Deathly Hallows Fanfiction

dh_fanfic @ 2008-07-14T02:45:00

2008-07-14T06:48:00Z

Title: Are You Ready?
Author: Merusa
Rating: Light R
Pairing: Neville/Luna
Word Count: Around 230
Status: Complete
Warning(s): Sexual situations. Swearing.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine.
Author's Note(s): Written in an attempt to (a) break through my writer's block and (b) get a handle on writing Luna. Just a cute little thing.

Summary: Neville needs comfort. Luna knows what he really needs, even if he doesn't.

x-posted

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Character Bios: Molly II

2008-07-08T00:22:59Z

This week's bio:
Title: Molly
Rating: PG
Genre: General
A/N: Many thanks to my beta shina_laris.

(Mother says I am too friendly and that it will get me into trouble someday. She says there are bad people out there, people who care nothing about you as long as they can use you to get what they want.)

Other Bios: Teddy - Victoire - Fred - Dominique

Character Bios: Dominique

2008-07-01T03:44:18Z

This week's bio:
Title: Dominique
Rating: PG
Genre: General
A/N: Many thanks to my beta shina_laris.

(Sometimes there's so much beauty in the world I feel like I can't take it, like my heart's going to cave in. That's basically the story of my life.)

Other Bios: Teddy - Victoire - Fred

In Pieces

2008-07-01T00:03:01Z

Title: In Pieces
Author: lady_altair
Rating: T
Summary: Three conversations between Tom Riddle and Death. "I cast aside what is weak, it is not worthy of me."

in pieces

dh_fanfic @ 2008-06-30T16:19:00

2008-06-30T20:20:01Z

title: moments in second person (7/12)
rating: r
pairing(s): ron/hermione
summary: a year of romance, in song lyrics and sotto voices. because you never really know what's going on inside a person, do you? [rxhr, hxg, nxl]
spoilers: for all 7 books

Previous chapters, with links to the next chapter at the bottom of each chapter:

[1: ron] [2: hermione][3: ginny] [4: harry][5: neville][6: luna]

Freedom Chapter two

2008-06-29T16:01:22Z

Title: Freedom
Pairing: Hp/Gw, Rw/Hg
Chapter Summary: Harry and friends take a trip into Diagon Alley.
A/n: Feedback is welcome please.
A/N: Edited on 05-08-08. Thanks go out to Colleen who has the privilege of seeing my rough draft and ironing out my mistakes. Thank you to Temerarie22 who polishes up the story so it looks good for all you readers. Without those two helping me the story would not be what it is. Please review.
Chapter two

The next day Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione all decided to go to Diagon Alley. They all wanted to see George’s joke shop, and a carefree day was just what they needed. After eating a delicious breakfast consisting of eggs, kippers, sausage, and fruit, the teens were ready to go.

“Be careful,” Mrs. Weasley said. She was worried. Even though Voldemort was gone, there were still people out there who believed in what he stood for and she didn’t want any of her children getting hurt. She’d already lost Fred; she couldn’t bear to lose another one of her kids.

“We’ll be fine mum,” Ginny said. Mrs. Weasley hugged each teen in turn before walking away to the kitchen to clean up the breakfast dishes.

The four friends Flooed to Diagon Alley, and after arriving and cleaning the soot off of their clothes, Harry vowed to invent another form of transportation that was less stressful.

When the busy shoppers saw Harry walking through Diagon Alley, they began to stare. Some stopped him as he passed by and wanted to shake his hand. Harry smiled and kept on walking.

“I wish they’d not pay me this much attention,” Harry said.

Ginny chuckled and squeezed his hand. “You saved the world from darkness Harry. You have to expect that everyone would want to meet you.”

Harry sighed in resignation. “Let’s just see how George is doing.”

They finally made it to the joke shop and business was booming. So much so that George didn’t have enough people helping him out.

“Need help?” Harry asked.

George grinned. “I thought you’d never ask. Ron, oh brother of mine, would you be so kind as to go in the back and bring out some Skiving Snack Boxes? We seem to be running low.”

Ron reluctantly nodded.

“You know, we could come by a couple times a week and help out for a while,” Harry said.

“That is nice of you, Harry, but Ron and I had a long talk and he wants to try working here for a bit before joining the Auror Academy.”

“It is always nice to have options,” Hermione commented.

“Right, you are,” George said.

Ron began stocking shelves for George, and soon he was actually enjoying himself. He couldn’t wait to help George make products.

After about an hour in the store, Harry and Ginny left Ron and Hermione to go have some ice cream. When they arrived at the ice cream shop, they saw Andromeda Tonks carrying Teddy Lupin in her arms. Harry walked up to the woman and smiled.

“Hello, Mrs. Tonks,” he said.

Andromeda sniffed. “Just call me Andromeda, Harry. After all, we are family,” she said.

He smiled and looked at the baby in her arms. He looked so much like Tonks and Remus. His hair would change colors every now and then, but his eyes reminded Harry of the last Marauder.

“Ginny and I were just about to have an ice cream. Would you and Teddy join us?” Harry asked. Andromeda nodded and sat down with Ginny at the table. Harry went and ordered two chocolate ice creams for himself and Ginny and came back to the table. Teddy was squirming in his grandmother’s arms.

“May I hold him?” Harry asked.

“Certainly Harry, he is your Godson.”

Harry hesitantly took the baby from the elder woman. He hadn’t had much experience with babies before and his nerves started to get the better of him.

Teddy began babbling to Harry and trying to pull off his glasses. Harry smiled and rescued his glasses from the inquisitive child’s hands and then kissed Teddy’s head.

“I haven’t been around a lot of children Andromeda, but Remus and your daughter did make me Teddy’s Godfather. I want to help raise him if that is all right. I know what it is like to lose parents so young, and I want him to know that he isn’t alone.”

Andromeda smiled. She knew there was something she liked about this boy. No, not a boy, but a man. He had fought too many battles to be considered a boy any longer.

“As I said, Teddy is your Godson, so you are more than welcome to help raise him,” Andromeda said.

Harry hugged the baby close. “Thank you,” he said.

Ginny, whom had been watching Harry interact with Teddy, beamed. Someday, she and Harry would be married, and they would have children of their own. She knew with little doubt that Harry would be a wonderful father.

Soon, the trio was done with their ice creams, and Andromeda gathered Teddy into her arms.

“When you want to see him Harry just pop on by. You know where we live.”

“I’ll do that,” Harry said. Andromeda smiled, and with a wave from Teddy, the pair was gone.

“He is adorable,” Ginny said.

Harry leaned over and kissed her softly. “And so are you.”

Ginny laughed and punched him playfully.

Harry looked up and down the streets, noticing the laughing children and the smiling faces of their parents. He couldn’t help but feel pleased that he had brought peace to the Wizarding world. Harry grinned when he saw his friends walking towards where he and Ginny were sitting, their hands clasped tightly together.

“What’s so funny?” Ron asked, sitting down at the table. Ginny winked at Harry.

“Nothing Ron,” Ginny said.

“So where to now?” Hermione asked.

“I need to go to Gringotts,” Harry said.

“What for?” Ron asked.

“Now that everything is starting to settle some, I need to check out my vaults. I never had a chance to see my parents will, and I’d like to see how much gold I have. Maybe I can set up a charity of sorts for orphaned children.”

Ginny smiled.

“Do you want us to get lost or can we come with you?” she asked.

“I’d love it if you’d come with me,” Harry said. He was staring at Ginny now; he couldn’t help himself and was soon lost in her deep chocolate brown eyes

Hermione saw the loving look that was passing between the couple and smiled. It was about time that Harry had some happiness in his life. She knew that Ginny would be his happiness.

“Ron and I will come with you to the bank, but not to your vault. I need to set up an account at Gringotts,” Hermione said.

“That’s fine,” Harry replied.

The teens left the ice cream shop and headed for the bank. They were all a little hesitant about entering the heavily warded bank because of their break in. Slowly, Harry opened the doors and the four teens walked inside. The teens were expecting an army of irate goblins to come charging at them but instead the little creatures stopped what they were doing and inclined their heads towards Harry. Harry hoped that this act of thanks meant that he and his friends were forgiven of their crimes since it was for a good cause.

A goblin dressed in a smart uniform adorned with a tie beckoned the four over.

“My name is Reggnack. How may I help you?”

“I’d like to see my vault,” Harry said.

“I’ll have to get your account manager first, Mr. Potter. There are some papers that need looking after,” Reggnack said. Harry nodded and the goblin left into another room. Soon he came back with another goblin. The goblin inclined his head to Harry.

“You’re coming to see about your family accounts?” the goblin asked.

“Yes,” Harry said.

“Very well. Follow me.”

Harry turned to his friends.

“Why don’t Ron and Hermione take care of setting up Hermione's account and Ginny, you can come with me. After all, I’m hoping that what is mine will be yours someday.”

Ginny blushed and squeezed his hand.

The couple followed the goblin to his office and was quickly seated. The goblin sent the couple a toothy grin.

“First, Mr. Potter, since you did save our world from being ruled by a dark wizard, Gringotts has decided to forgive you for your transgressions. You’ve also shown us that we need to add to our security measures, and we’ve already taken care of that, so on behalf of Gringotts, I thank you,” the goblin said.

“You’re welcome,” Harry answered. He didn’t know what else to say.

“Next, my name is Gorack, and I’ve been the Potter manager for many years. Since you inherited the Black fortune as well, I took the liberty of combining all of your money into one vault for easy access.” Gorack pulled out several rolls of parchment.

“You also own several Potter properties. You own the land at Godric’s Hollow, a manor house in the states, a home in Scotland, and a manor house in Australia,” Gorack said.

Harry was shocked. He knew his family was rich, and he knew that he had inherited a lot of money from his godfather, but he didn’t know that he owned that many properties.

“If you sign here, it will confirm that you have been notified of what your deceased family has left you, and accept the gifts that they have given.” Harry quickly signed the parchment.

“Now, is there anything you want from me?” Gorack asked.

“I’d like to go to my vault, please,” Harry said. Gorack nodded and led Harry and Ginny out of his office and to the cart.

After a speedy cart ride, Harry arrived at his vault.

“Now that all of your possessions are in one vault, you must touch the door so it can take a sample of your blood and allow you entry,” Gorack said.

“Will Ginny be allowed to come in with me?” Harry asked.

“If you take her by the hand and lead her in, she will not come to any harm,” Gorack replied.

Harry touched the door and felt a sharp prick on his palm. Soon a warm sensation coursed through his hand and the door slid open. Harry gaped at what he saw. There were stacks upon stacks of gold, and several shelves were filled with chests. Harry took Ginny’s hand and led her inside. Once inside he dropped her hand and walked over to the first ornately carved chest.

Ginny, sensing that he needed a moment, walked around the vault silently.

Harry opened the lid and the first thing he saw was a letter. He quickly broke the seal and began to read:

Dearest Harry:

If you are reading this then my fears have come to pass and both James and I are dead. I’m truly sorry that we left you during this time of war, but I hope you’re happy. If Sirius is alive, he is to have raised you. If he died soon after we did, then you probably went to my sister and for that I am deeply sorry.

I hope by now the war is over. You have fulfilled the prophecy and finally are free.

Inside this chest are a few momentums of mine and your father’s. Our wedding bands, along with my engagement ring, are in here. The wedding bands are Potter rings, passed down from generation to generations. They have small magical protections, and they let you know if the other is in danger. I do hope you have someone to give your heart, and these rings to someday.

Remember, my son, don’t forget to be happy. Know that your father and I love you, and we are watching down upon you. We are very proud of you. Know that I love you.

Love,
Mum

Tears flowed freely down Harry’s cheeks. Ginny, seeing his tears, quickly walked over to Harry and wrapped her arms around him.

“Are you okay, love?” she asked. He looked up at her and smiled.

“I will be,” he said. He kissed her cheeks and put the letter from his mother in his pocket. Next he found the ring box with all three rings in it and before Ginny had a chance to see them he shoved them in his pocket as well. Harry decided that the rest of the items in the chest could wait, so he shut it carefully, shrunk it and put it in his pocket. Harry stood and gathered up several Galleon, Knuts and Sickles and put them in his pocket. Soon, Harry was ready to go and taking Ginny’s hand, they left the vault.

After the fast journey aboveground on the cart, and after bidding goodbye to Gorack, Harry and Ginny met up with Ron and Hermione. They all agreed that it was time to head back to the Burrow. No one wanted to worry Mrs. Weasley. They went to the Leaky Cauldron and Flooed to the Burrow, where upon arrival Mrs. Weasley gave each teen a hug.

“Are you all right, dears?” she asked.

“We’re fine mum,” Ron said.

She smiled. “Very good, Bill, Fleur, and Charlie are coming over for dinner tonight, so why don’t you all go get cleaned up.”

The four nodded and the boy’s headed up to Ron’s room while the girls went to Ginny’s room.

Harry took off his robes and got changed into a tee shirt and a pair of shorts. He was just about to head back downstairs when a letter on his pillow caught his eyes. The cream envelope had a Hogwarts crest which made Harry more curious. Opening the letter, Harry began to read:

Dear Mr. Potter,

Due to recent events you were not able to attend your seventh year of Hogwarts and complete your education. Hogwarts is offering to extend in invitation to all of the seventh years to repeat the year, and in your case, to attend your final year of schooling so that you may sit for your N.E.W.T.’s. Please send a response via owl as to whether or not you will attend.

We look forward to seeing you.
Headmistress McGonagall

Harry sat the letter down on his pillow. He had a lot to think about. He knew that the Auror Academy would outright accept him if he asked, but he didn’t want in because he defeated Voldemort. He wanted to be treated like anyone else and earn his Auror status.

“You got the same letter,” Ron asked, sitting next to Harry.

“Yeah, and I think I’ll go back,” Harry said. Ron sighed. School wasn’t his thing, but his mum would have kittens if he didn’t take his N.E.W.T.’s and attend school next year.

“Well, I’m going to help George out some this summer, and then I’ll go back to school in the fall. I’ll probably help George out the next summer just so I can take a break from all the hard work and then I’ll decide if I want to join the Auror Academy.”

“Sounds like a good idea, mate,” Harry said. Just then Hermione came bursting in the room closely followed by Ginny.

“Did you get a letter, too?” Hermione asked the boys. Both nodded.

“Well, you know I’m going back. It will be hard to see the school, what with the battle and all, but I want to go back,” she said. Ron chuckled, and to keep Hermione from babbling anymore, he stood up, walked over to her, and crushed her to him in a searing kiss. Ginny, not wanting to be outdone walked over to Harry and gave him a fiery kiss of her own.

A loud boom came from the doorway, which caused both couple to break apart and look wide-eyed at the doorway. George was standing there, a grin on his face.

“Time for dinner,” he said. The four nodded, and after George laughed, they all broke out into laughter. After they regained control of themselves, the four headed downstairs, where the smell of food made their stomachs rumble.

When the food was served and the family was eating, Bill raised his glass.

“I have an announcement to make,” he said. Everyone paused for a moment and waited. “Fleur and I are having a baby.”

Mrs. Weasley started crying and stood, hugging both Bill and Fleur tightly. Everyone else congratulated the couple.

The rest of the night was spent celebrating. Cake was served, and memories were talked about. All in all it was a good night, and by the time it was time for bed, everyone was exhausted.

“Night Harry,” Ginny said. They were standing at her door, pointedly not looking at Ron and Hermione who were snogging in Ginny’s bedroom.

“Night Gin,” Harry said huskily. He leaned forward and gave the redhead a kiss that left them both shaky on their feet once it was through.

“Oy Potter, that’s my sister,” Ron said. Harry laughed and punched Ron playfully.

“And Hermione is my sister so you’d better be careful.” The four laughed and the boys headed to Ron’s room.

Harry lay down on his cot and yawned. He wouldn’t have to worry about Voldemort invading his head. He might actually get some sleep. He yawned again and within seconds he was sleeping peacefully.

Fanfiction: Breadcrumb Trail

2008-06-27T14:29:45Z

Pairings: Draco/Astoria, mentions of Pansy/Nott, Snape/Lily
Summary: Harry has come back for seventh year along with Hermione and Ron, only to find strange things afoot - unsurprisingly, with Slytherins in the thick of them.
Warnings: DH spoilers, mentions of cruelty toward animals.
Crossposted: post_dh_fanfic and spewchallenges

Another stick snapped beneath Harry’s foot and he froze, waiting for the cloaked figure ahead to whirl around at the noise. When they continued to move ahead at a steady pace, he breathed out in relief and pressed on.

Harry’s fingers were slick with sweat and he knew it was the humid air of the Forest more than nerves. He figured they were near the swamp now, and it seemed like the person he was trailing was heading straight towards it. He muttered a spell to stop his glasses from steaming up and switched his wand to the other hand in order to wipe his palm across his jeans.

If anyone knew Harry was out here at this hour, alone and unprotected, he strongly suspected they’d form a committee to murder him.

After all, it was less than a year since the fall of Voldemort and while the Wizarding World pretended to no longer jump at moving shadows, Harry could see through the facade. People were still afraid and probably would be for a good long time.

For that reason, even though Hogwarts was safer than it had been for decades, Headmistress McGonagall had announced strict curfew and safety regulations upon the re-opening of the school. Harry honestly didn’t know what it was about him and rules - they never seemed to get along - for now here he was again, breaking them.

Of course, it could all be blamed on circumstance. Harry had previously been atop the Astronomy tower, waiting for Firenze. He’d wanted to talk to the centaur about Hagrid. The half-giant had been looking exhausted and worn during classes, dark circles beneath his eyes and occasionally even stumbling while he walked. That morning he’d actually fallen asleep in the middle of a sentence during a lesson on bow-truckles. Harry was concerned and hoped Firenze had some insight into what was going on.

Firenze was usually on the Tower on a clear night like this. Tonight he’d apparently had other places to be. Harry had waited nearly an hour, pulling his cloak tighter around himself and gazing over the ramparts at the school grounds. He’d looked at Hagrid’s little hut in the distance, the light in the window still on, and then movement near it caught his eye.

He'd seen a familiar slight figure edging quickly along the trees behind Hagrid’s house. There'd been a flash of white-blond hair as a branch knocked down the hood obscuring the person's face. Malfoy.

Harry thought it strange, moving as stealthily as he could manage under the Invisibility Cloak, that Malfoy would be out here at night. The git had always feared the Forbidden Forest – even on day excursions with teachers. Malfoy stopped suddenly, before a patch of swamp grass with tendrils swirling in the pond before him. He seemed to be listening for something intently.

Harry’s eyes narrowed as he crouched down, close enough to see Malfoy’s expression as he glanced around him nervously. If the ferret was this unnerved, why was he alone?

Draco saw something then and his eyes lit up. There appeared to be no malice in his delight, but Harry’s gut twisted as Draco suddenly pounced and came up with something in his hand. He inspected it, then gave a small laugh of triumph. Malfoy stuffed whatever it was into the pouch at his side and took off. Harry made to follow him again, but a suddenly loud crashing made him turn around.

Something big, slobbery and fanged leapt at his chest, knocking him flat on his back. “Augh!” he yelled, panicking, and tried to push the beast’s crushing weight off him.

“Oi! Fang! What’r’ve ye got there!?”

Harry gasped and turned his face as a wet tongue lapped all over his face. The hood of his Cloak fell back and Hagrid lowered his crossbow with a look of astonishment. Just as quickly, bemusement and a little bit of crossness replaced it. “’Arry, what the blazes you doin’ out here in the woods? Leave off, Fang!”

The boar hound finally let Harry up and he struggled to his feet. “Hagrid!” he gasped, breathlessly. The half-giant gripped his flailing hand and pulled him the rest of the way up effortlessly. Hagrid scowled at him.

“I’m disappointed in yer. I unnerstand breakin’ the rules when you gotta, but there ain’t no more reason now that Riddle’s gone!”

“I saw Malfoy out here,” Harry stated, then winced at the new look of exasperation on Hagrid’s face. “He was looking for something and I think he found it!”

“Merlin’s beard, ‘Arry, you know what people are startin’ to say about you always runnin’ about after Malfoy all over the school?”

“But I --” It took a moment for the words to sink in and Harry stared dumbly. “Wait, what?”

“Exactly, that‘s what I said.” Hagrid answered shortly and turned back to his hut. “And I know it ain’t true. But you best stop tryin’ to go after him, he an’ his family already paid their debts. Nobody even talks to them anymore - they’re a shunned family.”

Stunned and more than a little disturbed, Harry followed. “Well, he’s not helping his image any by sneaking around the grounds at night.”

Harry somehow missed the look of pure irony that Hagrid flashed him over his shoulder. “What do you suppose he was up to?”

“Maybe he lost somethin’,” Hagrid said dismissively.

Harry stopped in his tracks having a sudden horrible thought. “Maybe the Resurrection--”

Hagrid whirled fast for someone his size and Harry actually backed up a step. The half-giant’s face was definitely angry. “’Arry, I care for ye deeply and I’ll say this as gently as I can. Ye cannot be this daft with a mother like Lily Potter, so I think what’s goin’ on is that ye ain’t usin’ that noggin’ o’ yers as keenly as ye should be! Think, ‘Arry! Ye really suppose Malfoy’s gonna try to bring back Riddle? After what Riddle did to him an’ his family? Ye really think that?”

“No!” Harry managed, horrified he’d even for a moment let his mind run over that possibility. He remembered Malfoy’s terrorized face as he was made to torture Rowle, remembered Voldemort’s rage after the escape from Malfoy Manor. No, there was no reason Harry could think of that would prompt Draco to bring back his former master. He lowered his head, face heated. “No,” he said again, quietly. “I just . . . I thought . . . I don’t know.”

When he next glanced up at Hagrid, he found the half-giant’s expression had softened somewhat. “Oh ‘Arry, I know what’s goin’ on. Ye’ve been raised to fight a war. An’ now it’s over. But ye’re still lookin’ for danger cause it’s what ye’ve always done.”

Harry pressed his lips together and looked away, frustrated. Hermione had said the same thing to him, just as sympathetically, and so had Molly Weasley and even Percy. He was fed up with it, even if it did contain just a smidgeon of truth. His mind raced to find a subject.

“So what are you doin’ out here, then?” Harry countered, looking pointedly at the crossbow. He was expecting denial from the half-giant, or another scolding, but not for Hagrid’s eyes to overflow with tears.

He let the crossbow drop, great chest heaving and let loose a great bawl that startled several night birds out of the trees. Harry frantically tried to shush him. “Hagrid, I’m sorry, I . . . I’m sorry! Please!”

“Oh ’Arry, I failed! I failed ’em!” Hagrid dropped to his knees with a thud. “I was supposed to keep ’em safe!” He struck the ground with his fist and caused a tremor beneath Harry’s feet. Harry knelt next to him.

“Who? Supposed to keep who safe?” Harry asked, heart aching for his large friend.

“The . . . The Carrows, they . . . They took them all. The students asked me for ’elp, but there was nothin’ I could do!” Hagrid sobbed. Harry rubbed his back, awkwardly and looked around, but there was no Hermione to help cheer Hagrid up this time. It was just him and the sobbing half-giant, man to man. And Harry was bollocks at comforting people.

“Took who, Hagrid?” He asked, gently.

Hagrid snuffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve and looked up at Harry through weeping black eyes. “Haven’t you noticed, ‘Arry? In the common rooms an’ the dorms . . . All the students who couldn‘t stay last year on account o‘ their bloodlines . . . Haven‘t ye noticed at all?”

“Noticed what?”

“The animals . . .” Hagrid choked out and scrubbed at his face. “All the animals . . .”

Harry’s racing mind finally clicked on an image: Crookshanks purring on Hermione’s lap as she stroked him. Several girls passing through the room had slowed and watched, faces unreadable before turning away quietly.

Since he’d returned to Hogwarts, Seamus’ rat no longer woke Harry up, chewing on the wood of his trunk. Dennis Creevey’s incorrigible calico no longer jumped on the table and batted at the tie on his essay scroll, neither did she trip Harry down the dormitory stairs by dashing between his ankles.

His mind had been so full that he'd failed to notice it upon his return - but as if the floodgates had opened, Harry at last understood what Hagrid meant.

With the exception of Hermione, all the muggleborn students' familiars had disappeared.

~~~

“Of course I remember,” Luna said serenely, tying a bleating vegetable lamb to its stake with twine. Her breath came out cold in the night air as she stroked the plant-lamb’s wool, trying to calm it. “The Carrows decided to send them all after their families, after collecting their wands. But then Crabbe pointed out they ought to take the animals away. After all, if Muggleborns shouldn’t have wands or magic, they shouldn’t have familiars.”

“Yeah,” Neville said, bitterly. He didn’t look at Harry, hadn’t said anything above two syllables since Harry had brought the matter up. But now he seemed to have gained his voice back. “They took Filch’s cat too, because he’s a squib. They had no reason for it, just wanted to hurt him. And then they got the idea that the all the blood-traitors who needed to be taught a lesson should lose their companions too.”

Harry looked at him and remembered how Neville had been a thorn in the side of the Carrows. “Trevor?” he ventured, almost afraid to.

Neville was silent for a moment, and looked up at the sky. There were a few stars out, but it was not as clear as it had been the previous night. Finally, he answered, almost too soft for Harry to hear. “I don’t know. Some students, like me, got warning ahead and went to Hagrid, but Crabbe and Goyle followed them and reported it. Hagrid saw the Carrows coming and only had time to let them all go in the Forest. Better that than give them over.”

“So that’s what Hagrid’s been up to. He’s been searching every night for them?

“That would explain why he’s so tired during classes,” Neville said. “I’ve tried telling him not to worry about it. Trevor would be impossible to find by now.”

“Do you think he‘s dead?” Harry asked carefully.

Neville’s mouth twisted. “I dunno. Probably. And if not, if he’s been set loose out there, there’s no chance I’d ever find him again. Not before some predator.”

“You should always hope,” said Luna as her sheep grazed upon the mossy growth around its stake. “Maybe he’s found a lady frog.”

Harry glanced back at Neville and was surprised to see a small smile on his face. “If Trevor’s got my luck with girls, I doubt it.”

“Oh certainly not,” Luna agreed cheerfully. Harry stared at her, embarrassed at her candidness. “If he’s got your luck with girls, he’d have at least five wives by now.”

Harry snorted and tried to muffle his surprised laughter and Neville joined in, just as shocked.

“Yeah. Maybe,” Neville said, shaking his head as he finished his last row of vegetable-lambs. In its early stages, the plant had to be treated under the moonlight, due to the sensitivity of the lambs’ eyes to the sun. Neville had special permission from Professor Sprout to tend the plants after dusk and had invited Harry and Luna along for company. He’d invited several other people as well, but they’d all had plans.

As Harry struggled to get his lamb tied properly without being bitten, he could see why people had chosen to decline Neville’s invitation. There was nothing glamorous about Herbology. Perhaps that was why Neville was so keen about it. Harry had to admit it was peaceful out here.

“Anyhow,” Neville continued, “Taking away the animals certainly got the effect the Carrows wanted. They rounded them all up and put them in pens in a room in the lower dungeons. Crabbe kept walking around, telling all of us he was going to use Fiendfyre on the poor things on the next weekend, when all the Muggleborns were scheduled to leave.”

“Please tell me he didn’t,” Harry replied quietly. He’d stopped what he was doing, appalled. His mind went to Hedwig in her cage, helpless to dodge the killing curse. That had been bad enough, but if she had burned -

“No, no, it didn’t happen. The Carrows were going to let him torture a few before they went home, but they suddenly changed their minds and made everyone just stay in their dorms until it was time for them to board the Express home. They announced later that all the animals had been transported back to Diagon Alley to be sold to new wizards - real wizards who deserved them.

“It was a lie of course, although something nobody could prove. All we knew was that the animals were gone and the Carrows looked sour about it, so we don’t think they’ve been killed. They aren’t in the castle anywhere - not even their bones. We can be sure of that, because the house-elves searched and they know Hogwarts inside out,” Neville finished.

“But where do you suppose they are?” Harry wondered.

“We have no idea. In a way, that hurts worse than if the Carrows had killed them. But whatever happened, it wasn’t the Carrows idea and I really have a hard time seeing how Crabbe could have come up with a plan like that either.”

“Yeah. Though I think Crabbe surprised all of us in the end,” Harry said, darkly.

“He wasn’t a very nice person,” Luna agreed as her hands smoothed out the tangles the lamb was making of its vine. “Not even to his own housemates it seems. I talked to a girl who was crying in the bathroom. She told me what he did right after they got off the Express.”

“A girl from Slytherin?” Neville asked, surprised.

“Yes. I think she said something he didn’t want to hear. So he practiced a rather nasty spell on her cat.”

Harry and Neville exchanged glances, guessing without words which spell that must have been.

“Did the poor thing survive?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t run into her much after that. She always seemed busy.”

A sudden movement from the Forest made Harry turn his head. There was a pale green light flitting through the trees, and then it was extinguished. “Did you see that?” he asked, eyes straining through the dark.

Neville and Luna stopped and listened. Aside from the calls of night birds and the occasional bleat of restless pod-sheep, there was nothing. Harry saw the faint light again, farther on. Malfoy. It had to be.

“I’ll be right back,” he said lowly.

“Harry, you’ll be careful won‘t you? It’s on my head if anything happens to you,” Neville reminded and sounding a little exasperated, but he didn’t try to stop Harry.

“I’ll be fine,” Harry insisted. He remembered his Cloak was left up in the tower in his trunk and cast a disillusionment charm on himself instead.

Harry crept into the woods and onward after the flickering wand. He could hear Luna, asking whether Neville’s grandmother still had a problem with tufted horasquonks in her attic. In the next few steps he was too far away to hear Nev’s amused reply.

The figure he was following was faster, and gave him just a little trouble keeping up without making a noise. Harry finally cast Muffliato which covered the sound of his footfalls as he crashed through the underbrush. After what seemed like ages, the figure ahead stopped abruptly and Harry had to check himself, nearly skidding on his bottom and half-crashing behind a tree. His disillusionment charm was still on, but he had no way of knowing if Malfoy couldn’t see through it. Despite his experience, he had to admit he was not as skilled as sneaking around as the Slytherin boy - not without his Cloak.

But Harry needn’t have worried, for the figure ahead who pulled down her hood was not Malfoy. He blinked, and wondered what on earth Daphne Greengrass was doing out here by herself. Then she moved further out of the shadows, raising her illuminated wand, and Harry could see she was not Daphne Greengrass after all. Her school colors noted her as Slytherin, and it was only confirmed when Malfoy stepped forward to meet her.

The smile on his face was different than Harry had ever seen, neither mocking nor insincere.

“Did you find -” the girl started, but Draco hissed for quiet and looked around. Panicking a little, Harry crouched lower behind his tree. After a tense moment, Draco looked back at the girl.

“Yes. I did. Just where you told me.”

“I thought so,” the girl grinned, sounding just a bit smug. She quickly sobered though as she looked at a point past Malfoy. “We have to move quickly. He’s been searching the woods and if he steps through the wards -”

“Don’t worry about him, Astoria,” Malfoy drawled, with a light sneer. “The turf’s been enchanted to keep him going in pointless circles. I told you I’d take care of things until you got back. What’ve you found out?”

“Ernie Macmillan’s not returning. I just heard today. But Anthony Goldstein’s back. His mother wanted to keep him home a while longer because of his health, that’s why he wasn’t on the train.”

Malfoy’s smile wavered then vanished.

“Good,” he muttered, unconvincingly. Astoria put a hand on his shoulder and he made a move as if to shrug it off, but didn’t succeed.

They were silent for a moment, then Astoria sighed sharply. “Draco.” Malfoy didn’t turn around. Astoria‘s voice gentled. “Draco, you can‘t have expected to -”

“Of course not.” Malfoy retorted, laughing bitterly. “That’s not what I‘m best at, is it?”

“This time will matter more. You know that.”

“No, it won’t.” Malfoy retorted contrarily. Harry couldn’t help but notice how childish he sounded. Draco seemed to flush, perhaps noticing the same thing. He didn’t see Astoria smiling slightly. “Not to them and not to anyone.”

“It will to me.” Astoria’s voice caught and her smile looked strained in the half-light. Draco turned back to her, and touched her shoulder very lightly.

“How is she?” he asked softly. Astoria shook her head, and did not answer. Malfoy grimaced. “Damn him. If I’d been there just a moment earlier -”

“She would’ve suffered even longer. For now, it‘s . . . she’ll come when I call. She still has a task to do.” Astoria lowered her head, turning her wand in her hands. “Look, we don’t have much time before Slughorn makes his curfew-rounds. I think they’re ready, don’t you?”

With apparent great reluctance, Draco let his hand drop from Astoria’s shoulder, where it had rested under her black curls. “Yeah, probably,” he said, almost too soft to hear. He drew a bit closer to the girl than seemed necessary. “We’ll lead them into the school tomorrow night.”

Harry went from curiosity to immediate alarm. Lead who into the school? He leaned forward, intent on every word.

“- during dinner in the Great Hall - everyone will be there, I should hope. McGonagall’s making some sort of remembrance speech about . . .” Malfoy paused, swallowed and made an odd face. “About Professor Snape. We won’t have to worry about diversions or getting the doors open.” Malfoy patted the pouch at his side, confidently. “I’ve got that covered.”

Astoria cracked a bitter smile. “Just think. All our hard work, all that sneaking about. A whole year of that will be over by tomorrow night. I guess being Slytherin will finally pay off, won‘t it?”

Draco did not answer immediately, but looked saddened by something - not that Harry was concerned about that. Who the bloody hell was Draco going to lead into the castle?

“Guess it will,” Malfoy said lowly. He hesitantly offered his hand to Astoria and she took it.

Harry wasn’t satisfied. It sounded like they were planning an attack, or at least something unpleasant. Why weren’t they being more specific? Maybe Malfoy had heard him after all. But if he had, why had he said anything?

Draco was talking lowly to Astoria now. Arm in arm, they left Harry’s line of vision, disappearing behind a large oak. Harry waited for them to stroll out past the other side, but they didn’t. Puzzled, he went a little closer and saw nothing but moonlight patches on the ground between a grove of trees. He stepped forward, through where he’d seen Draco and Astoria step.

Harry walked determinedly and suddenly found himself marching out of the forest into the broad moonlight. He frowned and scratched the back of his head, wondering how he’d gotten out here.

“Hullo, Harry. Back again?” Luna asked. “You’ve got leaves in your hair you know.”

Harry raked a hand through his hair, brushing them out and scowling. Luna tilted her head to the side thoughtfully. “I was about to say they matched your eyes, but you’re right. You definitely look better without them.”

Neville looked like he was about to burst from the effort of not laughing. Harry sighed and bid them both goodnight, mind whirling with questions.

~~~

“Harry. HARRY.” A jab in the side, and Harry raised his head from his folded arms, blinking owlishly at Hermione. She scowled at him. “Honestly, you’ve been half-awake all day. Did you sleep at all last night?”

“Not much,” Harry groaned. He looked up at the starlit ceiling of the Great Hall, focusing past all the Slytherin decorations in Snape‘s honor. All day, part of him wanted to get away and find Malfoy or a teacher or somebody and tell them what he’d seen and what he’d heard. Dusk had fallen again and he was sure whatever plans Malfoy had set in motion would now be too late to undo.

Despite that, he felt a calmness that was at odds with the surges of panic that occasionally flitted through him. Was it because he’d already faced down Voldemort and felt as though nothing could faze him any longer? Though the calm he experienced now wasn‘t the same emotional dullness.

Harry found his gaze drawn toward the front where the faculty were seated. With a pang, he noticed Filch standing in his customary place, looking alone and defeated. Harry saw no sign of the red-eyed cat he’d always doted on beside him.

He looked away and looked across at the other tables. They were fuller than they had been in the very beginning of the school year, now that the Muggleborn and their families no longer had reason to fear. However, there was a pall of subdued despair hanging over the newly returned students that seemed to have nothing to do with the solemn atmosphere.

Hermione poked him in the arm again. “Harry, you don’t look like yourself. Are you sure everything‘s -?”

A resonating chime of silver on glass rung through the Hall and students stopped their conversations, turning to face the table where the Headmistress sat. She raised her glass.

“As many of you might have heard, our feast together tonight honors the memory of our former Potions Professor and Headmaster, Severus Snape,” McGonagall declared, “Without who’s dedicated love we may have never had hope of winning the past war.” With sudden heat in his face, Harry remembered who exactly that ‘dedicated love’ had been for and sunk down a bit in his chair.

Ron snickered unhelpfully and Hermione elbowed him in the side, gazing sympathetically down at Harry’s head. He had wanted to honor Snape, but he should have known his mother would be mentioned in some way, even if McGonagall was trying to be discreet, and it was unexpectedly mortifying. As she went on, Harry wondered if Snape’s portrait was somewhere in earshot, looking just as embarrassed.

He was more than grateful when Hagrid’s delighted voice boomed down the Great Hall, interrupting McGonagall’s speech. Harry raised his head to see Hagrid striding down alongside the Gryffindor table, holding something in his hands and beaming. “Neville! Neville - yer got to see this! Ye won’t believe it!”

Harry heard a stir coming from the Slytherin table and turned to see Draco and Astoria, looking flushed and out of breath, quickly sitting down. Pansy Parkinson glowered at Draco, obviously getting the wrong idea of why the pair were out of breath, and wrapped her arm around Theodore Nott’s to make a point. She looked rather put out when Malfoy didn’t spare her a glance.

“Hagrid-” McGonagall started, sounding less than pleased.

Something green and brown plopped out of Hagrid’s hand and landed onto the table, hopping across plates, upsetting goblets and heading straight toward Neville.

Neville’s went white. Slowly he stood up and picked the toad off the table with shaking hands. “Trevor?” he asked, in a small voice. Hermione made a small noise and covered her mouth, squeezing Ron’s arm. Hagrid had not stopped beaming and excited talk spread like rapid-fire along the Gryffindor table.

“Is it him?” shouted Seamus. Neville just grinned and nodded, blinking tears. A cheer erupted from that section of the table and the older students pounded their goblets and some whistled loudly.

McGonagall beamed from her seat, having heard the source of the commotion now and content to let it wind down.

But it wasn’t to be quiet for some time, not when the doors of the Great Hall opened, apparently by themselves. Harry leaned back in his seat, trying to see and caught a glimpse of white. The shape moved around the edge of the Hufflepuff table and trotted into view. Harry made out the form of a white cat - coat glowing with an ethereal shine. The cat paused half way and turned, voicing a trill. It carried chime-like through the Hall and students began to turn their heads to see what the creature had turned its focus on.

There was a scream. Susan Bones ran toward the door and disappeared out of it. Harry could hear her laughing, or sobbing, and half-stood in alarm.

Then suddenly the Hall was invaded. There was no other way to describe it - Animals were flying beneath rafters, racing into the hall, running under benches and over laps and between the great tables. Students sat still in shock for a moment, then all of a sudden the Great Hall seemed plunged into utter chaos.

Anthony Goldstein stood with a shout, holding out his arm to let a black raven perch upon it. Harry saw Dennis Creevey running toward a tortoiseshell calico who cleared the distance between them with an energetic pounce. Seamus held up his rat, grinning ear to ear. Susan had come back, laughing through her tears, and holding a badly disheveled flop-eared rabbit in her arms.

Harry then saw Filch, who’d been watching in a kind of daze, give a sudden start and toddle forward as if every step hurt. He didn’t make it far down the aisle between the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff table, falling onto one knee, arms outstretched toward something.

Mrs. Norris wove her way around the students and animals toward Filch, limping more than usual but stubbornly making progress. Filch scooped her up, making heart-wrenching sounds in his throat that shook his whole body.

McGonagall was just as overwhelmed, covering her face with her tartan kerchief and Hagrid - tears running down his cheeks - fairly howled with emotion. Students were screaming, laughing, sobbing, shouting questions nobody had the answers to.

Well, almost nobody.

Harry glanced at the Slytherin table again in bewilderment and saw Astoria staring at the white cat, who still sat calmly in the front of the Great Hall. The cat moved toward her, jumping up on one of the benches, seeming to get more faint as it did so. By the time it was close enough for her to touch it, Harry could barely see it at all. Its yellow eyes gazed at her lovingly and he heard the faint bell-like cry echo into silence.

Astoria pulled back her hand, having nothing in front of her any longer. She lost the battle to control her grief and hid her face in Draco‘s shoulder. Looking helpless and out of place in the midst of all the celebration, he put an arm about her and held her close. It was then Malfoy seemed to notice the Gryffindor’s scrutiny. His protective glower made Harry look away, smiling.

END

Freedom, Chapter one

2008-06-26T14:01:59Z

Title: Freedom
Rating: pg13
Summary: After the final Battle Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione try and move on with their lives, but a person seeking to be the next dark lord disturbs the peace. Can Harry keep his loved ones out of danger?
A/n: This is my first time posting a fic to the comunity. Feedback is welcome.
Disclaimer: All of the Harry Potter Characters are the Property of JK. Rowling.
Freedom
By
GoldenPhoenix12
Disclaimer: All of the Harry Potter characters are the property of JK. Rowling.
Chapter One

It was a week after the defeat of Voldemort and celebrations were still taking place. The newspapers were all singing Harry’s praises and rightfully so. He had finally done it. He had fulfilled his destiny, and now the wizarding world would know peace. The only problem was that Harry was restless.

For years, all Harry had been concerned about was the defeat of Voldemort. Ever since he’d entered the wizarding world, he had been training for the ultimate battle against his archenemy, and now that the battle was over he didn’t know what to do with himself. He knew that he wanted to be an Auror. Harry wanted to insure that another Dark Lord wouldn’t arise, and he’d do whatever it took to keep the wizarding world safe. So now Harry sat, under a canopy of trees in the backyard of the Burrow, contemplating his life.

Meanwhile in the house, Ron and Hermione were preparing to leave for Australia. Hermione wanted Ron to meet her parents, and she also needed to take the Memory Charm off of them and let them know that it was safe for them to return to their home.

“Are you ready, dears?” Mrs. Weasley asked. Ron nodded.

“I’m just going to go find Harry and say good-bye,” Hermione said.

“He’s in the orchard,” Ginny said, walking into the room and sitting a tea tray on the table. Ron and Hermione both walked outside and over to their friend.

“We’re leaving mate,” Ron said. Harry jumped at the sound.

“Off to Australia then?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, but we will be back in a week,” Ron replied. Harry smiled at his friends. It was good that the two of them had finally stopped beating around the bush and gotten together. Now, he only hoped that he could find happiness with someone.

“See you when you get back then,” Harry said. Hermione gave Harry a hug.

“Try and have fun while we are gone, Harry,” she said.

“I will,” Harry said. Ron and Hermione gave Harry one final look before walking back into the house.

“Do you think he’ll be okay, Hermione,” Ron asked. Hermione smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“With time, I think he will be all right, Ron, but Harry has been through a lot. He just killed Voldemort, and that will take a while to get over.” Ron nodded and kissed her cheek.

Just then, Mrs. Weasley came into the sitting room with a Portkey. She gave Ron and Hermione one last hug to send them on their way.

“Take care, dears,” she said. Both smiled and with a touch of their hands to the Portkey, Ron and Hermione were whisked away.

Meanwhile, Ginny picked up the tea tray and headed outside. She walked over to Harry and touched his shoulder.

“A sickle for your thoughts,” she said. Harry smiled and looked at Ginny.

“Hi, Gin,” he said. He stared at her for a moment. She was looking at him with her chocolate brown eyes full of an emotion that he couldn’t discern.

“I thought you’d like some tea,” Ginny said. Harry took a mug from her and drank from it, grateful for the warm liquid that filled his stomach.

“Did you ever think this day would come, Ginny?” Harry asked.

“I always believed that you’d kill You-Know-Who,” Ginny replied.

“Say his name, Gin,” Harry said, putting his arm loosely around her shoulders. Ginny shuddered.

“We’ve lost a lot of people to Voldemort,” Ginny said. She sniffed, a lone tear falling from her eyes and down her cheek. Fred was gone, and she couldn’t imagine life at the Burrow without him. Sensing her thoughts, Harry drew her closer. He had been keeping her at a distance for so long, that now that he was able to have her near without fear of her dying, he was a little unsure of himself.

“I’m sorry about Fred, Ginny. If I knew…”

“It wasn’t your fault, Harry,” Ginny said, cutting Harry off in mid sentence. Harry sighed.

“When is the funeral?” Harry asked.

“In a week,” Ginny replied. Harry nodded.

“Listen, Gin, I still have a lot to work through, but I don’t want to do it alone. I think that we can help each other. I’ve spent too much time worrying about how to survive that I’ve forgotten how to live. I want to learn how to live with you.”

Ginny smiled; Harry had never been this open before. She guessed, however, that war made people open up because there might not be another chance to do so.

“I want the same thing too, Harry,” Ginny said, tears now flowing unchecked down her face.

“I’m not quite sure how to be in a relationship, but I’m going to try,” Harry said, reaching over and wiping the tears from her face. Ginny sniffed and smiled. Just then Mrs. Weasley, whom had been watching the teens from the house, called for Harry and Ginny to come in for lunch. Both teens stood and brushed off their clothes before heading back inside.

The next few days went by in a blur. Mrs. Weasley had Harry, Ginny, and George helping her clean the house. Every once in a while Harry or Ginny would see Mrs. Weasley dabbing at her eyes with a lace handkerchief and they knew that the funeral was going to be hard for her.

Finally, the day arrived. Ron and Hermione came home from Australia, bringing Hermione’s parents along with them.

“How was Australia?” Harry asked.

“It was fun, mate,” Ron replied. The two went up to Ron’s room and put on their best dress robes. Soon, pops of Apparition could be heard from the front yard. Ron peered out his window and saw Professors McGonagall and Flitwick, followed closely by Madam Pomfrey, as well as various Weasley relatives milling about the yard.

Harry sighed and squeezed Ron’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, mate,” Harry said. Ron’s face fell and he looked at Harry, grief showing clearly in his eyes.

“Fred and George always came in a package, you know? Now that Fred is gone, nothing will be the same.”

Harry nodded and squeezed Ron’s shoulder reassuringly. He didn’t know what he could say to help his best friend through this.

“We’d better get down there,” Ron said, turning and picking up his shoes and putting them on his feet. The two walked down to the front yard and sat with Ginny and Hermione. Ron and Hermione snuggled close, and soon Harry found his arms full of a sobbing Ginny. He didn’t know how to handle girls, especially crying girls. He awkwardly patted her back and kissed her hair and hoped that would be enough.

Soon, the minister was speaking about how unfortunate it was that the war between the light and the dark had claimed so many lives. Next, Mr. Weasley went up and talked about his son. Finally, just when the service was about to end, George sent off a barrage of fireworks and everyone watched as the red and gold sparks lit up the sky.

“To Fred,” George said.

“To Fred,” everyone chorused.

Ginny went and helped her mother with the food, and soon the Weasleys and guests were talking about memorable moments with Fred. It had been a long day, and by the time all the guests had left, Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione were all exhausted. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had retired early, and now the four teens were sitting closely together in the sitting room, talking quietly. Soon they all drifted off, Ginny snuggled close to Harry and Ron in Hermione’s arms. It had been a sad day, but time for peace was on the horizon.

Fanfiction: A Short Bio of Fred Weasley II

2008-06-23T05:46:32Z

Well, I have completed character bios for all of the kids that JKR has named in post-DH interviews. I will be posting one a week. The characters will be posted from oldest (Teddy Lupin) to youngest (Lorcan and Lysander Scamander). All of them are dated between 4 to 6 years before the DH epilogue, and I gave the children ages according to the order I felt they would be born in if JKR did not explicitly give us this information.

This week's bio:
Title: Fred II
Rating: PG
Genre: General
A/N: Many thanks to my beta shina_laris. Also this is another some-what angsty one. Sorry! I hope you like the way I characterised Fred II because I didn't really have anything to base him off of within the epilogue so he's basically an OC with the name that JKR revealed in an interview. =/

( I really don't understand him. He wants me to be someone I'm not. He looks at me sometimes like he wants to see someone else in me. )

Other Bios: Teddy - Victoire

THE ASS SUMMER CARNIVAL IS HERE!

2008-06-22T03:48:11Z

It's the AS/S Event of the Summer! :-)

Moments of Love, chapter 15

2008-06-21T09:54:32Z

Title: Moments of Love
Author: Carouselina
Summary: A collection of sweet and humorous moments from the months when Ron and Hermione are expecting baby Rose.
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG-13/T
Genre: Humour, Romance
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the brilliant JKR.
Chapter: 15: "Get This Baby Out!" - Hermione is past her due date and very tired of being pregnant. She tries castor oil, herbs, and exercise, but nothing helps. That is, not until she decides to de-trouser her flaming-haired husband...

This chapter pays homage to Ross and Rachel's delivery woes in Friends. :-)

Read @ Fanfiction.net
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Fic: World in Your Way (George/Luna) PG

2008-06-19T01:19:47Z

Title: World in Your Way
Author: Sam
Pairing/Character: George/Luna (Fred, Harry, Dobby, Ron/Hermione, Bill/Fleur)
Word Count: 1,260
Rating: PG
Summary: Post DH. Potentially a sequel to Light in the Eyes of the Dying. George is desperate for some time away from his family. But he still wants Luna around. Oneshot.
Spoilers/Warnings: Deathly Hallows
A/N: Crap. Utter crap. But I had to get it out of my system.

( The one bright spot is Luna, which he never thought he would say. )

Fanfiction: A Short Bio of Victoire Weasley

2008-06-17T01:00:38Z

Well, I have completed character bios for all of the kids that JKR has named in post-DH interviews. I will be posting one a week. The characters will be posted from oldest (Teddy Lupin) to youngest (Lorcan and Lysander Scamander). All of them are dated between 6 to 4 years before the DH epilogue, and I gave the children ages according to the order I felt they would be born in if JKR did not explicitly give us this information.

This week's bio:
Title: Victoire
Rating: PG
Genre: General
A/N: Many thanks to my beta shina_laris.

( It didn't hurt so much when I sat alone on the playground if I told myself that I was better than they were. )

Previous Bios: Teddy

Fanfiction: A Short Bio of Teddy Lupin

2008-06-10T04:04:35Z

( Today and everything you did today will be remembered. )

Fic: His Parents' Son

2008-06-10T01:26:58Z

Title: His Parents' Son
Author: realmer06
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Alas and alack, neither Teddy nor his parents nor Neville are mine. I borrow these beloved characters from the Mastermind herself, JK Rowling. All glory and homage to her.
Spoilers: Let's just say that if you're here looking for stories about Teddy Lupin, I'm not going to spoil anything for you.
Word Count: 3600-ish
Characters: Teddy Lupin, Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter
Summary: Teddy Lupin's first two weeks at Hogwarts are not going well. When everyone knows who your parents are and who your godfather is, it's a lot for any eleven year old to live up to.

Teddy Lupin was his parents' son.

hp_studies: new community

2008-06-04T00:12:43Z

Click here to learn more and find out how to join in! To help spread the word about the community, please copy and paste the following code into various comms and your own personal livejournal!

Cross posted to all of my communities. I apologize for utter spammage! (Mods, please delete if this isn't allowed. I'm never sure what is and isn't...)

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden

2008-06-01T20:26:30Z

Title: I Never Promised You A Rose Garden
Rating: G
Genre: Angst, Gen
Characters: Neville, Mr and Mrs Longbottom
Summary: Well, at least he could do something about an overgrown garden.
Warnings: Deathly Hallows Spoilers
Disclaimer: I don't own Hogwarts.

I Never Promised You A Rose Garden

dh_fanfic @ 2008-05-16T15:36:00

2008-05-16T14:41:47Z

Title: Finding Silver
Author: lady_altair
Rating: PG
Genre/Characters: Romance, Percy/Audrey
Summary: There are a lot of silver linings to be had. Percy Weasley's just looking for his.
A/N: I tend to write Percy/Penny (and a lot of other things that don't fit with the post-epilogue revelations and the Weasley Family tree JKR wrote) but I'm experimenting. This one actually grew on me.

rain clouds cast roving shadows

Light As She Goes (PG)

2008-05-12T21:55:46Z

Title: Light As She Goes
Author: lady_altair
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen, tragedy
Summary: Not many will find her name on any memorial, not many will remember. She's just a nameless, anonymous casualty, but even in her last moments, Lisa Turpin can't regret. She can only hope.

she can't remember her name

mod post; ohshit.

2008-04-23T21:24:42Z

Hey, everybody. This is your ~~almost non-existent~~ mod here. Just posting to let you all know I changed up the profile a bit, so PLEASE take a look at it. The layout for the community has also been changed. Hopefully it's more spiffy than it was before. I personally like it. >:

Also, the affiliates post has been turned into a Affiliates/Other post. If you have an issue, want to ask a question, etc etc, then by all means, go for it. You can check that out here.

I'd also like to bring this up again; Anything rates higher than pg-16 needs to be FRIENDS LOCKED. I am dead serious about this and I will be cracking down on it, especially if your characters are underaged. I'm warning you now that if I see an entry that is not friends locked, and the rating is higher than PG-16, I will be on you like white on rice. If the entry is not fixed withing 24 hours, It is gone.

So please make sure to friendslock all entries with ratings higher than PG-16. And yes, even if they are fake-cuts that lead to other journals, it would be wonderful if those could be friended as well.

I'd like to have some sort of contest/event going on in here regarding fanfiction. If anybody has any ideas, please feel free to suggest them here.

: ) Have a nice day and keep up the work on keeping this community awesome. I haven't known of any problems in here at all yet; I'd like to keep it that way.

Minerva McGonagall and the Insurance Salesman

2008-04-22T23:29:25Z

Title: Minerva McGonagall and the Insurance Salesman (Part 1 of 2)
Rating: G
Genre: Humour</a>
Pairing: None!
Summary: The hapless insurance salesman squirmed. “If you will recall, Professor McGonagall, last time we spoke I told you we wished to cancel your policy. The amount of issues the school has – it’s simply too high-risk for us...”
Warnings: Implied Deathly Hallows spoilers (and actual spoilers in part 2)
Disclaimer: I don't own Hogwarts. Or sell insurance.

Minerva McGonagall and the Insurance Salesman

dh_fanfic @ 2008-04-15T00:19:00

2008-04-15T04:19:27Z

spewchallenges is a new community that awards elf made prizes for prompt contests. All artistic forms of expression are encouraged so if you make cosplay costuming, staged photography, fan videos, music, knitting, or other forms of art normally excluded from prompts: this is the place for you!

Their first prompt is up and I'd like to see participants from all over the HP fandom regardless of ship or sexual preference!

We don't have a word count minimum or limited amount of entries, so if you like drabbles, haiku, or limericks you are encouraged to join as well!

Come give us a look!
If this post is not allowed please delete. I did not mean to offend.

Fic: There Are No Constants (Hermione/Fred; Hermione/Ron)

2008-04-12T17:10:17Z

Author: idea_of_sarcasm
Title: There Are No Constants
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Hermione/Fred (Hermione/Ron)
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: All but death can be adjusted, but even then sometimes there are exceptions
Warning(s): Complete DH canon compliancy - and, no, not in the necrophilia sense – and no adultery either. Compliancy with most of JK Rowling's interview canon, though in all this I may be as inconsistent as she is. Easily evaded mild torture, and non-violent character death mentioned. Smut that is only very secondary. . . .

(Part One)
(Part Two)
(Part Three)
(Part Four)

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Post-DH WIP: Not in the Hands of Boys (part 25)

2008-04-10T15:49:45Z

Title: Not in the Hands of Boys (25/?)
Author: fourth_rose
Rating: PG-13 (this chapter)
Pairings: Will eventually be Harry/Draco, with other pairings (het and slash) along the way.
Word count: 4200 (this chapter)
Summary: In the long run, living takes a lot more courage than dying.
A/N: Set shortly after the events in DH, and canon-compliant up to page 600 (British edition), which means the Epilogue is not going to happen in this fic's universe.
Thanks to cloudlessnights for the beta!

Previous chapters are here.

( Not in the Hands of Boys (part 25) )

dh_fanfic @ 2008-04-02T22:29:00

2008-04-02T21:34:32Z

Title: Cauterize
Author: lady_altair
Rating: K+/PG
Summary: "Of course it's missing something vital. That's the point." Dennis Creevey takes up his brother's camera after the war.

“There is something beautiful about all scars of whatever nature. A scar means the hurt is over, the wound is closed and healed, done with.”