I'm Hannah, a 26-year-old, Brit with a fondness for Severus Snape, rarepairs and minor characters (particularly Lavender, Katie, Pansy, Narcissa, Oliver, Charlie and Percy).
I used to be very active on MNFF, but I took down my stories and left a couple of years ago for various reasons. I've now reposted my stories though, or at least some of them - the better ones, I think. All of my stories can still be found on LJ though.
Disclaimer: I'm (unsurprisingly) not JK Rowling, and so I don't own anything connected to Harry Potter. I just like to play with the characters and world that she's created.
Summary: What no one else could do, she will, when the church bells ring.
Summary: Severus has an apology to make to a first year student, in spite of misgivings and several personal rules of conduct.
This is rated for some shadowed implications of events past, none of which quite fit in the warnings.
Summary: I held your cold body against mine, as I shivered from both shock and grief. You were gone, and I had never even known you. And the skies above us were on fire, on fire with the new dawn, the dawn you would never see. And I cried.
Summary: Severus has never seen the appeal of repetition, particularly of things that ended badly the first time. In his life, he has kept one pet, owned one broom, and had one close friend.
Winner of Mod Quicksilver Quill for Best Novel! Thanks, all!
Rating and warnings do not apply to all chapters; I just didn't want anyone hooked and then shocked.
Summary: Always he had been there. To cry, and to bear witness. He survived them all. Two centuries after the final battle, a solitary figure searches for solace in all that remains of his past; the shattered memories of yesteryears.
Summary: Hope, loyalty, love, despair, and tragedy. Through it all, Lily discovers the truth about the Marauders, the affable troublemakers who hide behind smokescreens but still glitter in shattered light. They aren't the glorious, graceful men they are often perceived as, but stumbling, awkward boys who are still trying to find their way out of darkness.
Summary: This tale of the teacher whom everyone loathes,
Accounts for his anger and elegant clothes.
It dripped through my mind when, too scantily cloaked,
I got caught in a rainstorm and throughly soaked.
WARNING: Despite the glints of humour, you will need a handkerchief.