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mondmagique 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.
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! :)
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Date: 2011-08-08 02:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-08 03:40 pm (UTC)♥
Re: It Is The East, G, Remus/Tonks
Date: 2011-08-08 03:56 pm (UTC)Never been a Remus/Tonks fan, but now I crave more. I blame you and your writing skills ;)
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Date: 2011-08-08 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-08 10:05 pm (UTC)Re: It Is The East, G, Remus/Tonks
Date: 2011-08-08 10:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-09 01:34 pm (UTC)tunes that tie us together (t, with triggers for war-related ptsd) (1/2)
Date: 2011-08-09 04:28 pm (UTC)"Heeeello," a voice says. Though clipped in tone, George senses her worry in the way her tongue paradoxically holds onto the word. "Do you want a cup of tea? I - I can help... I can get one for you."
George doesn't look up right away, just nods. After one minute (or two, or three, or... he loses count), she's sitting beside him.
He grabs the cup and is careful to not tighten his grasp. There's so much fury, sadness pulsing through his veins that he's afraid of breaking the bloody paper instrument.
It's one of the twins, he gathers, staring at the person standing in front of him patiently. Something in his chest burns at the word. Twins. His other half.. his other half no longer. He stops thinking, because it's all that he can manage and is now trying to get a better look of her face. He can't see her properly, everything is blurred. He blinks and then there's plenty of blue on her dusty uniform. It's the Ravenclaw one, the less giggly of the pair.
"Padma," he pronounces. Then he plays with the name in his mouth. He doesn't know if she can hear him, because all he hears are whispers and faint cries in the background and his sobbing mother's heaving shoulders. His muttering is nothing more than a quick, temporary remedy to suppress a lasting heartache. He doesn't smile - it feels too early, so today continues like yesterday. He sits here, his eyes downcast. He can't bare to see it again -
The Great Hall. His pensieve - a fountain that gave birth to brilliant ideas for Weasleys Wizard Wheezes and had been the centre - the heart - of his entire time here. But now it'd serve as nothing more than a constant reminder of a madman's half-triumph (Volde - Voldemort... had destroyed their spirit, is there anything more to steal?); there is nothing here that doesn't prompt a silly, melodramatic prank that Fred suggested once upon a time.
This stranger grazes his wrist with her long fingers and holds his hand in hers. And suddenly, it doesn't matter that the most he's ever said to her was a "Hello" at a DA meeting for her touch is warm and comforting.
vi.
He doesn't see her again until November when he bumps into her at a Ministry event (he makes the effort to not Owl her like he promised he would; all she sees in him are ghosts and he hates that). They are here to be declared war heroes, to be photographed by The Daily Prophet once they're given badges with stupid, unnecessary titles and shiny medals he swears that his best mate would've poked fun at. Truth be told, George finds nothing heroic in celebrating deaths: though the Dark Side lost, he did not come out a winner on the other end either.
As he steps off the red, gaudily decorated podium, she's gripping him by his collar. Leading him to the empty hallway. From the outside, he can still hear cheering and applause.
Folding her arms, her brows are knitted. "George, have you slept?"
"Merlin, who told you that?" he snaps. With only one question, he sounds like Ron - sarcastic and defensive when he doesn't need to be. Correcting himself, he knows that his mother taught them better manners than this.
Did the war make him forget his etiquette too?
"At all?" she asks, not even wincing.
"I'm sorry," he mumbles. "I'm just... it's... I haven't slept properly in I don't know when and I'm exhausted and I don't - do not - want to be here! I - I don't remember doing anything. Anything in the war, I just - " When he trails off, she knows better than to question; he's all out of words to utter.
She firmly instructs him that he needs to sleep. He follows her to the Atrium where a couch appears. Her lips are moving inaudibly (an incantation he's never learnt before; lessons with Flitwick had been his playground). Drowsiness begins to tug at his sleeves and through his chest, but before it dawns on him that a charm is at work, he's sound asleep.
v.
Padma sits there, brushing his red hair aside. His temple is hot and it worries her that he didn't even realise that he was feverish.
tunes that tie us together (t, with triggers for war-related ptsd) (2/2)
Date: 2011-08-09 04:29 pm (UTC)iv.
She sends Molly messages everyday, asking her if Georgeisallright, ifGeorgeisgettingbetter and though she knows that she's foolish to expect more, she can't help but hope. After all, what is there left for her, for... them?
In the following year, the Weasley matriarch finally answers yes.
iii.
Springtime: she's missed it and it feel as though she's waited for forever. When it arrives, she tells herself that she can't wish for things. Not too much or else she'll be disappointed.
When the door opens, George Weasley is rushing into the cafe - twenty minutes late - and he brightens up at the sight of her and the corners of his mouth drift upwards.
"I got lost, the university is huge." Sitting down across from her, he observes her pretty face. Pity he has never noticed how delicate her features are. He looks at her hand, she's stirring a purple drink. What is it exactly? Aside from her preferences in beverages, it strikes him that he does not know anything about her. He's never asked her about her life. Their exchanges have always revolved around her giving him tea and bread, especially during that dreadful week at school when the students, staff and parents gathered together in the Great Hall to clean up the remains and the skeleton of Hogwarts. "How are you?"
She opens her mouth, shuts it with hesitation. Her head is tilted sideways. Her fingers are making an upward movement, drawing small ticks in the air as she tells him about a) her sister, who's giggling behind the counter (see? there she is), but cries at night thinking about flicks of green light, b) her parents' discussions, involving plans to uproot outside of Great Britain and c) herself? She's doing quite fine, thank you for your concern.
Knowing that she saw her friends - her near family - murdered, she doesn't see any tears.
Maybe she's the type of person who compartmentalizes, he thinks jealously. Maybe.
They meet on a weekly basis, in different restaurants and coffee shops every Thursday afternoon.
Padma believes that if everything in the world changes, they should follow suit. (His favourite location is by the seaside, because her laugh rivals that of the waves.) By the fourth month, she's sobbing. He listens in return, because nobody can bottle up that much inside and not share.
It'll kill her, almost as it had done to him.
ii.
And of all the people who are meant to help him, she certainly isn't supposed to be his saviour. Then again, normality hasn't been his friend for his last five lifetimes.
i.
Every time George sees Padma, he greets her with a hug and a peck on her temple. When he accidentally plants his lips on hers during one summer, she frowns at how unapologetic he seems!
She steps back at first. Staring at him with an indecipherable look. But soon, oh but not too soon, her hand is on his collar (she does this a lot); with her voice sharp as a needle, she leans forward and tells him, "Good, because I like you. Very much."
He smirks at the fact that she doesn't say any fancy words (isn't her house famous for those?), merely this.
But who's complaining? It's plenty enough to give you this fluttering sensation in your stomach and it's plenty enough to make him kiss her again.
This time he feels her grin.
FIN.
Re: tunes that tie us together (t, with triggers for war-related ptsd) (2/2)
Date: 2011-08-09 04:42 pm (UTC)I also love how you led us through some points of George grieving Fred. It's hard to read that (never getting over it), but it must also be hard to write. It's great to see just telling signs without going overboard with the explanation.
Thanks for linking me to this! :D
Re: tunes that tie us together (t, with triggers for war-related ptsd) (2/2)
Date: 2011-08-09 04:53 pm (UTC)I've never thought of them together either, but the prompt was so lovely, I couldn't resist! I definitely think that the twins thing would connect the two together.
Ahh thank you, that's very sweet. It actually broke my heart to revisit how George might be after his brother"s death!
You're welcome! ♥
Re: tunes that tie us together (t, with triggers for war-related ptsd) (2/2)
Date: 2011-08-09 05:07 pm (UTC)Re: Ron/Hermione - Post DH.
Date: 2011-08-09 05:36 pm (UTC)Re: tunes that tie us together (t, with triggers for war-related ptsd) (2/2)
Date: 2011-08-09 05:41 pm (UTC)Re: Ron/Hermione - Post DH.
Date: 2011-08-09 05:48 pm (UTC)Re: Another Day Of This (Severus Snape; during HBP; rated G)
Date: 2011-08-10 12:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-10 12:58 am (UTC)Re: Another Day Of This (Severus Snape; during HBP; rated G)
Date: 2011-08-10 01:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-10 01:30 am (UTC)Re: Another Day Of This (Severus Snape; during HBP; rated G)
Date: 2011-08-10 11:50 am (UTC)Re: Another Day Of This (Severus Snape; during HBP; rated G)
Date: 2011-08-10 11:55 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-10 06:04 pm (UTC)Also I would love it even more if it's based off the lyrics to Tonight Tonight by Hot Chelle Rae (http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/hotchellerae/tonighttonight.html).
The World Doesn't Matter (2/2), Harry/Hermione, Post DH, T
Date: 2011-08-11 12:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-11 01:16 am (UTC)Re: tunes that tie us together (t, with triggers for war-related ptsd) (2/2)
Date: 2011-08-11 04:18 am (UTC)♥