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Until The End - a Harry Potter Comment Ficathon

Harry Potter Comment Ficathon

Because all this Pottermore business has reminded me how much I love this fandom, and how amazing Harry Potter is. This is a general HP ficathon so pretty much anything goes. Any ship, any character, any era. AU or canon, EWE or epilogue-compliant. Anything.

There are a few simple rules:
~Leave a comment with a prompt. The more specific you are the better, but it's not necessary. Just a quote or a picture or a song will do. And it doesn't even have to be that, it could just be the name of a ship, character, etc. and what you'd like the fic to be about.

~To fill prompts, you can do one of two things:

1. reply to each prompt with the fic, in multiple comments if need be, or

2. reply to the prompt with a link to your fic posted on your journal or any archive (fanfiction.net, skyehawke, etc.)

If you go with the second option though, make sure that the post is public. IT MUST BE PUBLIC.

~When filling prompts, make sure to label the subject as "Title - Characters/Ships - Era - Rating". This is for archiving purposes, should I decide to archive.

~You may make as many prompts as you like, and fill as many as you like. There is no limit to how many times a prompt can be filled so if you see a prompt you really like that already has 10 responses, don't worry, you can still write it! That said, be sure to share the love! Look beyond the first few pages!

~No ship wars, no rude comments, no hating period! The whole point of this ficathon is for all the HP fans to get together and reconnect! Also, people are being kind enough to take time out of their busy days to write these for you, so don't be mean! :)

banners that you can use for pimping (if you'd like to submit one, feel free!):

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She is eleven, and she is flying.

She never imagined she could be here, like this. Slicing the air on a broomstick! A broomstick!

In these few moments, it is all worth it. The strangeness, the newness... the loneliness. No matter how hard she tries, Tuney's face, twisted in anger and disbelief, lingers in her darkest moments. No matter how hard she tries, the sting of rejection will never go away, only intensifying with the beat of her pulse.

Thump, thump.

But these things are lifetimes away: now, she is air, she is speed, she is flight!

Then, suddenly, she is gravity. The wind is rushing higher, higher, and she - she is weightless, broken, dust in the wind.

You are nothing but a freak.

Solidity. Shaky, but there. She wonders vaguely if the ground has caught up to her, if Gaea herself chose to reject her.

Why is everything so warm?

"Close your eyes --"

Darkness.

--

She is twenty-one, and she is dying.

Surrounded by nothingness, she is in more pain than she has ever been in her life. Yet, somehow, she is detached from it. Has she lost something?

Flashes of blonde hair, blue eyes. Dirty black hair, angry dark eyes. Soft, red cheeks, fields of green. Hazel, everywhere, hazel.

She realizes she has lost everything.

There is a vague, persistent instinct that she cannot seem to react to. The urge to cry, perhaps. But the dead do not mourn, do they?

Nothingness, she decides, is cold.

She drifts. She does not know how long she is there, alone. She is used to this, at least. Loneliness.

She remembers what it feels like to fly.

And then there is light. It starts small, then spreads, spreads, spreads. It is warm, a familiar warm.

You are everything to me.

"Lily! Lily!"

Finally, she feels a sense of being. She is not used to it yet - humanity was so limiting, so material. But now she is everywhere and nowhere at all, at once nothing and everything.

"James."

She feels his essence intertwine with hers. Nothing has ever fit more perfectly.

"Lil, I'm so sorry. I... I failed, and Harry. Oh God, Harry --"

"James, no, there was nothing we could have done..."

If she still had a heart, she thinks, it would beat for James. No: it would still beat for James. From birth unto eternity - she had always been his.

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

"I'm here, James. I'm here."

Draco/Harry; HBP; When Draco is crying in the bathroom, instead of starting a fight Harry helps him cope.

Okay :D I've had this prompt in my head for a while, I really want to see it written! & dark is alright, lol.

Any way you can manage it without exceeding T. :)

This was so perfect! Sorry for responding so late, but wow, I LOVED this! This is just what I had in mind, and your writing is so good! Thanks so much :D

That's okay! You are so welcome, I'm really glad you love it. Thank you ♥

Remus/Sirius; AU, but how and when is up to you; Remus (after months/years) is revealed not to be the spy, now Sirius (and possibly the Potters) have to make it up to him.

Please note I'm not fluent in English, so I apologize for any mistake you might find there. It's also super short, and once again I'm sorry.

Harry stood there as Ron's best man, and he sighed. It was all he could do to prevent himself for crying, screaming or vomiting.
Ron and Hermione hadn't lost any time and had decided to marry the summer after Hermione finished Hogwarts. In the meantime, Harry had started both working as an Auror and a steady relationship with Ginny. Everything seemed to go well, except for the fact that Harry realized he was in love with his best friend the day she and Ron announced they would get married. And it was too late, wasn’t it?
So he stood there, supporting his male best friend while he was going to marry the girl of their dreams. Because Ron had supported him for years, and that was the least he could do, wasn’t it?
He just wished that for once, the phrase “We always realize things too late” wasn’t true.

I kind of focused on his thoughts about Draco's conflct (rather than Slytherins as a whole) and it got a bit philosophical on me. I hope it's still ok :)

-x-

Severus walks through the corridors, robes billowing and stern expression set on his face. First and second years will stop what they’re doing, even if it’s perfectly innocent, out of fear. Hardly anyone older will spare his presence a second thought. He sees older kids making fun of a younger boy, chucking some possession of his between them. The boy is close to tears and it tugs at a deep place inside of him, like it always does when he sees situations like this, different faces each time but they still remind him of his own little humiliations, his unwilling part in their games. He does nothing for the boy, his own problem never made better by meddling teachers, only worse. But he whacks the oldest boy, the most arrogant one, the instigator of all this no doubt, round the back of his head with a book he happens to be carrying. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t break his stride, he doesn’t look back to see the reaction of either but he knows that in a few minutes the kid’s life will go back to being a living hell. He wondered if any of the ones who played this game knew how much their petty actions could affect the lives of others. It was a self-indulgent thought but one he couldn’t help having. How different would his life have been if he’d been spared all the pain, all the regret.

Draco barges past him, panicked and hyperventilating. He smiles, not out of sadism in this boy’s pain but because it means something. Something he can relate to. Something that he feels every day before he can sleep, something that keeps him going even. It keeps his head above the metaphorical water that threatens to drown him, the fear and the bitterness. It shone out of Draco like a light burning inside him. The boy was out of his depth, having a different sort of game played with him, a cruel game he didn’t understand and it was being played with his life. He was scared of more than Severus though, his fear was more than one layer. Draco was terrified of Voldemort and death, that was true but was the shallower layer. Severus wasn’t scared of death, it wasn’t his life he clung onto. It was what was below that that sparked Severus’ own fire. As he watched Draco run into a bathroom he could see, as plain as day, what he was feeling because he felt it too. It was his goodness eating away at him, projecting itself in the forms of guilt and fear. Fear for his soul. Fear spilling out of both of their souls, struggling to fight the darkness tying to shroud them. Potter rushed past him, his motivation completely different, one of self-righteousness and no doubt ulterior motives. But he cast the perfect manifestation of why he refused to be consumed, why that spark of goodness would never extinguish. He didn’t know Draco’s reasoning but it was enough to know it was there, despite what people thought of him. No one would ever know their true selves; they would only see the worst not the best.

Edited 2011-08-07 19:15 (UTC)

Harry/Hermione. During their alone time camp adventures. Make it tantalizingly heartbreaking.

The first part is here (http://because-i-hope.livejournal.com/8037.html#cutid1)! Will post a link to the second part when I finish :)

Thanks! =D Yeah, I like to imagine that the trio made peace with Draco and some of their other school enemies. Maybe not befriended them, but at least learned to be civil.

Definitely. Just...try and start again. Not forget, but have a fresh start.

Seamus Finnegan; baby, you're a firework. c'mon, let your colors burst.

sarcasm and parody welcome and encouraged.

Lily/James or Tonks/Lupin.
"Doubt that the stars are fire;
Doubt that the sun doth move;
Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt I love." -Hamlet, Shakespeare

Harry/Luna
"you saw me when i was invisible."
from the princess diaries, if you were curious, lol.

Her eyes - dark today, ebony - are unforgiving, and Remus cannot help but think he deserves it.

"You left me, Remus."

He inhales sharply. That is the truth of it, and there is nothing he can do to change his actions. "I did it for you."

Dora laughs, harshly. In a rare fit of elegance she strides across the room. They are so close, chest to chest, her forehead nearly brushing his chin. Remus wants more than anything to hold her, but he is wary, knows better than to play with fire. In this moment, the Black blood that runs in her veins is undeniable: the haughty set of her chin, the cold fury, the disdain.

She has never been more beautiful.

"You never spared me a thought," Dora says, quietly. "Nor the baby. Admit it: this is all for you. Your self-pity. I can't stand by and indulge it any longer, Remus!"

She pauses, and as is his character he has not the words to soothe her. "I know you regret this," she continues, her voice barely more than a strained whisper. "I know - I know you feel shortchanged. I know you do not love me -"

He grips her shoulders suddenly, feeling mad, utterly mad. As he does when the wolf writhes under his skin, scratching and biting for release: he feels like he can explode, right then and there, in the tiny little room that was once Dora's nursery.

"Don't say that," he barks out. "Never say that."

He kisses her. Deeply, as if to imbibe her entire essence, weld it into his being. His life has been a long, long night, with stars - James, Sirius, Peter, Lily - that came and went with the turning of the Earth. But Dora, Dora was the North Star, a fixed point, his purpose, his direction, his life. His hand brushes her stomach gently, reverently - because this child, this child will be the Sun.

Perhaps this is why he ran - for once, his days will be flooded with brightness, and he has never known how to handle light's intensity. But, no more: Dora is warm and pliant under his lips, bubbling under his skin, dancing through his dreams.

He understands now that there is nowhere he can run to escape her.

Remus pulls back, only for the barest of moments.

"Never doubt that I love you."

Everyone and anyone, misuses of the Room of Requirement ;)

hooooollllyyyyyy shit i love this so much.
this is exactly the missing scene i had hoped for between them!
it was superb and beautiful and sdkrjgahldkgj.

i just really love you right now, lol.

I love love love the comparison he has with the people in his life and stars/light. It's just so incredibly perfect.

The roiling ocean reflected the twinkling stars and crescent moon in a wavy, distorted mirror image. Raised high above the tumultuous waters stood Shell Cottage, strong and safe. Sitting near the rocky cliff, Luna hugged her knees to her chest, admiring the celestial body for which she was named. The wind bit through her thin sweater, but she didn't mind so much; she could see her mother's smile in the stars, watching over her, making sure she felt warm inside.

"Luna?"

She couldn't help smiling slightly - Harry, of course. He was always worrying about others. Such a nice boy, even if his head was full of Wrackspurts and he thought she was slightly insane. Then again, who didn't?

Then he was crouching beside her, voice low and concerned as he asked, "What are you doing out here? It's midnight - you'll freeze." His hand touched her shoulder hesitantly, wanting to guide her back inside but fearful of being too forceful with her. "Come back inside. You've been through a lot these past few months - you need sleep."

But she didn't budge, continuing to stare at the smile in the sky, wondering suddenly where her other parent must be. It had been so long since she had seen him. The Death Eaters had seen to that. And she'd been so looking forward to spending the winter holidays with him . . .

"Harry," she said suddenly, voice still dreamy despite the severity of her question. "You've seen daddy, haven't you?"

"Er . . . Yes."

The hesitation. Hesitation was bad, wasn't it?

"Is he alright?"

"I . . . I think so. He made a deal with some Death Eaters, but . . . we made sure they saw me before we Disapparated. So they know he wasn't lying - they shouldn't hurt him. I'm sure he's fine."

Uncertainty oozed from every syllable. Her chest constricted at the thought of what those awful people might be doing to her daddy - would they hurt him like that crazy (truly, madly, terribly insane) woman had hurt her? Oh, but she couldn't let Harry see her upset - he was trying to comfort her, after all. No, worrying him simply wouldn't do.

So she smiled at him, hiding behind her blissful, delirious nature. "I'm sure you're right. Thank you."

Rising to her feet, she turned to head back toward Shell Cottage. Harry caught her wrist however, pulling her toward him. In the next instant he was hugging her tightly to his chest and she could no longer hide her fear, weeping openly. They stood embracing like that for a long moment, Luna's body shaking with sobs as Harry gently rubbed her back, not saying a word. There was nothing to say.

Sniffling and wiping tears from her cheeks, Luna turned her wide, silver eyes up at him. "H-how did you kn-know?"

"Oh, just your expression," he said softly, repeating her words from so many months ago with a sad smile.

She lit up in recognition, unable to restrain a watery smile. It seemed she wasn't the only one who could see through disguises.

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Not sure if this is what you were looking for, but I love Harry/Luna so I had to take a stab at it. :3

oh, this was absolutely lovely! i always like to think they had a nice private moment at shell cottage, and you wrote luna so well!
i also love how you incorporated the prompt!
sxoidfhjzpdfiugh i just want to give you a cookie <3

George/Padma, post war.

I'm no savior, but I tried to save you.

Aww, I'm glad you liked it! :) It was my first go at Remus/Tonks, so I'm pleased I managed something nice. :D

I LOVE THIS.

"Never doubt that I love you."
YESSSSS. God he loved her so much *sigh*

Glad you enjoyed it :)

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