Hey, all, I'm Robin, big Harry Potter dork and owner of this profile (obviously). I have taken several House quizzes and ended up as Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw several times each, but I personally see myself as a Ravenclaw type. I'm a college student who loves philosophy, writing, and acting - I also love daydreaming and very often get incredibly lost in my own head. Right now I am testing out one fanfiction here, which is supposed to be the first volume in a tetralogy of Next Generation fanfics about Albus Severus Potter - I haven't really written any serious fanfiction for Harry Potter before, so it's definitely new for me! XD;
Welp, I think that can wrap up my introduction~! I shall now leave you with that most wise piece of advice, "Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!" <3
6th-7th Years •
Summary: *”Not if he thought I was the spy, Peter,” said Lupin. “I assume that’s why you didn’t tell me, Sirius?” he said casually over Pettigrew’s head.
“Forgive me, Remus,” said Black.
“Not at all, Padfoot, old friend,” said Lupin, who was now rolling up his sleeves. “And will you, in turn, forgive me for thinking you were the spy?”
“Of course,” said Black, and the ghost of a grin flitted across his gaunt face…*
Those words, spoken between two old friends, lead one to wonder why two friends could have ever suspected each other of being a traitor. What could have happened once they left school to make them distrust each other?
**Quote is directly from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban ��“ Chapter 19 ��“ The Servant of Lord Voldemort - page 273
Everything you recognize belongs to J. K. Rowling. I am just thankful to be able to play in her world for a little while.
This story is dedicated to Carole. She gave me the prompt to inspire my muse again and without her, I think my muse would still be in hiding. Carole, thank you for bring back the voices in my head. And your invaluable Brit-picking.
I must also thank Bine for doing a quick and valuable beta job for me on this. Muse wasn’t interested in making sure it was all correct, she just wanted to write.
Author's Note: This story concludes in: The Face of Betrayal
1st-2nd Years •
Growing up as Albus Potter was not an easy task, and being the son of the Chosen One wasn't a piece of cake, either. Expectations of greatness have the startling ability to crush someone, especially an eleven-year-old boy.
Join Albus Potter in his rocky journey to adulthood and what it's like to live, to learn, to love, to lose, and to be the middle child.
This story is going to be epically long, and yes, I will update. It may not come as fast as the updates to The Vindication of James Potter did, as I'm posting this as I write it, but I do promise that this story will not fall victim to apathy. Hopefully, you enjoy this story if you decide to read it. :)
3rd-5th Years •
The war is over, the battles have been won. Hermione, Ron and Harry are settling down into a world without Voldemort, and for once in their lives, everything is going smoothly.
Until they travel to Australia to find Hermione's parents. As experienced as they are, nothing could prepare them for this - kangaroos, the scorching sun, a Wizarding community completely different from theirs, and one little problem no one was expecting ...
3rd-5th Years •
Teddy Lupin's first year at Hogwarts. Canon-compliant. Nominated for a 2008 QSQ for best Post-Hogwarts story.
The war is over, and all is well, they say, but the wounds remain unhealed. Bitterness divides the Houses of Hogwarts. Can the first children born since the war's end begin a new era, or will the enmities of their parents be their permanent legacy?
1st-2nd Years •
Hugo Weasley is a great kid. He is a master at Quidditch, chess, maths, and books. He can't wait until his first year of Hogwarts like all his cousins and his perfect older sister, Rose.
That's why he's devastated when it doesn't come.
Hugo and his family must now figure out how to cope with this new situation. Will Hugo attend a Muggle school, befriend non-magical children, and somehow remain Ultimate Master of Chess through it all?
Find out through the eyes of an eleven year old boy in his journal.