Summary: My sisters were the beautiful ones, the ones with the world open to them, and I was the one who climbed trees and didn’t pay attention when they scratched me until I was covered in blood and it was already too late. The trees had given me a bit of their sap to staunch the flow, and in doing so had turned me into a wild thing, something that should have been free, but was caged forever, tied down by life.
Summary: The Prefects' bathroom is one of the many privileges available to Lily Evans and James Potter in their final year at Hogwarts. They certainly take full advantage of it in good times and bad. However, in the bad times, they find themselves needing the retreat it provides more than ever.
Summary: The war is over, but going on with life is another war in itself.
Summary: The note arrived on his desk without fanfare, so when he opened it, Harry had no idea its contents would change his life.
If he had known, would he still have read?
For the note was from Malfoy. Harry had something of his, and he wanted it back.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I am not even a pale imitation.
This story is for the marvellously wonderful and kickass Jess (ToBeOrNotToBeAGryffindor) who despite her long username deserves muchos amour today on her birthday. ~ Enjoy!
Rating temporarily lowered because of a prissy glitch. This story is 6th-7th.
Summary: This one was inspired by Lily's Theme from the Deathly Hallows Part 2 soundtrack, which I have been listening to on repeat for days. It's about Petuina reflecting on her feelings about Lily after she learns of her death.
Summary: This is a story about a love of books. It is a story about a boy and a girl united by this love.
Perhaps there's a reason why Hermione Granger values frienship so strongly. Perhaps there's a reason why Hogwarts: A History means so much to her. And perhaps there's more to her life before Hogwarts than we have been told.
This is her story.
This story was nominated for a Quicksilver Quill Award 2012: Best General Story!
Summary: Alastor Moody’s house was impenetrable. The door had ten locks on it, each requiring a complex spell to open. All his windows had been reinforced with all the security spells in existence. At least two Sneakoscopes were perched in each room. He had taken every precaution. He had added every security measure under the sun. He had thought of every possible entry point and fortified all weak areas. No one could get inside, no one, but they did. They did.
Summary: When Narcissa Malfoy gives birth to her son, Lucius should be overjoyed. Instead, his wife is being swallowed by a darkness that he doesn't know how to fight, and the life they have built might yet be lost.
This is Karaley Dargen of Gryffindor submitting my entry for Rosmerta's Mini-Gauntlet being held in The Three Broomsticks over at the MNFF beta boards.
And just as that celestial body worked its way across the sky, somehow she and Godric had moved closer together, without either really knowing how or why, just as neither were really sure who kissed who first.
A voice said, Look me in the stars,
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars,
Were not too much to pay for birth - Robert Frost
My mother always called me the good daughter (and I was good, perhaps too much so).
I was perfect (except I wasn’t, really).
I was flawless in every way but one.
Based off of the drabble I wrote for the SBBC Battle of the Genres challenge (it won first place). Thank you to the elves for such a lovely challenge!
Nominated for a 2012 Quicksilver Quill Award - Best Same Sex Pairing.
Summary: It is June 1976 and The Marauders are at the top of their game. From the outside they look to have everything.But appearances, as the saying goes, can be deceptive.
James is discovering that not everything in life is his for the taking. Sirius knows he will have to defy his formidable family. Remus lives in constant fear of his life beyond Hogwarts. As for Peter... Well, Peter is struggling to live up to his friends.
The ties of friendship are strong, but war is raging and with a dark power rising those ties will inevitably fray.
Added to the mix is an adversary called Severus Snape, some lost House Points, a prank or two and a whole lot of Lily.
This is a Marauder tale.
This is a story of what made them special.
This is a story of why it started to go wrong for The Lions of Gryffindor.
OH MY GOOD GODRIC! Lions of Gryffindor won the 2009 QSQ for Best Marauders' Era Story. Amazed and incredibly grateful to those who nominated, judged and have beta'd this fic. THANK YOU.
Trick or Treat!
3. She clicks on her mouse and swipes her wand;
Some stories go up, and some stories are gone.
Stories of her own? Why, she has plenty!
Fewer than one-hundred, but far more than twenty.
Summary: Fleur Delacour is but a trinket; but can't she be something more?
My entry for the Sharp Challenge at Poetry Anyone over in the forums
Summary: Neville is a herbologist, not an undercover Auror, and certainly not a pharmacological and criminal mastermind. But somehow he's been swept up in a plot much bigger than he is and he must be both - and he only has until springtime to make good on his promises, one way or another.
This is Acacia Carter of Hufflepuff, writing for the Great Hall School of Mischief challenge.
--- I'm not JKR. Everything in this universe belongs to her.
This story comes fourth in my Long Way Down continuity.
A gold medal and a year's supply of Rice-a-Roni to my lovely beta, Soraya/xxbabewithbrainsxx.
Summary: We know that Lily and James came from two very different households - one muggle and one magic - and that despite differences and adversity they fell in love. How this came to happen, however, is somewhat of a mystery in the Potter world. This fic attempts to figure it out. Along the way the Marauders attempt to figure out a few mysteries of their own, beginning with a string of deaths connected to Saint Mungo's Hospital. And with a war looming on the horizon and a Dark Rising taking place inside the very walls of Hogwarts, it couldn't be a more complicated time for any two people to find happiness.
Summary: Love - that's what Albus thinks sets us apart. The ability to love and the power that it gives you.
I disagree: I think it's hate. Hate is pure, fierce and unyielding. It courses through you like fire and invests you with its strength. Hate guards you from other people - it protects you. If all you feel is hate, you have nothing to lose. You are untouchable.
Love drains you. It forces you to care about others and their welfare and if they are harmed...well, then it brings grief, anguish and pain that rivals any curse. Love reels you in with its sweetness, comfort and passion and then destroys you with its absence. It is crueller than any curse. It is the Gryffindor affliction.
Summary: 'I'm going to miss you, Mr Ollivander,' said Luna, approaching the old man.'And I you, my dear,' said Ollivander, patting her on the shoulder. 'You were an inexpressible comfort to me in that terrible place.'*
Summary: What if, on that fateful October night, it was not Lily's sacrifice that saved Harry, but James' sacrifice that saved them both? What if Lily is left to pick up the broken pieces of her life after its been shattered into a million pieces? Who would be there to rescue her? Who would get her through the night? This is a story of loss, of pain, of hopelessness, and ultimately, of healing.
After much deliberation and input from all you guys who have read thus far, I have officially decided to continue this story. It was initially supposed to be a one-shot, but I've decided I already have too much of my heart invested in it to quit now. :) Second chapter in progress. Thanks, all! Advice and reviews are still very welcome!
Summary: On his way out, when she makes the mistake of glancing up, he looks at her directly and grins. She immediately returns to her parchment. Stupid, stupid Cissy.After a while, she’s forgotten him. He hasn’t forgotten her. Pretty, pretty Narcissa, he thinks with a smile.
Summary: Aged sixteen, their parents were being relentlessly pursued by Voldemort and attempting to deliver the Wizarding World from an evil tyrant. They fought against far older and more experienced wizards to bring about their victory and create a safer world for their children; to give them the normal childhoods they were deprived of.
Aged sixteen, their children are fighting, but against themselves. They battle against their own self-destructive nature and their foreign, inexplicable feelings. They wrestle with the pressures of friendships, family, relationships and work. They fight to keep secrets buried and to keep their friendships once the secrets are revealed.
Whoever said 'normal' was easy?