I love Harry Potter fan fiction, because it allows my imagination to run free!
I probably could be doing something more productive, but since I love to read and write, and hope to be an author one day, this doesn't seem like a whole waste of time!!!!
I love this site so much. It really let's me challenge my mind and see things in a whole new light.
Go fan fiction!!!!!
EDIT: I am a poetry nut! So watch out for all my poetry and you can even check some of my poetry out on Poetry Anyone? in the Beta Forums, if you are able to get an account. :) Also watch out if you write poetry, too! I am sure to review it, and possibly leave behind a critique!
Since I write so much poetry, I thought I would make a list of my actual stories that are on the archives:
If I Die Young
His Last Descendant
In the Realms of Jealousy
The Autumn Air
A Darker Nightmare
The Ghosts that Follow
Kill It Before It Dies
The Sight of Her
A Christmas Meal of Snow
The Man of Hogsmeade
Set in Silver Stone
Pills and Potions
The Purity of the Turf
Pearls Mean Tears
The Ties That Bind
The Full House
Hot Off the Press
Murder in the Moonlight
I Stood in the Ruins
Questions (tentative title)
Eclipse of the Heart
Lines in the Sand
Here are all my poems (in order of update):
His Only Friend
Negotiation With Death
An Unexpected Turn
The Coffin Brawl
One Sweet Night
Life in Technicolor
The Bice Day
The Day the Music Died
Shades of Grey
The Endless Road
The Foulest Creature
The Lone Sentry
If No One Will Listen
Just a Diary
An Empty Photograph
The Canvas Life
The Sun Sets in Paradise
The Banished Howl
Celestina's Songbook: Summer Lovin'
The Certain Dark
The Cursed Ruin
A Greying View
With Silent Wounds
The Snow Globe
A Wintry Lust
Today I Do Not Want To Be...
A Brief Star
Where is Your Heart
The Black Rose
A Failing Mission
The Darkest Realm
The Seasons Change
In Final Minutes
The Wrong Child
For the Man on the Street
The Silver Doe/The Silver Stag
Red is the color of death
Little Bruno and the Evil Elf
For the Hero
The Frost in Melancholy
It's Christmas Time in Diagon Alley
It Came Upon A Charm So Clear
A Ravenclaw's Blue Christmas
Corpses of the Shadow and the Night
You Just Wink (First Impressions)
Killing Me Softly
Don't Let Me Go
Pax Tecum (Peace Be With You)
The Show Must Go On
A Coming War?
At the Battlefront
No One Can Ever Know
Do you think of me the same?
Into the Forest
A Lesson with Biscuits
The Weird Sisters - B-Sides and Rarities, Vol. 1
A Restless Wait
Dawn (Go Away)
The Weird Sisters - B-Sides and Rarities, Vol. 2
on this side of heaven
Through the Mines
The Sparrow and the Wolf
Summary: What promises could a cursed Ring possibly offer that could convince Dumbledore to put it on his finger, even knowing the consequences?
I really enjoyed the asides you used. They add so much dimension to the piece!
Great subject, by the way. Trying to capture the struggle of Dumbledore's when he finds the resurrection stone. :) I liked how the poem didn't read overly fast, like he was greatly contemplating his decision.
I feel, though, that it could have had a bit more of a rushed feeling to it only to add the complex dimensionality of a rash decision. But honestly, it does well the way it is. The last line really says it all and spells out that regret. :)
I can't wait to read more of your work (again). :)
Summary: Does Mrs. Granger remember Hermione in any way? Is there a subconscious memory in the back of her mind?
I think you have a very good start for your first poem. :) I like the simplicity of it that allows the emotion to really shine.
I only wish that last stanza was a little longer and more complete. Perhaps with a message to tie it all in. Perhaps like, "Til then I'll keep waiting,/Endlessly waiting for what I seek."
Other than that, very nice. I look forward to more poetry from you.
Author's Response: Thanks Nagini. I did add a few lines now. I agree, it did need a little more at the end. -Georgia
Summary: Hermione was his daughter and, therefore, was as perfect as a ten year old could be in his eyes. Sometimes the rest of the world didn't agree though.
I love dramatic irony, and this story fits it so perfectly. :) I want to reach out to the characters and tell them that I know what is happening!!!!!! I really wonder what exactly a parent would feel when they found out their child was magical. I wonder how I would react...
Anyways, this was a cute story and I loved the interaction between father and daughter. Very nice!
Author's Response: Thank you for reading and reviewing! Yeah, I think without knowing that it all turns out okay in the end this story would have been very sad indeed. I guess as a kid you'd be more accepting of things like magic, but as an adult it would seem crazy. Although if my kid was magic the overwhelming emotion would be jealousy! Thank you :) I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Summary: Luna ought to be working on her History of Magic essay, but instead she’s scribbling a poem in the margin of her paper, contemplating the definition of reality.
Nominated for a 2013 QSQ.
Why did I never see this????????? I need to get on the site more often!
WOW! I loved this! It seems just like Luna, and I am so impressed. And, Jenny, you are one of those poets that can render me speechless, no matter how much you try to deny it.
I thought the structure was genius, by the way. And the simplicity of it made it so much more poignant. I especially liked the part where she described proof as "dull," and faith as "bright." I sometimes feel the same way... :)
Summary: Voldemort laments his final battle from beyond the grave …
Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!! That is all I can say right now. :) :) :)
Summary: Hermione Granger is many things, and she is not just a sweet little girl.
Ah, Hermione! :) I really liked this poem! The refrains were beautiful, and I found that this described Hermione quite well. Nice job!
Author's Response: Thanks Ngini! I liked writing Hermione also, and find that I often tend to write poems about her. -Georgia
He who robs me of my purse robs me of nothing.
Twas mine, tis his, and has been slave to thousands.
The stars are far brighter
Than gems without measure,
The moon is far whiter
Than silver in treasure.
--J. R. R. Tolkien
There are some who, were the sun pure gold, would snatch it from the sky.
This poem got third place in the first PA challenge I ever participated in, The Anniversary Challenge v.2. :D It has also been nominated for a 2013 QSQ.
Well, I have to say that you have mastered the Villanelle form! :) I just loved all the imagery, and Perenelle's wisdom, although glory of the world is probably not one of the top things on my list to want. Fabulous job, Jenny. I'm sorry that I never critiqued or reviewed this before now, but I didn't feel worthy enough to do so. *chuckles* still don't, but I thought I would tell you that I enjoyed it.
Author's Response: Thank you! I know what you mean...when you read a piece of utter brilliance by Julia or Natalie or Minna or Carole, and you simultaneously feel awe and unworthiness...it's a lovely feeling, but it makes reviewing very difficult! I maintain that none of my poetry ought to make anyone feel unworthy (especially not you, what with your plethora of amazing free verse poems!), but I am really glad you enjoyed it. Writing as Perenelle came naturally somehow. Her wisdom is not, after all, very complicated: it is just the opposite. Simple, and beautiful. And that's all I was trying to capture...within the rhyme and pattern confines of a villanelle! It took a quite a while to write and draft... ;D Anyway, thanks again for your ever-so-delightful review!
Summary: Hermione reflects during Ron's absence.
Wow! :) This was so dramatic, but in a good way. I really liked your direct tone, which felt very Hermione-ish to me. Great job!
Author's Response: Thanks! I'm glad you liked it!
Summary: The Peverell brothers attempted to cheat Death.
Only one came close.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling.
Hello! Thought I would return the favor of you reviewing my poetry. :)
I really like the refrain, and how it is used to show what happens to each brother. That in itself was genius.
Overall, I loved the rhythm and the length of the poem, which really helped to capture each brother in a snapshot!
A couple things stood out that bothered me:
1. Punctutation. The first stanza might work better if there were commas after the first and second lines, but not the third. And then the last line needs a period, since you have every other stanza ending with one. For the second stanza, I would take out the comma on the third line. And then for the third stanza, the second line feels like an aside, which needs appropriate punctuation to set it off. So visually, the poem should look like this:
The combative man seeking to defeat,
With wand of elder grown,
Will meet an end inglorious
When Death marks him as his own.
The doleful man who yearns to steal
Souls by turn of stone,
Through endless grief will meet his fate
When Death marks him as his own.
But the clever man wishing to hide,
To tarry longer at his home-
His lifelong days will be strifeless.
And he’ll mark Death as his own.
2. Meter. This is only for the very last line. I feel like this statement would be stronger and flow a little smoother if you took out the "and" at the beginning of the last line. Of course, it isn't necessary, but it just felt like it needed to be a little stronger.
Thanks for a great read, Carole. I always enjoy your poetry. :) ~Nagini
Author's Response: Thank you very much. Yes, I was very sloppy with that full stop. It should have been there. I'm going to take another look through. I like the last line through. The additional word was deliberate because the third brother's life and death are very different from his older brothers. Thank you again. Carole
PS: SO sorry I called you Hayley. I know you're Kaylee, but my mind was elsewhere.
Summary: After the war, the Auror Office decides to Taboo the Unforgivable Curses so that any use of them can be detected. This doesn't quite go as planned however...
Shouldn't it detect the actual curse, rather than the word? *smiles* I mean, if someone did it nonverbally, the taboo wouldn't catch that, but it should catch the magic of it. If the ministry did that, I think it would be better.
Anyways, I didn't mean to pull it apart and dissect it like that. I had a fun time reading this and I was laughing, wondering how in the world the Ministry never foresaw the problem!
Does anything sound like Voldemort? Perhaps not in English, but in French and Latin something might... :) His Taboo was probably more refined, though, being a great wizard and all.
Okay, I shall stop talking. Great story!
Author's Response: Detection of the magic itself can't be done. The Trace does it, but that doesn't work for adults. As for nonverbal, the Unforgivable Curses are hard as it is (consider what the fake Moody said when demonstrating them) and very few wizards would be able to do them nonverbally, which is considerably more difficult. Even Voldemort said the incantations if in a situation in which it didn't create a big tactical disadvantage.
Summary: 10th November, 1981. Severus Snape has been summoned to Hogwarts for the first time since the war. For everyone else the fighting has finished, but for him it must continue. He is about to learn the true meaning of 'anything' and who better to teach him than the Hogwarts Headmaster.
Oh my goodness! This is my new favorite story, and I think you capture Severus' character extremely well. :) What a read! It makes me want to write more about Severus' pain. And wow! Dumbledore was spot on. This was extremely entertaining, poignant, and depressing all at th same time. Thank you for taking the time to share it with us. ~Nagini
Author's Response: Thanks for reading and reviewing! Oh wow! I am honoured! They are both so hard to write because of all the layers and lies and ulterior motives so I'm over the moon that you thought they were in character. Thanks again for the lovely review :)
Summary: Somebody seems to have written a quintet of impatient love couplets and then cast Diffindo on each one.
Definitely wasn't me.
*snickers* Nice summary, Jenny. Just popping in to say that I still love this poem, even if it is fluff. And my favorite part is still that first stanza were you interrupt the lines with "if knuts were wishes!" Teehee!
Summary: It's time for Ted to turn and face his fate.
Hello, Abi. ;) I am so happy to see other people branching out into poetry, and I really liked your poem. I loved the type of narrative it was in, and especially found the rhyme scheme to be very effective. Great job! Perhaps I will see more from you...
~Nagini, fellow poet
Author's Response: Hi, Nagini =) Thank you for the lovely review! Hopefully there may be some more in the future.. As promised, here are you cookies ;) ~Abi~
Summary: Darkness was never as alluring as in the form of Bellatrix Lestrange.
Hello! I really am impressed by your meter, especially in the second stanza. :) I also love your fourth line- "a cross on the heart, and a heart full of ice."
I wonder why you broke your rhyme scheme at the end, but it still works, since "paradise" has the same vowel sound as "side" and "guide," making it a half-rhyme, and it really didn't detract from the over all poem. I am curious, though, as to why you chose to do that. Your rhyme scheme worked as AABBCCDDEE-and then it stopped for your last two lines. For me, I could put some symbolism into it and say that Bellatrix is twisted and mad, and therefore, the ending breaking the rhyme pattern shows that. ;) Okay, no need for me to go off on some wild analysis, here.
Nice job! I hope to see more. :) In case you didn't know, I love poetry (my author page will reflect that), and I always look forward to seeing another poet's work!
Welcome to the fansite! ~Nagini Riddle
Author's Response: Thanks for the welcome! *Goes to check out Nagini's work*
Summary: They have existed for centuries, seeing generations of students. What have they learned that we need to know?
This poem won Second Place in the 2013 Aisling Challenge.
This poem was nominated for the 2014 Quicksilver Quill Award: Best Poetry.
Wow! Very nice. I love the advice at the end. One shouldn't focus on prizes, because doing good is its own reward. I think the world in general needs to hear this advice daily. :) Thank you for a lesson learned, Vicky.
Author's Response: Oh thank you for writing a review. (Poetry doesn't get a lot of reviews.) I think that the lesson is one that we appreciate more in adulthood than we did in childhood, when we still responded very positively to rewards and bribes ("If you are good, I will read you a story.")
Summary: Snape meets with Lily in a graveyard, hoping to continue his friendship with her, and hoping that it may become something more. But she isn't who she seems to be, and years will pass before either of them learn the truth.
Plot twists! :)
I rather liked his, because I think it would fit into the books rather well (then again, I am a sucker for Sev/Lily). I love that in this story, Lily was able to find out everything Severus did, and how he was now trying to save her from Voldemort, because I would hate for Lily to have died and not known the truth about Snape. But knowing the type of person Lily is, she probably understood a lot more about Severus than other people did, and I am willing to bet that she thought of him often.
Thanks for a good read. Good luck with the challenge!
Author's Response: Thank you very much. I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
Author's Response: Thank you very much. I'm so glad you enjoyed it.
On the very last day of his life, Sirius Black was bored. Bored, bored, bored.
Augh! I don't know what to say! At the beginning, you captured the boredom so well, the way that every little detail was paid attention to in the house to signify that Sirius has too much time on his hands in which to accomplish nothing. The fact that Sirius passes said time by breaking and fixing his mother's crystal tells me that he has resorted to trying to find ways of getting some satisfaction out of spite towards his family, but all he can really do is drink.
I never realized before that Sirius and James had both shared that feeling! What a great comparison, showing that James had been in a similar situation, but at least he was protecting Harry and his wife. But what was Sirius protecting besides his own life? I can see why Sirius would be so happy, then, to get out of the house and rush off to defend Harry, because his pride and ego thrive off of it, and also because he cannot stand to do nothing.
But the saddest part of all is Sirius forgetting it all. Though I think you really aptly captured his character with the fact that he could not forget laughter, which is rather bittersweet when you think about it. On the one hand, it is a really good and special thing to hold onto, remembering laughter. But on the other, it is all he remembers, and he can't even remember his best friends names. *silently cries*
I also think that the last line of your story was perfect. The fact that those words echo and whisper is a great way of showing that he is not only falling through the veil (where the voices whisper), but also that he is slowly fading away (though, perhaps, not as slow as I described there). I particularly like the words "I am," because it gives this sense that even though Sirius is no longer living in his mortal body, he does still exist, and therefore, "he is." And at the same time, it also gives a echo of his own joke, which, in a way, shows that Sirius was the embodiment of merriment and laughter, despite the fact that his name is a homophone. :)
A very good read! Thank you for taking the time to share it with us. ~Nagini
Oh my goodness, Nagini! What a wonderful surprise review! And such a lovely detailed one as well! b25; Thank you so much, love!
I was indeed trying to capture Sirius's boredom and sense of entrapment - poor Sirius; he always seems doomed to experience one kind of imprisonment or other, whether Azkaban, or Grimmauld Place, or his own sense of guilt. He is indeed unnecessarily spiteful in some parts of the story, toward Kreacher, and possibly toward that portrait of his mother. I was trying to show Sirius as someone who's lost touch a little, who's alienation has made him lose a little empathy for others. He's also lost touch with reality a bit, which is why he's so eager to rush out for a fight, and that he becomes reckless, which proves to be a fatal mistake. Kind of takes the battle as a game, actually.
Oh, I love your interpretation of the ending, with Sirius being unable to forget laughter! As for the forgetting bits, I'd say it was necessary, I guess. But as you can see from DH, it's not the end for him. Do not be upset. :)
Thank you so much for this wonderful review, Nagini!
Summary: Scorpius is looking for answers in the constellation that bears his name. He becomes what he was not, and stumbles into Hogwarts' past, thanks to an unexpected arrival from the heavens.
This is Vicki of Slytherin House, writing for the 2014 TV Challenge. This story is also my final exam of "So This Is Romance" Independent Study Class, 2014, at the Mugglenet Fanfiction Beta Boards.
SQUEEEEEE! You completed the challenge!!!!! Good luck! :)
And might I be allowed to say how awesome this story is? Even though there wasn't a basilisk or treasure in the chamber, in a way, there were skeletons, if we are going to say that the founders were buried there.
And the ending is so precious! I can imagine Scorpius saying it, and what better timing?
It's funny how worried you were at the start about this story being a little cliche with romance, but I think it works as a whole, and it was entertaining to watch Scorpius' carefully laid plans go awry in ways unexpected. And now he has a wonderful experience shared with Rose.
Who knows? Maybe Scorpius will grow up to be an astronomer, or maybe even decide to be an astronaut... Curse my plot bunnies!
Author's Response: Thank you so much for saying that it was awesome. And no to the treasure or basilisk, but yes to the skeletons and even the dusty old equipment if you count the bug. I enjoyed seeing Scorpius change and grow from the beginning to the end, and I think he has much more respect for the competence of his "old lady" professors than he did at the start.
Yes, I was worried at the beginning about how to avoid some major cliches, so I turned around 180 degrees and drove in the opposite direction, and it was a great ride. Thanks for your unceasing support.