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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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.
Summary: After being shamed for his role in the war, Draco Malfoy doesn't see anything but prison on the horizon. However, when help arrives in the form of a longtime enemy, he can't help but be a little lost about how he's supposed to feel about it.
On the day of Draco Malfoy's post-war trial for the conspiracy to murder Albus Dumbledore, one Harry James Potter offered to give testimony. But what did Draco's oldest enemy have to say about the boy who had caused him nothing but grief for seven years?
This story has been nominated for a 2011 Quicksilver Quill Award: Best General Story.
Summary: On her first night of patrol, Molly Weasley was armed with the basic rules of how to be a prefect, but one guideline had been woefully omitted from the list: what to do when a handsome delinquent robbed her of her ability to think.
For someone who 'missed the screaming', Argus Filch was in his element the day the Carrows set foot into Hogwarts. Who knew that his kindred spirit had been walking the halls of the school for years already?
And it wasn't even Mrs Norris.
To the tune of O Little Town of Bethlehem, join the Marauders on one of their monthly nights on the town.
This Song Poem won the Poetry Anyone Carol Challenge on the Beta Boards. Yay!
Summary: Oliver Wood was living on another planet from the way he'd planned his life after Hogwarts to turn out, virtually homeless and definitely penniless, but when he finds himself pulling pints at The Three Broomsticks on Christmas Day, a visitor comes and reminds him of how much different things could have been.
The irony does not escape Severus Snape as he seeks to gain the favour of the Dark Lord on, of all nights, Christmas. The spectres of days dead and gone spur him on to complete his mission, but can the fond memories stop him from committing an unspeakable act?
This story has been nominated for a 2011 Quicksilver Quill Award: Best Marauder Era Story.
Join the crowd for some wintery fun with a Quidditch-ized version of the Christmas classic song, 'Sleigh Ride'.
Merry Christmas to everyone at MuggleNet Fan Fiction!
For over four years, Dean Thomas had been sending his polite regrets to his mum, begging off of coming home for Christmas. But when he sensed discord in the most recent letter from his Muggle family, he decided that he needed to stop making excuses and start counting his blessings.
What he found when he got there, however, proved to be more than just a simple family gathering.
This story was nominated for a 2011 Quicksilver Quill Award: Best Post-Hogwarts Story
A war had raged; everyone had felt alone and afraid at some point. And when it was over, most people went back to business as usual, but two of those haunted souls found respite from the most unlikely of sources.
After all, who doesn't need a little bit of catharsis?
A night of paperwork, coffee, and burning the midnight oil... it wasn't an unfamiliar occurrence. But add in a minor slip-up and a mistaken potion, and events were sure to take an interesting turn.
This story was nominated for a 2011 Quicksilver Quill Award: Best Non-Canon Romance
It was just another Friday night on the town with mates for Terry Boot.
That was, of course, until he ended up guilt-ridden and saddled with a drunken and unconscious Theodore Nott. When his unwanted patient awakens, Terry finds himself questioning what he thinks he knows and finding the strangest of answers.
Albus Potter had what some would call a fascinating job -- working for the Magical Law Enforcement's intelligence department. But when suspicious activity caused the Ministry to think the infamous Knights of Walpurgis were up to something, their leading expert was called into action.
In disguise and out of his mind, Albus embarked on an impossible task, but when things started turning for the worse, why were his only thoughts about the one person he would hurt along the way?
This story was nominated for a 2011 Quicksilver Quill Award: Best Next-Generation Story AND Best Same-Sex Pairing Story
Alone, disgusting, adrift between life and death...
This is Tom Riddle's penance for his lack of remorse.