts, a danger to all the children at Hogwarts.

He will not make such a mistake again.

Ever.

When he falls into an uneasy sleep, only one thought remains in his mind. "He's at Hogwarts...he's at Hogwarts..."
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Do I Want My Sample to be Critiqued: Yes please - but no flaming please.

Any Challenge Ideas: A believable collection of letters written and sent by the Marauders and Lily Evans from when they were 11 (probably 12) to until the night of Lily and James's death.

I hope that I will be accepted and that I will be able to post other HP fics. I look forward to meeting you all.

Looking for a beta...

2007-08-08T17:50:29Z

Here's the information for the fic. I'm using the fic posting guide, although I'd prefer to wait to post it in its entirety until someone looks at it for me. :)

Title: Rivalries
Pen Name: pie_is_good
Genre: Just a sort of gen character based work
Pairings: There's AS/S friendship in the background
Rating: G
Complete or Work-In-Progess(WIP): Complete
Chaptered or One-Shot: One-shot (About 1000 words)
Summary: Draco Malfoy raises his child differently than Lucius raised him.
Any warnings?: Nope. It's a very simple story.

It wasn’t that Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy were by any stretch of the imagination good people at heart, but they were trying. His father hadn’t thrown away his hidden collections of Dark artifacts and books, but he had stopped to give Draco a hug on more than one occasion.

Usually those occasions were some of the most awkward moments in his entire life. Just the thought of his father hugging anyone for any reason other than to put up social appearance was laughable.

Draco always wondered what exactly brought that on, until Scorpius turned five and nearly got himself killed by a muggle car he didn’t understand when he ran out of the Leaky Cauldron on day.

Now he understood.

His parents had nearly lost him, and they were grateful their family was alive, whole. Ever since that day, Draco vowed to raise his son differently, going to great lengths to try to disguise his prejudices. When Scorpius had asked him about the war and Harry Potter, he never once mentioned the fact that he might have preferred it if Harry had died in the battle. When it was time for a meal, Draco made a point to thank the elves.

So when Scorpius wrote home from Hogwarts for the first time, Draco managed to remain calm with the news that his son had been Sorted into Gryffindor. He’d raised him not to be a typical Slytherin, and it should not surprise him that his son was in Gryffindor.

If you're up for being a beta for this story, either leave a comment here or email me at sjc1987@gmail.com. Thank you so much!

Mod: Rule Change

2007-08-08T17:43:41Z

OK. Just a bit of an update on the whole rules situation. From now on, all posts will be moderated, mainly so that we can put tags onto the posts before making them public. It's also to ensure that whoever posts their work has already done an application.

e.g.
Name: (This could be your pen name or your name. Your choice.)
Age:
Location:
Favorite Pairings:
How long have you been writing?:
Any other communities you post at:
What got you into fanfiction?:
Example of your writing (300 words or less , please and under an LJ cut):
Do you want your sample to be critiqued?:
Any challenge ideas?:

A Sev/Lily fic with no title yet

2007-08-07T17:24:03Z

Title: No title yet
Author: ai_neko (http://ai-neko.livejournal.com/)
Genre: Not sure, first chapters - teenage drama?
Characters: Lily, Severus, featuring Marauders and most "parent generation" Hogwarts characters
Timeline: Begins right after he came to say sorry after calling her Mudblood, and she refused to forgive.
Disclaimer: All heroes belong to J.K. Rowling. Mine are only the fictional events that happen only in thi fic)
Author's Note: It's just beginning, i haven't even picked a title yet. Will appear in chapters.
First one is mainly Lily's emotions, but it'll get better in the second)

I don't think the guy who woukd sleep on the floor would stop trying to be forgiven. And I don't think Lily wasn't sorry herself.

And mostly, I thought it was very strange to call your loved a Mudblood anyway. I'm inclined to think this was not without reason.

And, I love comments.
Chapter 1. The Night
UPD:
Chapter 2. The Day

[fic] His Black Parade :: Ch. I : Stirrings at Spinner's End

2007-08-06T19:53:07Z

Title: His Black Parade, Chapter I: Stirrings at Spinner's End
Pen Name: Commodore's Chick
Genre: Humor/Angst
Pairings: Snape/Lily
Rating: PG for some slight morbidity in the angsty parts
Complete or Work-In-Progess(WIP): Part of a WIP story.
Chaptered or One-Shot: Chaptered.
Summary: Severus Snape might be going out, but he's going out with a bang and a black parade. Set to songs from MCR's album, The Black Parade, the story follows Snape through DH and explores the memories that haunt and follow him, all the way until the very end.
Any warnings?: Switches from present (DH) to past (memories) tenses at times, but clearly marked. DH spoilers, naturally~

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His Black Parade

I. Stirrings at Spinner's End :: The End.

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He rather expects that it's going to end tragically. He controls all movement of information, he is master of the game, and he knows that one fault, one misstep on his part might result in disaster, defeat, or death. Most probably his own.

But that's unsurprising, he thinks, he's gotten used to that. Fatality is now just another facet of his job: to take over as the man behind the curtain, pulling the switches and leaving the clues behind now that Dumbledore's gone, risking life and limb for one futile hope. Wasn't this exactly what he'd signed on for when he bargained with the man all that time ago, saying that he'd do anything-- anything to save her?

He watches his soon-to-be-late coworker as she revolves about the ceiling, and lets the memory sear itself into his mind. Another day, another death.

It's just one more person that he wasn't quite able to to save.

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"Sev, what'll they make us do when we get there, do you think?"

Severus Snape shrugged, frowning, and wished that his mother had been a bit more forthcoming with information pertaining to his new school. She'd only just told him about the barrier being enchanted yesterday, and he'd had to rush off and inform Lily about it so she wouldn't be surprised when they went the next day to catch the Hogwarts Express together. He'd gotten a skinned knee from falling down on the way, running too quickly, but the impressed look on Lily's face when he'd informed her about the magic barrier made it worth it.

"I don't know. Probably Sort us first."

"Oh...so that's the thing with the Houses, right?" Lily asked, uncertain more from nerves than forgetfulness. "What are they called again?"

"Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin." He smiled shyly. "Slytherin's my favorite."

He had the feeling that she was probably going to ask why, but the wall between platforms nine and ten was fast approaching and he'd need to explain how to cross it.

Lily's parents had been very kind and had offered to give Severus a ride to King's Cross so that he could catch the train with their daughter. His own mother had been unable to see him off, which bothered him and left a rather unpleasant feeling in the pit of his stomach, but also made it absolutely imperative that he remember how to get them across. They didn't want to miss the Hogwarts Express: he could see Lily fretting despite her brave facade, and he promised himself he wouldn't let her down. Getting two Muggles and their other, non-magical daughter across would be difficult, but he'd have to manage. After all, Lily was counting on him, wasn't she?

He stepped forward, and turned to Lily's parents.

"Alright, Mr. and Mrs. Evans, there's a little trick we've go to do in order to get to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters..."

A few minutes later, cart in one hand, Lily's clasped tightly in the other, he was standing in front of the barrier, his heart beating a little too quickly against his ribs. It wasn't that he didn't think he could get through the solid stone wall-- he'd done the crossing perfectly with the Evanses and Lily's sister moments before, and had instructed them to wait for him there as he came back with their other daughter--it was just...

It was just so stupid. Why was he even worrying about this? He should just run along through with her and be done with it.

But try as he might to persuade his feet to move, the thought, that irrepressible doubt, held him and he remained rooted to the spot.

"What's wrong, Sev? Is there still something else we need to do?" Piercing green eyes clouded with a hint of dark apprehension peered at him cautiously, not wanting to interrupt a wizard at work, but at the same time needing to know what was going on, desperate in their uncertainty.

Severus sighed, giving in at last.

"You'll still be my friend, right? Even after we go through?"

Lily didn't say anything, either because she didn't know what to say, or because she was too shocked at the question. Which was good, because everything Severus had been holding in all day bubbled out right there.

"I mean, everything will change once we cross. I've been telling you stories about this, but now it's going to be the real thing. You'll love it, I know, it's just..." Here he had to look away. "There'll be lots of other people there who are much better at magic than I am and know much more about Hogwarts than I do, and you'll probably like them more and--"

"Sev."

Turning back to her, he saw that she was giving him a disapproving look, although it wasn't a very good one: she was struggling to squash a smile that kept poking through.

"I've been going mad for weeks, wondering what my courses are going to be, what my teachers will be like, whether I'll fit in, and I felt a little better all that time because I thought that you probably were going through the same thing. And now you tell me all you've been worried about is that I'll up and stop liking you as soon as we get there?"

Severus bit his lip, eyes glued to the ground, not wanting to own up to it, but not denying the assessment either.

Lily shook her head, laughing. "Of course I'll still be your friend." She was struck with a sudden inspiration. "I'll be your friend forever, how's that?"

The expression she received at that was one of the things that Lily Evans would remember for the rest of her life.

"Right." Severus brushed an errant strand of hair out of his sight, buying some time to compose himself and perhaps hide the fact that his face was bright red. "Your parents are going to start worrying pretty soon. Are you ready?"

"Always have been. What about you?"

He nodded, she flashed him a grin, and, hands locked together, they sped off to meet their train.

After teary good-byes from Mr. and Mrs. Evans, repeated promises to write, and finally settling themselves comfortably in an empty car, Severus began to explain about the different Houses, just as promised. That done, Lily begged him to teach her more about magic, so they busily thumbed through one of their new books trying to learn something beforehand, which they did not do very well. One of them did manage to shoot green sparks around for a bit, but in the excitement of this awe-inspiring achievement, neither one paid any attention to whose wand the sparks were issuing from. Later on, Severus introduced Lily to Chocolate Frogs, which she quickly became enamored of, and he spent the remainder of the ride telling her about the famous witches and wizards on the cards.

It was only until after they were halfway to Hogwarts and in deep conversation about Agrippa that he realized he hadn't even needed to pretend that the wall wasn't there when he'd entered Platform Nine and Three-Quarters that last time: all he'd been conscious of was her hand in his.

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The meeting ends, and Snape makes his way back to Spinner's End. It's a slow march-- verging on the funereal, he thinks bitterly-- as the cobblestones click against his boots, echoing behind him against the walls like someone's following him. He knows that when he turns around there'll be no one, but that still doesn't stop him from adding another protective spell to the front door as his other magics part and uncoil enough for him to enter. Exhausted, he shrugs off his heavy black cloak and lays it on a chair.

He catches sight of himself in the hall mirror and pauses, for a moment unable to recognize the man staring back.

"Not looking too peachy these days, I see. Someone needs to cool it on the midnight outings."

Snape rolls his eyes. If that mirror hadn't been one of his mother's heirlooms, he would have smashed it long ago for its snark.

"Silence."

But the mirror knows by this time that it can get away with saying more. So, it does.

"Never a good sign, forgetting who you are. Lucky that I'm here to remind you that you're Severus Snape, wherever would you be without me?"

"Probably a lot better off."

He leaves the mirror protesting to itself as he walks into the dining room.

When he was younger, he'd hoped to be something impressive, but he hadn't expected to end up a professor. Not even a professor any more, not now. He'd had to turn in his resignation a week ago, and now he is Headmaster of a school that hates him, he's leading a covert rebellion behind the Dark Lord's back, while ostensibly being overthrown himself at the same time, and now, Merlin...now, he's gotten so far tangled up in this mess that he's even started to doubt...

The world reels. He steadies himself with a hand to his forehead, muttering a quick remedy under his breath, and turns to his kitchen.

"Fletcher."

The man on the kitchen threshold answers with tired yet abject obedience, as though his subconscious wearies of the layers of memory spells that have been lathered onto it. He walks stiffly, stands like a soldier at attention-- or a hexed corpse-- and awaits instruction. Apparently, he's been in the pantry for quite some time. The meeting had gone longer than predicted.

"No changes have been made to the plan since we last spoke, I presume?"

Fletcher shakes his head.

"No changes to the plan. All is well."

Severus Snape waves this remark off irritably; for all is not well, and hasn't been well for at least the past twenty years.

He briefs Fletcher about his role in the seven-Harry flight (which, being a remarkably brilliant plan, was something Snape was prodigiously proud of and had taken him quite a few sleepless nights to work out fully), and casts another Memory Charm on him. Snape is absolute rubbish at charms. He's been tempted to just forcefeed Fletcher a Forgetfulness Potion a few times, but even the Order in the sorry state it's in would be able to deduce what had happened and who had done it. They probably had already noticed that something was amiss with Fletcher, but it's too late in the game to change messengers now.

Cloaking himself with an invisibility enchantment--another one of his least favorite things to do--he Apparates away with Fletcher, leaving the confunded man to come to himself as he returns home from some deserted stretch out yonder.

For every memory alteration, protection spell, or minor magic he casts, it conjures up memories of all the things that she helped him with all those years ago. Even in death, Lily Evans saves him with her impeccable capacity for Charms.

"No, Sev, you've got to hold your wand this way. Look, I'll show you..."

Vision going blurry, he slumps back against the couch and bites back a sob. Why must everything he does remind him of her? Hasn't he suffered enough, going though regret after regret in his mind, locking away his most cherished memories before they escape to haunt him? Nights dissolve into a veil of unreachable ghosts and inescapable sorrows, days stretch onward without end, and, immutable, he presses on.

The drums strike up in the distance. And somewhere, the Parade begins.

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The Hogwarts' Most hated Headmaster (a poem)

2007-08-06T14:46:52Z

Title: The Hogwarts' Most hated Headmaster
Genre: Poetry
Author: ai_neko
Series: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Spoilers for DH: well, strong hints.

A poem. Maybe not very grammatically correct
and overall rather poor, one of my first poems in English.
The similar named prose piece is coming in a week or so.
Well, I'd love comments, especially those with constructive criticizm.
Sorry about the way the lj-cut looks, I don't know why)

</div>People said, it was like a disaster,
People said fear was like a fever,
When at night came the new Headmaster,
The Most Hated Headmaster Ever.</div>The Most Hated Headmaster walked
Through the grounds like hunched raven,
And the Hated Headmaster talked,
His voice harsh like a falling gravel.</div>And the Most Hated Headmaster
Tried to keep his confident pace,
As the teachers, who swiftly passed him,
Spat "Good Morning"s into his face.</div>As he entered the stuffy classrooms,
He was met with contempt and fear,
Even Moaning Myrtle in the bathroom
Swore if he was somewhere near.</div>They nicknamed him "Headmaster Bloody",
All the time could he feel their hate,
On the door of the Headmaster's study,
Someone placed the "Murderer" plate. </div>In the night, dry and windy and dusty,
When the ghosts were asleep in the air,
The most Hated Hogwarts' Headmaster
Shifted restlessly in his chair. </div>By his personal sleepless schedule,
He had taken his midnight post,
He was trying to plan a rescue
For the boy who despised him most. </div>Then he stepped out into the grounds,
Him and darkness moving alone,
And he came to the Gryffindor Tower,
And had stayed there till the dawn.</div>And he whispered in dark "Don't worry.
There's always a bit of chance."
And he added that he was sorry,
But nobody had ever answered.</div>And at dawn, when the forest was looming
In the greyness of paling skies,
From the old photo, red-headed woman
Looked at him with her bright green eyes.
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If You Could Only See

2007-08-03T11:29:59Z

Title: If You Could Only See
Pen Name: Night.Drive
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairings: Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG/PG-13
Complete or Work-In-Progess(WIP): Complete
Words: 4,177
Chaptered or One-Shot: A long One-Shot
Summary: Everyone has insecurities, including Hermione Granger.
Any warnings?: Nope, Just it isn't beta-d. Written Pre-DH.

It was a calm day in Hogsmeade, the wizarding village. The sky contained several unoffending clouds that hung lazily in the sky. It was now April; winter was slowly changing into spring. The snow was getting thinner as the days went buy; more patches of green burst fresh from underground. The bits of murky snow crunched beneath their feet as they walked toward the cozy pub known as the Three Broomsticks. Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley quickly entered the building to avoid the wind that was starting to pick up outside.

Finding a vacant table near the window, they sat down and unloaded the burden of books for another one of their study sessions. Ron was on his way to becoming an Auror and had yet another test while Hermione was now going through Medi-witch training. Both had frequent exams on the new material they encountered during their training. In order to spend time together, the two decided to hold study sessions together. Well, Hermione did anyway. Hermione instinctively pulled her large mass of chestnut hair into a bun at the nape of her neck, sticking a spare quill in the middle of her makeshift bun.

"Ron.... Ron...." Hermione called out, seeing her boyfriend with his head tilting to the side as he started to doze off.

"RON!"

"Huh-what?" Ron responded in confusion as he came out of his reverie.

"We're here to study, Ron. And what time did you go to bed last night?" she reprimanded, taking one of his notebooks and flipping the pages, trying to make sense of the chicken scratch that was Ron's handwriting.

"I don't know, probably 2 am. I was actually trying to study for my exam," He sighed tiredly, running his hand through his messy crimson locks.

After receiving their order of butterbeers and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, Hermione set the rest of the books aside and promptly began.

"Okay, I'm going to ask you a question from your notes and you have to answer. This should be easy if you did study last night," she noted.

"Okay, shoot." Ron sat up straight and took a big gulp of his butterbeer, which rejuvenated him from head to toe with warmth that he had lost outdoors.

"What is an Entrail-Expelling Curse?" Hermione inquired as she sucked on a newly purchased Sugar Quill from their visit to Honeyduke's.

"The victim's insides come out of them," He replied casually, taking a bite out of a cookie.

Hermione reprimanded, "Ron, focus. You're taking this exam in less than 24 hours. I doubt your professor is going to accept such a simple answer."

With a sigh, he replied, "Maybe I'm just meant to fail. There is no more room in this cranium for information," and sank back into his seat.

"There is nothing wrong with your cranium. You are not going to fail okay? You are not dumb Ronald Weasley because I know you're not."

"Sure, I guess," Ron agreed, pushing the cookie around in his plate.

"Now, answer properly. What is an Entrail-Expelling Curse?" Hermione repeated.

"An Entrail-Expelling Curse causes the victim's insides to come out of them," he began. "The spell was created by Urquhart Rackharrow in the 1600s. His portrait now hangs in the Dai Llwellyn Ward in St. Mungo's."

"Yes, exactly!" Hermione cheered, waiting for Ron's happy reply but then saw his eyes were elsewhere. Ron was currently gazing at a new waitress that was now working for Madame Rosemerta. The witch was probably around the same age as them, in her 20s. Scantily clad in a tight fitting red halter top over her creamy skin in addition to a black mini skirt, she walked over to a table at the opposite end of the pub, her leather black boots clicking all the while. As she returned to the bar counter, Hermione noticed her nametag flashed Rosemerta. So she's related to Madame Rosemerta. Go figure. She knew Ron had always had a schoolboy crush on Rosemerta, and any female relative of hers was bound to be attractive as well, and she was. Her long straight black hair swung as she walked around taking and delivering orders. Her green eyes danced as she made pleasant conversation. The waitress winked a thick black eyelash at one of the patrons as she walked away.

Hermione reflected at her own looks. Sure, she wasn't exactly a model like the waitress, but Hermione knew that she was not ugly. Her frizzy brown hair was in a messy bun tied at her neck. Her face lacked much makeup besides a little cover-up to hide blushes. Her lips were colorless except for a slight sheen they emitted when the light hit them, given by her gloss. Hermione had on a simple lavender full sleeved turtleneck sweater and dark blue jeans along with white tennis shoes. She was at average height and maintained a slim body frame. Hermione had filled out since her Hogwarts days, but not enough to often gain that gaze that Ron was still giving that waitress. A look a man gave when he clearly saw a very good looking woman.

She returned her gaze to Ron. Now very tall and lanky, he was all arms and legs, and still maintained that strong Keeper build from Hogwarts. His face now suited his long nose that was dusted with freckles. The all-famous Weasley flaming red hair was getting long and unruly, often getting in the way of his sparkling blue eyes. Hermione gave a small sigh. Ron could certainly get a better looking girl than herself. And he had. In the past he had dated several girls, including Lavendar Brown, a tall attractive peer from school, known for her girly giggles and long main of shining blonde hair.

"Erm... Ron..." Hermione attempted to shake Ron out of his lustful trance.

"What? Yeah. Hermione, bring it on. You know you are really good at this thing. You should become a professional tutor or something," He said, not noticing anything was out of the blue.

"Sure... Mmhmm..." She gave a quiet reply, feeling awkward and suddenly withdrawn.

"Come on, Hermione," Ron pressed.

"Sorry!" Hermione snapped out of it. She put the incident behind her and turned a few pages of Ron's notebook. "Okay... hmm..." Her almond eyes scanned the page. "Explain what a Homographs Charm is."

"A Homorphus Charm is a good charm to use against a werewolf. It forces a werewolf to not change its shape and is very difficult to learn. Few cases are reported about the use of this charm, besides Lockhart’s fake account in his book. Well, it wasn't really fake since someone else did do it. That bastard. Never liked the prat..." Ron trailed on while Hermione once again eyed the waitress as she fluttered by.

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The next afternoon, Hermione sat on the sofa in her flat that she shared with Hannah Abbott and Ginny Weasley. She had surprisingly grown closer to Hannah after her desperate need for flat mates, but Ginny was still her best female friend. She turned the next page of one of her many textbooks, but found that she couldn't focus, reading the same paragraph over and over. Her mind was reflecting on her relationship with Ron. They had dated briefly during their seventh year but decided to take a break because of the constraints of the war. There was no time to enjoy themselves and be a merry couple. Everything was done in secret, in hiding, in the dark. Finally, after the war was over, Voldemort defeated, they could find some solace in the fact that they still had each other. Their puppy love from their schooldays along with years of a strong friendship equated to their fierce and strong relationship. She was happy at where she was. with her budding career, her relationship, her friends and family.

Hermione shut her book and threw it on the mahogany coffee table in front of her. Brushing a stray strand of hair, she got up and went into her bedroom that she shared with Ginny. It was slightly larger than the other bedroom that Hannah occupied. The room was simple. Light red and yellow vertical stripes ran along the walls of the room. Two beds were situated against opposite sides of the wall with one with a red bedspread the other gold, complementing the wallpaper. A large nightstand stood between the two beds. Numerous pictures were strewn across the walls along with other memorabilia such as newspaper clipping and awards. The bookshelf in the southeast corner of the room was packed with books on all sorts of subjects, no doubt Hermione's. Stacks of books were beginning to pile up in front of the shelf itself. There was no mistaking that the room was occupied by Gryffindor alumni.

Hermione stood in front of the dresser that they shared. She sighed as she looked at her reflection staring back at her. Her hair was an unruly pile of frizzy brown hair atop her head. Her face, although clear, was very plain, no makeup painted on it at all. Clad in an old Chudley Cannons shirt she nicked from Ron's flat one night and baggy faded jeans, she felt so plain, still comparing herself to the girl from the night before. She stared at the contents of the dresser before her. Hairsprays, brushes, tweezers. Blush, eye shadow, lipstick and other cosmetics in large array of colors. She knew how make-up and fashion helped a girl's appearance, occasionally browsing through one of her roommate's fashion magazines. It wasn't that Hermione didn't know how to enhance her looks; she normally felt that it was a waste of time. She could be spending her time studying or reading or relaxing with her friends. Besides, she knew she had so many other things to offer. She emitted another sigh. Besides, this would take hours to fix, what with my hair. She eyed the silver clock on the nightstand. She only had 10 minutes until she had to meet Ron over at his flat.

Moving over to the closet that was to the right of the dresser, she eyed the assortment of clothes before her. She finally settled on a crimson turtleneck knit sweater that was three sizes too big for her (courtesy of one Molly Weasley) and faded black jeans that had several holes due to overuse. Hermione bent down and picked up a pair of beat up black sneakers and made her way over to her side of the room. After changing, she returned to the mirror. Reaching for the nearest utensil, she ran a toothed comb through her hair. After ten strokes, the comb broke in half and stayed weaved in her hair. Damnit it not again! Hermione scowled. With a quick "Accio!" Hermione managed to summon her wand through wandless magic, a handy skill she learned whilst training for the war.

"Reparo," she muttered, after finally retrieving the comb out of the thickets of her hair, fixing the comb with one quick flick. "Oh! Just forget it!" she exclaimed. Hermione managed to put a clip in her hair, pulling parts of back, some loose strands of hair left over in a half-pony tail.

Putting her wand in her pocket and grabbed her cloak draped over the bed frame of her gold bed, Hermione disappeared to her destination with a pop.

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Hermione appeared in front of a white door leading to Ron's flat shared with Harry. She fished for her key within her robe and upon finding it, placed in the keyhole and gave it a turn. Shutting the door behind her, Hermione set her things down and looked around for any signs for Ron in the silent apartment. Apparently, Harry had already gone out as there were no signs of him.

"Ron? Where are you?" She called, making her way in the direction of his bedroom.

"I'm in here, Hermione!" His distant voice replied, from the direction of his bedroom.

"It sure is quiet in-" she began, but paused after seeing what Ron was doing. "Hey, are we going somewhere tonight?"

"We sure are," Ron replied, pulling a slate gray sweater over his head. "I finished my exam 10 minutes early and I think I passed with flying colors." He beamed a smile at her as he checked himself over in the mirror that stood next to the doorway.

"That's great, Ron! I'm so proud of you!" She closed the space between him and circled her arms around his neck, moving his head downward to provide him with a quick kiss. "See? I told you. Studying helps," she added, retreating back to spot leaning against the doorway of his room.

"Thanks. We are going over to Padma's party to celebrate my new found genius. What do you think?" He asked and grabbed a comb off a table next to the mirror.

"Um, sure. You didn't mention this earlier," She responded, not quite in the mood to study. They both had been studying hard for their numerous exams, and besides their study dates, Hermione was finally looking forward to spending some quality time together now that the tests were over.

Running the comb one last time through his scarlet top, Ron said, "Well, I didn't think I would go since I figured I'd be tired after this last exam. But I have bounced back."

"Well, I can't go to a party. I mean look at me,” she gestured over her body.

"What are you talking bout 'Mione, you look great."

Hermione sighed, threw her arms up in frustration and started to walk away. He just doesn't get it.

"Here we go again. What did I do wrong this time?" Ron inquired, tiredly sitting on his bed.

Doubling back, Hermione asked, "Is this how you think I look all the time? Like this?" Her voice was starting to rise, despite her unsuccessful attempts at keeping her cool.

"Sometimes your hair looks different, or sometimes it’s curlier," he replied lamely, not knowing what else to say. From the stare of confusion on his face, Ron clearly didn't understand what was really going on.

"Why do I even bother trying? I'll never look like that girl from yesterday and I know I can never compare to Padma either," She rattled on, beginning to speak to herself as she paced back and forth.

"What girl are you talking about, Hermione?" Ron asked, now more confused than ever.

"The new waitress you checked out at the Three Broomsticks yesterday. I saw you staring," she sharply replied, stopping in the middle of his room.

"Oh that? That was just a reflex Hermione. It was a condition reflex. See? Look how much smarter you're already making me. Sure, she was hot, but she is obviously not as beautiful as you..." Ron rambled, trying to save himself. He got up and tried to close the gap between them.

The look Hermione gave him stopped him dead in his tracks. "Look, please stop. You're making it worse. I know I'm not as pretty as the girls you used to date-" She started in a quite voice.

"Hermione..."

She interjected, "If you keep interrupting me I'm never going to get through this. I'm okay with how I look. To be honest, I never really thought about it before. I never really saw the point in getting upset about it since it's not like I could exactly change it." Her eyes downcast, unable to meet Ron in the eyes.

"Stop it. You-you're beautiful..." Ron sputtered, in a weak attempt to make her feel better.

"Stop you're lying. I know I'm not beautiful. But it's okay, because I've got other things besides looks. But you dropping names such as Padma is really not helping right now. So could we just grab a bite to eat or talk a walk in the park instead?"

Ron sighed in defeat. There was no changing Hermione's opinions on her own looks. "Fine, let's go." He grabbed his own cloak and wand, and put an arm around Hermione's shoulders, leading her out of the bedroom.

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The next day, as training caused Ron and Hermione to spend time apart, Ron was trying to figure out how to lift his girlfriend's spirits. One his lunch breaks that week, Ron headed over to Diagon Alley to Flourish and Blotts in order to find a book or two to aid him in his predicament. His attempts to talk to Ginny and Hannah had failed. They merely reprimanded him and told him how much of a pig he was. After asking his mother, he received yet another scolding and was sentenced to a week of de-gnoming, despite the fact that he didn't even live there anymore. His last try was to look in the bookstore. When parting ways with Harry at Auror training, he received looks of mock surprise at the instance of him going into a bookstore for anything other than academics.

Removing his cloak hood from his head, Ron entered Flourish and Blotts and headed straight towards the Romance section and scanned the bookshelves for something relating to his issue. The Anger Habit In Relationships Hope we haven't gotten to that point yet. Overcoming Relationship Problems. Hmm... Maybe this'll help, he pondered as he pulled the book off the shelf. Scanning the rest of the titles, Ron didn't really find anything else to help him. He stood up, and as he was about to make his way to the checkout counter, a small section next to the Romance section caught his eye: Females/Feminism. Maybe that'll help me out with this. Making sure no one else was looking; he quickly maneuvered over to the section to see what was in stock. When Women Stop Hating Their Bodies. Sounds helpful. The Woman Within. Check. It's Not about Looks: Change Your Mind. Maybe. After selecting suitable titles, Ron finally made his way over to the checkout counter. As the store clerk was checking out the books for him, she gave him a weird look.

"Oh-erm-The books are... are... f-for my sister! Yeah that's it... J-just picking up a bit light reading..." Ron sputtered, his face turning Weasley red to match his inherited hair. Quickly placing several galleons on the counter, Ron grabbed his books and left, not bothering for change. A few sickles were not worth the humiliation he has just faced.

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Over the next few days, Ron read each of the books in his spare time hoping to solve his crisis. Hermione, although was acting as Hermione always did, he could tell that she still felt on edge and insecure. He could see the look in her eyes. While reading the books he learned several things and a plan began to formulate in his head in order to tell Hermione how he felt about her looks. Throwing the last book on the ground next to his armchair in his flat, Ron reclined back, putting his arms behind his head. Hope this works.

"How's the reading going, Ron?" Harry asked, exiting from his bedroom, his jet-black hair in its usual unruliness.

"Fine, fine. I think I know how to get inside a bird's - I mean, woman's - mind now," Ron responded, correcting himself.

"Whatever you say. But please hide those books before the Seamus and Dean come over. You'll never be able to live it down, 'Ronniekins.'"

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Hermione entered Ron's flat just as she always did, through the use of her key. Putting her things on her usual place, atop Harry and Ron's kitchen table, Hermione walked through the living room.

"Okay Ron, I'm here. Are you ready to go?" Hermione called as she walked toward his bedroom.

"Almost. Do you think you could get my trainers from the bathroom?" He called, accompanied by the sound of shuffles in her room. "I like to keep them there. They stay nice and comfortable." Ron lied through his teeth.

"Erm... Okay, Ron." Hermione hesitantly replied, bewildered at this. Who keeps their shoes in the bathroom for comfort? This was strange, even for Ron. As she entered the bathroom, she heard the door close behind her. Hermione saw no trainers anywhere in that four walls of space, and there wasn't that much to look through. Turning around, she reached for the door, and turned the knob. It wouldn't budge. She tried again several more times, shaking the doorknob furiously. Still, to no avail did it answer Hermione's request. She then realized that the door wasn't stuck, something was blocking it.

"Ron! What's going on? What are you doing?!" Hermione shouted, unsure of the situation.

"Don't worry, 'Mione. It's clean in there. I spent all morning, scrubbing away. Mum would be proud of me. Anyway, pay attention to how clean that mirror is. You're about to use it." He replied through the door, leaning against the long slab of wood that separated them.

"Ron, let me out of here. This instant." Hermione responded. She couldn't even use her wand to get herself out of here, as she had left all of her belongings on the kitchen table.

"Not until you take a minute to appreciate that glossy stuff on your lips sometimes you wear. Or sometimes you don't depending on the level of fancy."

"Look, I get it okay. You notice that I don't always look the same, thanks. Can you please just let me out now?" She pleaded, leaning on the door, hoping he would give in.

Ron answered firmly, "No, Hermione, you don't get it. It's not that just sometimes you wear lip gloss or that sometimes your hair is straight. You are always beautiful. That girl at the pub last week, she was typical."

"Ron."

"It's not so easy to get me to shut up when you can't put your hand over my mouth now is it?" He smirked. He knew that she could see it through the door.

"Ronald, wipe that stupid smirk off of your face and let me out now," She demanded.

"See, you were right I'm not dumb," he answered triumphantly. Hermione sighed, and sat on the loo in defeat. There was no getting Ron to open the door now. She just had to wait for him to get through whatever he was doing.

"Now... back to that girl... Yes... I used to go for that kind of thing. You know what that girl looks like at 3 in the morning? Like crap. Those types of girls require way too much maintenance. You, on the other hand, have all these great qualities that are so important." He explained.

"I know. I know. I have a great personality... and I make a good sandwich," She said deflatedly. Her head hanging between her hands as she rested her elbows atop her knees.

"True, you do make a good sandwich. But it's more than that. You are truly beautiful," Ron paused, and then another thought came to him. "You know what I think about when I kiss you? I think about your skin."

Hermione slowly moved off of the loo and made her way in front of the mirror. My skin? She pondered, slowly bringing a hand to her soft face.

"I think about how your eyelashes and how long they are when they're touching my face. I think about the dimples you give when you laugh. I think about how amazing it is that I'm the only one that gets to know what your body truly looks like. I know at 3 in the morning you look amazing."

Hermione gave a watery smile to the mirror, a few tears escaping her eyes. "Oh Ron... Don't you think you could have said all of that to my face?"

"No, I couldn't say all of that face to face. You never let me, Hermione. You always dismiss it and make me feel stupid. It's just something I needed to tell you. You needed to hear it. More importantly, Hermione, you needed to see it."

"See what?" she asked, one of the few times Hermione was confused.

"See yourself. Go look in that mirror until you see what I see it. Do it." He instructed. "Are you starting to see?"

Five minutes passed by and still now response. Ron was now beginning to get nervous. This didn't work, did it... "Hermione? Hermione? I know you're in there." He removed the chair that he used to block the door from opening. Turning the knob he opened the door, expecting to find an angry Hermione. Instead, Hermione jumped over to him, plastering her body against his, giving him one of the tightest hugs she had ever given him.

"You had to make me cry now, didn't you?" She smiled tearfully. Standing on her tiptoes, she captured his lips with hers, kissing him with all the passion and love that she felt for him. He quickly returned the response, leaving both of them breathless when they parted ways.

"Oh Ron, I love you," she breathed, her arms still encircled around his neck.

"I love you too, Hermione."

[fic] The Seven Social Disasters of Severus Snape [le/ss]

2007-08-03T02:04:14Z

Title: The Seven Social Disasters of Severus Snape
Pen Name: Commodore's Chick
Genre: Humor/Drama
Pairings: one-sided Sev/Lily
Rating:PG
Complete or Work-In-Progess(WIP): Complete
Chaptered or One-Shot: One-shot
Summary: Six disasters that never happened to Severus Snape and one that did. Strange how they all seem to include a certain Gryffindor....
Any warnings?: DH spoilers!

He gulped, eying the stairs in front of him as the rest of the Great Hall eyed him.

The hat seemed to have gotten to the last part of the alphabet abominably quick. He'd thought it had been quite amusing while it had been singing its song, had even chanced an approving whisper to Lily when it began its verse about Slytherin, but, despite all his careful planning, everything seemed to have gone wrong.

Shifting uncomfortably from boot to boot, hands clenched into fists, he'd watched her as she strode up onto the stage, sat herself down in the chair, and awaited the answer. This was it. She was his only friend, both at the school and really anywhere else, so it made sense for them to be together, didn't it? It made perfect, logical sense that both he and Lily would go to the same house. And it followed that, naturally, it would be Slytherin.

It hadn't taken the hat long to shatter all his dreams to pieces, as its cry reverberated about the lofty ceilings of the hall:

"Gryffindor!"

The echoes fell like stabs, discordant and disconcerting.

Things seemed to speed up after that. The hat had whipped through the g's and k's, done the great line of p's and o's, and soon...

"Snape, Severus."

What?

A lump caught in his throat and he tried to remain calm. This wasn't supposed to be happening...he was supposed to walk up to the stage with hope and promise, knowing in his heart what he wanted, not like some dreary gallows march.

He sat on the stool and at once the brim of the hat covered his eyes. Squeezing them shut regardless, he--

"Ah, I see..."

A shiver ran through him and his body tensed at the unexpected intrusion. So, this was how the hat worked. But just how much could it see? Trying to close his mind against all outside force, he concentrated on one thing and only one thing...

"Bit paranoid, aren't you?"

Severus frowned. He was absolutely not paranoid. This hat obviously didn't know a thing about him. It was just that the whispers were already starting to prickle through the hall... People were starting to notice that something was amiss.

"Worried about other's opinions...Well, that just about sorts it. I think you already know where you should go. Why the hesitation?"

A pause. Someone was starting to laugh in the back rows of chairs, and the sea of murmuring grew into a dull roar.

He bit his lip, and then half-whispered, half-thought, his mouth forming the word as it said it in his mind, he hissed:

Lily.

"Lily Evans? Ah, you're in a bind there...quite a bind. I suppose it could be Gryffindor, but it would come at a price you might not agree to."

"What?" He hissed aloud, forgetting that the thing could just as easily read his thoughts. "What's the price?"

Someone giggled up front. "Look at the first year, trying to bribe the Sorting Hat!" The professors conversed amongst themselves, frowning. It was no doubt an excellent first impression he was making.

"I'll put a question to you: would you rather save her life or marry her? Answer well."

Severus absently hoped the two weren't mutually exclusive.

"They are."

Damn that hat.

It took him less than a moment to respond.

Save her. Every time.

"Well said. It seems the only house for you, then, is..."

And as the Sorting Hat shouted out the name of the house which he would reside in, become the future head of, and ultimately govern Hogwarts under, Severus Snape couldn't help but feel that something in his timeline had altered. For good or for ill, as he sat down, red-faced, taunts of "only a true Syltherin would try to bribe the Sorting Hat" and "never took that long on any other first year" ringing in his ears, he knew that somehow, something that was everything had changed irreversibly.

ii.

Years later, he would wonder if he'd made the right choice.

The potted plant felt weightless in his hands as he sped down the hall, clutching it tightly. His eyes stung something fierce and no doubt he'd have to be led blindedly to the infirmary if this took too long, but his heart was racing. He found her waiting by the window, watching the countryside change color in its autumn thrall.

"Hello, Sev." She cocked him a warm smile that made him forget all about the pain. "You been running anywhere for a reason? You look all out of breath."

He smiled in return and held out the pot. "Here."

At first, Lily was confused. Then, she recognized the flower blossoming in the container.

"Sev, this is a snowdrop...how'd you get it to bloom?" Her eyes narrowed questioningly and a spark of mischief flew in them. "You nicked something from Herbology, didn't you? I thought I saw you hanging around the back of one of the greenhouses. This is it, right? Snowdrops are winter flowers..." she mused, admiring the tiny white petals, "How'd you get it to bloom in the fall?"

Spading his hands in his robe pockets, he shrugged and explained, oh-so-nonchalantly. "Everwinter soil. I had to modify it slightly, but I thought you might like it." This "modification" had involved brewing a rather complex warming potion to get the soil suitably tepid enough for a snowdrop to grow and to maintain that vital temperature, which, in hindsight, Severus realized he really ought not to have tried, as the reaction between soil and Calitrix Potion had seared his eyebrows clean off-- he was trying fervently to hide this as he spoke--and hoped Lily wouldn't notice.

She didn't. The flower occupied too much of her attention.

"That's really impressive! And this is for me?"

He nodded. "You like them, don't you?"

"Yeah, I always end up missing them when summer comes around. They're one of my favorites. Now I'll be able to have one all year round. You've got to teach me how you did this!"

Promising her that he would later, Severus departed, leaving Lily to her plant. Had he not been so carried off in happy daydreams, he would have noticed the gang of four cross his way. As it was, he didn't.

"Hey, Snivellus, what happened to your eyebrows?"

"Guys, let's not make fun of him. It's not his fault if he lost them in a duel."

"Y-you know he would!" Peter Pettigrew cackled.

"Anything for a noble cause, eh, Snape? Good luck getting girls with that!"

Severus made to execute a quick turn on his heel but failed (it would take many years before he perfected that particular skill), and found himself completely surrounded by Marauders.

The result was that, red-faced, robes in disarray, he limped into the infirmary a half hour later. Madame Hilda was quite used to students accidentally blasting their eyebrows off--goodness knows, she usually had half a dozen girls in in the course of a week who had done it while trying to get rid of zits--but never a case like this. She regrew Severus's without incident, but refused to let him go until he told her the entire story.

Caught in an unfortunate position, he lied and said that his zit-zapping spell had gone wrong. A strange expression clouded her features.

And, as Lily Evans found a nice place for her new plant on her dorm window sill, Severus Snape was skulking in the dungeons, vowing to learn every healing spell in the library. He would never visit that infirmary willingly again.

iii.

"Alright, class, does everyone understand how to produce a Patronus Charm now?"

Severus was bored out of his mind. Luckily (or unluckily, depending on how you looked at it), Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of the few classes that he did not have with the Gryffindors. Students from Ravenclaw and Slytherin were busily practicing the incantation to themselves as they were lined up to test their abilities. Rabbits, birds, bears, all manner of animalia flittered through the air around him. Some students hadn't been able to cast the spell correctly and had to do it multiple times. He sighed.

When it at last came his turn, he was a little anxious. He knew, beyond doubt that he would be able to properly carry out the spell, it was what his Patronus would be that worried him. The other boys had racoons, bears--one even had a whale, which at present moment was placidly floating around the ceiling--he hoped that his would be something impressive, albeit maybe not so...big.

"You're up, Severus. Got a happy memory?"

He nodded.

He called to mind an incident that had happened three months prior, when the nights had grown cold and he and Lily had snuck down to the library late to study for potions. They'd spent the evening enjoying each other's company, all conversation ceasing when someone walked up, absolutely terrified of getting caught together (though, it had been completely irrational to fear that; no one would have thought anything of it: they were in the same potions class after all), laughing at something--he couldn't remember what it had been--before they had finally departed. He recalled Lily's shiver as she turned to make her way up the stairs to Gryffindor tower.

Unwinding his scarf (his companion had forgotten hers) from about his neck, he held it out to her. He remembered the odd warmth her touch had excited in his fingertips as she took the scarf and wrapped it around her own neck. Her green eyes matched the green of the scarf perfectly, autumn red hair brushing against the fabric's folds. Etching the image into his memory, he'd sighed contentedly to himself, and turned to go.

Thinking better of leaving, he had stood there for a few moments at the foot of the ascent, the closest he could get to walking her home, expecting her to be halfway up the tower stairs when he heard her call out his name.

"Severus!"

He spun around (not on his heel--still not quite good with that yet) and glanced back.

Lily was seated on the third step, twirling the ends of his scarf absently as she regarded him. "So, how long were you going to stand there?"

"Just 'til you got up to the tower."

She laughed. "Well, I'm not going up now. Look," she pointed outside. The grounds had grown misty and gleamed with pure white promise of winter. "I wanted to watch the snow. Want to stay?"

Severus obliged, sitting next to her.

"It's so warm." Lily had murmured, before tucking her scarfed head into the crook of his shoulder. He'd started, not knowing what to do, heart pounding, a million mini-paranoias zinging through his mind, scarcely able to draw breath, let alone think coherently. Before he could resolve on any definite course of action, he heard a soft, measured breathing escape her lips. She'd fallen asleep.

He remembered having to carry her up the stairs, waiting, fretting, hoping for an errant Gryffindor to come around with the password, and swearing them to secrecy as he deposited Lily in the Common Room on a couch and covered her with a blanket. He'd gotten a week's detention for being out late, but he'd never forget how she'd smiled that night, his scarf snuggly about her.

Summoning the memory to him, he said the words of the spell.

"Expecto patronum!"

Something white and fleeting burst forth from the tip of his wand and bounded around the room before coming to a halt in front of him and nuzzling his hand. Severus held his breath. It looked like a horse at first--which was good-- but...

"Oh..." It was a deer. A doe, to be more precise.

He blushed rather furiously amid the gales of laughter.

Both his fellow housemates and the Ravenclaws remarked on his "girly" patronus. Someone, in an effort to be nice that failed wretchedly, called it cute. By lunch, he was quite sure that the news had gotten around to the entire school, so he barricaded himself in his dormitory, and occupied himself with the task shooting down flies from the ceiling. The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher mentioned to him later, in private, that patronuses could change in time, but it offered small consolation.

He didn't want it to change. Much as he'd rather it be the other way around, he realized, rather strangely, that he didn't mind being protected by Lily.

iv.

He just wished he could have returned the favor.

This was probably the reason why he found himself clutching a Time Turner so fiercely in his hand that it was on the verge of breaking skin, yelling bloody murder at the Headmaster on the night of her death.

"You knew it would happen! You knew it and you didn't even try to change her mind!"

He swept across the room, pacing in a fury, the golden hourglass gripped ever tightly, ever possibly...

"Why did they change to Black? They should have known that you were the best Secret Keeper they could get." His jaw set, fire choking the black abysses of his eyes. "I'll bet Potter made her do it. Lily never would have consented to anything so stupid unless he'd forced her into it. What an --arrogant--fool!" The last word came out half-rage, half-sob. A pause followed before he lashed out again.

"She could have asked me if he was safe to use. Black put himself far more in danger than you ever would. She could have asked me..."

He was unable to continue. The Headmaster looked up from the book he'd been reading at his desk, knowing what had been left unsaid.

"Now come, Severus, would Lily Potter--" the other flinched at the sound of the name "--really have trusted a Death Eater to be her Secret Keeper? Come now, even your distressed mind must see some logic in that. Would she allow you tell her who was safe to trust? Why, she'd be more likely to agree to blindly choose someone as Secret Keeper than accept your recommendations."

"Go on, rend my heart into as many shreds as you like! She doesn't have to trust me," he said, giving the Time Turner a twirl and preparing to flip it, "she wouldn't even need to see me."

"Nor ever will anyone if you persist."

The Death Eater looked up, paler in the wake of his furor.

"Did you really expect to be successful? If you cross Voldemort, do you really think he'll let you save Lily and escape? He'll kill you, and if they do manage to flee thanks to your stupidity, he'll continue to pursue the Potters relentlessly. Even if you save them tonight, he will find them and kill them another time."

"We could hide them. They could come stay at Hogwarts. I'd..." He swallowed. "...I'd stay away, return to Spinner's End, if that's what it would take for you to--"

Dumbledore shook his head. "Would Lily and James agree to that, agree to living a life of fear, locked away from their friends? Severus, you must not go back. The only thing that would be accomplished is your death."

Severus slouched miserably into a chair, the charm falling from his fingers. "Then let me die."

"Not yet." Picking up the Time Turner, Dumbledore gingerly locked it back away in its drawer. "There's work to be done."

As it turned out, though, he'd ended up living long enough to see Lily's young son make it through his first year in Hogwarts. Harry Potter was every bit his father's son: he was haughty, disregarded rules, and was absolute rubbish at Potions. Severus could barely keep a level head in class, knowing that those eyes--Lily's eyes, but not, under any circumstances Lily, just those thrice-damned green eyes-- were staring at him. He'd never felt so angry at fate, not just for taking Lily away, but for leaving him with this constant reminder of her, and her choice.

He'd nearly added poison to a draught he'd promised Professor Quirrell when he realized that this might have become a bit of a problem.

It was, therefore, quite by a fortunate accident that he, in one broken night of forlorn dreams and too many memories, stumbled upon the mirror.

Some part of him knew what it was, and knew that it was not something to be taken lightly, but still he returned. Night after night, he watched the shadows under his reflection's eyes grow longer and more pronounced as he watched the woman smile lovingly at him from the other side of the glass, saying she forgave him.

This went on peacefully for a while, Lily ever forgiving and Severus ever vigilant, until that one night everything changed.

"Headmaster. I believe we need to move the Mirror of Erised."

Dumbledore glanced at the watch he wore, then out the window. The moon had barely began to descend from its crest and the castle was sound asleep, discounting himself and the Potions Master, the latter of whom was looking decidedly haggard and panting, like he'd come running from something terrible. "Well, that was the plan, Severus, but don't you think it's a little late to be doing anything now?"

"No. It must be done right this instant."

Frowning, the Headmaster followed him through the halls, snaking through corridors, to get to the Room of Requirement. He smothered a yawn. The mirror stood innocently in its place. Severus blatantly avoided gazing into it, instead choosing to stare at a particularly intriguing floor tile.

"Would you mind telling me why it was so imperative that this be done now? I was just getting to the good part of my dream. I believe it had something to do with a dragon guarding a trove of lemon drops and I am most anxious to find out more."

Severus walked toward the mirror, took a deep breath, and looked into it. He remained mesmerized for a few moments before jarring the hold it had over him, and turned rigidly, his back firmly facing the thing, to his mentor and confidant.

"I suppose you can imagine what I see when I look into this."

Dumbledore yawned, not bothering to restrain it. "I am going to venture that you are not holding up a pair of thick, woolen socks."

"No."

"Then, in that case, it does not interest me. Your wishes are your own."

Severus grit his teeth against the remark and those coming. "It got worse tonight."

Half-way poised between leaving, Dumbeldore stopped. "So you've been visiting regularly."

"Can you blame me?" He ran a hand through his hair. "Only now it needs to stop. It's gone too far. I need it to be as far away as possible, where I can't get to it any more."

"I see...You know, another person in the castle also found this mirror and has taken to paying frequent visits. I've already talked to him about it and I was going to move it next week, but--"

"It goes now."

The headmaster's brow furrowed. "Why are you so anxious about to see it gone?"

Severus swallowed and told all, trying unsuccessfully to dispel the crimson flush seeping its way into his face. "Because now she's wearing a wedding dress and if I don't stop now I'll never leave this room again."

There was a very long, very awkward pause.

"Really? After all this time?"

Meeting his eyes evenly, despite the tears threatening to overtake across his vision, Severus nodded.

"Always."

He turned back for one last look before the mirror vanished from his sight: Lily stood beside him, flowers adorning her hair, white robes delicately clasped at her neck, her arm tucked into his, her head gently resting on his shoulder. She was about to reach out to stroke his cheek when everything went black. The room swam for a moment and Lily was once again gone forever.

"Severus?"

Holding onto the wall next to him, he steadied himself. Withdrawl had never seemed like it would be this hard. "Yes?"

"I need you to come along with me. I can never work out your blasted potions trick down there."

Severus rolled his eyes.

And that was the end of that.

vi.

"So, Potter."

Severus had gone through great pains to make his voice calm. After the release of Sirius Black, the catalyst of Lily's murder, most probably freed at the hands of her idiot son, it was everything he could do at first to keep himself from yelling at the infernal, justice-hungry boy. Harry, he could tell, still wasn't convinced that his Potions teacher wasn't going to lash out at him again, as he'd been doing for most of the night.

"I've heard that your patronus came in the form of a deer."

In all actuality, he'd nearly spat out the Pumpkin Juice he'd been drinking when he overhead Remus Lupin mentioning it in passing at the staff table.

"Yeah," Harry nodded slowly, unable to quite fathom why this was so important. "It was a stag."

Severus let out a breath that he'd been holding. Then, he said, voice low and a faint smile ghosting around his lips, "Remind me never to call forth my patronus anywhere near yours."

Harry fixed him with a confused, slightly fearful look at the Potions Master's odd expression from his infirmary bed, but no explanation was forthcoming.

Severus Snape was a terribly jealous man.

vii.

"Trust me, Tonks! It's the best way to introduce yourself to this particular member of the Order." Sirius confided to the pink-haired Animagus.

"Really? And you're sure he won't mind?"

"Oh, he'll think it's a great lark! Won't bother him in the least--in fact, it'll just commend you to him. We all need to have a little fun every once in a while. He's always been a big supporter of that sort of thing. Now, you certain you can pull this off?"

Tonks stuck her tongue out and winked, her hair shifting to a brilliant blue just to prove her mettle. "Piece of cake."

"Good." He handed her a small square of paper. "Will this do?"

"It'll do just fine," she said, her appearance altering even as she did so, eyes still fixed on the paper for reference. Her hair became a brilliant auburn, his irises swam into emeralds. Sirius was very impressed.

"Excellent! I didn't think you'd be able to catch the likeness this bloody well."

She grinned and punched him on the shoulder playfully. "Hey, it's my job to do this kind of stuff! Dont'cha think they'd 'ave fired me if I couldn't?"

Motioning for her to quiet down as he listened at the door, Sirius whispered: "I think this is him. Do you remember what to say?"

Tonks nodded, giving Sirius just enough time to melt into a curtain with Lupin and a few other members of the Order they'd gotten in on the joke before the door opened and Severus Snape stepped in.

He hadn't been expecting anyone to be waiting for him. Having been called down from Hogwarts on rather short notice (he'd had to leave a potion half-complete, which vexed him to no end), his robes were splotched with splashes from ingredients he hadn't gotten a moment to clean off, his mind elsewhere, he never expected to bump into Lily Evans at a meeting for the Order.

His throat constricted, and all of a sudden it felt like someone had scooped all the air out of the room. A chill overtook his heart and ran rampart over him, casting itself down his limbs. He tried blinking his eyes, thinking that it must be a fever dream, maybe he'd poisoned himself by some cruel mistake and was hallucinating. He'd been overworking himself all this week, that was bound to be it, had to be. Lily was gone.

This was just some twisted figment of his imagination come out to haunt him at an inopportune moment.

She reached out and touched the sleeve of his robe, sending a shiver racing through his arm.

He let out a strangled "Oh," forced to acknowledge that this was really happening, that the apparition was really real.

"Hey, Sev."

The smile, the green of her eyes, seeing her face looking back at him from what seemed centuries ago, perhaps the feeling of simply not being quite so alone any more--he couldn't identify what exactly made him bridge the space between, take her in his arms, and refuse to let her go, but he knew that if he didn't give into the tempest now, he may never get another chance.

Clutched tightly against his chest, Tonks heard him whisper something fervently, something so soft that at first she'd doubted she'd heard it at all. She felt a tremor rack his body--why? He wasn't crying, was he? Sirius has said this was a joke...-- and felt his heart pound unevenly against her own.

All at once, everything was over as quickly as it had began. Lupin, furious, had burst forth from the drapery, a Sirius wheezing with laughter in tow.

"You lose, Moony, old boy. Looks like Snivellus here still has a thing for her after all. True love just lasts forever, doesn't it?"

Severus was gone so fast that only Tonks, jerked out of his arms in an instant, caught the look of burning hatred he threw at the two remaining Marauders. The door slammed behind him and a soft pop! a few seconds later confirmed that, no, Professor Snape would not be attending this particular meeting of the Order of the Phoenix.

Lupin sighed, pulling a galleon out of his robe pocket for Sirius and turning to Tonks at the same time. "He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No, of course not."

He smiled. "Well, we'd better start getting ready for the meeting then. Severus is going to need to come up with a good excuse. I imagine Dumbledore won't be pleased."

And as they fixed the chairs and tables, all the way through the introductions, updates, and the general commencement of the meeting, Tonks couldn't focus. Even when called to report on the status of her charge, her mind kept drifting back to what she'd heard whispered in her ear most insistently moments prior:

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

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Fic: Lost You (hp/rw, PG)

2007-08-03T00:44:49Z

Title: Lost You
Pen name: Genre: Romance
Pairings (if there are any):Harry/Ron
Rating:PG
Complete or Work-In-Progess(WIP):
Chaptered or One-Shot:
Summary:A little scene the night of the First Task
Any warnings?: (Character Death/Slash/NC-17/etc/other) Mild Slash, sap, Movie-verse

“Ah!” Harry suddenly woke with a start. He had hoped that after battling a dragon and staying up as was politely possible to celebrated afterwards, would have been enough for his dorm mates to allow him a decent night’s rest.

Focusing on the blur of a person in front of him he blinked trying to get make the picture clearer. Soon the blur changed into familiar red hair and a long pale arm that Harry identified as his recently restored best mate. Ron was sitting on the side of his bed, his arm on Harry’s shoulder shaking him slightly.

“What’s wrong Ron?” Harry asked propping himself up with this shoulders.

“Harry, I’m sorry for waking you, I’ll be quick about it. I just didn’t want the others to interrupt us.” Ron tilted his head back to indicate the rest of the dorm.

“Okay,” Harry said sitting up. “What is it?”

“I…I wanted to…” Ron leaned over him lifted Harry into a hug. Ron’s arms where around Harry head, pulling his head onto his chest. “I am sorry for being a jealous prat.”

Harry was reminded of the hug Mrs. Weasley usually gave him. Though instead of the soft bulk of a jumper and a the smell of flour surrounding him, Harry’s face was buried against a flat cotton tee and it was the smell of unscented soap that invaded his senses.

“I was so scared Harry.” Ron whispered placing his cheek on the top of Harry’s head. “Absolutely terrified. There was a moment where I thought I’d lost you. For good.”

“Why are you saying this?” Harry asked a blush slowly growing on his face.

“I hated feeling like if something really bad had happened to you, I mean really bad, the last thing you’d remember about me would be…it wouldn’t have been…since we hadn’t…I didn’t… ” Harry could feel Ron shaking against him as the red head’s dry sobs ripped through his lean frame.

“Ron, it’s okay.”

Ron let out a choked cry.

Only half aware of what he was saying, Harry tentatively wrapped his arms around Ron’s torso. “You didn’t lose me. It’s alright. I’m safe. See? I’m here. With you. I am safe.”

“I know. Oh Gods do I know.” Ron said releasing Harry he placed his hands on Harry’s shoulders and watched as his nearsighted friend look up at him.

“Thank you.” Harry said fisting Ron’s shirt. “You were worried about me and that makes me happy. Very happy. Because, believe it or not, for a moment there I thought I had lost you too. Ever since my name came out of the damn Goblet I was worried that it was the end of us." Harry said bitterness creeping into his voice as he mentioned the Goblet of Fire. "I don’t know what I would do if I had really lost you. I missed you so much these last few weeks. I nearly went insane.”

"I missed you too." Ron said returning the smile. "Now go back to sleep. We got potions in the morning."

"Yeah, yeah you don't have to remind me." Harry said frowning slightly as Ron ruffled his hair.

Ron stood up and took a few steps towards his bed before pausing and going back over to Harry. Leaning over the green eyed fourteen year old boy he pecked his lips on Harry's.

"Night Harry." He said quickly walking to his bed.

Too shocked to respond Harry didn't say anything and turned to his side facing away from Ron.

He closed his eyes and just before Harry fall asleep, a small, shy and utterly sincere smile appeared on his face that lasted the whole night.

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Fic: Dumbledore's Dream (hp/rw, PG)

2007-08-02T23:56:48Z

Title: Dumbledore's Dream
Pen Name: bramblerose4
Genre: Romance,Angst
Pairings (if there are any): slight Harry/Ron slash, but could be seen as firece friendship
Rating: PG
Words:439
Complete or Work-In-Progess(WIP):
Chaptered or One-Shot: One-shot
Summary:What happens to Dumbledore's dream after his death?
Any warnings?: None

Albus Percival Wulfric Brain Dumbledore had a dream for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, for the whole wizarding world really. He had this dream long before he became Headmaster, before Tom Riddle became the Dark Lord Voldemort, and certainly before Harry Potter became the Boy-Who-Lived. It was a dream where wizards, witches and magical beings of all kinds, could live together in understanding and tolerance; where commonalities outweighed differences; where fairness and love prevailed over corruption and hatred. Several wizards had similar dreams, but most believed if anyone could accomplish that dream, it was Dumbledore.

Now that he was gone, what would happen to Dumbledore’s dream?

The following months were hard on the wizarding community. As word spread about Dumbledore’s unnatural death, the Daily Prophet had been filled with reports of flowery speeches from Ministry officials about his dream, how noble and dedicated he was, and how his many accomplishments would be remembered in generations to come. They were only pathetic attempts to assuage the public cries of anger and disbelief and to restore the civic order of denial, as the growing fear confirmed the end of a glorious dream, and the beginning of a ceaseless nightmare.

I was distracted from my dark thoughts as the sound of cloth moving over cloth broke the heavy silence of my orange room. My head instinctively turned to Harry’s bed as he mumbled incoherently for a moment, before turning from his side onto his back. A random stream of moonlight clearly illuminated his features, his eyes slightly open, lashes fluttering in sleep, his mouth set in a thin grimace. A corner twitched upwards, his mouth parted a little.

“Ron.”

My name was more mouthed than spoken, though I dared not move from my bed. It was a private utterance, one that I wouldn’t have heard if I hadn’t been looking at him at that moment. A quick kick of a leg caught my attention, as Harry’s faced contorted into a grimace and a low, throaty grunt passed through his dry, cracked lips. Suddenly he sat up and gasped.

“RON!”

I was at his bedside and had him in my arms before he even finished shouting my name.

“I’ll get him! I’ll get him and I’ll make him pay!” He cried in a desperate, frightened voice.

I was not sure if he meant Voldemort or Snape. As I gently rocked him and whispered words of comfort into his hair, I realized there was one person who hadn’t lost faith in Dumbledore’s dream, and as long as he lived, fought and loved, I would believe in the dream too.</div>

Fic: Fire Whiskey and Smoke

2007-08-02T15:40:52Z

Title: Fire Whiskey and Smoke
Pen Name: bramblerose4
Genre: Angst, Romance
Pairings (if there are any): Harry/Ron, Harry/Ginny
Rating:R
Complete or Work-In-Progess(WIP):Complete
Chaptered or One-Shot:One-shot, with possible sequels
Summary:Ron’s nightly cravings for Harry won’t let him sleep.
Any warnings?:One sided love, Het!Harry, smoking, drinking, sexual situations, postwar.
Notes: Unbeta’d so all mistakes are my own. ENJOY!

It was the sound of someone knocking on my bedroom door that woke me.

"Yeah?" I asked, sluggishly shifting from my stomach to my side so that my body faced the door.

"Ron, it's me. Can I come in?" Harry's voice drifted from the hallway.

"Yeah," I answered, sitting up in bed.

The familiar silhouette of Harry came into view as the door opened. The light that followed Harry into the room hurt my eyes and I instinctively shield them with a hand. Harry closed the door the soft click alerted me that he had also locked the door. I tried not to show how much that worried me.

"Hey."

By this time I was laying on one side, my knees bent outward, so there was a languid "S" shape to the sheets. Harry took the few steps from the door to my bed and sat in the curve made by my chest and stomach, my kneecaps fit in the small of his back. When I tried to shift my legs in order to give him more room, he placed a hand on my hip, stopping me. "You don't have to move. There's enough room for me. Besides, I like having you close."

I grinned uncertainly. One thing Harry had insisted on when he agreed to become flat mates with me was privacy. He wanted his space and any violation of boundaries would result in my insides turned to the outside courtesy of the entrails-expelling curse. He even wanted it as a part of their contract he was so adamant about it. I managed to talk him out of it but I knew that it wasn't an empty threat. It was that very idea of meeting my spleen then that confused me now.

I was a shirt lifter who fancied his best mate, and Harry was dating my sister. I understood that, I respected that, so when Harry scooted over towards me so his bum rested against my crotch, there was more than a twinge of discomfort.

"Ron, we're mates right? We're the best of mates, since our first year at Hogwarts." Harry leaned back so that my knees were pressing into the small of his back even more.

"Yes. Harry what's your point?" I said more impatiently than I wanted too. He was too close, and my body was starting to react to the heat of our bodies so pressed together.

"My point, my adorable friend, is that I want to become more." Harry said in a low, husky voice.

"More?" I swallowed. "More than just friends?" I searched his eyes, trying to find any sign that he was under in the influence of something, anything, to help explain Harry’s sudden urge for a cuddle-fest with his gay best mate.

"Mmm, much more." Harry's tongue slid out of his mouth and gently swept across his dry lips. "Is that okay?'

I could barely breath as my eyes followed the small swell of his pink tongue, inviting me. An involuntary shudder passed through me at the rough touch of Harry's hand on my chest. Already my nipples were hard and sensitive as he ran a hand over my tee-shirt.

My breath hitched at the feel of his other hand traveling underneath my shirt from behind.

"Gods, how I've wanted you to touch me like this."

"You can touch me too Ron." Harry whispered. "I won't mind. Please, I want you to touch me."

Without full control of my body's reaction, I closed the remaining distance between our bodies and crushed my mouth against his. Lips, tongues, teeth, and breath all came together in heated kiss after heated kiss. I even felt the loud moan pass from Harry's throat and jump down my own as I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him closer. I laid back down on my bed and nearly explode with all the heat passing between our bodies. watched as Harry took off his tee-shirt. He hissed when I reached up and rub one of his nipples with a finger.

Wordlessly, he moved from his sitting position and has both his knees on either side of me, straddled the bed. It took me a moment to realize that I am pinned to my bed with the love of my life hovering over me, and then he began to move. He started slowly, rocking his hips against mine. Harry leaned down and kissed me.

“Take me Ron.” Harry whispered.

"Shit," I moaned, sitting up in bed. My breath was shallow and sweat poured down my face. It was a dream. Another unfulfilling dream. I placed a hand over my rapidly beating heart and took a couple of deep breaths to steady myself.

These dreams were happening more recently ever since Harry and Ginny broke up two weeks ago. It wasn't like Harry was available, or even interested in me, but that didn’t stop the dreams. I knew better than to think that it would be the last time, they were constantly breaking up, only to make up again a few days later, once they had time to cool off.

I laid back down, but now I was too restless, the dream still to vivid. Nothing a nightcap couldn't cure. I got out of bed and opened my bedroom door. It's much cooler out here than under my bed sheets and goose flesh instantly appeared on my bare arms and legs.

The smell of a freshly lit cigarette smoke told me that I was not the only person in the flat who was still up. And sure enough, I found a fully clothed Harry laying on the sofa in the darkened living room. There was a glass in his hand and a small bottle on the coffee table. His arm rested on the armrest above his head, occasionally, he would bring it down and take a drag of the cigarette. He looked so mysterious, so masculine, so sexy with a fag sticking out between his index and thumb. I noticed a bottle and glass sitting on the coffee table.

"Hey, what’ve you got there?" I asked, walking into the room.

Harry seemed startled to see me. "W-whiskey."

“Mind if I join you?”

“Yes. No. I mean, yes, you can join me. No, I don’t mind.” Harry gestured to the space next to him.

I walked across the room and sat down dragged the bottle over and refill his glass. “It looks like I am not the only one who couldn’t sleep.” I picked up the glass and drained it in one go, reveling in the burning sensation of the liquor down my throat.

“I just needed to think.” He said dismissively. I looked at the half empty bottle, but didn’t say anything, usually people drank in the dark to forgot they could think, not encourage it, but I didn’t say this to Harry.

I asked for a cigarette though I don’t really care much for the brand. He lit the end of the cigarette with his, our fingers brush when it passed over to me. “So, what’s got you up so late?”

I thought he hadn’t heard me when he didn’t respond. I was about to repeat the question when Harry turned away from me and said. “The usual.” He leaned over and filled the glass half way.

I didn’t press the matter, though I wanted to. Instead, I took the hint and started talking about everything, we talked about the Canons chances against the Ballycastle Bats and complained about the ever growing workload at the Ministry. The night passed with talking We continued to talk about anything, except what was in our heads and in our hearts.

“Damn, morning already.” I said, watching the cigarette smoke swirl in early morning sunlight.

Harry stood and stretched. “I suppose we should go to bed.”

I stood up with him. “Yeah.”

I started to follow him out of the living room when he stopped and turned to me. “Thank you Ron. I really needed this night.” Before I could ask him what I meant, Harry’s arms encircle me. “Too bad I didn’t fall for you, eh?”

“Yeah,” I said, unsure if he was joking or not.

The two of us walked down the hallway leading to our awaiting bedrooms. I watched Harry’s hand swing back and forth, each time it seemed to swing closer to me. It would be so easy to grab his hand. Would he care if I took his hand? Does he want me too? Is that why he is walking so slowly? Just as I gain enough courage to go for his hand, Harry grabs the handle to his bedroom. And I mentally smack myself.

Harry turned and faced me. “Ron…”

“I’ll wake you at noon.” I interjected, answering his unspoken question.

Harry smiled softly at me. “Thanks.”

“Sleep well Harry.” I said, putting a hand on my bedroom door handle.

“You too, Ron.” Harry said, disappearing into his room.

I stared at his door for a moment, the familiar pain of longing broke through and I turned the handle to my room. Walking inside, I fell onto the bed and was asleep the moment my eyes closed.

As the sun rose over the world, I dreamt of a kiss filled with fire whiskey and smoke. Fire whiskey and smoke. That was what I would have tasted in our kiss.

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Hi there!

2007-07-31T23:31:48Z

Name: Sarah
Age: 20
Location: St. Charles, IL
Favorite Pairings: Oh my. This is so hard. I ship Harry/Hermione AND Harry/Ginny. I ship Remus/Sirius AND Remus/Tonks...
How long have you been writing?: About a year. I wrote fic when I was much younger, but I don't count that.
Any other communities you post at: I actually haven't posted any HP fanfic since I was twelve. I'm working on some now, though, and I'm here to hopefully find some people to help me out with it. :) I'll probably post at some DH fic comms when I finish something. I do write Doctor Who fic, pretty regularly, though.
What got you into fanfiction?: ...I don't remember. I first read fanfic on the internet a decade ago.
Example of your writing (300 words or less , please): This is a bit from a five-piece fic I'm writing. Character vignettes, each focused one of the five senses.

Severus Snape taught Harry Potter for six years.

Everyone convinced themselves that the hatred between them was rooted in the schoolboy feud between himself and the elder Potter.

Severus didn’t much care for the fact people regarded him as the type of person who held a grudge so petty against someone who had hardly earned it, but it served his purposes. No one would ever suspect the real reason. Not if they thought him incapable of it.

From the moment Severus first walked into a classroom with Harry Potter at a desk, the boy never had a chance to prove himself. The first day, ridiculed. The boy grew to hate him, and that was just fine.

The more the boy hated him, the less he’d see of him.

And the less he’d see of those eyes.
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Do you want your sample to be critiqued?: Sure, it's for a fic-in-progress, anyway!
Any challenge ideas?: How about different versions of the epilogue?

finitefanfic @ 2007-07-31T18:56:00

2007-07-31T23:08:48Z

Name: Camden, nicknamed abusing_sarcasm
Age: 28
Location: Mid-Michigan
Favorite Pairings: R/Hr, R/H, R/H/Hr, recently AS/S.
How long have you been writing?: I've been writing fanfic on and off for about three years. I've also been a professional writer of various things for about five years.
Any other communities you post at: Just a few of the new ones recently, such as the_ass_ship , dh_fanfic and the like. I'm also participating in the in_memoriam_7 challenge.
What got you into fanfiction?: Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I became an obsessed fan, and started reading fic online. I progressed to writing my own, mostly Spike/Xander slash.
Example of your writing (300 words or less , please):

“Okay,” she said in a rather small voice. Without asking him to turn around, she began unbuttoning her blouse. He watched her openly. After all, they could die at any point. He might never have another chance to see Hermione take off her shirt. She didn’t look at him, rather she watched her fingers undo the buttons as if she might forget how to perform the simple act.
She shrugged the shirt off of her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. He’d heard about women taking their clothes off for men in an erotic fashion, with dancing and shimmying and such, but he couldn’t imagine anything more erotic than the sight of Hermione Granger in her bra, dropping her shirt to the floor instead of neatly folding it.

Do you want your sample to be critiqued?: If anyone feels like it.
Any challenge ideas?: Good question! I've been wondering if a challenge would crop up to insert some Trio fic into the DH canon. I think that there are many places where it would fit.

I'd also add that I'm a professional copy editor as well as a writer, so if anyone needs a story polished, I can do that. It's a welcome relief from reading about insurance sales or some of the other snooze-inducing books I've edited!

Thanks! :)

Introduction

2007-07-31T22:55:16Z

Name: ficklemuse
Age: 30-ish
Location: Hogsmeade
Favorite Pairings: Neville/Everyone, Sirius/Remus, Remus/James, Ginny/Harry, Lucius/Severus
How long have you been writing?: More than ten years
What got you into fanfiction?: A friend of mine got me hooked into a message board and the board had some really excellent fic writers that inspired and encouraged me to write my own. (Though my first fanfiction was technically when I was seven and I wrote a story about the Easter Bunny)
Example of your writing (300 words or less , please):

This was in response to a writing challenge for your character to write a letter to someone who has hurt them.

*There are Deathly Hallows Spoilers inside*

Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Rabastan and Barty -

I want you to know that your 'Lord' is dead. He died at the hands of Harry Potter. All of his Horcruxes were destroyed. He will never rise again.

I want you to know this because I want you to understand that evil dies. It may take a few tries but it always dies in the end. And while it's horrible and almost unbearable while it lives - the pain dies with it - slowly yes, but it does fade away leaving good to take its place. Your 'Dark Lord' didn't understand that and maybe you can't either. Maybe you've moved beyond a place where you can understand goodness and love and forgiveness.

Maybe you think that what you did all those years ago to my parents meant something. It's true you destroyed my family, you broke their spirits and you made me afraid. But it's over now. I have my family. My Gran and I love each other and she is proud of me. My parents minds may be broken but their spirits are alive; they're alive in me and they'll live on in my children and my children's children. I am not broken and I am not afraid.

You all will be forgotten. There is no one left to carry your memories, no lives that you've touched who cherish you. You will just die a little bit more with each day that passes. You won't be going to heaven or to hell - you'll just stop existing anywhere at all.

I think that's fitting somehow.

Neville Longbottom

Do you want your sample to be critiqued?: Sure.
Any challenge ideas?: I'm really interested in seeing what went on at Hogwarts during the year Harry, Ron and Hermione were gone.

Intro post/ Application

2007-07-31T22:28:34Z

Name: (This could be your pen name or your name. Your choice.): Tina, pen name: Bramblerose4
Age: 23
Location:Columbus, OH
Favorite Pairings:Harry/Ron, Harry/Neville Harry/Luna, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Luna, Ron/Neville, Neville/Ginny, Remus/Sirius, James/Sirius, Fred/George
How long have you been writing?:Stories since 12, Fanfiction since 18
Any other communities you post at: harry_and_ron , harryron100 , 100quills , hprwfqf , hrroundrobin , ronslash , harry_slash ,
What got you into fanfiction?: Was at a Sailormoon fansite and there was a link marked "fanfiction", curious, I clicked on it and the rest, has they say is history.
Example of your writing (300 words or less , please): The Wrong Sort
Do you want your sample to be critiqued?: Sure, I know that I could use the help!
Any challenge ideas?: Hmm, how about a rewrite of DH? LO!

s e c t u m s e m p r a !

2007-07-31T22:04:55Z

Name: Cinq (Commodore's Chick)
Age: 18
Location: Home (OH), if not, at school (PA)
Favorite Pairings: LE/SS, Sev/Tonks, SS/HG
How long have you been writing?: Probably a little after I started reading. :3 As far as fanfic is concerned, I started out in Artemis Fowl three or four years ago, and here I am. I once said I would never write HP fic, so here's to me as I eat my words~
Any other communities you post at: I'm all over the place, honestly. Pretty Much any comm in my profile I've posted to. My HP fic is also on FFN under the penname Strawberry Crumpet.
What got you into fanfiction?: For AF, it was the death of my favorite character. I was convinced throughout the entire book (he died early in the beginning) that Commander Root would come back somehow, and had even thought out several really good theories as to how he would do it, but no dice. I thought that my ideas were better, so I wrote. I tried to use fanfiction as an excuse to improve my writing, especially during my sorry junior year's English class. From there, given enough time, it just branched out into other fandoms and the rest is history.
Example of your writing (300 words or less , please): (!DH spoilers ahead!)

He'd nearly added poison to a draught he'd promised Professor Quirrell when he realized that this might have become a bit of a problem.

It was, therefore, quite by a fortunate accident that he, in one broken night of forlorn dreams and too many memories, stumbled upon the mirror.

This went on peacefully for a while, Lily ever forgiving and Severus ever vigilant, until that one night everything changed.

"Headmaster. I believe we need to move the Mirror of Erised."

"No. It must be done right this instant."

"I suppose you can imagine what I see when I look into this."

Dumbledore yawned, not bothering to restrain it. "I am going to venture that you are not holding up a pair of thick, woolen socks."

"No."

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Do you want your sample to be critiqued?: Honestly, no. I've beta-ed it, reviewed it, and am quite happy with the finished product.
Any challenge ideas?: Spell-inspired fanfics, character challenges on their birthdays (many happy returns to Harry today, by the way :D ), song lyric prompts, rewrite any climactic scene by switching DADA teachers (e.g., rewrite PoA's climax with Lockhart instead of Lupin), crack pairings, write a fic inspired by a piece of fan art, combine two genres that really don't go with each other (but make it work anyway), write a parody of a terribly serious scene~ <3

Intro

2007-07-31T18:46:21Z

Alright. Hopefully, now that I've done a little bit of advertising, we can get the community rolling. Haha. Hey there, I'm Sakuya and I'm one of the mods. For now, we're keeping this open membership, so the following application is just for introductions, and completely optional. (I'll post an example soon.)

Here, at finitefanfic you'll find:
» A friendly staff
» An archive of an assortment of types of fan fiction
» Fan fiction with all types of ships/storylines (everything is welcome, as long as adequate warning is posted for slash or adult material)
» Beta readers, on request
» Helpful advice, criticism
» Just a bit of a place to lounge and talk about fanfics.
» A registry of the latest/greatest fanfiction (contributions made by the readers of course)

We're working on building all of that up, so for now, the more the merrier!

Name: Sakuya
Age: 17
Location: In front of laptop
Favorite Pairings: Hr/R, D/Hr, D/G
How long have you been writing?: I started writing fanfiction 4 or 5 years ago, so I suppose that's how long I've been dabbling in this type of genre. Otherwise, I've obviously been writing since I was a little kid.
Any other communities you post at: Nothing else for fanfiction in particular. I have a graphics community called velvetxtrigger where I post all my icons/layouts... I've also recently became active in many of the new DH communities.
What got you into fanfiction?: I remember my first taste of fanfiction was on the official Harry Potter forums (made by Warner Bros). I think my first one was a James/Lily fanfiction. I never finished it though.
Example of your writing (300 words or less , please): *optional for now
Do you want your sample to be critiqued?: *same as above
Any challenge ideas?: Maybe a short story type competition featuring the next generation?

Anyway, that was my little introduction blurb. I'll come back and fix the sample later.

Affiliation

2007-02-12T04:32:05Z

FFF (Finite Fanfiction) is always on the lookout for prospective partners, a.k.a. affiliates. There are only a few requirements that need to be met before applying.

1. First and foremost, your community must somehow be either Fanfiction or Harry Potter related.
2. Your content should be at the very least, decent quality. Good spelling, grammar, no sticky caps, not too much slang, overbearing profanity etc.
3. The person who applies should be a mod of the community. Members may nominate or suggest a community, but in the end, it is the mod who must do the actual applying.
4. To not discriminate against new communities, seeing that we ourselves are also relatively new, all applying communities should have at least 3 posts/entries... Which really, is not very much to ask at all.
5. Beautiful or nice graphics are definitely a plus.
6. If you are not accepted (which is unlikely) don't bother trying to flame one of us (sakemonster && silveryxcrimson). It will not be tolerated, and I will explode on you, or something to that extent.

Affiliates: hp_tng theregeneration

RULES

2007-02-12T03:29:03Z

So, we - sakemonster and silveryxcrimson - decided to open our own fanfiction community, since we find it hard to find good, quality writing with interesting and original plots. We also wanted an area to find good beta readers, recommend other good fanfictions, exchange fanfictions, participate in challenges, and an area for help and advice (about fanfiction, of course).

Currently, the community is open to everyone, but there is an application process in order to be accepted to the community. (You get your rights to post on the board if accepted, etc.) Just make sure to stay on topic, as long as it’s relating to fanfiction, it’s all good. Otherwise your post will be deleted without a care.

There are some rules for posting, however. Yes, there are rules. What community doesn’t have them?

1. All posts must relate to fanfiction (whether it be an exchange/recommendation/etc.). This, we’re assuming, is a given.
2. USE PROPER SPELLING/GRAMMAR. Or you will face the wrath of the grammar nazi. And no StIcKy CaPs. Hard to read and a waste of time. I can't believe I just did that.
3. Don’t sign up just to advertise your own community. Because, that’s really useless.
4. Please put the fiction under an LJ-cut. (If you do not know what an lj-cut, please check the FAQs or the code will be provided with the posting methods.)
5. List warnings when you post up a fic. As in warning: Character Death/Slash/NC-17, and more. (More on how to post up a fic is down below.)
6. If you decide to put up a chaptered story please make one post per chapter. But if you decide to post more than one chapter up at one time, please don't exceed over 5 chapters. You'll just spam the page. useless.
7. Please add tags to your post in order to sort them by ship, and genres. (e.g. Ron/Hermione, romance, post-hogwarts, Christmas, etc.) It’ll just be easier for everyone else to find your work.
8. Please post one fic per post.
9. Yeah, no bashing here. There is a difference between flaming and criticism. The flames will get the writer and the flamer nowhere. Again, useless.

TO POST FANFICTION:
Title:
Pen Name:
Genre: (Romance/Mystery/Humor/Action/Angst/Drama/Suspense)
Pairings (if there are any):
Rating:
Complete or Work-In-Progess(WIP):
Chaptered or One-Shot:
Summary:
Any warnings?: (Character Death/Slash/NC-17/etc/other)

Then post your fic under an LJ-cut. LJ-Cuts are our best friends.

TO APPLY:

Most of these questions are to just to get to know you, so they have no bearing as to whether you will be accepted or not. Keep in mind we're also watching for spelling and grammar. Having a typo is one thing, but having excessive errors is another.

Name: (This could be your pen name or your name. Your choice.)
Age:
Location:
Favorite Pairings:
How long have you been writing?:
Any other communities you post at:
What got you into fanfiction?:
Example of your writing (300 words or less , please and under an LJ cut):
Do you want your sample to be critiqued?:
Any challenge ideas?: