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10/18/12






Hello there! I'm teh, or Nicole, or teh.


I write as much as time permits. But I'm slow, unfortunately. I hope you enjoy my stories. I'm on the forums, so if you have any questions about my writing or anything else, feel free to leave me a message! ☺


EDIT: 20/7/2015: The Deathly Children has been finished, though there's quite a bit of editing to do. I hope to be able to start uploading the rest of the chapters soon. :)


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Stories by teh tarik

Fortress: An Anatomy by teh tarik

Rated: 6th-7th Years • 3 Reviews
Summary:

There is a fortress in the mountains and it watches the world. It watches its beloved Master and it watches itself. Nurmengard is the name of that place.

Who Set the Jobberknolls Free? by teh tarik

Rated: 6th-7th Years • 0 Reviews
Summary: God rest ye merry Hippogriffs in eyries high and cold,
On this night of the twenty-fifth, there shines a star of gold


Sirius is running about on Order business, hexing Death Eaters and such. Lily, on the hand, is busy not getting any sleep and singing Christmas carols at the wrong time of the year.

A series of letters between Sirius and Lily, encompassing various aspects of their lives, dated from September 1980 to October 1981.

The Deathly Children by teh tarik

Rated: 6th-7th Years • 6 Reviews
Summary:
Summer, 1899. In the village of Godric's Hollow, the Dumbledore family is falling apart. With both their parents dead, Albus finds himself trapped in his role as the reluctant guardian to his younger siblings: Aberforth, the wayward brother, and Ariana, the mad girl in the attic. But everything changes with the arrival of their new neighbour, the charming but enigmatic Gellert Grindelwald, whose obsession with the myth of the fabled Deathly Hallows may just about shatter the fragile balance of the Dumbledore family.

love and lycanthropy and other institutions by teh tarik

Rated: 6th-7th Years • 0 Reviews
Summary:

Nature is an institution. As is love.


Time, Space, and Blunt Force Trauma by teh tarik

Rated: 3rd-5th Years • 1 Reviews
Summary:

On the very last day of his life, Sirius Black was bored. Bored, bored, bored.

gladly beyond by teh tarik

Rated: 6th-7th Years • 4 Reviews Past Featured Story
Summary:
Rose Weasley & Scorpius Malfoy. Perfectly bland fruitcake couple. Life couldn't separate them. Death couldn't bring them together. Or is it meant to be the other way round?

This is teh tarik of House Hufflepuff with my extremely late oneshot for the final of the 'So This Is Romance' class on the MNFF Beta Boards.

Sanguini, the Vampire by teh tarik

Rated: 6th-7th Years • 4 Reviews Past Featured Story
Summary:

Vampirism is the persistence and the perpetuity of the body, a madness of the mind, a gradual separation of the the two; one ages and one stagnates.

Sanguini, the vampire.

Tooth in the Brain by teh tarik

Rated: 6th-7th Years • 3 Reviews
Summary:

It's funny, Tom, the way you eat my words.

Ginny Weasley hates books. Irma Pince loves them.

Other Side of Glass by teh tarik

Rated: Professors • 10 Reviews Past Featured Story
Summary:


Fred Weasley
you owe me


The twins have been separated. Bereft of each other, George has to come to terms with the reality of life by himself, and for Fred, death is not the end. They just might meet again.

Growth by teh tarik

Rated: 6th-7th Years • 6 Reviews Past Featured Story
Summary:

Something has changed in Merope Gaunt, a thrumming of insect wings, a pulse kickstarting to life.

Merope is alone. Penniless, undernourished and pregnant - these are the last three trimesters of her life.

You Can Write The Book by teh tarik

Rated: 6th-7th Years • 8 Reviews Past Featured Story
Summary:

That's what Colin's pictures do to you - they make strange folks out of the people you know.

Colin has an eye for detail. So does Dennis.

A Lightness by teh tarik

Rated: 6th-7th Years • 2 Reviews
Summary:

My fingers on her face, in her hair, scraping on that rough patch of skin pulled over her knee. We lay in the grass, a tangle of legs. The way she spoke, slow, quiet. I whirled through classes. Fluctuated. I breathed brightness. I spoke laughter. I wouldn’t change a thing.

Lavender Brown is alive.