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LadyHealingHands Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 2:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 3:08 pm
June FanFiction Contest! Theme: Magical Fathers
and/or
Wizarding World WeddingsAs this is also House Appreciation Month, Grand Prize is Your Choice of A set of Kachina Dancer's Wings
in your choice of House Color or Raven, Owl or Dove from HR Wesley
OR
A Kimono from Crate and Apparel in your House Color
Autumn Leaf Kimono- Hufflepuff
Spring Green Kimono - Slytherin
Inner Fire Kimono - Gryffindor
Royal Kimono - Ravenclaw
OR
A July 2007 Letter (Fire Flower, Enchanted Strings, Mecha Form)
OR
The Experiment evolving item
OR
An Orphan Adoption Certificate giving you one random orphan
(or perhaps Mr. Raccoon!] Put your choice of prize at the end of your story. You are free to edit your post (not your story) and change your mind and choose a different prize up to the announcing of the winner, between July 10 - July 15.
Rules:
The story must fit with the Gaia TOS and involve one or more characters from the Harry Potter universe.
Original as well as "found" fictions accepted! Please don't have anything freakishly long.
1. Send 100 g entry free to AccioFunds
Include:
Your name
Name of Story
Which House you are in.
(You get 50g for each first post of the day in a Guild, so you can post in your Common Room, or in any of the Contests and you'll have the entry fee in 2 days).
One entry per member per month.
5 points to you if you enter, with an additional 10 points if you win.
Keep in mind:
Spelling and grammar will count, so please spell-check and/or have someone beta read your story. Even if you didn't write it --please fix/correct spelling and grammar if the story needs it. Be sure to note that you edited the story, if you do so. You may edit and re-edit your story up to when entries close for voting on June 30. (Be aware that some may read the story when you first post it, so do your best not to need to edit it).
If you submit a story you wrote, say so. You get extra credit towards your score.
If you're submitting a story you didn't write, be sure to give a link to where you found it, and the author's name, and the name of where you found it. (Hint: Haven's Index sticky in the main Forum has links to some great Fan Fiction sites ).
If you choose to find a Fan Fic rather than write your own, please give full credit and link to the page. Keep everything PG-13. You are allowed to tweak a found fiction slightly, such as in our April contest when Lucius didn't know who Merlin was. It would be ok to leave that line out, or to put in that Lucius wondered how a Muggle knew about Merlin.
Possible Points (Grading Rubric):
4 Prefect Points (if a prefect enters the contest, s/he doesn't vote)!
4 Heads of House Points
5 Points to the Winner of the Popular Vote
2 Points if it's an Original Story (You wrote it)
-1 point for spelling, chatspeak or grammar errors.
15 Possible Points; in case of a tie, we will have a numbers draw.
Post the stories here in this thread, not just a link to where you found them. You can post pictures with them. Be sure to say where you found the picture, and name the artist or copyright holder if possible.
Include your name and your House.The Way it works:First Week of the Month: The theme for the month is given; we accept entries for three weeks. We are accepting stories June 3 through June 30.
Week Two: Accept entries.
Week Three: Accept entries; close at the end of week. Entries close midnight June 30. Voting begins July 1, ends July 10. (We are extending it because of the American 4th of July holidays)
Week Four: Voting for the current theme commences; the next two or three themes are revealed. At the beginning of the next week, winners are announced and prizes are awarded. Winner for June will be announced and prizes awarded between July 10 and 15th.July & August theme: Opens July 1: Cross-overs and Alternate Universe Fiction!
Cross-over:
Alternate Universe:
 Definitions:
Crossovers: Characters or settings from another book or movie interact with characters from the Harry Potter Universe. Frodo and the Fellowship visit the Burrow, Charlie Weasley finds himself with a whole wing of Dragonriders from Pern who went between and ended up in Romania, Indiana Jones talks to his dentist and ends up adventuring with Hermione, or Arthur is accidentally and temporarily beamed up by the Starship Enterprise.
Alternate Universe: What if? Stories where something in canon Harry Potter is different: The Trio succeeds in becoming Animagi, or Helena Ravenclaw punches out the Bloody Baron and returns the tiara to her mother at Hogwarts, the fake MadEye fails to turn the Triwizard Cup into a Portkey, Draco gets sorted into Gryffindor. (These are not future stories, they are stories about canon, which a plot line changed).
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LadyHealingHands Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 04, 2008 1:54 pm
 usiylover2's story won over a lot of readers, and won her a July 2007 letter. Like Father, Like Daughter By: Kailin, Of FF.net! However, I'm usiylover2, and in Slytherin (Whoo!). Fatherhood is not something to which I ever aspired. Why should I? My own father was a hideous example of the role: icy and unapproachable. And given my experience with students, there was little to attract me to the notion of reproduction. Why contribute to the world’s pool of abysmally stupid children? At any rate, I was an unlovable reprobate; no woman in her right mind would find me desirable. The fact that I emerged from Voldemort War Two relatively unscathed seemed like a cruel joke. After all, I was supposed to die, not be belatedly declared a hero. I spent so many years convinced that the Dark Lord would learn of my actual allegiance that an Avada Kedavra seemed a foregone conclusion. Then I was forced to commit the ultimate horror and kill the only man in the world to show any concern for my well-being. It was assured that my end would now come not from Voldemort’s wand, but the reeking, frigid caress of a Dementor. You can imagine my surprise at being declared a free man and making my own way in the world – a way which did not include teaching a herd of dunderheads. And later, most surprising of all, I became a man in love, and with a Muggle-born, no less. A Muggle-born who wanted a child. By the time Hermione experienced her epiphany about motherhood, I was already certain that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this incredible woman. Her abrupt declaration that she wanted to have a child – a child with me – was the impetus leading to my rather graceless proposal of marriage. It was the perfect opening, the chance to advance my desires while foregoing the sappily romantic route. The popular image of a suitor, beseeching his beloved on bended knee, is definitely not my style, although - given enough time – even I might have come up with a more stylish proposal. Within six months of our marriage, Hermione was pregnant. I confess that I swaggered a bit upon learning this. It’s the male animal within, I suppose, proud of propagating his species. Besides, the actual birth was months away. I had ample time to adjust to the notion of being a father. I like to think that I was reasonably supportive during Hermione’s pregnancy. I dutifully told my wife that she was quite beautiful in this state – she did glow a bit, to be truthful – and avoided any major verbal blunders in regards to her ever-expanding girth. Meanwhile, Hermione amassed a roomful of baby items ranging from clothing to toys to furniture, and although I couldn’t quite imagine why in the world one tiny creature needed so many things, I kept my mouth shut. Her parents were the primary source of all gifts Infant, as the prospect of grandparenthood had completely seized them with a vengeance. Not that Lawrence and Julia needed to provide us with anything; the now-vast number of Weasleys and Potters were more than willing to donate enough second-hand baby goodies to fill a warehouse. Hermione found her parents’ enthusiasm to be utterly charming, however (“How many times do you have a first grandchild?”), and waved off all donations as unnecessary. As a result, most of the baby clutter in our house bore tags from what Hermione admitted were rather expensive Muggle shops. I like to think that very little impresses me. I’m far too jaded, have seen too much in my life. But the actual birth, the simple thing that has allowed the human race to continue to exist, was amazing. Of course, when I mentioned as much to Hermione several days after Mairin’s birth, I discovered that our definitions of ‘simple’ in regards to the birthing process were poles apart. She didn’t appear to appreciate my observations in the least. Another surprise, being as how I have had years of experience dealing with adolescents and absolutely none involving infants, was that babies were not the formless blobs I always took them to be. I assumed that babies were more or less identical save for the hair or skin coloring, and that the parents’ roles were to mold their offspring into civilized beings. The fact that my daughter had her own distinct personality from the beginning took me completely unawares. It also laid waste to my pet theories of why children turn out as they do. I no longer blamed Lucius and Narcissa for producing the likes of Draco Malfoy; the boy was evidently a poncey brat from the start, with no help whatsoever from his parents. When my daughter grew older, walking and talking up a storm (I’m quite certain where she acquired that trait), she reached entirely new levels of charm. Mairin was utterly precocious and entirely adorable. Since her birth, I had overheard more than one murmured aside of How could such a delightful child come from Severus Snape?, and I rather prided myself on my child’s combination of beauty and intelligence. By the time she was three, I knew beyond a doubt that Mairin would find Hogwarts to be child’s play. She’d doubtless be sitting her N.E.W.T.s by the end of first year. Mairin had just turned three when an unexpected appointment forced Hermione to drop her off at my old house on Spinner’s End for a brief time while she attended to her affairs. I still keep my business there, although I have not lived in the house since our marriage. This was my daughter’s first opportunity to ‘see Daddy’s work’, although it amounted to nothing more than Nora prancing her around the laboratory for five minutes until I shooed them upstairs. Things in the lab were not going particularly well that day. Besides, any potions laboratory, much less one which is used for the preparation of explosives, is not a place for children. Thankfully, Hermione returned barely fifteen minutes later. Nora assured her that Mairin had behaved perfectly, and my wife and child departed. I thought nothing more of that brief visit until a week later, when I chanced upon Mairin in her playroom. She had taken every toy cup and cauldron she possessed, along with her toothbrushing glass from the bathroom, and lined them up on her little table. After filling a few of the cups with water, Mairin then transferred the water from one cup to another. She also waved her toy wand here and there, all the while muttering what was apparently supposed to be an incantation. Suddenly, it occurred to me: my daughter was ‘playing potions’, and I was ready to burst with pride. Mairin had spent only five minutes in my laboratory and was moved to recreate what she had seen. At once, I called Hermione to watch. No wonder people wanted children, I thought; this was one of those rare, poignant moments when one can truly understand the allure of parenthood. Hermione peeked over my shoulder, her eyes alight at the scene unfolding in front of us. “Oh, Severus, this is so sweet,” she whispered in my ear. Sweet? It wasn’t sweet, it was a sign of great things to come. My daughter, Mairin Julia Snape, was a Potions Mistress in the making, and this was the very first evidence of her golden future. Was it too early to begin making inquiries into apprenticeships? And then it happened. My darling three-year-old daughter hurled an empty cup across the room with one hand, waved her tiny toy wand with the other, and bellowed, “Bloody hell! Merlin’s hairy balls!” And with that, she recommenced calmly pouring water from one container to another. I was frozen to the spot, the blood draining from my face. How was it that it took a good half-year of coaxing and wheedling to convince Mairin that using the toilet was a wonderful thing, yet in the space of five minutes, she’d managed to pick up my worst habits? A gasping noise over my shoulder reminded me that Hermione had just witnessed the whole thing. I turned to find my wife slumped against the doorframe and shaking with silent laughter, hand clapped over her mouth, tears of mirth already streaming down her cheeks. I tried to mumble apologies – I had done a bit of cursing the day Nora had Mairin in the lab, but Nora had immediately become affronted and pointed out that Little Pitchers Have Big Ears. At that point, I was more concerned for the physical well-being of the Little Pitcher, and suggested that a Potions lab was not a proper place to baby-sit a toddler. It had never occurred to me that Mairin would remember anything of what she had seen, let alone what she had heard. “I’ll… have a word with her,” I mumbled now. Still unable to speak for laughing, Hermione waved me helplessly on. “Hello, Mairin,” I said, kneeling down by my daughter’s ‘workbench’. “Hello, Daddy. I’m making potions – just like you!” Mairin turned to bestow a brilliant smile on me. Cut to shreds by a child. Perhaps the Order of the Phoenix should have tried using a three-year-old against Voldemort. I was certain that the Dark Lord would have been utterly stymied. All I could do was nod and stagger away while Hermione was still whimpering with laughter. At some point in the next few days, I will point out to my child that ‘bloody hell’ and ‘Merlin’s hairy balls’ are not appropriate language for a three-year-old. I’m sure that Mairin will smile and nod and say “Yes, Daddy.” And I’m equally certain that Hermione will never let me forget this. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3514600/1/Like_Father_Like_DaughterThe July letter is my prize of choice, by the way. biggrin
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2008 8:43 pm
It's a little on the short side, but I hope it'll suffice. Usiylover2, your story is great! =D
I can't wait for July's contest! (Lol, the fanfic I'm writing is an AU)
Turayza
Ravenclaw
Story: A Sentimental Side
Written By: Me!
Two quicksilver-colored grey eyes blinked owlishly.
Two icy steel-colored eyes stared back.
The owner of the quicksilver-colored eyes squirmed, trying to reach the owner of the steel-colored eyes.
“Paaaa,” the one-year-old called, reaching for his father. “Paaaaa!”
He said pa! The first word he said was pa! Lucius thought excitedly in his head.
“It’s father, Draco. Father, not pa,” Lucius said, a smile on his face nonetheless.
“Paaaaaaaaa. Derrrr. Paaaderrrr,” Draco replied, giggling. “Paader!”
Draco swung out and grabbed a fistful of Lucius’ hair. “Paader! Paader!” Draco then promptly stuffed the fistful of hair in his mouth. “Mmph,” he said. “Paader!” Draco said, spitting the hair out and pointing at it happily. “Paader!”
Lucius withdrew quickly and looked at his hair in disgust.
“Bad Draco! That’s disgusting! Don’t do that!” Lucius scolded, trying to hold back his annoyance.
Draco, upon hearing his father’s harsh tone, sat down abruptly and burst into tears.
His mouth forming a little ‘o’ of horror, Lucius hurriedly picked up his son and soothed him, ignoring his son’s repeat ‘consumption’ of his hair.
I really am getting old and sentimental, Lucius thought as he hugged his son and rocked him back and forth.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 12:37 am
I thought I'd give it a go, as I've made no contribution to my House yet! I'm assuming it isn't considered freakishly long. It's an original work by me.
This entry contains a major spoiler for Deathly Hallows.
Name:ComluibanGirl
House:Ravenclaw
Title: Memories
Author: Me.
You could say I’ve always been a family man, always been happiest around my relatives. It’s funny when you think about it. After all, my mother’s so-called family disowned her when she married the “blood traitor” Septimus Weasley. But I think it made the four of us closer. My mother was determined to show her parents that real families accepted each other. As a boy, I learnt that family should stick together through thick and thin. If you rely on each other, it turns out all right in the end. Usually.
But it wasn’t until Bill was born that I realised it was my calling to raise a family with Molly. After hours of having my hand crushed in Molly’s as she screamed, hours of wishing there was something I could do, I was presented with a shrivelled, bald creature that looked more like a mandrake than anything else.
When his big blue eyes met mine, I knew that I was made to be a father. His tiny, soft hand wrapped around my finger, and I was terrified. I had no idea how to look after a baby! But I had never felt love so intense and overwhelming. We’d find out how to be parents as we went along.
A year later, Molly was pregnant again, and we were both delighted. When Charlie arrived, he cried louder and longer than Bill had. He kept us up all night, every night. His crying would wake two-year-old Bill and we’d find ourselves having to calm them both down at the same time. But raising the boys was what I wanted to do with my life.
Over the next ten years, we had another five children. And when each one of them was born, the love was never any less intense than it had been the first time. They all brought their own unique joys into our lives.
As a baby, Percy was always giggling. If I pulled a funny face, his gurgling laugh would go on for fifteen minutes non-stop, his little round face getting redder and redder until we worried he was choking. Odd that he’s so serious now.
When I first held Fred, he knocked off my glasses with a vigorous movement of his chubby right arm. I don’t doubt for a moment that he did it on purpose, as an early indication of how he intended to behave throughout his life.
George was born with a shock of red hair, tufty and soft but vividly bright. Molly loved to stroke his hair softly and sing to him to get him to sleep at night.
Ron was a messy baby. He always had dribble all over his chin and a runny nose. He showed signs of magical ability at an early age, somehow managing to plaster a tiny pot of pureed pumpkin over every surface in our kitchen within seconds. His table manners haven’t improved much since then.
When Ginny was born, we finally had a girl and Molly and I knew she would be our last child. Bill, eleven by that time, was singularly unimpressed at her arrival. When we first showed Ginny to him, he rolled his eyes and said “not another one”.
We never regretted having so many children. There were times when we struggled to make ends meet, occasions when Molly would be worn out from having to teach the children and look after the babies all day. Percy’s love of school started with concern for Molly. He saw how angry she got with the twins and how her voice was sore from yelling by the end of each day, so he worked hard to please her. And he was desperate to stand out from his much louder brothers and sisters.
We were certainly glad to have so much land around the Burrow in which they could caper and frolic, or stick fizzing whizzbees up each other’s noses and throw mud at each other, as was more common. During the summer holidays, I spent the evenings teaching them to fly. Charlie soon proved to be the best flier of our brood, in spite of the feeble brooms we provided.
Fred and George were very, very intelligent. We saw that from the beginning. Molly, who had been hoping the twins would become Healers or revolutionary potion makers, found it a little exasperating that they didn’t apply their intelligence to their schoolwork. I secretly loved their quips and pranks, as long as they didn’t stray into bullying habits. I was always trying to teach them right from wrong, to be sure their active sense of humour didn’t become malicious.
I was impressed with how Ginny held her own against her six brothers. Young witches and wizards can be very unpredictable before they’re in control of their abilities, but Ginny loved doing magic by accident, because it always went unpunished.
At the age of eight, she was feeding the chickens when Fred sneaked up behind her, a bag of dungbombs clutched in one hand. She heard him coming and whipped around, glaring. That was when Fred’s hair spontaneously caught fire. Thankfully, he smelled the singed hair before the flames hurt him. He reached for a nearby watering can and doused his head with the contents. Ginny just laughed and turned back to the chickens.
I’m sorry for getting so carried away. My point in all this is to make you understand how much my family means to me. The joy of my life has been to watch these children grow up and to share the experience with my wife. These eight people have been everything to me.
Molly and I are very proud of the people our children have grown up to be. But we have been robbed of the chance to see our son prosper. He never knew the world after You-Know-Who, never got to see it become a better place after he fought so hard for it.
Fred was killed by an explosion during the Battle of Hogwarts. It was only a month after his twentieth birthday.
So I hope you’ll excuse me for going on so much about my memories. Memories are all I have left of my son.
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My preferred prize (just in case): the July letter.
Edited to correct my typo on "fizzing whizzbees".
Edited a second time to change "smelt" to "smelled" for the benefit of American readers.
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 3:01 am
Your name; Diana Tregarde Name of Story: Ginny's Wedding Gift Which House you are in: Gryffindor! This is such a sweet story. It has so many thoughtful touches. I bet at some point reading you go awww...or get a lump in your throat. I thought the story deserved to be here and it's the first one pertaining to weddings so far. It's not one I wrote; I found it on fanfiction.net I shortened the original, eliminated some paragraphs and ideas that I thought took away from the story and fixed some typos. I hope you enjoy it! Ginny's Wedding Gift
Author: Shi Harry and Ginny Potter apparated to the front of their new home. Harry placed his arm around Ginny's shoulders and drew her closer to him, meeting her lips with his. He could feel her excitement. Although he was nervous, the ceremony had gone well. All throughout the wedding feast, though, he could tell there was something on her mind and he had a feeling it had to do with what she was giving him tonight. Ginny was bouncing with excitement. It was finally her turn to give Harry his wedding present. They were both exhausted from the huge wedding; their month long honeymoon traveling the world was coming up, but they had wanted to spend their first night together in their new home. She'd been working non-stop for the past four years on this gift for Harry. "Are you ready?" Ginny asked her voice ringing with excitement. Harry nodded and started leading her down the path to their new home. He had no idea what to expect from Ginny. He hoped she hadn't done too much. All he needed was her. She was his rock, his life. He just hoped she always knew that she was all he needed. He'd told her that anytime the topic of her present had come up in conversation. She'd always just look at him with that knowing glint in her eyes. When they reached their new home, he stopped and picked Ginny up to carry her over the threshold. Ginny chuckled at his show of chivalry. One of the many things he loved about her; she had a low sexy laugh. He reached with one hand and threw open the door. The Weasleys, including Hermione, had taken it upon themselves to prepare their things for them. They also had Ginny's surprise all set up waiting for them. Harry set her down on the other side of the threshold. He reached for his wand to light the room. "Wait!" Ginny exclaimed, putting out her hand to stop him from using his wand. "Close your eyes, Harry." He smiled and did what he was told. Ginny waved her hand in front of his face to make sure he wasn't peeking. Assured he wasn't, she felt on the table to the right of the door and found what she was looking for. Her hand clasped around Ron's deluminator. With one click of the deluminator, the lights were set free and the room was immediately illuminated with a warm happy glow. Harry still had his eyes shut but he couldn't help but grin. He knew that click very well. When Ron had first received the deluminator he had clicked it nonstop, much to his and Hermione’s annoyance. Ginny led him further into the house by his hand and brought him into the center of their home. "Ok, you can open your eyes now." Harry heard the smile in her voice. He opened his eyes. He was in the middle of the dining/living room. There was the large table in the corner he and Ginny had picked out to seat all their friends and family. It would expand magically to accommodate more guests if necessary. There on the other side of the room was the Gryffindor red couch that they had also picked it out together before the wedding. Harry couldn't pinpoint what it was he was supposed to be looking at. Everything in the room was something they had picked out together before the wedding. Then it hit him. There were a number of empty portrait frames on the wall in various shapes and sizes. He contemplated this for a few moments and gave Ginny a questioning look. Her excitement was literally jumping out of her. She could no longer hold back. "Ok, everyone, you can come out!" she said excitedly. Harry looked to the doors expecting people to jump out of closets, or for the couch to transfigure back into a person. "Surprise!" Numerous voices said. And instantly there was movement inside the picture frames. All the frames were filled then, all with familiar, loving faces. All were looking at Harry and Ginny and all were speaking at once. His parents were there with huge grins on their faces, sharing a frame together. "Hello, son," James Potter said proudly. "My baby, we're so proud of you," Lilly said with tears in her eyes as she held onto James. Sirius had a frame next to them. He gave them a handsome grin. "Congratulations, godson," Sirius exclaimed with a suggestive leer in Ginny's direction. Lupin and Tonks were to the right of Sirius, they also shared a frame. "We're so glad you and Ginny found each other," Tonks said holding her cheeks, her hair was a bright yellow. Remus had his arms wrapped around her and was nodding his head in agreement. Dumbledore stood in a picture of his office, his eyes twinkiling and his face lit up with a sage like smile. "Harry, may you and Ginerva have all the happiness in the world," Dumbledore said with a small wink. Snape stood behind a desk in a picture of the Potions dungeons. "I'm really have no idea why I'm here..." he thought out loud when Harry’s eyes met his. He stole a glance toward Lilly and James's painting. "Oh, Severus, you know you've done so much for Harry, of course you belong here with the rest of the family," Lilly said, with a warm friendly smile. Mad Eye Moody was flying a broom through a midnight sky. "I'm proud of you, my boy," Madeye yelled gruffly, over the wind, "you've made yourself into a fine auror." Fred Weasley stood with his arms comically crossed in the midst of his joke shop in Diagon Alley. "You take good care of my sister now, you hear, Harry!" Fred said. "She couldn't have chosen a better man." Even Hedwig and Dobby had their own portraits. Dobby stood in his frame wearing one of Hermione’s knitted hats, a colorful jumper, and two different socks. Harry recognized the left sock as the one he had given him to set him free. "Dobby can't believe the honor he has received to hang above the coffee table in Harry Potter's living room. He is speechless," the painting of Dobby said with tears running freely down his face. Hedwig gave a hoot of hello. She was sitting on a tree branch in a dark starry night. She spread her great white wings and flew through all of the paintings, towards Harry. Snape made an exaggerated effort to shield the top of his greasy head as she flew through his painting. She perched herself on Lilly's shoulder and warm affection shown in her big golden eyes. Harry was absolutely dumbstruck. Tears were forming in his eyes as he looked from one painting to the next. Finally he was able to find his voice. "Ginny...ho...how?" he stammered emotionally. Ginny wrapped her arms around him to comfort him. She knew this would be hard for him. She also knew how much it meant to him. "After you defeated Voldemort all those years ago, I knew it was only a matter of time before you got up the nerve to ask me to marry you." Harry blushed. "Knowing how honorable you are, I knew you'd have to wait until I was of age and until we had both graduated from Hogwarts to get married. I cornered my big brother Ron, as he's the man who knows you best, and asked him what you wanted most of all. He told me of your first year when you found the mirror of Erised that showed whatever your heart most desired. He said that you saw yourself with your whole family surrounding you." "I knew I would be the one to help you start a new family, but I still wanted you to have all your family. Through Slughorn's contacts I was able to find someone who could do such a rare feat. As you know, magical portraits of this sort can only be made with the permission of the deceased. Slughorn told me only a few witches or wizards, sometimes just one, are born each century with the gift to paint the soul.” "You see to make a magical portrait you need to contact and then form a contract with the soul of the subject. And then while you're in contact with their soul together, you render an imprint of the person's soul at the time of their death.” "Professor Dumbledore’s, Professor Snape's and MadEye's portrait were the simplest, all we needed to do was to make a copy of the portraits in Hogwarts and at the magical law enforcement office.” "The other paintings were more difficult. They took spending many hours at the graves of the individuals and casting many spells. Luckily Fernald Clockens, Slughorn's friend, was able to contact each in the other world and request a copy of them.” "It took me a long time. Luckily you were busy hunting down Death Eaters so I could keep what I was doing hidden from you. All that work paid off. Now you can have all your friends and family with you all the time. This is my gift to you. You are the most important person to me and I want you to have all that you have ever wanted.” There was a long silence. The full implication of what Ginny had done for him were starting to sink in. Harry was awestruck by what she had done. He knew well the difficulty of making these portraits, especially in the case of his parents who had been dead for so long. Now he could talk to them whenever he wanted! The prospect sent an excited shiver down his body. Something he’d dreamed of his entire life had finally come true. Thinking further, when Teddy came to visit with them, he would be able to be with his parents whenever he wanted; Teddy would never have to feel as lonely as Harry had. Teddy could grow up knowing his parents. Harry could get to know his parents, their hopes and dreams. He could finally spend time with Sirius without worrying about Sirius being captured and given the Dementor's Kiss. He could see how his father interacted with his friends, and even be a part of that. He would finally get to know more about Dumbledore so he didn't feel like it was such a one sided friendship. Mad Eye could help him hone his auror skills and give him dark wizard hunting tips. He could laugh with Fred again, and he could enjoy the company of Hedwig and Dobby. Ginny excitedly went on. "We'll be able to keep in contact with Hogwarts and the Wizengamot council with Professor Dumbledore and Snape’s portraits," Ginny explained, since Harry was still speechless, "and when Teddy and our future children go to school we'll know all the mischief they'll get into. You can keep in contact with work through Moody." "Constant vigilance!" Moody exclaimed. Harry grinned. "I had a copy made of Fred’s painting for the Burrow and for each of the joke shops." she added. "I can still help customers and catch shoplifters!" said Fred with a mischievous grin. "Tonks usually spends the full moons in another painting; Remus still turns into a werewolf, of course." Ginny explained. He hadn’t thought of that. “At least I no longer need to brew his blasted potion.” Snape sneered. “I’m going to dedicate my professional life helping prepare portraits of loved ones lost during the war for the ones they left behind. I’ve already got a long list of requests,” Ginny said proudly. “Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” Harry finally managed to say; his voice was husky with emotion. “Yes,” she said with an impish smile. He pulled her towards him and captured her mouth with his. All the people in the portraits hooted and hollered, cheering their glee; except for Snape, who turned away with disgust. Harry ended the kiss, his cheeks burning with embarrassment from all the attention. “Ginny?” he whispered in her ear. “Yes?” she asked, an equally embarrassed look on her face. “There aren’t any picture frames in our bedroom are there?” he asked in a worried voice. Ginny burst out laughing and shook her head no. THE END Link to original story: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4275770/1/Ginnys_Wedding_GiftI would like to win the Kachina Wings
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Posted: Mon Jun 09, 2008 1:33 pm
Well I'm assuming that since I've given the entry fee I can post. So I will!
The picture with Harry and the two kids inspired me to write a HP fluffy fanfiction, something I never do. I'm an angst fan. Haha, well I hope you enjoy!
Name: Serenity Silvia Malfoy
Name of Story: The Disapparating Boy
House: Slytherin
The Disapparating Boy
“Teddy! Teddy!” Harry called loudly, his lover’s voice echoing his own. The boy had been at it again. Merlin, the boy would just pop and be gone and they wouldn’t find him for hours. Worry ate at Harry. How was he supposed to protect Teddy if the bloody boy kept disappearing so bloody much! Harry wanted to pull at his hair, but he did no such thing as he moved to the cabinets, one of Teddy’s favorite places to hide.
“Luv, I don’t think he’s in the house.” Ginny said, as she came to Harry’s side. The poor guy looked like he was going to lose his mind with worry.
“Don’t worry love, he’ll come back. He always does.” She comforted, putting her arms under Harry’s and bringing her hands up to his shoulders as she embraced him. He wasn’t the tall, skinny boy he used to be. Now, Harry was strong and muscular wearing a frilly shirt that was from the 1900’s. He wore a leather fest over it and with his glasses he looked rather like one of those rich muggles you see on the television. “You’ll see.” She continued when it appeared her words didn’t calm him.
Harry frowned, his lips pinkish and pursed with irritation. “How am I supposed to be taking care of him if he goes off like this?” he complained.
“It’ll be fine. We’ll get through it. As I said, he always comes back. Look, you hear that? He’s returned.” Ginny said releasing Harry as a loud banging was heard in the direction of the kitchen. She laughed, because Teddy was on the top again, hitting the pans with his hand making music.
Harry sighed with relief as he came in. “There you are!” He exclaimed going over and picking the boy up.
“Merlin I thought I was going to have to call Ron again. He’d have my head if I made him late to work for the third time this week.” Little Teddy only clapped his hands happily screaming “UP, UP, UP!” He was going to be a great flier one day. Harry just knew it. Laughing, Harry handed the boy to Ginny who was grinning at the scene.
“Your so good with children.” She purred, now holding the young Lupin child. She glanced at the family clock. The arrow pointed to Harry with the word late replacing his name.
“Oh dear, he’s going to have your head on a platter. Go on dear, your already late. Get going, I’ll take care of Teddy from here.” She said ushering Harry to the fireplace.
“Right then. See you tonight?” Harry knew the answer already but it was a routine they did. Find Teddy (call Ron for help), be late for work, get yelled at, do mission, come home for dinner.
“Yes, now hurry.” And with a shout, dust thrown to the ground in the fireplace, Harry James Potter was gone.
Ginny smiled, watching him leave, her eyes lingering on the fireplace. “Hm. Now what shall we do today, Teddy?” She blinked, looking down at her now empty hands.
“Oh Merlin.” She murmured, glancing up at the clock which said safe on Teddy’s end. Ginny sighed, and began searching.
“So that’s what it’ll be eh?”
~Fin~
I’d like to win a pair of Raven's wings.
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Posted: Tue Jun 10, 2008 12:15 pm
Name: SuperKoolPartyGal101
Title of Story: His Little Girl
Author: Story
House: Gryffindor
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Hospitals are generally a place of bad feelings, but sometimes the best news comes out of them. No matter what the case though, hospitals are always a worrisome place to be. Especially when your wife is in labor and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it except listen to her screams and know that you had a part in causing her pain.
Currently, that was exactly what Ron Weasley was doing as he paced the corridors of St. Mungo. He couldn’t get the sentence, Hermione is going to murder me after this, out of his head. It was stuck there like a broken record, and he could hardly handle it anymore. He considered running out the doors of the hospital before realizing that would only make Hermione more upset.
Merlin, he wished he’d convinced his stubborn wife to allow the doctors to give her an anti-pain charm. Of course, Hermione had wanted a natural birth; always had to do things the most difficult way. Ron shook his head in absolute disbelief.
He focused his thoughts on the reason they were both in this situation. Their firstborn baby was on the way. Ron couldn’t have been more excited when he found out Hermione was pregnant, although it had been in the middle of a fight. That’s the way it was with him and Hermione. They fought but what came out of the fight was usually worth the battle.
When his family had found out, his parents had been ecstatic and his mother had gone crazy with joy. Ron found it odd that she seemed more excited about the birth of another Weasley than Hermione and his wedding. She had gone through so many births herself. That woman was a saint and Ron appreciated her now more than ever.
Ron heard Hermione let out another scream from the interior of the room she’d been placed in. He cringed. “Ronald!” she called. She sounded hesitant as if almost ashamed she was admitting she needed him for something. That girl was so independent, Ron thought as he shook his head.
He popped his head inside just as a precaution against seeing something that would cause him to do something embarrassing – like make a face that would set Hermione off or well, faint. It was possible. Anyway, she was just laying there, her head on a pillow and her hair billowing out like a halo around her head.
“Sweetheart?” he said tentatively.
Hermione’s face was terribly flushed and she was breathing rapidly. “I just have to know something.”
“Okay,” Ron said slowly.
“Would you take my place if you could?” she asked suddenly. The nurse standing next to his wife raised an eyebrow at him as if to say, yes, there is a right answer to this question.
“Yes,” Ron said immediately and looked at the nurse who nodded, “absolutely.”
This seemed to satisfy Hermione and he found he could breathe a little easier. He wandered closer to the bed and leaned down close to Hermione and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I love you,” he said softly.
“I love you too,” Hermione panted, “but this is still all your fault.”
Ron gave her a small smile, “I know.”
Their doctor, a small balding man, walked in briskly as if he was in a hurry to be somewhere else. What else do you have to do that’s more important than this, Ron wanted to ask. He peered at Hermione closely and said precisely, “It’s time,” as if delivering a death sentence. Oh dear God, Ron prayed silently.
The nurse made to cart Hermione away to the delivery room and Ron held on to her hand as long as possible. “Good luck,” he said awkwardly not knowing what else to say. His wife rolled her eyes at him in typical Hermione fashion causing Ron to grin.
An hour later, he was holding his first baby girl in his arms. As he peered down at the little pink bundle he was holding he was amazed something so delicate could even exist. He decided then that his daughter was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He’d forgotten about the ultimate outcome of Hermione’s pregnancy, but now, he realized this was it. Now there were three of them and Ron had two of the best girls in the world to take care of now.
He’d never been happier and thought that perhaps, just maybe, he was the luckiest man in the world.
The night before Rose was going off to Hogwarts for her first year, Ron couldn’t sleep. He tossed and turned and finally, at the risk of waking Hermione up, he got up and went to the kitchen. Ron sat for a second but found he was extremely restless so he stood and went to the picture window in the living room where he stared out into the night.
It seemed like just yesterday he’d held Rose in his arms for the first time and look down at her. How had time gone so fast? After she’d been born, Hermione had gone back to work as an Auror and Ron had spent the majority of his time with Rose. He’d even taken her to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes with him. Rose had learned how to say “Dada” first and Ron hadn’t been able to help but to swell with pride every time she uttered that small word. Hermione had graciously accepted this momentous occasion and Ron had celebrated by buying Rose a stuffed teddy which she still slept with now.
Ron smiled at the memory as Hermione snuck up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “She’ll be fine Ronald,” she whispered as she looked out the window as well.
Ron shook his head, “I know she will. I just think of all the trouble we got in at Hogwarts and I can’t help but to wonder, do I want to send her to that?”
“You can’t take care of all her troubles forever,” Hermione murmured.
“I guess I shouldn’t worry,” Ron said. “I mean, she is your daughter.”
“True,” Hermione laughed.
They stood in comfortable silence side by side and Ron was grateful that they had been able to figure out their problems during their years at Hogwarts. Hopefully, Rose would be able to figure things out on her own sooner than they had. Hopefully she wouldn’t be involved with several near death experiences as he and Hermione had.
“Just think how you’re going to act on her wedding day,” Hermione said amiably.
Ron groaned, “Don’t even talk about it.”
“Hello Mr. Weasley.”
Ron realized through his haze that the young man in front of him was speaking to him – and he was so young! How could this man be dating his perfect, mature, older than her years daughter? He simply wasn’t good enough. Ron nodded mutely.
The blonde man leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and hunched his shoulders over. “I’ve been dating your daughter for three years now as I’m sure you well know.”
Ron nodded again. Hermione entered their living room where they sat, saw the two of them sitting there and Ron’s awkward pose, and exited immediately. Ron was sure Rose was sitting nervously on her bed by the window at the moment.
“I love her, as I think you also know.”
Ron looked at the man sitting across from him finally. He’d never imagined his perfect baby girl would choose to date a Malfoy of all people and it had taken him a long while to come to terms with this new revelation. For some reason, his wife had been perfectly fine with it, but when Rose had told him, he’d erupted. It’d taken him months and several long talks with Rose to calm down.
Rose had brought him home for nearly all holidays and Ron supposed Scorpius Malfoy was polite enough to Hermione and he acted like he was actually interested in conversation with Ron. He couldn’t get his mind around the fact that this was Malfoy’s son. Hermione pointed out that maybe his mother, Astoria Greengrass, was different, but I find that hard to believe. She was a Slytherin after all.
“Mr. Weasley?”
Ron startled and looked at Scorpius with a blank look on his face.
Scorpius looked vulnerable as he opened his mouth to speak, “I love Rose. I’d like to take care of her, and I want nothing more than to be with her for the rest of my life. I’d like to marry her, if that’s alright.”
That’s not alright! Ron wanted to scream. He wanted to ask if this was a joke. He realized suddenly that he needed to think about Rose right now and what was right for her. Rose loved Scorpius, he knew that. She loved him more than he deserved, Ron figured. He made her happy though, really happy, and what mattered more?
Ron sighed and folded his hands in his lap. “Okay,” he said, sealing his daughter’s fate, “okay.”
Scorpius jumped out of his seat and smiled wide as he shook his hand. “Thank you Mr. Weasley.”
Ron nodded. “Take care of her.”
“I will, I will.”
Ron went into the kitchen after Scorpius had left and sat across from Hermione. “You’re being ridiculous you know,” Hermione said pointedly.
“I know,” Ron conceded.
Hermione took a sip of the coffee in front of her and laughed. “Scorpius will take care of her, you know that. How many times has he been over here to talk to us? And has he ever hurt Rose, ever?”
Ron shook his head. “I loved her first,” he said weakly.
“She loved you first,” Hermione said, placing a hand on Ron’s, “so stop acting like you’re losing her.”
The night before the wedding Ron went into her daughter’s room. He usually never went into her room as he considered her place, her spot.
Rose glanced up briefly from the book she was reading. “Hey, Daddy.”
“Are you nervous?”
Rose laughed, “Nope, not at all.”
“Why?” Ron asked surprised.
“Because, what’s there to be nervous about? I love him,” she said unabashed.
Ron sat on the edge of her bed. “He’s not good enough,” he said determidly.
Rose smiled. “I could be marrying James Potter and you wouldn’t think it was good enough.” She paused, “Please behave yourself tomorrow Daddy.”
“What are you talking about?” Ron said raising an eyebrow.
“Like, please don’t trip Scorpius or try to do that slug thing you do with your want…nothing crazy, you know,” Rose said.
“Okay,” Ron said sadly.
“I think you’re more worried than me,” Rose said after a while.
“I think I am too,” Ron agreed.
Rose laughed at that and shook her bright red hair. “Don’t you think Grandpa Granger was worried for Mom to marry you?”
Ron thought for a while. “No, I don’t.”
“Well, he was,” Rose countered. “Mum told me so. He was beside himself. No boy is ever good enough to a dad for his daughter.”
Ron realized immediately that his little girl was probably right about that. “You’re just like your mother.”
“No Daddy,” Rose said slowly, “Can’t you see? I love Mum, but I’m your daughter through and through.”
As Ron gave away his little girl the next day, Rose winked at him as if to say, I can take it from here. Ron retreated as Scorpius waited for Ron’s whole world at the bottom the altar.
Ron didn’t even pay attention during the entire ceremony. He kept looking back and forth between Hermione and Rose. Hermione was in her thirties now and had crow’s feet at the corners at her eyes. For some reason though, looking at her now Ron thought she was more beautiful than the day he had married her. And Rose - Rose had Hermione’s pretty face, but his hair and was just as beautiful as the day he had held her in his arms that first time.
Even though the ceremony involved handing Rose off to Scorpius, he knew somehow he wasn’t really giving her away. He knew that she was his little girl, but also Scorpius’s wife. Someday Scorpius would understand the feeling of holding his baby in his arms for the first time and then he would go through this whole inner battle in his own way. Every man did, but not every man was as blessed as Ron was.
By the end of the ceremony, Ron hadn’t spilled a single tear but was simply content with his life up until that very moment because it was that very moment he realized he had two of the very best girls in the world and that was all that mattered – even if one of them was a Malfoy now. As he looked one more time from his now married daughter to the face of the love of his life, he knew he was truly, absolutely the luckiest man in the world.
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A July 2007 Letter
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 8:44 am
Name: LilyEvansDouble
Title of Story: Just us Guys
Author: LilyEvansDouble
House: Hufflepuff
“James, please don’t burn the house down while I’m away in London.” Lily Potter finished braiding her long red hair and looked at her husband.
“Are you saying you don’t trust me Lily? I’m so hurt by that.” James put on a mock pout that made Lily laugh as she picked up the cooing Harry.
“How do you expect me to trust you James? The last time I went away for the night I came home to find the cats tail missing. Poor Whiskers is still terrified of you.” Lily handed James Harry and slipped her jacket on. “Harry is a baby, not a cat. If you hurt him I’ll have to turn you over to the law and you could face Azkaban.”
“Hey, I have learned a lot about how Azkaban works girly. Besides, if you can spend… I think it was two months in there I think I can handle it.” James smiled as he watched the reaction of his wife unfold.
“James Potter you be careful with out son or so help me you will be hating life.” Lily’s green eyes seemed to catch flame as she spun to face James. I spent time in Azkaban for killing my best friend. I’m not afraid to kill my own husband.”
“Calm down Lily, I was just teasing.” James stepped closer as he gave her a comforting hug. You worry too much Lily.
“Well how can you expect me not to worry when every time I turn around you are doing something careless?” Lily sighed as she calmed down a little bit. It was just impossible to stay mad at James. She couldn’t imagine how she had done it for so long back in school. Maybe it was because Severous had been right there helping her to fuel the fire for so long.
“I promise Lily, I’ll be careful. We already lost our daughter; I’m doing everything in my power to keep this one. Even if Voldemort does have him marked for death.” James put a comforting hand on her back and started to rub but she pulled back with angry tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry I had a miscarriage James. It wasn’t all my fault you know. Voldemort attacked from nowhere, and it was Brian that used the Cruciatous curse on me. I spent time in prison for what happened at the lake that morning; please don’t keep bringing it up again.” Lily was sobbing now but there was still an angry tone to her voice.
“Lily, that’s not what I meant.” James wrapped her in an embrace again. “We both know what happened at the lake wasn’t your fault. Nobody could have stopped that Lily.”
“I know, but I still feel like I could have. I did wandless magic for heavens sakes; I should have been able to stop Jasmine from dying.” Lily calmed down a bit and just stood weeping into James’ shoulder.
“Not even Dumbledore has the power to stop death Lily, so let’s stop dwelling on the past and you go have fun.”
Lily nods as she wipes her eyes. “You’re right James.” She smiled as she watched James toss Harry in the air lightly and then blow on his tummy. “I’m sure you two will have lots of fun while I’m away. Just PLEASE don’t destroy anything.”
“Oh come on, but that’s the fun part mommy.” James held baby Harry in his arms and made his mouth move while he spoke. “Making messes and destroying things is what I do best.”
“Oh I know, but you need to stop it.” Lily laughed as she rubbed her nose up against Harry’s just as a horn sounded. “Alright, that’s Laura so I’ve go to go. Have fun you two.” With that she flew out the door and down the steps to the outside climbing into her friends Chrysler convertible.
As the car drove off James looked to the little bundle in his arms. “Alright trouble maker, the prison guard is gone so it’s just us guys. You ready for a little fun?” With a smile James sat down on the bed and began bouncing Harry on his knee lightly and would then blow on his tummy making Harry squeal and giggle endlessly.
I would like the Kimono
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2008 6:22 am
Name: TonksAsKid House: Hufflepuff!I found this on phoenixsong.net. I didn't write it, but it seems like just the sort of prank the Marauders might do! The Marauders' Last Prank
Author: Capramagus It was a bright spring day at Godric's Hollow. James burst into the living room, waving a piece of parchment and looking quite excited. "What happened?" asked Lily, looking up from a copy of The Bewitching Bride. She'd been obsessed with wedding plans for weeks. "I just got an owl," James said quickly. "From Brian Griswald!" "Brian who?" "Griswald! Keeper for the Chudley Cannons! One of the best in the league," he ranted. "He wants to come to the wedding!" "Really?" Lily said, her eyebrow raised. "Does he even know who we are?" "Of course. He's probably heard of my successful career on the Gryffindor team, and wants to meet me in person." "That's nice," said Lily, returning to her book. James rushed off to tell the others. Her reading was interrupted once again several minutes later, this time by Remus and Sirius. "I'm not going to tell him. He'd be heartbroken," Sirius was saying. "He's got his hopes up. If he found out that I sent that letter." "You said he'd be able to take a joke!" Remus said, "Come on, you're not backing out now, after all we've done in school. Besides, when Brian Griswald fails to show up, he's bound to figure it out." Sirius suddenly got an odd look on his face, the look he always got when he'd just thought of a wicked plan. "Yes, I suppose he would, if Brian Griswald fails to show up." "Come on," Remus said, always the sensible one. "How are we going to get Griswald to come here?" Sirius looked at his mate with a crazed glint in his eye. "Moony, old boy, get out your cauldron. It's time to brew us a Keeper." They left the room, heads together in friendly conspiracy. Lily opened her mouth to say something, but then thought better of it and went back to her reading. When the guys showed signs of planning something stupid, it was best to leave them alone. *** Several weeks later, Remus was fretting over the potion simmering over his enchanted fire. "Are you sure you prepared the fluxweed properly?" he asked Sirius, who was lounging on the sofa across the room, casually oblivious to the wrinkles he was making in his dress robes. "Relax," he said. "It's taken care of." Remus had worried that he wouldn't be able to supervise that part of the potion-making process, which had to be done at the full moon. "You know, I admit you're smart, but the world doesn't come to a screeching halt every time you let your hair grow out," his friend admonished. Remus smiled weakly at one of his friends' many euphemisms for his condition. It was another reminder of how extremely lucky he was to have friends who did not judge him, or try to hide his "furry little problem" like the adults always had during his childhood. Presently, the door opened and Peter came in, a look of triumph on his round face. "I've got it," he said, digging into the pockets of his robes. His smile faded. "At least, I had it." Sirius sat up quickly. "You didn't lose it, did you?" "No! Here it is," he amended, reaching deep into his robes and pulling out a tiny phial, which he handed to Remus. Remus opened the phial and gingerly removed its contents: a short, dirty-blonde hair. "Did you have any trouble, Wormtail?" "Not much. The Cannons' dressing room seems to have quite an infestation; one more sneaky little rodent didn't catch their attention." "And you're sure it's Griswald's?" Peter smirked. "Unless he's got a tabby cat, it's definitely his." "Excellent." Sirius said. "Let's get down to business." "Are you sure you want to do this?" Remus asked. "I would volunteer, you know." "I'm sure. Besides, I'm better at Quidditch than both of you put together. I'd be more convincing." Remus nodded, and scooped a gobletfull of the bubbling liquid out of the cauldron. Once the hair had been added, it fizzed loudly and turned bright orange. He handed it to Sirius, who made a show of raising it up in a silent salute before taking a deep swig of Polyjuice Potion. *** Back at the reception, James disentangled himself from his bride long enough to see Remus returning from an extended bathroom break. "Where's my best man?" he asked, a bit of worry in his voice. "He disappeared right after the toast. Wouldn't tell me where he was going." Remus put his arm around James and steered him away from the room where, if his timing was correct, one of his best friends had just finished turning into a famous Quidditch star. "Listen, Sirius told me to tell you that he's feeling a bit under the weather. He's having a bit of a lie down right now, and hopefully he might feel better in an hour or so." James was anxious to see how Sirius was, but in a moment found himself distracted: by the arrival of Brian Griswald, who smiled broadly and clapped James on the back. They chatted at length about Quidditch and some of their most renowned plays, until Griswald suggested they break out the brooms and have a match. Those at the reception with athletic inclinations were eager to join in. James soon forgot that his best friend was absent; in fact, it seemed almost as if Padfoot was there all along, laughing behind James's back as if at a fiendish joke. Barely an hour had passed before Griswald looked at his watch and announced, with a touch of panic in his voice, that he really had to be going; he was late for a practice session. He waved cheerfully at James, winked at Remus, and Disapparated with a flourish. "It's funny," James remarked to Remus. "He makes me feel like we've known each other for years. You know, he even looks familiar. Are you okay?" he asked, as Remus had just choked on his drink. He didn't get a chance to answer, though, because just then Sirius walked in. "What did I miss?" he said, straightening his dress robes. "Oh, everything! We had just the greatest time with Brian," James said. "Brian, eh? So you're on first-name terms are you?" "Yeah, so what?" said James, almost defensively. "It's too bad he had to leave before you came back. I think you would have liked him." "Oh," Sirius smirked. "I dare say we have more in common then you might think." *** Many years later, it was Christmas Evening in Number 12, Grimmauld Place. Sirius paused in his story to take a sip of butterbeer. His gaze passed over the assembled party: there were the Weasleys, well, all except three of them; Hermione, easily the cleverest young witch he'd met; there was Remus, looking older and more serious than ever, but still as kind; there was Harry, his godson, and all he had left of the man who was more family to him than anyone who'd ever lived in this miserable house. "Well, there's not much left to the story," he continued. "We never did tell James what really happened. But what I've told you is more than just a hilarious tale of mischief- which it is. There's a deeper, more important truth here." Remus looked surprised. "What's that?" Harry leaned forward with a look of earnest curiosity. Sirius set down his bottle and looked at each of his guests again. "Well, as you can see from my story, I truly was the Potters' secret Keeper, after all." There were a few seconds of silence, and then several loud groans. The twins whooped, and someone's forehead banged on table. Molly shook her head and clucked disapprovingly. Remus simply smiled, his eyes crinkled at the corners. link to original story: http://www.phoenixsong.net/fanfiction/story/3160/
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2008 12:31 pm
Name: Scotties MiaKitty House: Gyrffindor Did you forget anything, Dear?
(original work)
I remember the day James was born. The world couldn't make up its mind. Did it want time to stop, or fly by? It kept changing its mind, and everytime it decided to slow down, Ginny was having contractions. Bad ones. The kind that made her squeeze my hand so hard, I thought she was going to break it. We seemed to sit in that hospital room forever, her screaming and squeezing my hand. You'd think, what with all the spells and such that people develop everyday, that there'd be some kind of spell that works like a muggle epidural, but no. There's pain reliever spells, but no epidural, so she was still hurting, because the spells didn't have enough kick. Then time would magically speed up whenever she was ok, or when Ron and Hermione would stop by, or when we were talking. It was awful, and all I could think was "Oh, God, when will it end?"
That morning started the way every morning did. I woke up, fixed some coffee and made breakfast, and brought it up to Ginny. She had gotten breakfast in bed for the past month and a half of her pregnancy, because I was trying to get her to take it easy. She had been annoyed abut it at first, saying she was capable of making breakfast herself, but I told her I wanted to. Sometimes I think she only agreed to it to appease me. I was trying so hard to keep her comfortable and take care of her, and it was starting to show. I was sleeping less. Between work and taking care of her, I had to much to do and not enough time to do it. It was almost unbearable. I managed, though, except every now and again I would fall asleep in my office or collapse on a chair while I was cleaning. I had fallen asleep almost instantly the night before, and Ginny hadn't woken me up all night, so I got plenty of sleep. Good thing, too, considering what was ahead of me. Now I look back and thank God I was able to sleep.
I brought her breakfast, and ate with her, feeding her most of her food and a little of mine. She looked tired, and I knew that she was having a hard time. The baby liked to kick and do loop-de-loops all night long, and then during the day liked to lay down right on her bladder so that she had to keep going to the bathroom all day. All in all, not an easy life. She was due in three days, so I was being sure to watch her carefully.After breakfast, she went to take a bath, and I went downstairs to get the house cleaned up before work. After about ten minutes, I heard her yell, "Harry! Quick, get up here!" I raced up the stairs, afraid she'd hurt herself, but when I got to the bathroom, she was sitting on the toilet, and looked fine, if a bit shocked. I asked what was wrong, and her response was...
"My water just broke."
I immediately sent an owl to the office saying I wasn't coming in, and started grabbing everything. We had packed it all up and put it together at the beginning of the week, but somehow everything had all managed to migrate away from everything else and wound up in the oddest of places. Her books we on top of the fridge, and her magazines were in the fridge. I don't know how they got there, but it took me forever to find them. Once I had managed to get everything ready, I threw it all in the car and put her in the backseat. I remember distinctly feeling as though I had forgotten something, but brushed the feeling off. We didn't have time for that, after all. Knowing me as well as she did, Ginny, even in the position she was in, noticed.
"Did you forget anything, Dear?" she asked. I told her that I thought I may have, but since I had forgotten it, it couldn't be that important.
We got to the hospital just as the first wave of bad contractions started, and she grabbed my hand hard. I gritted my teeth to keep from yelling, and signed her in, took care of all the paperwork and such. The whole time she was moaning and screaming, and they kept casting those pain reliever spells and potions, but they didn't seem to be working. She just kept yelling and screaming and squeezing my hand until I thought that the bones would be reduced to powder, and that I was going to have to spend the night with my old friend Skello-grow. She pulled it to her mouth and bit down on it so hard she broke the skin and made me bleed, while squeezing the upper arm. I have a scar from that now. I told the kids that I was attacked by a vampire.
Each time there was a break in the contractions, she would look at me and apologize for the things she was saying about me. Then, when they started again, she was back to cursing me. The whole of St. Mungos could here her, yelling that she hated me, and that once we got home she was going to 'make sure I couldn't do this again.' I suppose she was threatening to unman me, but she didn't mean it, so it doesn't matter. Honestly, if she had, I'd probably have been ok with it, for the simple fact that I hated seeing her in so much pain. I wished I could take her place and have the baby, so that she didn't have to hurt anymore. Of course, it didn't work that way, but if it had, I'd have done it in a heartbeat. I almost started to think that the baby wasn't worth seeing her hurting like this when the doctor told me that I had a son.
He handed him to me, and when I looked at him for the firsttime, I smiled. I could already tell that he was going to have my messy hair, and it made me smile. I kind of held him up to the ceiling, as if I was showing him to my parents, asking if they wanted to hold him. Somehow, I could feel them holding him, as if all three of us had him in our arms at once. I could feel their love for him, and their pride, and could amost see my fathers smile. The same smile I had on my face. I wondered if, when he got older, if he would smile that same smile. If his green eyes would shine like mine do when I look at Ginny. If he would be like me or his mother. I small part of me laughed, wondering if he would marry his best friends sister. I stood there, holding him for what felt like forever, marveling that he was my little boy, and feeling much like I imagine my father had when I had been born. Finally Ginny's voice broke through my thoughts.
"Harry, let me see him." She said. I brought him over, and gave him to her, and she smiled sweetly down at him. The corners of her eyes crinkled, and she told me that he looked just like his father. I smiled a little, and asked if that was a good thing. She laughed lightly, and told me that it was a very good thing. The nurse came in with the birth certificate, and asked for his name. I wasn't even paying attention when I gave her the name that Ginny and I had decided on from the beginning. I was too busy looking at what was, at the time, the best sight I had ever seen.
Unfortunately, I forgot the camera.I would like the July 2007 letter if I win... Edited to correct the name of Harry's son, to put a space between Ginny's and voice, and misspellings of 'reliever' and Unfortunately.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2008 1:35 am
This thread is closed for further entries!
It's time to pick your favorite and
Comments and Questions about the Entries, are welcome, though!
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LadyHealingHands Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jul 10, 2008 10:07 am
it was really hard to choose! My favorites were a sentimental side and ust us guys though.
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