~This adorable banner was made by my dear friend Sekhmet!
Hear ye! Hear ye!
This is your conscience talking. Also your sense of humour, your sense of pride, and your intuition, and we all say you should read The Harry Potter Literary Storm!
Me? Have anything to do with your conscience, sense of humour, sense of pride and intuition telling you to read the humour story I’m proudest of? I don’t know what you’re talking about. But, you know, they are pretty important aspects of you, so for the sake of them, I’d say why not try it? After all, if your conscience, sense of humour, sense of pride and intuition abandon you in protest of you not reading Happy’s story, it’ll be far worse than (almost) anything that could happen as a result of you reading it. Right?
Anyway, my name’s Georgia, I’ve recently fallen in love with the Prewett family, I have a long term humour story which you may have noticed I’m attempting to promote–
I mean, which your conscience, sense of humour, sense of pride and intuition think you should read, of course-
And I like to hide behind supposedly witty remarks and a bent sense of logic.
To avoid digging myself into a deeper hole, I’d like to dive in and tell you about my stories.
Prewett'd: Wedding Tears, Funeral Tears
This is my entry to the third run of the Gauntlet. It's from Gideon's perspective (thus the 'Prewett'd' bit), and is the darkest piece of writing I think I've ever put together. I'm really, really proud of this story, and really hope people read it - although it was for the Gauntlet, this is now a part of the lifetime of (my version of) the Prewetts.
The Harry Potter Literary Storm
It’s an ongoing humour fiction starring an OC called Happy O’Brien, who, in this alternate universe, is responsible for the creation of Harry Potter. He and his assistant Jackie van de Geissen and crack team of anonymous authors have put together the Harry Potter books in a very different way to what you’re used to.
The rumours are true, the first drafts are too, and this story had been nominated thrice for best humour fiction.
THAT’S RIGHT, NOMINATED THRICE FOR BEST HUMOUR FICTION; can you believe it? *Will never get over the flattery*
and the lovely Schmergo put in nomination for best OC too, with Happy.
*Pats Happy on the head*
Chapter Four, Part Two promotional banner:
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Jackie and Barry side-kicks banner (Barry's a dude from my Dean's Corner series of artpad movies)
Prewett’d : Gucky and the Fork Tree
It’s a one shot of pretty good length, about Gideon, Fabian and Molly as children, submitted for the One Shot Challenge: Muggle Artifacts. It’s the first story I’ve written about the Prewetts, and certainly not the last.
… And he Turned Around Snobbily and Walked Away
Another one-shot, inspired by the quote from Prisoner of Azkaban, when Snape accuses James of strutting. Good for a grin or two, or so I’ve been told.
Ginny's Midnight Drama
One-shot; basically a gag in story form. It was my first submitted story, and will always be special. Good, special ficlet. *Pats*
Definitely more serious, and certainly not a humour story. But it came third in the One-Shot Challenge: Borgin and Burke's. Just thought you should know.
NOTE: INCLUDES CHARACTERISATION OF YOUNG VOLDEMORT
Well, it’s a big thing for me. I find Tom Riddle difficult to write, at any age.
~Thank you to joanna!
The Acromantula and its Ability to Consume the Most Repulsive Beasts on This Earth
This is a fun story about Draco Malfoy being cocky ^^
Nothing for Chrismas
Chaptered, and complete. It's light and fluffy and about the Weasleys. I like it more now, because it mentions Gideon and Fabian Prewett, and even Morticia, an OC of mine.
Oh, and that was nominated (by the fantastically wonderful HermyRox12) for the Quicksilver Quills best General Fiction award.
T'was but a Puddle
It's a poem, and I think it's fun. ^^
And this was nominated for Best Poem. Thank you, HermyRox12!
The last part of chapter seven of The Harry Potter Literary Storm. The very last. Eep!
A ballad about a gnome called Gary the Green
And most likely, plenty more Prewetty stuff.
Somehow, I doubt anyone will read this. Ever. But if you did, well done, congratulations, thank you, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy my stories a lot more. So please, scroll down a bit and read about them all over again. Maybe even read the things themselves! *Noting pointlessness of having just written all of this*
Anyway, a nice day to all, and to all a nice day!
December 3rd, 1980
It is a dark day for Gideon Prewett.
His fiancé has died at the hands of Voldemort’s followers. His brother has been missing for two weeks. Now, numbness and desperation are beginning to get the better of him, and the line between Right and Wrong is fading.
This was a story of the Gauntlet, third run.
The locket… the cup… the snake… something of Gryffindor’s or Ravenclaw’s…