We consider each other, two shattered entities unexpectedly brought together, their homes within easy reach yet far removed. “Hello,” I say. The gesture is almost comical. I just greeted myself.
“How was it?” she asks. Her chest falls and rises visibly, rapidly. I stare at it. It’s my heart there, pounding.
My answer is a single, inadequate word.
I'd like to thank Jess for gently nudging me to write for this challenge, Croll for her never-ending support, and the SBBCers for their valuable input in the discussions. This plot bunny wouldn't have been possible without some of the debates and theories we've been focussing on in February. Thanks also to Pooja for being the most helpful doctor-in-making, and for being my mosquito-swatting soulmate.
Something has changed in Merope Gaunt, a thrumming of insect wings, a pulse kickstarting to life.
Merope is alone. Penniless, undernourished and pregnant - these are the last three trimesters of her life.
Summary: Nights are worse now with another one of his loved ones passing. Ron doesn't know how to handle it, and tries his best to calm himself in the cool morning air. Sometimes, however, there are things you just can't do alone.
Summary: It was a dangerous game she was playing; Dorcas Meadowes knew it, but the exhilaration of it all was a tantalizing addiction.
This is eternalangel of Ravenclaw wriitng for the Valentine Cotillion.
Summary: 'I know I should stop him, but somehow I don’t want to. He’s drunk, far too drunk, but for the first time in years someone wants me. I feel alive, truly alive. I can suddenly remember what passion feels like, and I never want to stop feeling it, I never want this to end.'
The title is taken from the Paloma Faith song of the same name.
This is silverlining95 of Slytherin writing for the 2013 Great Hall Cotillion.
Summary: I try to open the door, to see if anything exists out of this tiny cubicle-world, but my hand passes through the wood. The skin is grey and dusty and I can see through it. I can see through my hand. I must be dreaming.
Moaning Myrtle comes to terms with her death.
Summary: Potter. Weasley. Malfoy. Black. Seven years after the Battle of Hogwarts, a new threat has emerged that will cross distant lands and centuries in this thinking person's canon fantasy. A dark, ensemble page-turner filled with action, suspense, and mystery.
Summary: It had been thirty hours. Thirty hours since he had finally called Harry on his lack of plan. Thirty hours since he had ignored Hermione's cries. Thirty hours since he had let the beast consume him and destroy every part of his being that had been worth saving, leaving nothing but a bitter and angry mess behind. Thirty hours since he had left.
Summary: And James was walking on air, floating through his own life. Everything was wonderful and spectacular and fantastic and Sirius was happy for him - really.
Summary: If Lucius had not been pardoned for his crimes after the Second War, would Narcissa survive?
*And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?*
Merope's life is full of painful memories that make her wish to vanish forever. Even when she finally gets what she wants, she lets it slip through her brittle fingers, and she is left to fend for herself and an unborn baby in the bleak, grey world.
Will the fates allow her to die?
This is Nagini Riddle, writing for The Chaptered Challenge in the Great Hall, prompt La Vie et La Mort.
**Lyrics taken from "Fix You," by Coldplay.
Summary: A year after the war, wounds remain fresh. Survivors struggle just to keep surviving. They’re plagued with guilt, illness, and new prejudices.
Harry always thought his life would get easier after the demise of Voldemort, but he was wrong.
Summary: It's been six years since the Battle of Hogwarts ended, and the Wizarding world is being plagued with a string of brutal house-elf murders. Auror Theodore Nott is on the case. When the murderer starts targeting witches and wizards, the race is on to stop the killer before the Wizarding world falls into chaos. Tick-tock Theodore Nott.
This is eternalangel of Ravenclaw writing for the Great Hall Chapter Challenge using the Redrum Prompt.
Summary: Two years ago, the United Kingdom was overrun by parasitic insects, which turned most of the population into mindless Hosts. Those who survived eke out an existence wherever and however they can. Hermione Granger is one such Survivor, and she will do anything to protect the group she leads, including the unthinkable.
Summary: Theodore Nott is a man with an obsession. Hermione Granger is a woman with a vision. One has a secret that could end them both.
Summary: FACT: There had been a death at Hogwarts.
FACT: Deceased was a sixteen-year-old male by the name of Marcus Akers, a Gryffindor student in his sixth year.
FACT: Deceased had had contact with Neville Longbottom between 19:00 and 22:13 the previous evening.
FACT: The poison was administered in a near-exact amount.
FACT: Neville Longbottom is familiar with one of the possible poisons used in the murder.
FACT: Marcus Akers had been romantically involved with Magnolia Longbottom.
SUSPECT: Neville Longbottom. Male, 43, head of Gryffindor House at Hogwarts.
Thank you to the ever inestimable Soraya for the beta and Ellie for helping me reconstruct the story after my planning file was corrupted.
This is Acacia Carter of Hufflepuff writing for the Great Hall Chaptered Challenge of 2012.
Summary: While in Azkaban, Sirius has a lot of time to think about things best forgotten. And then he leaves, and he is confronted with these things head-on. They even follow him to death.
This story was nominated for a 2013 Quicksilver Quill Award: Best Same-Sex Pairing.
Summary: The fears of one's youth are often quite different than the fears of adulthood. For some, it remains the same, simply shifting form as one's fear moves from without to within.
For Sirius Black, light will always conquer any fear of the dark.
This is Gmariam of Ravenclaw writing for the Great Hall Boggart Challenge.
Summary: Her heavy despondent face stared morosely at the thick dust on the wooden floors. Just dust. Dust covering up the wear and tear of poverty. Dust proving the abandonment and desolation of happiness and love. Dust, dust, dust.
She herself was a mess. True, she was slightly more clean than her father or brother, but still, dirt stuck to her pale skin. Dirt covering up the wear and tear of poverty. Dirt proving the abandonment and desolation of happiness and love. Dirt, dirt, dirt.
Second entry written for the Boggart Challenge in the Great Hall.