Squeak, Squeak, Squeak!
Summary: Harry's mind is racing as he is forced to take part in a photo shoot for an article for the Daily Prophet. He can not help but feel alone in a room full of people.
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! That was just the perfect length for my little rodent brain!
You've nailed Harry's emotions just perfectly. I remember when I was a competitor for the Brits in the Undead Rodent Olympics of 2002. Back in the day, we used to say that the spectators had no idea the trials we overcame to provide those brief moments of entertainment for them.
Why, I remember when my coach, it was Jan back then, used to scritch behind my ears and dangle a bit of lettuce to help me run faster. (I love Jan.) But the 1-metre dash was never really my best event. I'm more of a hamster-wheel gymnast, myself.
All in all, a really excellent poem. It really brought back some good memories!
Summary: A collection of Sorting Hat Songs that I wrote.
To writers, feel free to use it for your fics.
What a lovely fun idea! Thanks for sharing them! Where would I be sorted?
Author's Response: Hamstergeist! You're alive again!
Hmm.. let's see...
Thou art steadfast enough to keep returning.
Thou art brave to post in the forum knowing that Maeve's coming.
Thou art not very wise to attempt this.
Cunning entail thee hide to let thy killer believe, thou hath rested in peace.
It would take great daring for thee to thread on SPEW territory.
In GRYFFINDOR thou will be happy!
Summary: A different sort of alternate universe... It is a world under the thumb of an ancient emperor. Muggle society has been oppressed beyond recognition. Wizards rule over all, their only laws defined by power. This is the story of a rebellion, a family, a traitor, and the long road that leads home at last.
scritch scritch scritch...
Author's Response: *bows low to honorable ghost hamster*
Summary: There was something about him that made him irresistible to her. Siobhan Murphy will go to any lengths to ascertain her deepest desires - but when the object of those desires is a married man twice her age with secrets darker than she can imagine, she will find herself caught in a scandalous liaison that she can't walk away from. Not Canon-Compliant.
Oh my poor little undead rodent brain! I thought I could read one chapter, but no. I need to go on...
Author's Response: *is honoured to be chosen by the Undead Hamster* Thank you for your... enlightening... review.
Lucius?! What's Lucius got to do with all this? Sweet heavens to Betsy! My poor little undead rodent brain can't process it all!
Author's Response: Lucius has everything to do with it, Snickers... ;)
Squeak-squeak-squeak. Where is my wheel?
Author's Response: Deary me, I don't know. Perhaps Jan might have an idea -- did you know that she's my BETA?
Squeak Squeak Squeak! Welcome back to SPEW!
Summary: People live and people die. Those who remain remember those who have gone before. Hermione has never told anyone at school about the summer before her third year, but she has not forgotten. One July afternoon during the summer after her fifth year, Hermione finds herself overcome by memories of the loss she never spoke about. Once again she relives the fifteen minutes she couldn't escape. One-shot.
Squeak Squeak Squeak!
Author's Response: Aw, what a sweet undead hamster! :: sends a nice little wheel as a thank you present ::
Summary: Andromeda Black is in her third year at Hogwarts and the thought of breaking free from her family is the only thing that keeps her going.
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
Welcome to SPEW!
Author's Response: *huggles Hamstergeist* Thank you!
Squeak-Squeak-Squeak! I was there. I know what really happened...
Summary: Follow Narcissa as she struggles to come to terms with Lucius' absence and worries about Draco.
Among the finalists for October's Monthly Challenge.
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak! Welcome to SPEW!
Author's Response: Thank you! *huggles* *feels special* Today isn't such a bad day after all^^
Summary: A Post-HBP fiction.
When Harryís quest for the horcruxes turns desperate, he leaves the security of his homeland to seek out the advice of an ancient and most unusual Council Ė one whose allegiance is only to themselves but whose knowledge is so vast it may be his only chance. What Harry discovers there will change everything. Soon, he comes to see that this is all so much bigger than just he and Dark Lord Ė his role, though pivotal, is terribly minute compared to the challenges the Wizarding World must now face.
Meanwhile, across the Atlantic Ocean, a young witch uncovers the truth about her bloodline. But only when catastrophic events begin to unfold, does she realise her importance in the greater scheme of things...
It is a tale of epic proportions: bringing in the truth behind Slytherin's betrayal, and the choices the Founders had to make to ensure the longevity of their world. Enemies must unite, lines must be crossed, and children must forgo their innocence. And behind it all, fly the Spirits of the Storm, waiting, watching, scheming. Welcome to the greatest epic war the Wizarding World has ever seen.
Chapter 11 is posted.
Author's Response: Squeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaak! *gives Hammie a wheel*
Summary: Remus and Hermione are twenty years apart in age, but not unlike each other in essentials. Two years after being her teacher, Remus meets Hermione again and reflects on her place in a changing world.
This story may someday be lengthened; for now, it stands as is.
Hi! SPEW mascot, here!
I do so love your writing! Keep up the good work!
Author's Response: Thank you! I plan to!
Summary: Severus Snape finds himself a resident of Azkaban for his deeds and misdeeds during Voldemort's reign. A broken man, he is struggling merely to stay alive when one of the guards takes an interest in him. This is an interest that could get her into serious trouble as she tries to save the life of a man who may not want to be saved.
And I must credit the wonderful Poultrygeist for the title and Anne for her sterling beta work! Thank 'ee. :-)
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
I'd love to sneak into that cell and cuddle up with the greasy git! Anytime you feel like writing me into the story, you go on ahead!
Squeak! Squeak! Squeak!
Author's Response: *Squeeeeeeak!*
Summary: Narcissa doubts whether she will ever amount to anything in a life when everything is dictated for her, her classes, her friends, and even her husband.
(A Narcissa character story and a Lucius/Narcissa beginning.)
Yummy! What a delicious little fic!
Author's Response: Thank you Hamstergeist! It's not everyday an undead hampster reviews my stories! I find it rather delicious as well :)
Summary: Tragedy comes to every life. We all must find our own ways to come to terms with the past if we are to move into the future. As Ginny copes with the deep void in her life she learns she can become stronger. By taking a painfully raw look at her own grief, she finds the peace she so desperately seeks and a way to preserve the legacy of someone so close, so dear, that even in death they are not absent.
Please read and review.
First of all, Welcome to SPEW!
Now, down to business: How could you kill Charlie! *weeps little undead hamster tears* I'm glad that you at least had the sense to bring Percy home for the funeral.
Author's Response: Just for the record, I didn't kill him. *hands out tissues*
Summary: The little house with the garden is a happy place to be, despite all of itís oddities. But itís a house that takes a certain outlook on life, and not everyone fits. Harry and Luna are interviewing babysitters for their son. Warning for utterly silly fluff with some more serious undertones.
Squeak Squeak Squeak! Yummy story! I like little houses with gardens. *looks longingly towards Yorkshire*
One little thing, and maybe my tiny undead rodent brain is just being silly, but: It wasnít grand enough for itís master "It" is an exception to rules about possession and apostrophes. Methinks it should be: It wasn't grand enough for [its] master.
Squeak Squeak Squeak.
Author's Response: You're right, of course. Silly error...
Summary: Charlie returns to the Burrow and begins healing his own heart, as well as that of someone else. It's always darkest before the dawn.
Begun pre-Deathly Hallows.
Squeak Squeak Squeak! More of this story, please! Welcome to SPEW!