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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The darkness looms the harshest before dawn, but light will always cross lines drawn in the sand.
This is the story of the battle of Hogwarts.
This poem has been nominated for a 2011 Quicksilver Quill: Best Poem.
This poem has also been nominated for a 2012 Quicksilver Quill: Best Poem.
Summary: Your trade is what some may call a contemptible one, but here and there, you do something decent for someone else. No one will ever thank you for it, instead dwelling upon the less than savoury aspects of your line of work. But you know what you did for one fellow, and that's what counts, isn't it?
Summary: Passing a few hours in each other's company while waiting for their mates to escape detention, Sirius and Remus embarked on a good, old-fashioned game of Truth or Dare. But which one had the most potential for tension between the two: honesty, or the courage to do something that had thus far only occurred in his wildest imaginings?
Hermione never left Harry's side...
...But that doesn't mean she never thought about it.
The funeral of Andromeda Tonks was a strange affair, thought Lily Potter. It was hard to understand how so many people could send her off into the next life yet seem to mourn her so little. Or maybe it was just a stark reminder of what it truly meant to die.
But someone understood how she really felt, if only just a little.
This fic is a sort of sequel to one of my other stories, All the Time in the World. It's not necessary to read it, but allusions to events do occur.
And how about a Happy Birthday to Olivia/Apollonious! :D
Dumbledore's Army taught Neville Longbottom how to fight. But soon he would learn what it truly meant to take a stand, to fight back.
This poem was nominated for a 2011 Quicksilver Quill Award: Best Poem
Hannah Abbott was up to her eyeballs in a business she scarcely knew how to run. Out of money and sleep deprived, all she could do was grind out day after day, but she couldn't last forever that way.
And then Neville walked into her pub and into her life. Things might've started looking up, after all.
Summary: Petunia had asked Vernon over to breakfast with her parents for one reason -- angling for that coveted marriage proposal. But was the one she wanted the one she got?
Summary: After the battle, Hermione had settled into the role of working herself to the bone in order to forget what she'd seen and experienced. But when Viktor Krum showed up, wanting to know how she was after nearly a year of no correspondence, Hermione was forced to contemplate some of her choices and what -- or who -- she really wanted.
Hufflepuff Albus Potter was a firm believer that it was a fact of nature and a rite of passage to torment one's sibling. And who better than his nerdy, Ravenclaw little sister? Her messy hair and stupid pile of books... she so had it coming.
But Lily had other ideas.
Bachelor life suited Zach Smith just fine, and the lack of expectations on his time and attention suited him even more.
But his life changed in an instant with a knock on the door and an unexpected delivery.
Megan Jones had managed to successfully dodge all the normal pitfalls of adulthood: marriage, children, and the need to impress anyone. She didn't understand why everyone insisted that she was miserable, when she was, in fact, enjoying her current lifestyle.
Who would've thought one night could change everything?
This was the year. This was the year that Puddlemere United and Keeper Roxanne Weasley were going all the way.
One problem: her brother Fred might have something to say about that... while playing for the opposition.
Summary: Three brides rise with the sun on their special day, all with different perspectives and feelings about their big day
The harsh realities of life separated them, but the even harsher realities of death brought them back together. But could an apology bring back the loss of innocence?
A companion piece to Hollow Soldiers.
This story has been nominated for a 2011 Quicksilver Quill Award: Best Dark/Angst Story.
If you only knew
I'm hanging by a thread,
The web I spin for you.
If you only knew
I'd sacrifice my beating
Heart before I'd lose you.
If I drown tonight, bring me
Back to life.
Breathe your breath in me;
The only thing that I still believe
In is you.
If you only knew...
They weren't sure, but they might have loved one another all along. Some avenues were always meant to be explored.
Even the jubilance of a Quidditch Cup could become taxing on Percy's nerves, but it seemed almost cruel when he couldn't even take a shower in peace, despite it being well after midnight.
Driven out of his own dorm and to the prefects' bathroom that he scarcely ever visits, Percy finds that the room hadn't yet been vacated by its prior occupant.
Susan Bones had far too much time over the summer to think about her Aunt Amelia's murder, but one of these nights of contemplation gave her inspiration to pay homage to her slain family members from both the First and Second Wizarding Wars..
This fic is a giant Happy Birthday to Minna/minnabird. I know you like Susan Bones, so here's hoping I can bring you a smile on your special day. :D
It was going to happen eventually: Oliver Wood had to retire. But when the decision was made for him, he allowed himself to be tricked into grooming his replacement. However, coaching proved to be a completely different animal, especially when the untried and unbridled Roxanne Weasley pushed his limits every step of the way.
This story was nominated for a 2011 Quicksilver Quill Award: Best Non-Canon Romance.