I'm just starting this fanfiction thing, and mostly I think I'll be experimenting with my writing style through it. I'm just working on my first few fics, and in the meantime, I'm reading all sorts of great stories here.... all of which was true four years ago when I wrote it, but is still pretty accurate even now.
I studied English and Theology at the University of Notre Dame before graduating and moving elsewhere. Like many others on this site, I have designs to be a writer. In an ironic twist, I focus mainly on poetry, but will only be posting stories here. My poems aren't really applicable to HP, but I do think this is a good place to work on my prose.
For years, I have kept a green notebook for all of my creative writings/ sketchings/ musings/ collectings/ occasional homeworkings. It's similar to the commonplace book, if any of you have read Lemony Snicket. I have about 20 of these notebooks from over the past few years, and even though I keep track of my writing on my laptop now, most of it starts in my green notebook. Therefore, the green notebook serves as my identity, especially when I don't feel like revealing my real name.
I hope you enjoy my work, and if you don't, I hope you come back later to try my newer stuff.
Summary: James finally asks Lily out. The problem is, he chose a roundabout way of getting to her. Plus, he stands a high risk of breaking his neck in the process. Told from Remus Lupin's POV. Rated 3rd-5th years for slight language and mild innuendo on James's part. One-shot.
A/N: Quick note to all: I am sorry, but there are no plans for a sequel for PC. I hate to disappoint you all, but I feel that the story is better standing alone, leaving the rest to your imaginations.
Hey- this is the first review I have EVER left, so I don't know if this is the typical way things are done, but I wanted you to know that I loved this story. I think the ending is perfect, and that you are right about not having a prequel/sequel. This is definitely just right standing alone. Great job!
Summary: Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson were destined to share a privileged life until the devastating circumstances of their sixth year at Hogwarts tore them apart. Five years later, they separately strive to come to terms with the past and proceed with a life they did not expect…alone. Pure & Proud is presented through alternating chapters of Draco's brooding journal and Pansy's idiosyncratic diary.
~ Pansy Parkinson is written by Sea Isle Witch ~ Twenty-two year old Pansy seemingly has everything a young witch could desire; yet she struggles to build a life for herself independent of her pure-blood family's expectations and without her one true love. From the pages of her private diary, Miss Parkinson shares a précis of the past five years and then gives us a glimpse of her current challenges.
~ Draco Malfoy is written by Desslok and Sea Isle Witch ~ After spending a year on the run and then a year in Azkaban, Draco Malfoy was expelled from England by the Ministry of Magic. He spent the last three years travelling the Continent until he realised it was time to come home. Mr Malfoy discloses his journey back from exile, beginning with a statement to the Ministry of Magic in November of 2002. Complete!
Oh, excellent! What an ending. Mysterious and suspenseful, without being obnoxious. What will Pansy do when she meets up with Zach? And what will Zach do? I can't wait. I know this is my first review, but I've been enjoying this story very, very much.
Summary: Twenty years after the Final Battle, four friends return to their old school.
Excellent idea. It was very creepy to imagine Hogwarts' halls empty and falling apart, with even the Fat Lady gone. The narrator seems very out of place though, especially without any identification. Who on earth is he?
Summary: I read in a book somewhere in a book that greatest virtue of a man is his ambition. It lied. Books always lie. People always lie. I had ambition, just a little, an ambition to love, to have a life other than the scraps of other people's lifes. I could not be happy with what I should have been happy with. I wanted more. Desire is a dangerous thing and in the end only led to me finding one thing. And it was not love. It was simply something worth a little more than silver.
Incredible. I'm shivering reading this. Your characterization was excellent. I really liked Peter's view of Remus. It made sense that if Peter didn't see James and SIrius as truly being friends with him that he wouldn't believe they were actually friends with Remus either.
There's one spot, where Peter Floos to become a Death Eater, where the wording gets confusing. It seems as though there's a word or two missing, and the phrase "threw up" has such a strong connotation that you might want to phrase that differently. Just thought I'd get a little nit-picky on what was an excellent story. ;-)
Truly, though, this was incredibly well-written. The mood permeated every word, and I find myself pitying Wormtail and despising him at the same time. Excellent work!!!
Author's Response: Wow, thank you guys so much for the great reviews.
Summary: Isla was blasted off the Black family tree when she married the Muggle Bob Hitchens. But sometimes saying goodbye to your old life isn't that easy.
For Ravenclaw House, this is the*evenstar's final assignment for Professor Talon's DADA: Introduction to Dark/Angst class.
Oh, wow... this is so intriguing. It's an excellent story, and you tell it very well. It's heartwrenching and creepy. Phineas always seemed like a decent guy, well, as far as the Blacks went. So I do suppose that was a little off in my mind, but then again, not really.
One thing to consider- how old is Isla, exactly? The first bit of description makes her seem old, until the description of her hands. To me, at least, it doesn't seem as though you actually address that.
I greatly enjoyed this, however. It really wasn't what I was expecting at all.
Author's Response: Aww, thank you so much! I\'m really glad you enjoyed it. About Isla\'s age: she\'s not old - that\'s what I was trying to get across in the description of her hands - but she\'s worn out, so to speak, from all she\'s had to go through - that\'s what I meant by her \"tired eyes\" and all that. I hope that clears things up a little, and thanks again for giving such a nice review! <3
Summary: Missing scene fic that takes place during PoA: Maximus Brankovitch IV (Junior) is the son of American Quiddich champion, and American National Team captain. His father has aspirations of his son one day joining him on the national team and bringing home America's first Quiddich World Cup. Junior's father sends him to Hogwarts in hopes of breeding a Champion. While at Hogwarts, Junior just tries to fit in, but thanks to Ron and Roger Davis, he finds himself in a race Harry.
Oh, this was such a fun story! I love how Junior ended up winning the race- very Ravenclaw of him to hold on to some of the butterbeer for safe-keeping! All in all, a very clever story idea. I very much enjoyed it.
Summary: We know very little of Mr Ollivander, follow him for a day and see just how much more there is to him.
First place in the 2007 Spring Challenge, A Day In The Life category
Oh, excellent! Such a multi-layered story that meshes so well with canon. I had wondered, reading, if his granddaughter would be a character we were familiar with, and although I hadn't thought of Luna, as soon as I read her name, I knew it couldn't be anyone else. If Ollivander ended up trying to pick up his daughter's experiments, it would certainly explain Death Eaters coming after him, or an escape into hiding. This was truly entertaining, and well-written. Although I am usually adament about not continuing stories that have obviously ended, I think there were a great many ideas brought up here that deserve further exploring. I'm off now to see what else you have written. Awesome job on this one.
Author's Response: Wow! I hardly know what to say. This my my favourite type of review; nice and long! I\'d like to be able to say that I will definitely write more on the Ollivander family, but as I don\'t quite have enough to put together a full plot yet, it\'s still on the back burner. Thanks again for the lovely review!
Summary: Sirius Black begins his first year at Hogwarts, separated from his new friends when he is reluctantly Sorted into Slytherin. Will the gulf between houses destroy his budding friendships, or is he truly a Gryffindor at heart?
Written for the May One-Shot Challenge by Gmariam of Ravenclaw, this story received an honorable mention.
That was pretty entertaining, and well-written. I think you captured the Marauders very well. The hat, however, seemed very OOC. The scene with Sirius was almost identical to the one with Harry in Sorceror's Stone, but your hat reacted very differently. Still, I guess you could say that it was necessary to the plot, as you weren't portraying Sirius's pesonality as any different. Fun speculation!
Author's Response: Hi there! Thanks for the compliments! I understand what you mean about the hat - like I told my last reviewer, the prompt was to Sort someone into a different house, so I tried to come up with a good reason for the Sorting Hat to do that to Sirius, poor guy. And I deliberately tried to parallel Harry\'s Sorting, good catch! I\'m glad it was still fun speculation, thank you for reading this story and leaving such a lovely review!! ~Gina :)
Summary: 1692. A landmark year for wizards with the passage of the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. The Statute and concurrent negotiations in Paris are at the fringes of every wizard's mind as wizards across the globe must change the way they interact with Muggles. But for three young students, a much more important event is at hand: The Triwizard Tournament.
One is an observer, torn between two worlds. One is a determined competitor, willing to do anything to make his father proud. And one is a shunned outsider, his family name fallen from grace.
These Three Remain.
Written by LuthAn of Gryffindor for the Summer Challenge: TriWizard Tales. Tied for third place in the Challenge!
Excellent job! I like the changes you made. Thanks for the compliment, as well. ;-)
Author's Response: Thanks! And thanks very much for the beta.
I sent you an email today. Chapter Four\'s coming along!
So, wow! I was re-reading this, and man! It's a very exciting story. This task in particular is eventful.... and then the mob of Muggles attacking! Alex was shot! THIS IS QUITE THE CLIFF-HANGER!!!
Will we ever know what happened? Let me know if you still would like me to beta the last chapter or two....
Author's Response: Hey there!!
Good to hear from you. We will indeed find out what happens... I was writing some Challenge fics and got distracted, but now I really want to finish this one. I think I can do it in one more chapter, and if you want to beta, you will be my hero!
How\'s your story life going? Ever going to write that sequel? Let me know!
Wow, this is cool! I love the biblical allusion that this story starts on. I have a harder time seeing Jonathan's relation to faith than I can see with the other two. Does he have (lack?) faith in his father, his father's beliefs, himself? All three? Maybe that will become clearer. I have been drawn in by the mystery surrounding Dragomir, and I can't wait to find out what that is about. The mood of this story is great, tense without being overbearing. I'll definitely be keeping an eye out for updates!
Author's Response: Hi there! Thanks so much for the review! Yeah, Jonathan\'s link to \"faith\" is the most tenuous of all three. I hope to expand his character a lot more in forthcoming chapters (and the other two as well, of course!) And the mood is only going to get tenser, I fear, but I hope that I never get overbearing. :)
Oh, and Dragomir! Yeah, that\'s a whole mystery I can\'t wait to unravel myself! Update should be coming pretty soon, I hope... Thanks again!
Author's Response: Ooops! Jonathan is the father--duh. I meant \"William\'s link to faith is the most tenuous of all three.\" Silly me...
Oooh, you were right- it's tenser already! Yet again, I greatly enjoyed this. A few nit-picky things:
You speak of divorce under Josephine's section. I have a hard time seeing that in the time period, especially coming from a girl who is so high-bred and well-trained as Josephine.
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1. Faith, Hope, and Love2. Everything Changes
Hello again, dear readers. I've been re-reading "Pride and Prejudice" for the umpteenth time, so I think I've got a little better hold on the language (though that story takes place more than a hundred years after mine...) Regardless, this story is becoming an absolute joy to write, and is taking more twists and turns than I originally planned. I certainly hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it! Questions and/or comments are always more than welcome. Enjoy!
CHATPER TWO: Everything Changes
The carriage rattled loudly down the road leading away from Chateau Clerbise, though its two occupants remained silent. Josephine sat with her head down, her hands in her lap. She occasionally moved to fiddle with a loose thread on her traveling cloak, but other than that she sat quite still, braced against the wall of the carriage.
Her brother Remy, on the other hand, was moving constantly, twitching as though possessed by a nervous energy. Josephine knew he was anxious to return to school for his seventh and final year. He was anxious to see again his friends and his fiancée. But he was most anxious for the start of the Triwizard Tournament. Beauxbatons was hosting this year, and it was all but guaranteed that Remy would be chosen as its champion. Josephine smiled at this thought. She was proud of her brother, and knew he would honor the school and the family.
But this was the only happiness that Josephine had been able to feel for quite some days. After her confrontation with her father over Pascal, she had been thrown into a fit of doubt and despair. She knew she loved Pascal, or at least thought she could, but the fact remained that she was a witch and he not a wizard. “One hundred years ago, fine. Twenty years ago, fine. Not today,” her father had said. Not today. The words repeated themselves over and over in her mind.
He was right, of course. The country was aflutter with rumors that the International Confederation of Wizards had almost concluded their negotiations and would be passing the statute any day. The International Statute of Wizard Secrecy. It would be the end of her relationship.
True, Pascal already knew that she was a witch, so staying with him would not be breaking any laws. And true, there were many witches and wizards throughout the world who were already married to Muggle men and women–certainly they would not be made to divorce.
But the passing of the statute signaled the changing times. The entire way that witches and wizards lived their lives would be put to the test, carefully examined, and indubitably altered. Her family’s estate, for instance, currently the centerpiece of the town of Bouc-Bel-Air, would likely have to be made Unplottable. Muggle servants would have to be dismissed, replaced by wizards and witches. No longer would Josephine be able to use her wand to repair a broken toy belonging to a neighbor’s child or to clean the hem of her dress while strolling the streets of the town. The family de Tuileries did not flaunt the fact that they were magical, of course, but neither had they done much to conceal it over the years. Now, they would have to.
She let out a small sigh and turned to rest her head on the glass window of the carriage, watching the countryside pass by. Remy, sitting across from his sister, turned his head toward her. “Sister,” he said, resting a comforting hand on her knee. “Do not trouble. You will surely forget about this matter as soon as we are back at l’Academie.”
“I do not want to forget, Remy,” she said, not meeting his eyes. “I want nothing to change.”
“Everything changes, sister,” he said. “Everything. You knew this was coming, you have seen the signs just as clearly as I have. They are rioting in the East, for Merlin’s sake. Just be thankful that there have not yet been any angry mobs come knocking at our door.”
“We could withstand the mobs,” she said quietly.
This made Remy scoff and draw his hand from her knee. “Don’t be such a fool, Josephine. Don’t be so naïve. They murder wizards. They would put you to death and kill Pascal right along with you.” His normally warm blue eyes had suddenly become cold and steely as he stared at her. She said nothing, for she knew he was right.
The carriage rumbled on, again in silence.
A few hours later they drew up to the front gates of Beauxbatons Academy. Despite her morose mood, Josephine could not help but feel a sense of warmth and pride well up inside her as she gathered the many folds of her skirts and stepped out of the carriage. The palace was truly breathtaking, and it never ceased to amaze her.
Though the building that housed the Academy had always been grand, it had undergone renovations no more than a century ago, and now was a shimmering monument to the Baroque movement that had swept France and the Continent in general. In fact, the Muggle King of France, Le Grand Monarque Louis XIV, had modeled his own Palace of Versailles after the Academy upon the recommendation of Monsieur Geoffroi Autruche, current Headmaster of the school.
Josephine felt another pang in her chest as she thought of this fact. If the statute passed, that would be the end of the great collaborations between Muggles and wizards. No longer could she and her family dine at the King’s table. No longer would they retain their noble titles. Yes, the statute would have many repercussions…
She opened her parasol and clutched her small traveling bag as Remy instructed the footmen where to take their trunks. No doubt the house-elves were eagerly awaiting the arrival of their luggage. Remy offered his arm to Josephine, she accepted, and the two of them moved in tandem up the driveway, stopping to greet fellow students along the way.
There was always a sort of vibrant energy around the Academy when school resumed each year, but in Triwizard years, the energy intensified exponentially. It was only a matter of weeks now before the contingents from Hogwarts and Durmstrang would arrive, and despite the frequent hostilities between the three schools, they would certainly add some excitement to an otherwise routine year. Their arrival would mean stories from abroad, fresh faces, and–of course–balls. Beauxbatons was famous in both wizarding and Muggle societies for the multiple balls they hosted every year, but Triwizard years saw these balls become infinitely grander. Josephine almost had to stop to catch her breath out of excited anticipation.
They paused right before the main doors of the palace and Josephine smiled warmly at the girl to her right, turning to give her a kiss on both cheeks. It was Angeline Laplanche, one of Josephine’s oldest friends, and one of the few who knew about Pascal. “Comment ça va?” Josephine asked in greeting.
“Well, thank you,” Angeline responded, squeezing Josephine’s hand. “How are you?”
“I will be better after the negotiations are completed,” Josephine replied honestly. It was not a woman’s place to discuss politics outside of the home, but she could not resist. Angeline merely nodded and gave her another reassuring squeeze.
There was no time for further conversation, however, for at that moment the students heard a great rumbling. They smiled and exchanged looks of glee, for the rumbling could mean only one thing: the palace doors were opening.
Sure enough, the gilded gold doors were slowly pushed apart, no longer charged with the lamentable duty of concealing the glorious interiors of the Palace Beauxbatons.
Josephine felt her smile widen and she tightened her grip on Remy’s arm. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, her senses eager to welcome back the familiar sights, sounds, and smells of the palace. And indeed, as she crossed the threshold of the palace and beheld the Grand Foyer, all thoughts of Pascal were pushed completely–if only temporarily–from her mind.
“I cannot tell you how disappointed I am that our tournament has to be hosted by Beauxbatons.”
William Warrington-Hughes heard this statement spoke, but it floated around the outer regions of his mind, not quite fully registering. He was too engrossed in his most recent letter from his father to pay much attention to anything else at the moment.
“I say, William, don’t you agree?”
The voice was louder this time, and William became vaguely aware that someone was talking to him. He looked up from his fourth perusal of the letter’s contents, and directly into the face of his friend George, who was busy readying his trunks for the journey to France.
“Oh, yes, George. Couldn’t agree more,” he said off-handedly, no clue as to what he was agreeing.
George seemed to accept the agreement as genuine, however, and thus continued on. “Their palace is just such a ghastly place. Entirely too done-up and ornate–have you seen it recently? It is truly an assault on the senses. I much prefer the understated, austere sincerity of Hogwarts.”
William allowed a nod and a non-committal grunt, and again focused himself completely on the particularly vexing letter in front of him.
“Come, William!” George said, snatching the letter from William’s hands and re-folding it. “You’ve hardly touched your trunk and we’re due to leave within the hour. Whatever your father has to say cannot be that important.”
William slowly felt the panic that had arisen as George grabbed the letter subside as the tall, dark-haired boy handed it back to him with a smile. William took it, perhaps a bit too forcefully, and placed it deep within the folds of his robe. He managed a feeble smile back as he looked around his room. George was right: his trunk was in no state to be loaded into the carriage that would transport them to Beauxbatons. With one flick of his wand, however, he saw robes and coats and stockings and schoolbooks all fly into the trunk and heard it close with a satisfying latch.
George smiled and clapped him on the back. “A nice bit of magic, my friend. Too bad you won’t be able to put your skills to good use when I am selected as Hogwarts Champion!” He winked and gave a jovial chuckle.
William returned the laugh, but said nothing in response. Normally, he would have shot a barb right back at George–that was the nature of their friendship. But today, he could not bring himself to do it. Not after the letter.
William took his seat next to George in the plush carriage parked on the Hogwarts lawn near the lake. He looked around and surveyed the other students that would be making the journey to Beauxbatons for the tournament: it was a larger than usual group. This year’s tournament seemed already to be marked by increased competition, and William had no doubt that victory would only be claimed after some hard-fought battles.
The schools put no age restrictions on the competitors, but the Goblet of Fire had never selected a champion younger than fifth-year level, and even that was a rare occurrence. Thus, William found himself surrounded mainly by students in his year–seventh–and the year below. Hogwarts’ finest. He felt a bit queasy at the thought of disappointing his father by not being selected Hogwarts Champion, but he forced himself to have faith and steel his courage–something he was supposed to be possessed of in abundance as a member of Gryffindor House.
"To say that he had been shocked when the Sorting Hat placed him in Gryffindor six years prior was an understatement. To say that his father had been appalled and disgusted was not." This implies that William was more shocked than his father was appalled, as "understatement" means something that was said with less strength than would be completely accurate. At least from the following explanation, I gather that this idea was not the one you meant to convey.
You mention Aleksandr's father as speaking in a "thick accent." Yet, presumably, they are both speaking in Russian?
All right, enough of that. I loved the description of Beauxbaton. While it is not exactly how I imagined it from Fleur, it makes perfect sense, especially within the time period. I love the political scene you have set up, with Josephine's family intermingling with Muggles while there are mobs in Russia. It's complex and seems to set the stage for an International Statute of Secrecy quite well. We still have that tenuous link from William to faith, but it is strengthening slightly, and the others are becoming clearer still. The story is excellently paced, and I can't wait for the moment the three threads start colliding!
I am enjoying this so much (as may have been gathered from the novel of a review I am writing) and I'm so glad you updated so quickly.
Looking forward to future updates,
Author's Response: Hello there! It seems you have inadvertently copy-pasted the entire chapter in this review box; I hope I catch everything! Please let me know if I missed something buried deep in the text... :)
I definitely had a question about divorce, too, but in the end just decided to throw it in there. I think Josephine is already way too involved in the proceedings for a girl of her status, so I figured why not! Maybe she\'s not as naive as she seems... But it\'s a good point that you make!
The understatement thing is tricky. I see what you\'re saying, and now I see that the sentence definitely could be read that way. How I intended it was this: It was an understatement that Will was shocked, i.e. he was more than shocked. However, saying that his father was appalled and disgusted was NOT an understatement: it was true. Now that I think about it that way, it makes much less sense. Ha! Maybe I\'ll go back and change it... :)
As for the accent, I imagine the elder Gregorovitch has a very thick Russian accent, yes. For instance, my grandmother speaks with a very thick accent because she is from Tenneessee, so compared to me, her speech is heavily accented. I just imagine him as this very gruff, grim person, so the accent seemed normal. But yeah, I would hate for readers to think that they\'re just sittin\' around talking in English in the middle of Moscow! :)
Thanks so much for these comments. I\'m glad you\'re paying close attention to the story and the characters! That really means a lot.
I had no idea this chapter was going to be validated so quickly, so I\'m just a tad behind, but I hope to have the next chapter done soon. Thanks again for the great review!!!
Summary: Everything is going swimmingly in the lives of Sirius Black and Hermione Granger. But that doesn't make a very good story, does it?
Everything is going swimmingly UNTIL the Ministry (infiltrated by several former Death Eaters) passes a horrifying new law that threatens their relationship. How will they cope with this new situation? And will Ron ever learn to say the right thing at the right time?
The much-begged-for sequel to "Smells Like Sirius Black".
Hahaha.... I love the title for this chapter.
I started reading your story doubting that I'd enjoy it much. I'm not a big proponent of using marriage laws in these strories. They seem much too far-fetched. Then again, this is a sequel to a story where Hermione went back in time, fell in love with a man twice her age, who was dead in her time, but not really. So I think you can make it work. I'm certainly enjoying it so far. Keep up the good work!
Summary: When James makes a cocky boast that he knows Hogwarts so well he could make his way around it blindfolded, Lily unexpectedly takes his bet. Now, James has to spend twenty-four hours with a magical blindfold on, fumbling his way around the trickiest areas of the school. If he loses, he must publicly announce his failure, admit he’s not really as cool as he thinks he is, and give a large apology to Severus Snape. If he wins, however, he gains the adulated prize of giving one kiss to Lily Evans.
Suddenly, James is very keen for this bet to take place…
As for Lily… well, at first she thought it would be a grand idea to humiliate Potter, and was looking forward to his embarrassing debut. However, as any student who’s attended Hogwarts for longer than a few hours would know, Hogwarts just isn’t that safe… especially not when you’re blind, have a natural affinity for trouble, and your name is James Potter. Somehow, Lily’s been roped in for Potter-sitting, and it’s starting to look like a very, very long twenty-four hours.
I'm in the middle of midterms week, so I can't leave a long review, but I just wanted to say that I like your characterization of Peter, little though you've developed it so far. He seems to think on the safe side, but without being a total wimp, a total idiot, or a total slimebag. Too many fics make him out to be someone that James and Lily never would have trusted, which is completely contrary to canon.
Thanks for an entertaining story... it's cheering me up in the middle of all my tests and papers. I look forward to the rest of it!
Author's Response: Thanks very much! I really wanted to get Peter right, as I've seen him ridiculously OOC in many other fics. Glad you're enjoying and hope exams went well!
Summary: After the war's end, Ron and Hermione's happy ending is shattered by depression and loss. In an effort to find what she's lost, Hermione travels Europe alone, while Ron writes letters that he doesn't send, waiting for her return.
I really love this story. I don't leave many reviews, as I rarely know what to say (some writer I am, right?), but I read this story months ago. It has stayed with me since. I've thought about it from time to time, which is rare for fanfiction pieces. I was thinking about it tonight, and I decided to go back and read it again. It was just as lovely this time around, even after months of mental hype. I just wanted you to know this.
You do a good job tying the song into the story. You match up all of the lyrics with Hermione's actions, but don't make the story so shallow that it's just a song with names attached. I particularly enjoyed Ron physically going to Hungary to meet Hermione. After all, Josh Groban doesn't sing that he'll welcome her back.... he says that he will bring her back.
Thank you for this very enjoyable experience!
Author's Response: You leave very good reviews; you should write more of them!
I am incredibly flattered that you like this story so much. I love the song, and I really liked the idea of seeing a different side of Ron. He loves her, we know, but it\'s a young, slightly immature love. I wanted to see him show that he loves Hermione in a very real way, enough to trust her and suffer for the hope of gaining her back. I am fond of the fact that he goes after her--I have the idea that Ron leaps into the Floo the second he reads her letter. He may be mature, but he\'s still impulsive!
Thank you so much for these lovely comments. I really appreciate knowing that people actually love what I write.
Summary: To protect her son from being killed, Lily performs a chant that will keep Harry safe in a different time.
Lauda has lost her son but her husband must never know. She asks for help from a hag and gets another baby boy to raise in her own childâ€™s stead, educating him to be the heir of the Lord of the Smyths.
For Harry begins a journey through time with many adventures and obstacles. But the end of his lifeâ€™s path isnâ€™t always clear and easy to reach.
Bine, it's a very creepy story so far. Kaziah the hag terrifies me. What makes a hag so different from a witch? Will we find out? I imagine all sorts of difficult consequences that might come to Lauda for dealing with one.
I hope we get to see more of James and Lily and find out more about that spell. Poor Harry, snatched out of his timeline and given a new mother! At least he seems to like his new parents....
Also, that comment James makes about how Peter would never "rat" them out? hahahaha.....
lovely so far! I look forward to more.
Author's Response: Thank you, Greenie! *hugs* Though, another chapter might take some time again as I'm concentrating on finishing Shining Through Blackness right now.
That's what the lexicon says about hags: "Female human-like magical being, but less adept than a witch at disguising herself from Muggles (PA4, GF19). Hags are what one might refer to as 'fairy tale witches.' Hags are wild in appearance." And you're going the right way when you imagine all sorts of difficult consequences for Lauda. Dealing with a hag is nasty busines...
And more about James and Lily is to come - in a much later chapter. So stay tuned (even if updates are jotted around and rare over months, sorry!).
Summary: She said he couldn't change. Discovering his true heart's desire made him want to try. Can Severus Snape reclaim what was lost before it's too late? LE/SS
I absolutely love your story! It’s one of my top favorites on the forums being updated (actually, on that note, I should mark it as a favorite….). I figured it was about time that I left you a review.
First a quick note about some spellings and inconsistencies: When Severus first sees the newspaper headline, it says “DUMBLEDORE’S DANGEROUIS DECISION”. Later, the headline is referred to as “Dumbledore’s Dangerous Dare”. I would suggest fixing the spelling of “dangerous” in the first headline, and picking one version of the headline for both mentions.
One of the things I love so much about this story is how spot-on your characterization is. I love the way your Severus interacts with people, especially his parents. Your Regulus, Narcissa, Sirius, and Lily are also phenomenal. In this chapter, however, I thought your Peter is getting a little too close to the whimpering, hanger-on Peter that I find unbelievable. It’s nothing too horrible, unless you plan on making him more so in the next chapter, but I trust your characterization and I’m just commenting, not critiquing, if that makes sense. Goodness, it’s hard to do this without sounding whiney or overly-critical!
I have one last compliment on Lily’s friends. I think you’ve done a) a great job characterizing them and b) a great job introducing them. You show us about the characters just as much as you tell us, and your descriptions flow naturally from the actions in the scene instead of hanging awkwardly. Lily’s levels of friendship with the girls vary, and it’s clear that her friendship with Severus had been a priority. None of the girls seems too cliché. Excellent job, there.
I look forward to the rest of this! It’s rare that I find an AU that I love this much. Thanks for writing it.
Summary: This is an AU take on Harryâ€™s fifth year at Hogwarts, during the summer holidays Harry is having difficulty getting over Cedric dying just before the summer. He is back at the Dursleyâ€™s, but this time events will be altered as he stumbles upon a mysterious primeval Book Of Shadows. Without thinking of the consequences, Harry reads an incantation from it aloud, soon after he reads it everything changes. For better or for worse no one knows, but he has awakened a different sort of magic no one alive in the Wizarding world has ever seen before.
This story is now complete. I have had to go onto a different site as this story is a crossover. I have moved to fanfiction net under casper01. Thanks.
I take it you're a fan of the tv show Charmed? Interesting start here... a different sort of magic indeed. It will be interesting to see where you go from here.
Oh, and out of curiosity, how was Harry not nabbed by the ministry for the alohomora spell?
Author's Response: Ah yes I am glad someone noticed that its from Charmed. Thanks for your review. And the Ministry are far too busy trying to keep the Wizarding world calm after learning that Voldemort has returned to notice someone doing under age spells. But this will be explained in the next chapter in which i am working on.
Summary: This story contains an OOC Snape, a Harry with an idea and a shock!
Thank you, Wiflen 07, for betaering my story. Preguel to 'Don't Want To Know'
Congrats on the validation, Sandy! That's quite the image, Snape with a sexy, flirtatious girlfriend. No wonder Harry seems to have trouble processing it! This was good for a laugh. Nice job!
Author's Response: G'day Fellow Badger (I recognized your name). Yes, I thought it would be fun to give Severus someone to...play with ;) And adding Harry into the mix was just to fun to pass up...plus now his tromatized! *is evil* I'm glad you liked it and got a laugh. As I always say, "Laughter lowers the risk of a heart attack, so I'm keeping people alive". Ain't I nice? ...xXxLove SandyxXx...
Summary: "I don't need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!" **
Fifteen months have passed since Severus Snape shouted those words in fury. He's had fifteen months without Lily and it hurts like hell. Over the summer holiday he's made a decision - he wants her back. But first he needs to speak to her before the Hogwarts Express leaves King's Cross.
This story was originally written for the Hufflepuff Back to School challenge last year.
** indicates a line taken directly from Snape's Worst Memory - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. I am not JK Rowling but I doubt you're surprised by that revelation.
Oh, poor abandoned Severus! Even the attention he gets, he gets because he isn't somebody else. It would be quite the reason for him to truly get involved with the Death Eaters. They pay more attention to him than anyone else does!
I must copy Akay and compliment the tension between Snape and his mother. It's always an interesting thing... Snape has learned a disrespect for Muggle-borns, etc., but his mum DID marry a Muggle. I think you've captured that inconsistency quite well here.
I'm a little uncertain about the timing of James & Lily's relationship here. The way Lupin & Sirius tell Harry that his parents started dating in their 7th year makes me think they wouldn't be a couple yet when they got aboard the train. Still, it's a nit-picky, personal preference kind of complaint.
That's a fantastic image of Sirius you have, and I like the tension between the Black brothers.
All in all, WELL DONE!
Author's Response: Thank you so much for the great review. I really appreciate it.
I agree the timing's a bit off with James and Lily - given what Sirius and Remus tell Harry - but I needed a very definite end to Severus' hopes. I'm glad you enjoyed the story - it was actually the first oneshot I ever wrote so I'm fond of it. Carole xxx