I'm a sixteen year old living in Texas, whose friends got into fan fiction bug so I did too; fortunately they recovered slightly but I've been marked permanently! I enjoy writing in general, but Harry Potter fan fiction is an endless sort of entertainment for me - plus I'm lazy and creating characters and settings for them is hard work reserved for times when I'm in a serious mood...which I'm generally not. :)
My favorite characters are without a doubt the Marauders, Lily, & Dobby. (Oh my goodness... I love dead people. Not that it's hard to do when J.K. Rowling kills everyone off!)
I love reviews and I can handle criticism, so feel free to rant and rave. I like nice comments too, though....;)
This is my drabble titled "A Real Gryffindor" submitted to the Gryffindor Drabble Challenge:
It was my first year. What a year to go. I almost felt guilty; I had had no share of the turmoil that most had to face. My family had gone into hiding before the real conflict had broken the surface. My parents were non-magical, but Granddad and me were wizards. Granddad said he had seen the conditions of war before, and recognized the signs; he told us it was time to lay low.
That’s the way he felt. Me, I felt like a coward. Being cooped up in a hidden apartment was no vacation, though. We had had two other families in hiding with us.
Platform 9 ¾ was alive that day. All the old faces were there, joyful with reunion to their friends. Although, that was from my perspective. There were single-parent families; even orphans present, looking sad and alone.
I found a compartment with some other boys. A few were older than me in the same year, prevented from going earlier by the previous circumstances.
All anybody could talk about was the fall of Voldemort. Harry Potter was the chiefest topic – his defeat of the most powerful dark wizard that ever lived. I’d never seen him, but Robby Brighton said he had, so they were gibbering about that, but I kept feeling pangs of guilt. To me it almost seemed as if they’d all been at the front – friends of friends harmed or missing; at least they had been awake to the scene. I’d been in my hole.
Then, looking out the window, past the smiling faces of my parents and Granddad, I saw him. Harry Potter! I was sure it was him. He had turned just for a split second, and I had glimpsed the scar! I hobbled through the other kids’ legs. I had to get out. I raced out onto the platform. It was him! He looked young. With no small trace of disgust I realized he was snogging a girl. That didn’t stop me. I marched right up to them. They broke apart. I started to say to Harry Potter everything I had always want to – how much I admired him. The words caught in my throat. All I managed to say was,
“I’m sorry!” I started sobbing like a baby.
He gazed down at me with confusion.
In between wails, I cried, “I couldn’t help. But I would have, Harry Potter! I would have been brave! I just c-couldn’t help!”
He bent and looked at me earnestly, placing his scarred hands on my shoulders, just like one man does to another.
“That’s all that counts, anyways – that you wanted to,” he said to me, smiling. I think he was a bit scared, too. “That’s what makes a real Gryffindor. It’s the heart.”
After that I boarded the train again. Harry Potter said I was a real Gryffindor – saying the words over and over washed away the guilt. I would have if I could have.
3rd-5th Years •
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.
3rd-5th Years •
From the ancient and noble house of Black to the obscurity of being Muggleborn, seventh year just promised to be another school year, although their last. Andromeda is testing her boundaries and the limits placed upon her. She's rebelling a bit from the ideals that she was brought up with. Ted is just living in the moment, still trying to decide what he wants to be. Fighting with habitual messiness and lack of organization, the cheerful, happy-go-lucky Hufflepuff soon finds himself in the midst of something he hadn't expected. Two unlikely characters, a spark of life, and the awkwardness of repeated encounters leads to more than they expected out of their seventh year.
I'm sorry for the long wait for the next chapter. It's finally finished. I graduated high school in 2010 and then entered college. It was quite a stressful time and quite the transition. I also lost the chapter once when my computer crashed. I had struggled with it for so long (writer's block) and when it was almost done, there it went into technological oblivion. I was so frustrated, I couldn't bring myself to try rewriting it until recently.
Voldemort's rising reign of terror, NEWTs, death attempts, a Headship, a tangled affair with James Potter, hilarity, grief, love, secrecy, maddness... it's almost hard to believe that I've survived to graduate. I am Lily Evans, and this is my 7th year.
1st-2nd Years •
It is April 1976, and Minerva McGonagall sits in her office, arranging biscuits on a plate. She knows she faces a stormy afternoon because today is the day she has to advise her four most troublesome
students on their future. They call themselves the Marauders; they think they want the same thing, but Minerva knows that the differences between them will not work in everyone's favour. And so, she steels herself for a very difficult day.
This is Equinox Chick submitting her final for the MWPP class.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, but I doubt that shocks you.
This story is very much a prequel to The Lions of Gryffindor, but either can be read without knowledge of the other.
In shock at the nomination for a 2009 QSQ award.
1st-2nd Years •
The line that probably best describes the legacy that the Weasley twins left behind after their Great Escape, during Umbridge’s brief rein at Hogwarts. Their legend lasted years afterwards ... but eventually, the only permanent physical reminder was the roped off corner of one corridor, containing a small part of swamp. The mystery of its origins is merely smiled at reminiscently by teachers, and the students can do nothing but spread rumours of how it came to be. When little Janey Weasley starts life at Hogwarts, the mystery is still unsolved. On a whim, and desperate for recognition, she writes home to her father, asking how it came to be. When Ron replies with the true story, a chain of events begins that might just be the making of the next true Hogwarts mischief legend ...
**One-Shot, Post Hogwarts** Now available as AudioFiction Episode #95!