My Penname is BrokenPromise because that is how I found this Harry Potter.
When I was younger, I saw a trailer for a Harry Potter movie, and it scared me. That day I decided that I would never have anything to do with Harry Potter.
Just before DH1 came out in cinemas, a friend told me that Dumbledore died. I knew a little bit of Potter background and I quite liked Professor Dumbledore, so I asked her who had done it. She showed me the first book and said, "Read it." I read them all within two weeks, and then watched DH1 in the cinema.
Having read all the books and seen all the movies, I started writing a Fanfiction, and then looked for inspiration online. What I found was this archive and all the wonders within. Like many others, I have enjoyed the work on this site. I started writing because I thought I ought to give something back.
I now have some work up! I am working on some more but am having a little bit of a writer's block on a couple of them. I also have some poetry from the beta boards too, which I will eventually post here.
By the way, I would like to thank you if you are reading this and hope that you have enjoyed/ will enjoy my work.
Early November Morning
Forget Me Not
How to be Beautiful (In progress)
Red Hair and Yellow Ribbons (In progress)
A Dursley Lament
If He Had Known
The Final Duel
The View From By Your Side
Written for the Doomed Ship Ficathon 2016 for Julia/the opaleye's prompt: Albus/Gellert - The crime is never what you steal, but what you leave behind.
All warnings are very minor.
Narcissa Black and Lucius Malfoy were put on earth for each other: the most perfect soulmate the other could find. But life wasn’t going to make it easy for them…
This is a story of young love, stubbornness, misunderstanding and forgiveness. This is the story of them.
I have upped the rating for later chapters. However, most warnings are for milder instances.
The Black family is made of ashes.
This poem, based of the prompt above by Horace, won first place in the first round of the October Triathlon 2013.
A villanelle, written for the first round of the Poetry Anyone Triathlon.
Warnings added for later chapters.
Albus Dumbledore sees it as an opportunity to help his students. Severus Snape sees it as an opportunity for a free drink. What could possibly go wrong?
An early birthday present for a great friend over on the boards, Sophie, otherwise known as the owl. Have a great time!
Substance Abuse added for Snape possibly getting drunk.
Sybil Trelawney and Quirinus Quirrell: the Seer fallen to teaching and her bright young thing. Of course they never meant to fall in love. But they did, and so here is that story.
This is BrokenPromise of Ravenclaw, writing for the Great Hall Cotillion 2013.
Thanks to Sophie (the owl), who looked over some of this for me.
Helena Ravenclaw has seen many things as a ghost and as a girl.This poem placed third in the Negotioting with the Dead challenge over at Poetry Anyone, for which it was originally written.
A big thank you to Natalie/hestiajones for giving me feedback in PA and made this poem what it is now!
On November 2nd, Petunia Dursley wakes up to a morning she hates to remember but will never forget.
This is BrokenPromise of Ravenclaw writing for the Great Hall Illustration for Inspiration Challenge 2012
Regrettably, I own neither the world nor the picture from which this fic is inspired. They belong to J K Rowling and Karaley Dargen respectively, and I hope that this is an adequate representation.Character Death for Lily and James only.
Many thanks to Megan/noblefate who betaed this for me so quickly and helpfully!
She was the first to accept me for who I was, Muggle father and all. The teachers didn’t count. Dumbledore accepted me out of duty; Slughorn accepted me for his own personal gain. She accepted me out of love.
Would you have been any different if you had had your world ripped apart and your heart shattered until there was nothing left to love with?
This is a story about a boy and a decision that he regretted. A decision he had made a few times before. Tom Riddle made the decision to say so many times those words that would eventually be his downfall.