I am a recent member of the Harry Potter fandom, but I have always had a passion for the written word, and I hope to fulfill it here. I live in a relatively boring corner of Idaho, and I like Kokanee and a good book!
So, I suppose you're wondering what's up with my username. Even if you're not, this is how that happened. No, I was not aspiring to be a Gryffindor. I can't think of any house to which I would belong less than Gryffindor, in fact. It was a moment of clarity that I got while I was battling with myself about whether I should want to be Sorted into Gryffindor to be like Harry or to be Sorted elsewhere and follow my own path. I thought it to be much like the contemplative scene in Hamlet when he weighed taking his own life. I'm not trying to be melodramatic. That's simply is what popped into my head when I was trying to sign up to leave a review. :D
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Summary: Scorpius Malfoy is the Seeker for Slytherin. Not only that, he's the best Seeker at Hogwarts, and it's his catches that win matches. But this year things are different; Albus Potter has switched to Chaser and the new Gryffindor Seeker is his annoying little sister.
This is the story of how one match and one missed catch can change your life.
This story was accidentally deleted, so is being resubmitted ... very very quickly.
SQUEEEEE! High won the Best Next Generation QSQ award. Thank you so much for the everyone who has helped, either by beta'ing or encouraging me.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I'm not sure who I am at the moment, but there must be some Arthur Weasley blood in me.
Thank you Natalie (hestiajones) for doing the vast majority of the beta work on this, and Apurva for work on the early chapters
Squish for Natalie, Jess, Kara and Bob for helping me sort this out.
Due to an archive hissy fit regarding any story with a rating about 3rd-5th, I have temporarily lowered the rating on this story. However, I have NOT changed the content. This story is still a 6th-7th. You click at your own risk.
I may be an unholy demon for saying this, but good riddance. It's almost disgusting that Lucius's last words were bigoted garbage. I felt a bit bad for being annoyed with Scorpius for not wanting to believe Harry and Ginny, but Jaysus F Nutbunnies, I feel vindicated now that Scorpius is firmly aware of who and what his family is. While it was true that they were a bit more wise in the battle, they still believed the purist drivel.
Enjoy Hell, Lucius.
I feel like I should keep reading, but we shall have to continue this later. Pins and needles, Croll. Pins and needles. Guh! Can't wait!
Author's Response: You know, I was very close to going the other way with this and having Lucius show some repentance thinking Lily was Ginny, but ... it didn't feel right. He might not have known that Tom Riddle would try to kill her, but I can't believe he didn't have a fair idea that something pretty catastrophic would happen to his enemy's daughter. I get a bit angry when I think about him escaping Azkaban. He might not have fought at that last battle, but he was an utter bastard and should have spent time there.
Thank you so much for reading and all the lovely reviews. Making me smile a lot. ~Carole~
Egads! Oy vey! Insert-unintelligible-noise!
You, madam, know how to turn the screw. I think you really captured the strange ways that people deal with death and hurt, especially with Scorpius being curt with Lily, not really considering the idea that she would then blame herself. Poor kid. I wouldn't want that hanging over my head, the idea that, had he not gone to his grandfather's bedside, the man might not have died. Sure, he might've done anyway, but Scorpius won't see that for a while.
Yay to Astoria! No matter how vehemently douchey Draco was being to his own son, she still sneaked him back into the castle. And just so you know, Truckle might be the first house elf in fic that doesn't annoy me. She's got sass, hehe.
Anyway, I can't wait to move along. Have to go to work now, but I shall be reading on my break/lunch. Until we meet again!
Author's Response: YAY!!! I converted the mighty Jess to a house-elf - ha ha. I like Truckle, too and can picture her so clearly - even more so than Scorpius a lot of the time. Quite what that says about me, I have no idea, but there you go. Astoria has brains and knows just how to deal with Draco - mwahahahahahaha. And Draco is a douchebag, but I hope he redeems himself later on. He has his reasons. Thank youuuu ~Croll~
Summary: Neville has got quite enough to be getting on with already, thank you very much, and this... situation with Luna is not making things any easier.
Neville + Amortentia = I am slain. I don't believe I've giggled this madly in a while. Very nice. :)
Summary: If you’re smart and funny, you’re popular. Add some undeniable good looks, and you become very popular.
A hero who will always get the girl.
But for James Sirius Potter, the girl he wants is unobtainable.
This is a present for Natalie (hestiajones) because not only is it her birthday, but she’s a fantabulous friend and an all round amazing person. (and I hope she doesn’t mind what I’ve done ... eeeep)
It’s possible that this pairing may squick you out. I appreciate people have different thoughts on this but advise you to keep an open mind until the end of the story.
Due to a VERY annoying glitch in the archives that won;t let readers access stories above 3rd-5th, I have TEMPORARILY lowered the rating. This story is STILL a PROFESSORS story. You click at your own risk.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, but if I were, then I’d be living in a huge house in London, with a basement, for teh flist, and buying Alex Turner especially for Natalie.
Winner of the Best Chaptered Next Generation Story in the 2012 QSQ awards. Thank you :D
Cryyyyyyy! I was so rooting for James. He'd grown up and found himself but still loved her. And she loved him. And they almost had some fabulous young people sex. *sniff*
Interesting twists with Myles and with the other girl. I was more surprised by the latter, although in retrospect I probably shouldn't have been (as this is a gift for Natalie). It added an entirely different dimension to Dom's crisis in figuring out what she wanted, never mind who.
Shower scene = smouldering yet bittersweet. In retrospect, it really gave me the sense that Dom hated her physical needs, as they were a primary source of her personal drama and angst (though in the fic we didn't know to what extent).
I think James is a true triumph in this story. He's so...different than I've ever seen him. Making him a writer isn't something that would've ever crossed my mind. Quidditch player? Yeah. Ministry employee? Still yeah. But a writer...and it suits his personality so well. He was the sole person to look past Dom's rather blatant inference about Myles to see that there was something far deeper than that.
Anyway, my thoughts are winding dangerously into stupid and undefined territory, so I will leave you with a 'well done' and a squeeeeeeeee. Love the pairing. :)
Aww, I was so rooting for James. You tricked me with a Prof rating. Cheeky woman!
Anyway, I really liked the characterisation; they really seemed like normal teenagers, up to no good and doing stuff they shouldn't behind their parents' backs. It reminded me of being that age, even if the time since that was the case is becoming alarmingly longer and longer, hehe.
Great fic. Sizzling pairing. Heart heart heart you, and Natalie, too!
Summary: A pair of sonnets that explore the betrayal and regret of the Marauders.
Gah, I already told you how much I love this, but I will do so again because I must. The motifs and characterisation are fabulous, despite having so few words to portray them. The rhymes are well done and read so easily. And the idea of reading about the same thing from different sides of the fence is fascination in term of character exploration, but they still match up so well in terms of language and style parallels.
So well done. I heart youuuuuuuuu!
Summary: Remus Lupin reflects on his past as he faces an uncertain future after the death of a close mentor.
Awww! This story is the perfect blend of sentiment, pensiveness, and reflection, but not too much of any one of them. I don't think I've ever come across a story where Remus would punch one of his mates, but it makes so much sense, considering their age at the time.
The camaraderie between the Marauders was brilliant, but what was even better was the bouts of tension and, most importantly, how they moved past them. It is obvious from every word that you know these guys just so very well.
Well done, Twin! Boo to bad coding, but the story was excellent.
Summary: Tonks is spending Christmas alone.
I remember this poem when it was brand new, and I've decided to pay you a visit and discuss it a little bit. The mousy-brown, sad Tonks is an interesting subject, one I'm surprised hasn't been broached in fanfic or poetry much before. There was just such a potent sense of melancholy in HBP when Tonks summons her Patronus and it was not 'hers'. It was probably the first emotion I'd felt toward Tonks in the whole series to that point, so basing poetry off of it is like an instant connection for me to that melancholy Tonks.
The format you used is interesting, with the three-lined, shorter verse, followed by the four-lined one. There are a couple things I found a bit puzzling about it, however. In the beginning, there seems to be a rhyme scheme, but after a few stanzas, it sort of trickles away. I think the rhyming *might* have been unintentional, but I would be interested in your input about it. Also, the formula seems to stumble a bit toward the end in places where the stanza format doesn't alternate in its regular fashion. A steady form probably would've helped the poem out a bit in terms of flow and visual aesthetics.
Anyway, on to more fun things! The phrase 'Is there anything lonelier than Christmas when you don't want anyone else there?' is so potent for me, because Christmas seems like a holiday that a boisterous person like Tonks would love, but her feelings for Remus and his refusal to act on them are taking that away from her. In my head, it's very much like someone stealing a child's lollipop. It makes me a bit cross with Remus, but having written him lately, I can't stay mad at him (especially after what I did :/ ).
A diary is such a Remus gift. I have him pegged as a diary-keeper, so it fits in my head as something he might try to do to help Tonks without risking comforting her in person.
Overall, this is a nice poem with a few things that could be tweaked to make it a great poem. I liked this when I modded it, and I still do now. Thanks for listening, and well done. I look forward to further poems from you. :)
Author's Response: Thank you. I wasn't thinking in terms of poetry when I wrote it to tell the truth. I was just putting it down and at the end it was just more poetry than anything else. I'll look into tweaking it when I'm less busy. I'm really glad you enjoyed the subject. Julie
Summary: The Snitch is open; the Ring is out.A poem written for the Anniversary Challenge at Poetry Anyone? in the beta forums.
Um, flaility flail flail!
This is gorgeous and jealousy-inducing. It's so rich in emotion and gives me the wibblies just like The Forest Again. So very well done, and I'll be damned if you don't win this one, too!
Author's Response: YAY! Glad you liked it :D
Michael Corner muses on his short-lived relationship with Daphne Greengrass.
Originally a drabble written for the amazing Jess/ToBeOrNotToBe…in the SBBC's Musical Drabble Exchange. It was based off the song "Ain't that a B*tch" by Aerosmith and the title is taken from the lyrics of that song.
A big thank you to Natalie, the impeccably wonderful beta for this in its drabble form.
Winner of the 2012 Quicksilver Quill Award - Best Non-Canon Romance.
Gahhhh, so prettyyyyy!
I really should review this properly, but all I can muster are incoherent flails. This just oozes the song so well, and I think you picked a great pairing to represent it. Michael's dystopia was interweaved nicely throughout the story, giving it a rich sense of foreboding and sickly anticipation for the inevitable knowledge that nothing lasts forever, but some things even less time than they should.
Anyway, I shall stop rambling and commend you for not only having an expert hold on the type of story I like, but also chanelling the essence of a song that I'm sure you'd never heard of until the exchange. Ta, and *squish*!
Author's Response: Yay! You have no idea how happy I was to hear that you liked it before the authors were revealed. Thanks so much for leaving a review - and also for introducing me to the song…it's now on one of my 25 most played on my iPod :). xx Ariana
Summary: Ginny looks out of her dormitory window, and thinks of the line on the horizon, and the boy beyond.
Originally written for The Random Song Title Challenge at Poetry Anyone on the forums, where to my utter surprise, it came third place.
Wow! What a gorgeous, lush poem, Alex! It manages to be romantic and sullen all at once without too much of each. Ginny has the same thoughts as other girls her age should have: does the boy she likes miss her as much as she misses him. It really grounds the poem and gives it a base with which readers can touch and identify. Yet you illustrate the angst over the war and what it means to both of them and their relationship really well. Yes, they both do have bigger things to worry about, yet in the moonlight, she can't help it. It really shows human nature to worry about things that should be far more trivial in times of crisis, which is a great tool to reach an audience, I think. The big things weigh and loom, but in a shadow within a shadow, the small things add up and sometimes affect us more than the Big Thing.
The motif of distance in comparison with the horizon is a fascinating one. The horizon is a tricky thing, so it really adds to the uncertainty of Ginny's situation. Not only does she have no idea where Harry is location-wise, she doesn't have a clue when he'll get back, and the imagery of the jagged horizon works well with that idea and really works well for your poem in general.
Overall, I think the structure works. I don't remember what it was supposed to look like originally, but the indented sections create an engaging visual effect. And all of this compiles into a fabulous poem. Very well done!
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.
Seriously, yo. Major flailage to the lushness of this fic, and yay for you writing it for meeeeee!
Author's Response: The fact that I've jolted you from your usual measured reviews means more to me than 10,000 SPEW reviews (well, possibly). Glad you enjoyed it and I'm giggling at the flailing. ~Carole~
I will review properly at some point, but oh my Prongs, this is just amazing. It's dark and uncouth and horrible and ugly and beautiful and just kind of perfect. None of that makes sense, but I don't know what else to say. :3
Thank you so much for this. It was a brilliant drabble, but this is by far richer and darker and so much fuller. You are divine.
Author's Response: I'm so glad you liked it :) I was amazed at how highly you thought of the drabble, and so am delighted you thought the expanded version was a story which brightened (or not, given the content...) your birthday week! Thanks for the review, and your squeeing is lovely- Alex
Summary: This story is a missing moment from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. We know Ron and Hermione descend into the Chamber of Secrets in search of basilisk fangs, and we know they succeed. But what exactly happened down there? This story provides a possible answer to that question.This is WeasleyMom of Hufflepuff writing for the Illustration for Inspiration Challenge in the Great Hall. My inspiration was a drawing done by Carole/EquinoxChick, featuring Hermione's hand stabbing the cup with a basilisk fang. Thanks, Carole! You unknowingly pushed me to write something I've had in my head since DH came out. Thrilled to announce this story tied for third place in the challenge! Holy Hufflepuff! This won a 2012 QSQ Award for Best Canon Romance, one-shot! I am thrilled and so, so grateful!
In canon, this is oft a Gryffindor realm,
But several times, the Slyths took the helm.
Here, on the boards, the Badgers win tidily,
But methinks the rest could come roaring back mightily!
Summary: There is magic the likes of which humans can barely remember and seldom experience. There is, however, a handful of men privileged enough to experience a part of it: the Dryad's Consorts.
Written for the last third of Madame Alex's Character Triathalon!
Many thanks to Maple for the beta; I couldn't see myself sending this one to anyone else.
Anything you recognise is JKR's. Anything you don't recognise is possibly mine, but probably JKR's.
Wood-nymphs, more commonly known as Dryads, are first and last mentioned in the Potterverse by Fleur in Goblet of Fire. In Greek mythology, these cunning magical creatures are entirely female, and must capture and seduce human men in order to bear daughters and heirs to their forests. In other works of literature they are described as bold and highly territorial, with voracious, er, "appetite" for particular intimate activities. So, basically a shy Herbologist's every fantasy...
This story is so. Freaking. Cool.
I suppose I vaguely had an idea what a dryad/wood nymph was before I read this, but you really brought her purpose, her existence, the essence of her soul to life. Now I can't imagine a wood nymph being anything else but what you've shown here.
Merlin, the research you would've had to do! But I think it's worth it, as this story is a feat in itself. Had I know that this is what you were writing, I would've answered your CCT question right away instead of wibbling over it. Not only is this indelibly an original character fic, it's unique and incredible.
Naturally, you don't write much fic without Neville, but he is, of course, the only choice for this role. Who else but he is worthy of the gift of a dryad's love? And Melea does love him in whatever way she can, I think.
Now, on to Melea. You have imbued her with a splendid role, as both a mother and protector of the forest, but as a being with a measure of free will, one that allows Neville to live his life in the human world and trusts him to come back to her. I think she realises that he is a man in a million who would actually keep his promise to do so.
As I read your descriptions of the wind's nocturne, the song of the forest, I think I felt a little of what Neville did. There is just a deep level of understanding forged into those words, the words neither Melea nor Neville could ever find, that allowed me, a mere human, a glimpse into that world and understand its unfaltering power. It's a powerful bit of writing and completely unfair that I will never be able to do that. Kudos for that little shudder of delight.
Perhaps, though, the most heady of triumphs in this story is how you managed to encapsulate the important parts of the relationship between Melea and Neville. Watching him grow older in bounds was not sudden, but an intuitive glimpse into Melea's perception of his much more fragile life cycle, but while her own dwindles, as well. Staying alive while feeling the call of death to introduce her daughter to her inheritance and her paternity was an amazing gift from Melea to Althaea. I feel honoured almost that I got to witness it, like one marvels at once-in-a-lifetime natural events or a monumental turn in history. That was a incredible piece of writing.
All in all, I am ridiculously happy that you wrote this story and that you shared it with us. Whatever reads/reviews this has currently, it isn't enough, and I'm very put out that I have to wait a year to nominate it for a QSQ. So very excellent. Thank you. Just...thank you.
Summary: It was a summer like any other for Danny. He worked at his parents' Bed and Breakfast during the day and partied hard on the beach at night. He played the game, and played it well. But then he met Oliver Wood, and his life was irrevocably changed.
This is Equinox Chick and this is my entry for the OC challenge in the Character Clinic. This is the Shipping Prompt. (and has nothing to do with ships - hee hee.)
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. Sadly Oliver Wood belongs to her, but Danny is mine.
My protagonist, Danny, was briefly mentioned in my story Drowning, not Waving. This is his story and has been written nearly a year after Jess (ToBeOrNotToBeAGryffindor) asked me to write it.
This story won the 2013 QSQ for Best SSP and Danny won the 2013 QSQ for Best Original Character. I thank the judges, very much.
Even knowing what happens in this story, I was entranced. Danny is just so lush. I love his cool confidence and put-on nonchalance about his dalliances. I think the fleeting nature of them affects him more than he wanted to or allowed anyone else to believe.
Oliver was very reminiscent of the withdrawn bloke we saw in DNW, but his excellence in sports and laser-like focus when it comes to it were very much canon. However, the way he most stood out is how you made him your own. The young man who stood in front of a prone Danny and took a lashing from Robert was the man who went back to Hogwarts and fought in the battle. You brought that full circle subtly, and it was greatly appreciated.
I loved the minor characters in this, like Mike the Twat Cricket Player, Kay the Slutty Sister Who Enjoyed Her Conquests, Robert the Bastard Git Dad Who Needs to Rot in Fiendfyre, and Mum the One Who Knows What Needs to Be Done To Protect Her Boy and Her Family. And that was obnoxious to type. Anyway, I just thought the cast was well-played in roles that make sense and intermixed well to help set up the story.
Gah. My lovely boys. I was grinning like an idiot while they were messing around, and I actually thought Oliver's lovemaking was in character, if that makes sense. The boy is good with his hands, but he was firm and focused on what he wanted to do. And Danny, the dear, he definitely cared about Oliver enough to help him into it. I know most girls shrink off at the thought of oral, so that Danny wanted Oliver to be comfortable spoke volumes about the difference between his thing with this 'grockle' and the others who had come before.
And yayyyy, the book signing! I'm glad Oliver had that chance to be confident in who he was (both as a wizard amongst Muggles and as a gay man) to shout it to the whole bookstore that he was the one Danny wrote about. And then the note. Unf. Say YES to the hut, my loves. If only to be a leering fly on the wall...
This was a gorgeous fic, Carole, and I have brought you nothing but flailage. However, it is all I have to offer in turn for this stunning character portrait. Thank you for writing this, and thank you for giving Oliver the chance to meet Danny and learn to be what he is and not what is expected.
Author's Response: Thank yooooooooooo *flaiiiiiiils* at the review. I did, in the end, ebjopy writing this. there were parts when i wanted it to die in fiendfyre - ha ha - especially when I knew I had to write the violence because I really didn't want Danny to get hurt, but it had to be done :( because I'd already written it in DNW. Why do I do such foolish things without thinking of the consequences?!! Silly Croll!
Ah, Mike-the Twat - ha ha. I dk why he became such a twat. Originally he was going to be Dan's best friend, but that didn't work very well, so he became a prat. Kay I rather liked. i now imagine her getting knocked up by one of her conquests and living forever in the fading seasdie town ... unless she marries Mike the Twat.
Glad you spotted Danny's insecurity. I think he's so used to holiday flings not working out that he had more or less given up, but then Oliver wasn;t his usual pretty boy. Hmm, I wonder if it would have worked out. I think the fact that he was a Muggle was a barrier, but also Oliver is so focused on Quidditch and winning, would he really find time for Danny. When he's older, however ... But *sigh* Cedric will always be in the way.
,br> So pleased I made you flail. I got so much satisfaction finally getting this written, so anything else is a bonus, but flailage is wonderful! Thanks again ~Carole~
Summary: She wasn't ready, he had always known that. She pushed herself too hard, too fast, and when it all began to get too much, Katie didn't know how to handle it.
And Oliver knew that he didn't have the power to help.
This is a stunning story, and so much different than your regular style. If I didn't know beforehand that you'd written it, I never would've figured it out by guessing. The pure tactile, physical nature of it, along with the sensuality, make it gritty, passionate, and so very much up my alley!
Oliver, to me, was a refreshing departure from the man-child we left off with in Prisoner of Azkaban. Yes, he's got the drive, the competitive nature, and the drive to not only succeed but to propel those around him, as well; however, he is also the kind of man who would come back, risking life and limb, to fight in the Battle of Hogwarts. There is a tempered sense of humanity about him that might've been lacking in the third book, where he was willing to let Harry ride the Firebolt without a full inspection.
I think this is a good change from his younger self because it shows that he recognises that Katie matters more than her ability to contribute to the team, that her state of mind isn't defined by her will or her refusal to acknowledge weakness in herself. But also, it allows him to see her for her, not as a cog in the team machine, but as someone he cares about and eventually falls in love with.
As for Katie, I think you built a really important set of variables in her attitude to set up the self-harm scenario. First off, she was defensive and refused help; second, she was abnormally driven and unwilling to consider her own health; finally, she cut out Oliver from her life -- not, I suspect, because she was angry with him so much as his potential role in ending her cutting, which she used like a security blanket when she announced that it was her body to do with as she pleased.
Their romance was built gradually, which really emphasised Oliver's desire not to push her too far. But more than that, I think it allowed Oliver, as the narrator, to open up the door to the critical issues in the story by showing the signs to me as the reader that she was in trouble but make them subtle enough that it takes him some time to figure it out. Coupling that with the romantic tension that evolved into a more sexual relationship makes it feel like a train wreck waiting to happen between them.
One theme in this story that I felt was important was agency -- free will. It was woven so tightly into the story that one cannot help but think about it. Did Oliver violate Katie's right to her own body by thwarting her spot on the team (which is what I assumed happened after he found out she was cutting, though it wasn't directly stated), since he probably never would've found out about it had they not been in an intimate relationship? It's a great question to pose in a story, and the answer could mean several things to several people.
With what I see, I think Oliver did the right thing, because when Katie invited him into her heart and her life, she did grant him a place of prominence in her life and her decision-making. Not noticing a stranger or casual acquaintance's self-harm issue is one thing; no moral onus is put on passers-by for not intervening. But when someone is entwined into a person's daily life and has a vested interest in the other's emotional/physical/spiritual health, one does whatever is necessary to preserve their loved one, as well as their own peace of mind. A man like Oliver, especially as portrayed in the story, doesn't seem the type to be able to sleep at night knowing he could help and didn't.
Your writing style is so clean and bare here, which allows the story to speak for itself. There are a lot of powerful aspects of the fic, ones that are raw and aching; allowing them to shine rather than utilising copious metaphor, simile, parallelism, or what have you really gives it a chance to connect to readers on all levels. Where I think it's particularly sharp is when Oliver first confronts Katie about her cutting. The narrative voice isn't romantic or condemning or tragic, but rather it steps aside to let me feel Oliver's aching for her along with him without couching it in hidden meaning. That honesty is one of the story's biggest strengths for that reason.
Overall, this is a great fic. The characterisation was rich, well-considered, and raw. Coupled with crisp storytelling and careful themes, it is by far my favourite story of yours I've ever read. I am not just saying this because it was a gift for me, but rather because I genuinely feel like you hit so many homeruns with this that it can't help but float to the top. Very, very well done, and thank you very much for this beautiful gift.
Summary: She feels the familiar pang of disappointment that they've never been better friends. But that doesn't mean she can't try one last time to put him at ease.
This story is so intense and thick that I can't even believe how short it is. There is just so much meat to it and pure sensation on the page that it feels almost voyeuristic reading it.
I just get Teddy's characterisation here. It's hard to see him as a lonely little boy when he's doing the naughty with his godfather's wife, but it really feels like he is. From the moment he said he would be anything she wanted him to be, it seemed like he was trying to please someone at last, since he couldn't please his ex-girlfriend enough to keep her around. I think being with Ginny, who his godfather loves and reveres, gives him a sense of power because it makes him feel desired and desirable - heady stuff after a rejection.
Ginny's characterisation is a bit more complex than that and harder to read. I've myself written a story that featured Ginny having a moment of infidelity because Harry was a twat (albeit unintentionally) and never really took the time for her that she needed. I'm kind of getting that vibe here. I'd like to know more about what made her "already accept what was about to happen", and how she came to that conclusion. Maybe she was feeling too old or too undesirable, or maybe she was just tired of Harry. I'd love to know your headcanon for this scenario and some insight into her psyche other than what's on the page.
I guess I never thought about it, but sex with a Metamorphmagus would be inventive by nature. However, seeing it through Ginny's eyes, the embodiment of her sexual frustrations and her disappointment that her husband won't learn her secret places and hidden desires makes it kind of sad to read, because I feel like they will both deeply regret what happened sometime in the future.
I think, at least to me, the greatest triumph of this story is the pacing. Nothing felt rushed in terms of storytelling, yet it still managed to relay the frenetic relationship between Ginny and Teddy, while at the same time wending its way into the times they are more comfortable with one another and their trysts are far more frequent and languid. All this was conveyed expertly and subtly, which is an artform I've seen from you in past works.
Overall, this is a fantastic (if not a little weird in the pairing department) fic, and I'm glad I stumbled upon it in my yearly fic crawl for QSQ time. Its shocking nature and pat execution make it one of my favourite fics I've turned up. Thanks for sharing!
Author's Response: Hi, Jess.
First, I am so sorry for the delayed response. RL has been extremely trying the last few months, and I didn't see you here. I do apolgize...
To answer your question of headcanon- I prefer not to get too specific, if for no other reason than I fear spoiling any conclusions a reader may have reached on their own. I say that I think it could be possible that Harry and Giinny's relationship might suffer from certain lingering... let's say, presuppositions and expectations. I give a few nods in the direction of Harry's absence. Where is he at 10:42 on a Friday night? Why is Ginny only worried about having Teddy out the door by the time Lily wakes in the morning? By leaving these out in the open, I hope to invite the reader to construct their own scenario. I know mine, but I'm more than happy to allow you yours, as well :)
I have to say, this was great fun to write. There is a part of me that would like to extend it, just to play in this story a little while longer. But I feel that would certainly do more harm than good.
Thank you so much for reading, Jess, and for the lovely review.
Summary: A chance meeting in a graveyard brings the two ends of the tragedy full circle, and ties them together in a knot of completion. Loss never fades, but the remaining pieces can make a new whole again. Rated AU for the assumption that Lily Potter's father was still living at the end of the second wizarding war.
This story won First Place in the Terrible Two-Shot Challenge.
This story was nominated for the 2014 Quicksilver Quill Awards: Best Non-Canon Romance and Best Alternate Universe.
This is such a riveting story and a fantastic AU scenario. It's interesting to see Edward and Eileen bond over their losses and how alone they were, but more to see how, in the end and after all that happened, the ones left standing after the war were the ones that paid the price for it. Also, the use of the canon changes is what AU should be about.
Even though the story is in Edward's perspective, the richness of Eileen's character is stunning. You can see the initial mistrust born of a lifetime of abuse, and you can see that she's had so little to care about in her life that she can barely cope with the loss of Severus. But beyond that, it was really nice to see her make something of her life and pick herself up after Tobias died, instead of letting him ruin the rest of her life.
The revelation that Edward had been magical was shocking, mostly because that would've made Lily a half-blood, but in a way, it makes sense. Her parents were proud of her and weren't put off by her magic like Petunia was, so the idea that Edward's wife already knew about magic adds an interesting dynamic to the Evans' family homelife.
I think, though, that the greatest tool used in this story was empathy. After everything that both of them had lost, it would've been easy for both Edward and Eileen to be self-absorbed, yet they found it within each other to care about the other and be that port in a storm, so to speak. Both of them had veritably nothing left yet gave because it felt right somehow. JKR seemed to be a believer in destiny and soul-mates, so this really fits into the concept of her universe well.
I've always thought that AU should be used to enrich what we know about a character by presenting how they would deal in a different situation, or expanding what we know about an event by changing its outcome. That principle pretty much guides our acceptance/rejection of AU stories, and this is a perfect example of both of these.
Saying that Lily's parents were conveniently dead always felt like a cop-out by Jo so there was better reason to leave Harry with the relative least likely to give a crap about him and to seal his poor-pity-orphan background. This feels like the more likely outcome, with parents outliving children and mourning them for decades while waiting for their turn to pass on.
I've done some poking around, and sources vary on Eileen's fate. The HP lexicon doesn't list a death date, but it also hasn't been updated in several years, but the HP wiki lists her death as 1971, the same year Severus went off to Hogwarts. However, the wiki (rather unreliably) uses both film and video game canon, along with newer Pottermore canon, so its veracity is unconfirmed. But nonetheless, it's still interesting to see the parallels in Edward's and Eileen's respective lives and how the war affected them both in different ways but to a similar end. Something to chew on, I guess.
I never got to read this story, as Julia judged the challenge, but I'm glad I bumped into it while trawling for QSQ nominations. This is probably my favourite thing by you, and it shows how much thought you put into your work to make it feel human and well-considered.
Thank you for sharing. :)
Author's Response: Thank you so much, Jess, for such a lovely and thoughtful review. This story was my first venture into romance, and I chose this challenge prompt by default, since I didn’t think I could do a good job with the other two prompts. So I decided, “If I’m going to write romance, then I will write it about people my own age, and who cares whether anyone likes it.” People of this age have had a different upbringing and have learned different customs than the current young generation, and their long years of life and experience have developed their ways of thinking differently; I tried to reflect all that in the two characters of the story, but wondered whether younger readers would be able to identify with Edward and Eileen, or whether my protagonists would just seem like fuddy-duddies. In 2012 I traveled back to my California hometown for a high school reunion, and during that visit I walked with my husband through the familiar old cemetery, noting the names of people I used to know, and meeting some of my old returning classmates who were also strolling through the cemetery. So the scene and the tombstones were fresh in my memory when I wrote. Edward has been given a magical background because I have always wondered what ultimately happened to Muggleborn children whose families did not accept the offer of a magical education for their child. Did the Muggleborns blunder through life constantly turning people’s hair blue by accident, or did they learn to suppress inadvertent magic, or did the talent just wither away from disuse? I chose to have Edward prevent it by assuming the role of Peaceful Percy (that was Roger Daltrey’s nickname for himself after he decided to stop beating up his bandmates in The Who during the early days of the band). The early death of Lily’s parents seemed like a convenient cop-out to me also, and Julia and I discussed this a little while talking about the AU rating. There are other ways it could have been handled, but that’s a long discussion in itself. It is so gratifying to know that these characters seemed real and honest to you; it is more fulfilling to write about people who are not behaving stupidly (but, admittedly, that is sometimes hard to do when the characters are adolescents!) Thank you so much for this wonderful review. Vicki
Summary: Shaking free of one's chains is never easy. Least of all, for Draco Malfoy.Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling. (Duh.) Dedication: I wrote this for Carole/Equinox Chick, because I've wanted to write her a birthday fic for three years and failed, because her encouragement has meant more to me than she could possibly know, and because she told me to write more Draco. (What?) She's also Mistress of The Brawl, from whence this fic came.
I remember skimming this when it came out (I don't escape the queue for reading much these days), but I don't think I appreciated how beautiful this story is. There is so much here for a short fic, but without being difficult.
There is so much truth in the mentions of the cage. We're all in cages, aren't we - bound by an invisible set of parameters cast by the people around us and above us; imagine how heavy those bonds would be if we'd done what Draco had done? But, really, I think the thickest bars were the ones Draco put up himself. He didn't say he knew what he'd done better than they, but his crimes. The fall of Voldemort probably wasn't the first realisation that he had that he was a criminal, and it wouldn't be the last.
I like the sheer characterisation of what each of the Malfoys did once they returned to the Manor. All of them knew what was going to happen, so they chose to face it with aristocratic dignity. It feels so much like them.
The description in this story is also brilliant. Every word has a purpose and an impact on me as a reader - most especially, the description of the hourglass gems on the floor, mixing together like everyone at the tables after the battle. There are just so many things to point out, I can't even bring them all up here without copy/pasting the whole fic.
This is, I think, some of your best work. I know Draco isn't a character you choose to write about often and probably wouldn't have done if not for a gift, but if you can have this level of clarity and understanding for a character who is by far not your favourite, I'm pretty sure you could write a Dramione medieval princess AU and make it fantastic. :)