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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 4:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 12:29 pm
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Title: Blink and you'll miss it...
Author: Shi-koi
Rating: PG-13 aka T aka Teen
Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho / Harry Potter
Status: Oneshot, Complete.
Wordcount: 1722
Pairings: None
Main characters: Hiei, Harry
Summary: A moment in a demon bar. Nothing new there, eh?
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There was never anything interesting around, Hiei mused, and drinking alone was boring as hell. The only reason he'd come here tonight was to wind down after a thirty-six hour mission had run into overtime, lasting nearly a week. A week of having to stand that damn Urameshi and the oaf. The fox wasn't so bad, but he'd never admit it out loud. At least he knew when to give Hiei his privacy.
Then he'd caught wind of a rumor, of a human child no less, making regular trips into the Makai. He was apparently a well-kept secret from Koenma, and the demons guarded the secret of his presence fiercely. Most likely because he brought plenty of rumors from the Ningenkai, the much coveted human realm with him, not to mention a full purse.
Hiei idly scanned the minds of the bars' inhabitants as he drank himself into a stupor, odd thoughts worth nothing being filtered out.
Then he brushed across a slippery barrier and found himself intrigued. He prodded the mind slowly, gently, with the ease of long practice, mildly startled to find himself sliding behind the other's barriers.
So this was the human child.
Scenes of odd sorcery and spells, fights and boring lectures drifted aimlessly in the child...no, boy-wizard's mind.
Hiei sat up a bit, prodding the other's thoughts further when a mild pulse made him stop and blink.
*I may not be able to shield my mind properly,* came a dry whisper of a thought, *but I know enough to be able to sense when my mind is being invaded.*
Hiei paused, pulling back slightly before mentally shrugging and diving back into the boy-wizard's mind.
//You...can sense me?//
Hiei could feel the amusement colouring the other's thoughts.
*Duh! As if that weren't obvious.* There was a moment of silence, the boy in the bar taking a drink, the golden liquid in his glass sloshing as he dropped it heavily and sighed. *You a demon then?*
It wasn't really a question, Hiei knew, even though it sounded like one, more likely the boy just wanted to confirm it to himself. After all, he was drinking in what was primarily a demon bar. Hiei answered anyway. //Yes.//
*Cool. So, what kind are you? 'Cos, y'know, I haven't heard of many telepathic demons.* The boy snickered at that, and Hiei could feel the vibrations echoing inside his head.
//Yes, I'm sure you've been around so many of us.// Hiei sent back, his tone dripping with sarcasm. The boy-wizard seemed to find that funny, although with the amount of alcohol the boy had imbibed, Hiei was sure he would have found almost anything funny.
*You still didn't answer me.*
Hiei cocked his head to one side, studying the boy. From where he was sitting the boy couldn't see him, but he had a good view of the boy's back, shaggy black hair and all. From all appearances, the boy seemed sluggish, half-drunk and no more than twelve or thirteen years old.
The baggy old tee-shirt and worn blue jeans didn't really help with the impression either. He looked like he'd 'borrowed' an older sibling's clothes and snuck out.
*I'm not, you know.* This thought was tinged with annoyance, and Hiei realised he was drunk enough to have let his thoughts leak out. *I'm seventeen.* The boy paused, a feeling of utter disgust shadowing his thoughts, *And I don't have any siblings...or parents.*
*And anyway, what's it matter to you how old I look? I'm old enough to hold my own in here and get a drink.*
Hiei snorted, finishing off his own drink. He left the glass where it was and wound his way to the bar with an uncharacteristic lack of speed, using the time to observe the boy half draped over the bar.
The boy-wizard had a point. Unlike bars and establishments in the Ningenkai, here any weakness was exploited. Hiei had scanned enough minds to see how the boy had treated any potential threats. Hiei had to admire his tenacity if not his sheer viciousness.
It had taken him less than ten minutes to make a statement out of the three demons who'd dared to attack him the first time he'd come here, and he left the remains of two of them, and one gibbering idiot on the floor.
The boy had what it took to be accepted. If not carefully avoided.
But he was nowhere near as strong as Hiei.
*Like I care.* The thought drifted lazily in the air between them, an unconscious sending which Hiei had apparently plucked out of the boy's mind.
*Harry.* The boy sent then. *I do have a name you know, and I get the whole 'boy' thing often enough at the Dursleys.* A flash of images went though the boy-wizard's head, and Hiei conceded the point with a shrug.
Hiei reached the bar, shoving a large, drunk, and completely passed out demon onto the floor hard enough for his horns to impact and pierce the coarse wooden flooring, before hopping onto one of the barstools. He waved the barstaff over with a flick of his fingers, ordering his usual, stomach-stripping drink. Then he ordered another one and pushed it in front of the wizard.
//Here.// He said, elbowing Harry.
Harry sat up, blinking a few times before squinting. He fumbled around his shirt for a moment before pulling out a horrible pair of black glasses. Then he laughed...or rather, snickered quietly. "I can't believe you. You barely look fifteen!"
Hiei glared. "And you look twelve."
Harry made a face at him before picking up the shot glass in front of him. "What's this?"
"A drink."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I can see that. But demons don't normally do thing for others unless they get something back."
Hiei shrugged. "I was being nice, you buy the next three rounds."
"Figures." Harry threw back the glass, swallowing it in one go. Then he coughed. Tears came to his eyes and he found himself gasping for air. "s**t!" He choked out. "You b*****d! What the hell was that?!"
The spiky-haired demon smirked. “It's not my fault you couldn't handle it,” he said smugly, downing his own drink.
Harry's eyes narrowed. “Oh yeah, just you watch.” He turned to the bar staff. “Oi, another round of the same!”
Hiei tried to stop his mouth from twitching. “Heh. Like you could possibly keep up with me.”
“Wanna bet on that, porcupine?” Harry snarled, his courage bolstered by the alcohol.
Hiei's crimson eyes flashed at the challenge. “It's your funeral.” He lined up their two drinks and motioned for the bottle from the bar staff.
“Cheers,” Harry toasted, and he gulped the drink down a shade slower than Hiei, grimacing a bit at the burning sensation. “'Nother.” Harry said, his voice beginning to slur.
Hiei poured another set, and they both downed them.
“...'Nother” Harry insisted, then again, and again.
Hiei was starting to go cross-eyed when Harry slid from the barstool onto two very wobbly legs.
“Need t'use toilet...” Harry slurred slowly, trying to stand upright. Hiei laughed at him, still holding his own empty glass.
A handful of minutes later Harry was making his way unsteadily back to the bar when two rough-looking demons stepped into his path, grinning darkly at him.
Harry frowned, he'd been getting snide comments from them for a while, but they'd never dared to do anything while he'd been sober. “Ge'outta my way.” Harry waved broadly to make his point.
One of the demon's laughed. “No way, brat. We've been waiting a long time to get rid of your human a**.”
The other demon smirked. “Yeah. You think you're so powerful and high and mighty, but you ain't nothing really.”
Harry slowly started to smile, and Hiei leant back against the bar to watch the proceedings interestedly. He hadn't felt any fear from the wizard, just frustration, then a darkish glee.
“You're makin' a big m'stake.” Harry warned, yawning as he stood there swaying. He snickered suddenly. “Well,” he said, “you cowardly little shits afraid to attack me after those big w'rds?” Harry ignored the fact that both demons looked strong and big enough to crush him easily.
The first demon bellowed and charged the few steps to Harry's position, closely followed by the second demon.
Harry smiled, and held up one hand.
Both demons froze, and started to panic.
Harry's smile turned into a vicious parody of itself. “You are stupid, aren't you? Just 'cos I've b'n drinking doesn't mean I'm not as fu**ing dangerous!” The air around the small wizard whipped into a frenzy and Harry screamed into it. There was a flash of bright light and when the wind died down Harry was standing over a pile of bloody flesh, panting heavily and covered in blood.
“Well. Can't say 'Accidental Magic' has ever been hard for me.” Harry said, speaking as slowly as he could. He made his way back to the bar and poured himself another drink before knocking it back, then he shook himself off. He ordered another bottle and stumbled away from the bar. Just as he reached the door he turned to the demon watching him.
*Coming?* Harry asked, taking a swig from the bottle. *This place isn't as fr'ndly as it was bf're.”
Hiei shrugged and followed the wizard. This was more fun than he'd hoped for.
Outside the bar Harry paused and passed the bottle to Hiei. “Hang on,” he mumbled, digging through the pockets of the immensely oversized jeans. “A-hah! Foun' it. Knew I 'ad it in here somewhere.” He opened his palm to show a tiny broomstick on a black chain.
“Uh, hold on.”
Hiei rolled his eyes.
After a few moments of Harry mumbling under his breath and passing his hand over the broomstick, he suddenly yelped as the tiny broomstick suddenly returned to it's normal size. Harry straddled it with ease despite his drunken state. “Hop on,” he said to Hiei, who stared warily at the broom. Eventually he decided 'what the hell' and jumped on, knowing that he'd have one hell of a story to tell the fox.
Maybe.
Secrets were good to have, after all.
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I have this posted on my brand new fanfiction-only LiveJournal, but I wanted to share it here. One of my longer ones lives there too.
Hope you liked it.
~Shi-koi~
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2008 12:31 pm
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Title: Theories: Beast of Burden
Author: Shi-koi
Series: Theories #1.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Harry Potter / Yu Yu Hakusho
Status: Oneshot, Complete.
Wordcount: 1485
Pairings: None
Main characters: Kuwabara Shizuru, Remus Lupin
Summary: First in the 'Theories' series. In which Remus meets a very unique woman, and Shizuru is her usual self. *COMPLETE*
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She had that feeling again. The dull ache in her stomach, dry mouth and shaky hands. Either that or she needed a smoke, bad.
Shizuru frowned, clenching and unclenching her hands, her younger brother had no cases with Urameshi, but if that was true, then why was she getting one of her 'feelings' now? She sighed, pushing her long brown hair out of the way with one hand as the other dug in her pockets for her smokes.
She flicked out a cigarette out of the packet with the ease of long habit, tucking the box away in her jeans before lighting it and taking a long drag, savouring the feeling of the nicotine filling her lungs with the smoke.
Taking a quick glance around the empty apartment, Shizuru shrugged, grabbing her coat and leaving to the local park, she had hours to kill before Kazuma came home.
Two cigarettes later Shizuru finally acknowledged that the odd feeling was something serious. It just wasn't going away. She gave an absent greeting to a few of the kids who recognised her from her daily trips through the park, stopping to sit on a nearby bench to watch them play.
Shizuru hadn't been there for half an hour before a prickling on the back of her neck had her turning around surreptitiously, using the excuse of moving her long honey-brown hair out of her face to take a quick look behind her.
Someone was there, but they weren't watching her. A tallish man with grey-brown hair stumbled awkwardly out of the trees, holding his right shoulder awkwardly, his chest rising and falling in quick pants. He gave the area a quick once-over before wincing and straightening his back, hurrying away.
Shizuru narrowed her eyes, watching him carefully, but no-one followed him. She was about to dismiss him when that feeling came back full force. She knew that the man was hurt somehow, she'd patched up her idiot brother after missions enough times to be able to recognise the signs, but she really didn't need to deal with something like this right now.
Cursing herself for being a fool, Shizuru stubbed out her smoke on the pavement, shoved her hands into the warmth of her coat and followed the man at a discreet distance, he was just too wary for her to get close.
The man led her through a merry chase through the streets, ducking down alleys and through the small back spaces between the shops, before Shizuru found herself falling back when they moved closer to a residential area, not wanting herself to be seen.
When the man stopped at a normal-seeming house and went inside Shizuru lit up another cigarette and leant against an available wall, waiting to see if the feeling would let her leave and go home. When the ache didn't abate, she rubbed her forehead and prepared herself for a long wait.
Fifteen minutes later the man left again, looking to be in an even worse condition. His dark slacks were scuffed and the old brown coat he wore hung off one side lopsidedly. Shizuru found herself frowning again, the poor man looked like he'd been thrown around.
She watched as he straightened himself out slowly, moving as though his very bones hurt, the wave of pain emanating from his slim frame virtually tangible on the mid-morning breeze, at least, for someone as spiritually aware as she happened to be.
Shizuru grimaced and started following him again, keeping her distance.
Less than three blocks away from the house Shizuru found herself freezing, warning bells setting off every nerve in her body. She pressed herself against the nearest wall, almost completely out of sight. A few seconds later a series of loud 'pop's were heard and six figures in odd black dress-type things suddenly surrounded the man.
Shizuru's eyes widened at the auras of malice that filled the air. The man seemed just as affected, lowering himself into a defensive crouch and pulling an odd stick out from his sleeve, just like the ones in the hands of the black-robed assailants.
Words shot back and forth between the person Shizuru supposed was in charge of the new people and the man she'd been trailing, but she couldn't understand what they were saying. It was not Japanese, and she'd never been that good with languages.
The black-robed man, (it was a man from his voice), gestured to the man she'd trailed, his voice hard and demanding. The slim grey haired male shook his head angrily, one hand waving wildly, the hand with the stick in it pointed firmly towards the other black-dressed man.
The man in black seemed to lose patience, and the grey-haired male snarled wordlessly, ducking the sudden yellow light that shot out of the other's stick.
Shizuru found herself holding her breath. Whatever that light had been it hadn't been nice. She could still feel the sickly aura that surrounded the light.
Something tugged at her, telling her that the man she'd been following was in serious trouble. With a groan, Shizuru wondered for a moment if being a hero was contagious, since she seemed to have caught the bug from her baby brother.
Shizuru sighed, walking forward towards the group. The man in black looked at her, saying something to the others. The grey haired man spinning round to look at her, his eyes wide with fear. He shouted something in that language, gesturing wildly for her to get away.
Shizuru ignored him, stopping a mere meter away from him, bringing out another cigarette from her pocket and lighting it.
“So.” She said, in her usual, casual manner, “What's so interesting 'bout him?” Shizuru waved one empty hand towards the man in the centre of the almost-circle.
The man in black frowned, aiming his stick at himself and saying something, an odd white-pink light shooting from it and hitting him softly.
“Get away from here muggle.” He said coldly.
Shizuru blinked. “See, I've lived here for a while, and I've been called all sorts of things...but muggle?” she shook her head, “That's new.”
The man in black aimed his stick at her, and Shizuru knew a threat when she saw one.
“I wouldn't aim that thing at me,” she said, flicking off some ash from her cigarette.
One of the other figures said something and two other sticks were suddenly aimed at her, the other three still aimed at the man in the middle. The man in black said something, waving the stick in a small pattern. Her instincts screamed at her, and Shizuru trusted them implicitly, ducking to the side and charging forward, knocking out one figure with a well-placed punch, and sweeping round to kick another one into the same state.
If knocking out demons had been easy, this was nothing.
She heard bone crunch as her elbow went directly into the centre of another black-clad figure, and Shizuru vaguely noticed the grey-haired male shooting out a coloured light from his stick at another figure, the target dropping like a stone.
The man in black suddenly disappeared with another pop, leaving Shizuru breathless in between three downed bodies, the last one falling to the other male.
Shizuru straightened her back, going to take another drag on her cigarette before twitching when she realised that at some point the thing had been squashed, leaving her with just the butt in her fingers. She snarled, kicking at the downed bodies viciously.
“That was my damn smoke you bastards!” She shook her fist at them, not caring that they couldn't see her. A choked gasp met her ears and she turned to see the man coughing? Laughing? His eyes alight with mirth, undisguised relief buoying his feeling.
Shizuru stepped closer, looking him over. He wasn't too bad-looking as foreigners went, and that look of old sorrow in her eyes kinda reminded her of her kids, well, her brother's friends at least.
She stuck her hand out in a distinctly male fashion. “Kuwabara Shizuru.”
The man blinked looking at her hand before tentatively placing his own in hers and shaking it. “Lupin Remus.” he said in a soft voice.
“Well, see ya round.” Shizuru said, turning and giving him a half wave over her shoulder as she walked away. She reached into her pocket for her cigarettes before realising that she'd just lost her last one. A curse filled the air as she crumpled the empty packet and threw it into a bin as she passed by.
Great, now she'd have to make a trip to the shops as well. Mind you, following a cute guy for over two hours wasn't really that bad, and he did have a nice voice.
Pity she'd never see him again. And she really needed another smoke.
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2008 4:07 am
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Disclaimer: Not Mine. I do not proclaim possession of any of the names mentioned. So please, do not Sue. I got nothing that you want anyway.
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It was a clear night. Silvery moonlight reflected on the lake's surface at the grounds of Hogwarts. There was a slight cold autumn breeze rushing through the thick forest behind the massive lake. It was truly a beautiful night. And if you narrowed your eyes, you might've spotted a young man, sitting at the edge of the lake and peering into it's deep depths.
This was Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived To Defeat The Dark Lord Voldemort. He was eighteen now, and had been so for the past three months. If you asked him why he was here.. Well, I don't think you would've gotten a proper response.
Perhaps he was just here to look at the grounds of the school he had attended but two years ago? Perhaps he was just enjoying the view? Just taking a relaxing walk in the moonlight, remembering the good times? No. That was not it. Harry was here simply to memorize. To remember the people who had been lost over the course of the war with the Dark Lord.
The first Harry remembered were the deaths that started all of this. The death of his parents, Lily and James Potter. He had never gotten to know them, since they were killed by Voldemort, the 31st of October. That was seventeen years ago now. Harry had been told so many amazing things about his father. A kind, brave man, who loved his son and wife with all of his heart. A true, just and loyal Gryffindor. A man, that Harry had heard more times than Harry could count, that he was very similar to. His mother, a kind, loving, intelligent woman. A fierce red head. Quite like the woman he himself had fallen in love with. His taste was like his father in that area, he guessed. But Harry had always been very proud when he heard he had his mother's eyes. For some reason, he found himself at his proudest when people talked about his mother.
Someone else's memory that Harry would always remember was Cedric Diggory. He was one of the first victims of the second war with the Dark Lord Voldemort. Cedric Diggory had been a seventh year Hufflepuff when Harry attended his fourth year at Hogwarts. Cedric had been one of the two Wizarding Champions from Hogwarts, the second being Harry himself. At the third task, Harry had suggested that they'd take the cup together, it would be a victory for Hogwarts either way, after all. And for that, Harry would forever feel guilty. The cup had been a portkey, and led them straight to a Graveyard where Cedric had been killed. Sure, Harry had brought back his body like Cedric wished for, but he would always feel at least a little guilty. Not even time could rid him of that guilt.
The death at the end of Harry's fifth year was one of the deaths Harry would hold closest to his heart. He didn't believe time would ever get rid of the feeling of loss for Sirius Black, his dear Godfather. Another death that Harry felt guilty for. At the OWL's exam in History of Magic, Harry had a vision sent to him by Voldemort. He believed that his Godfather was being tortured. So being the Gryffindor that he was, he rushed towards the Department of Mysteries, bringing Hermione, Ron, Neville, Ginny and Luna with him. They found a prophecy about him and Voldemort, and Harry brought it from the shelf. This caused the several Death Eater's that had been hiding to come forth to attack them. They were saved by the Order of the Phoenix. While there, Sirius and Bellatrix Lestrange fought. Of course, Sirius, always the prankster, had to start laughing in the duel. He had no way of seeing that curse coming from Bellatrix. His smile never quite left his face as he fell down behind the curtains of the veil...
Harry felt something wet run down his cheek. Was it raining? No.. There were no clouds in the sky. That meant that he was crying. He hadn't done that for a long time now. It comforted him slightly. That he was still able to do such a mundane, human thing such as crying. Harry let a small, sad smile appear on his now tear streaked face.
Albus Dumbledore. His headmaster had always been a role model, a grandfatherly figure to Harry. He'd always helped him, even beyond his death, he had helped him. Albus had brought Harry with him to find one of Voldemort's Horcruxes. This had nearly killed the man. And to discover later that it had been fake... After they had returned, Hogwarts was under attack. Albus talked to Draco, and the blond had no intentions of killing him after awhile. He didn't have it in him. So Severus Snape had uttered those tragic words, and Albus's body had fell down from the tower. Harry had been furious with Severus. Oh, how he had hated the man.. Only to later find out that Albus had been dying.
Then we had Hedwig. Killed in her own cage, while Harry was trying to leave Privet Drive, a while before he became seventeen. Hedwig's death had been a huge blow to Harry. After all, the owl had been a faithful companion since he was introduced to the Wizarding World. The snowy white owl would always hold a special place in Harry's heart.
When they had arrived at the Burrow, they had been waiting in tension. Nearly none of the people that should be there had arrived. But one after another, people had started coming. But then, they were struck with another piece of tragic news. George Weasley had lost an ear, and Alastor "Mad Eye" Moody had passed on in combat against Death Eaters. Harry might not have known the paranoid old ex-Auror very well, but he had liked the man.
Several more tears slipped down his cheeks as he remembered his mentor, owl and friend.
Then there was Dobby. Dobby, the house elf that Harry had free'd at the end of his second year, from the Malfoy's abuse. Dobby had repaid the favor by freeing Harry and his friends from the Malfoy Manor's dungeons. He could still see Dobby's tiny form lying there, with a knife that was meant for Harry in his small chest.
Fred Weasley. He still could not get the image of Fred lying there, with a smile etched into his face. Also, he would never forget the forlorn look on George during Fred's funeral. He doubted that the man would ever overcome the loss of his twin. It was rather ironic. Fred and George had always had a huge, mischievous smile on their faces, they had lived to make other people smile, they created a joke shop so that they could still manage to bring a smile on other people's faces, and Fred had died with a smile on his face. Harry had to wonder what George would do now. A year after, he had yet to re-open the shop. Harry wondered whether he would open it again. Well, only time would tell.
Two of the most tragic deaths that had occured during the second war was the death's of Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin. They've just gotten a son, Ted Lupin. He'd inherited his mother's gift instead of his father's curse. They'd died in the battle at Hogwarts. Harry hadn't seen them die with his own eyes, however, he saw them lying next to each other beside Fred.. He had known, he's simply known that they'd been dead. And so, a wonderful, clumsy Auror, and her husband, the last of the marauders had ceased to be.
Lastly, there was Severus Snape. Probably one of the greatest and bravest men that had fought in the war. He had allowed everyone to believe that he was on the Dark side, when he in fact, had been on the Light. How he had managed that without anyone but he and a dead man knowing, Harry could only guess. He had been killed by Nagini, Voldemort's snake, because the Dark Lord thought that he was the one that was the master of the wand. He had been killed, for no reason, since it wasn't Severus that had been the master, but Harry himself. The man had given Harry his memories with his last breath, and Harry had viewed them in a pensive. He saw some of the conversations between Severus and Albus. That was when he found out which side Severus had really been on. More shocking however was the man's memories about his mother, and his feelings for her. It was then that Harry realized another reason why Severus had always hated his father, and himself. His father got the one thing that Severus desired above all else in the world. Harry's mother. And he hated Harry for being the proof of their union. And yet, he had always protected him in honor to Lily.
Harry buried his head in his arms and for the first time really cried for the death's that had occured during the war. The names of several others crossed his mind, but it was there people that held his thoughts the most. While he was the hero of so many, they were his heroes. They were the people he looked up the, admired. All of them.
The stars twinkled down at the green eyed young man... No. At the green eyed young child beside the lake. For now, in the pale moonlight shine, Harry was reduced to the small, naive young boy he had been before he entered Hogwarts. Before he was forced to grow up. Before he was pushed into war. And there was one reason why Harry was reduced to tears this particular night.
Because today, it was exactly seventeen years since it all started.
Today was All Hallows Eve. The day to memorize those that had been lost. The day to remember those you love that had passed on. The day, where you honor the dead souls of the people you admire.
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A/N: Just a little something I thought up for Halloween. It's quite late posted, but I did post it on ff.net on the 1st of November. This story is dedicated to the Haven in general. After all, I got the idea from the "In Memorium" thread we had on here a while ago. Though it seems to have died. The story is also dedicated to the dead Harry Potter characters. Though I haven't mentioned them all, I tried to take the ones that was most memorable. Please, do tell me if there's anyone you want me to add, and I'll do it.
Also, if you see any mistakes, please inform me so that I can correct them. Please, do tell me what you think~~! ^^ |
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Posted: Wed May 07, 2008 4:24 pm
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My fanfiction is pretty long, though broken into reasonable chapter sizes. It's the Marauders, not the Trio's generation. I've already been posting them other places, but I figured I give it a chance here and if anyone likes it, let me know and I can send you a link, or if Fangs wants to give it its own thread, that would be fine, too. (Is is okay that I just shortened your name without ever meeting you? Sorry.)
Rating: This one's probably G, no more than PG, certainly, but later on it gets PG-13 for various reasons. If I get my own thread, I'll call the entire thing PG-13 just to be on the safe side.
Oh yeah, and Disclaimer: I didn't make up these characters, they don't belong to me, I have no right to blah blah blah...
I Solemnly Swear That I am Up to No Good…
Part 1: The Plan
Remus sat firmly on top of his trunk, wishing once again that his friends would be reasonable. They were never reasonable.
His trunk gave a sharp thud, and he could hear the poor creature inside scratching to be let out.
"Ooph," grimaced Sirius, pretending not to enjoy Remus' misery. "I hope you took everything out of that trunk!"
"Anything you wanted to keep, anyways," chimed Peter.
"Did I mention I really don't think you should be doing this?" Remus asked for the third time that night.
"Yes," sighed James. "Which is why you're doing it."
"I really more of had no one doing it in mind."
"Sorry, Remus," said Sirius. "We can't have a Prefect for a roommate and not take advantage of the situation!"
"That would be senseless," agreed James.
"Absolutely mad," said Peter.
"I'm a bit concerned for the badger," said Remus.
"Don't worry about him," said Sirius. "He likes it."
"It's not a badger, anyway," said James. "It's a Transfigured dishtowel."
"It looked like a badger to me, when I was putting him in there," said Peter. "Bit and scratched like a badger, too."
"It's almost sad that you know what a badger bites like," joked Sirius. "Almost."
"So," said James, bringing everyone back to task. "When the banquet starts, Sirius and I will be in the Great Hall, sitting next to Lily."
"Oh, don't get her involved in this!" begged Remus. "She's nice!"
"Yeah, she's also our second Prefect, and therefore the perfect alibi." James had planned every second of this, their greatest prank to date, and was not going to let anything spoil it. "So do you and Peter remember your positions?"
"I'm outside Slytherin, waiting for Sirius's cousin," Peter recited.
The trunk gave another lurch. "I don't want to do this!"
"Remus..." James scolded. "We can't do this without you!"
Remus sighed heavily. "I take Ravenclaw and then meet up with Peter to do Hufflepuff."
"And we're all back in the Great Hall by pudding! Fantastic!" Sirius jumped up, took out his wand. "What are we going to use for the snake?"
Sirius and James turned devilishly towards Peter. Peter gulped. "Oh, no," he backed away. "You're not Transfiguring me! I won't do it!"
"Not you, you idiot. Give us that licorice wand you bought on the train!"
"It's mine! I was saving it for later!"
"And you'll have it back again," promised Sirius as he nabbed the long, black confection from Peter's shirt pocket. "Just as soon as it's been a snake for a while."
"But the Slytherins will step on it! I don't want a licorice wand that other people have stepped on!"
"Just 'other people'?" questioned James.
"You're a rat! What do you care if someone steps on your food, you eat out of the garbage!" Sirius began tapping his wand against the licorice. It slowly began to twist and writhe until he dropped the thin black snake on the carpet.
"What'd you drop it for?" Peter scrambled to pick up the snake.
"It felt weird!" Sirius shivered. "I don't like snakes, okay?"
"No wonder you didn't get into Slytherin," Peter mumbled under his breath as he tried to subdue the wiggling snake.
"Shh!" James hissed. "Someone's coming! Hide the snake!"
Bewildered and panicked, Peter stuffed the still squirming snake into his shirt and instantly regretted it.
The door opened, and Lily Evans walked in.
"Hey, Remus! I heard you made Prefect! Me too!" she bubbled excitedly.
"Yeah, great-" Remus began before Sirius started in over him.
"You can't just come in here without knocking! This is a boys' room! What if I was naked? What if Peter was naked? What if we were all naked?!"
"Why would you all be naked?" Lily asked, unsure.
"I'm frequently naked," Sirius defended. "It's a choice. It's none of your business."
"You should probably leave," James suggested, noting Peter's squirming.
"Oh. Alright, I just wanted to congratulate you, that's all."
"Thanks, you too!" Remus smiled.
Lily was about to leave when Remus' trunk gave another loud thud. James squeezed his eyes shut, praying she didn't hear; Sirius covered his mouth, afraid to breathe; Peter shuddered uncomfortably; Remus squared his shoulders and planted his feet firmly on the floor, trying to prevent the trunk from moving again.
Lily turned around.
"What was that?"
"What was what?" Remus asked innocently.
"That noise. In your trunk. What was it?" Lily came back into the room, closing the door behind her.
What came next was one of the most inspiring cases of spontaneous group male lies that had ever been seen in England.
"It's a Boggart," said Sirius.
"Oh. I'll handle it for you," offered Lily.
"No!" said Peter. "You can't! We..."
"We named it," explained James. "It's a pet."
"You see, Remus isn't allowed to have a pet," said Sirius.
"But we all love animals," said James.
"But I'm allergic to..." reached Peter.
"Um, fur, feathers, and amphibians," created Sirius, "which are the only kinds of animals allowed in Hogwarts, so-"
"We got him a Boggart," said James.
"But he doesn't like strangers, so he's making noise," said Peter.
"He'll calm down once new people leave," said Sirius.
"So that's why I think you should go," sighed James.
"Uh-huh," said Lily, skeptically. "So if he's a pet, than what's his name?"
With one simple question, James saw their palace of lies about to come undone.
"His name?"
His mind raced frantically, trying to think of a name. 'Bogsworth?' Stupid. 'Boggarty?' Even worse. 'Peter?' No, Peter's name is 'Peter!' He thought he had an idea, something that sounded right, but he had no idea where it came from. He knew he was taking too long to answer, he had to say something!
"Humphrey."
It seemed like an eternity, but it must have been only a few seconds before Lily's face cracked a smile. Her smile made James smile, even though he didn't know what was funny.
"Humphrey the Boggart? Cute. I like it." Lily giggled. "Like the old film star."
"Yeah," grinned James, even though he was thinking, 'What's a film?'
"I'll see you at the banquet," Lily smiled, turning to leave again.
"Yeah, you will!" grinned James. "Save me a seat!"
"Yeah, right," laughed Lily. "I'll save you a seat, Remus."
"Thanks. I'll be a little late," Remus said, nervously.
After Lily left, they all felt a little more relaxed.
"Alright," sighed James. "Get the badger out. It's time!"
...To Be Continued...
Well, that's part one. Let me know, anyone, if you like it and I can post more.
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Posted: Mon Aug 11, 2008 1:07 pm
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Here's a one-shot I just wrote yesterday afternoon. It takes place sometime in 1979-80, and is told through a series of letters between Sirius Black and his brother, Regulus. In my fic, Regulus was undercover the whole time fighting for the side of good rather than a last minute change of heart.
If the style seems odd, that's because it's done like telegrams, which most people nowadays have never read. I love their odd sense of syntax, almost like poetry, so I decided to write in that style. For those who don't know, it's sort of like this: You know how in text messages people leave out letters? Well, in telegrams they left out words. You should still understand it, even if you have to read a sentence more than once to get the hang of it.
Author: Me, DaBonster, Siobhan, whatever you want to call me
Title: Please Reply [one-shot, complete]
Rating: idk, certainly not more than T. Death implied.
Spoilers: Has anyone really not read DH yet? If you haven't, this might have spoilers.
Enjoy.
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