Writing Rosencrantz

Moving journals!

2009-05-05T19:34:08Z

Anyone that's followed this journal, is well aware that I haven't written very much in quite some time. I've decided that it's time for a change and am going to begin writing again. The problem is of course that this journal is just not the right place to do so. cerridwen666 was my first journal on LiveJournal and carries a great deal of memories, both good and bad, that I wish to stay where they are. In the past.

So, everything I've done thus far will be left here and anything I write after today will be posted in bestleftwritten. My main journal is riprosencrantz for anyone from here that doesn't already know. Anyone here is welcome to friend either or both journal.

As for bestleftwritten, all fandom work will be public and you may see old work done by myself as cerriden666 edited and posted there as well. All of my original work will be posted under friends lock. I'm grateful for the time spent writing under this name and I learned a great deal in my fandom time here, but it's time to really move on.

Thank you everyone that ever read or commented on anything I ever wrote and thank you to all of the friends that I made and lost over those few years.

Walking (Harry Potter, G)

2008-12-08T17:49:05Z

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: It's been over a year since I've written anything for this fandom, more specifically, for this pairing, but I wrote this as a third person role play sample, and thought it good enough place on my fandom journal. Feedback is love.
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Remus lounges, relaxed as he leans against the back of a bench, watching the massive black dog as he dashes through the leaves piled on the grass, scattered gold and red across the path and into the air. Gloved hands warmed with a flask of hot whisky as he takes a slow sip, the liquid warming his body instantly. A thin layer of snow and frost cover the ground, melting quickly in the sun, ground peppered with paw prints.

He’s already anticipating the glare that he’ll receive from Molly and the lecture from Alastor over this breach in security, but he can’t bring himself to care. Shivering, he exhales sharply, breath fogging the air in front of his face for a second, and steaming up his glasses. There were things that he needed to be doing besides dog walking, his next trip to Albania and the meeting tonight being the most imminent.

Murmuring defensive spells softly under his breath, he empties the flask, and shifts to rest one hand on the bench, crossing his ankles. “Padfoot, come,” the command is soft, and he regrets it instantly as Sirius stops in the middle of disrupting a fifth carefully gathered pile of leaves, and gives him a hard look before returning to his side.

He has a moment of indecision, the defiant desire to stay here just a bit longer rising. He quells it with some difficulty, giving Sirius a strained smile as he pushes himself off the back of the bench. Pocketing the flask, he takes the path that will lead them back to Grimmauld Place, Sirius at his heels.

Proud (X-Men Evolution; PG)

2008-11-15T06:28:30Z

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Marvel. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Feedback is love.
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His momma had always told him that if you couldn't be cool, then you had to be feared. She'd repeated it to him almost like a manatra when he'd come home from school and she'd hand him a dishrag filled with ice. It'd been as cold and biting as the ice, but he'd remembered it, reciting it to himself during the toughest of times. He'd said it during the middle of the night when they'd try to pretend they were a normal family and weren't one paycheque away from eviction. It'd been the last thing his momma had told him before she left and he was stealing money because he was too young to work and couldn't stay in the orphanage.

Life wasn't easy after that, but he survived. It was in his nature to survive. Just like his momma survived by leaving him. He'd never been angry about that, nah, she was in heaven with the angels or whatever. That was a lot easier to accept when you were lifting wallets because no one gave money to the ugly kids on the street. School had been tough, but he scrapped by, too much energy wasted on finding a meal, and a sort of warm place for the night to sleep to care about homework. He learned how to pretend to love being a freak of nature, how to use it to his advantage, and pretened that he was cool with being able to pick flies off the wall with his tongue. It didn't take long for Todd to realize that maybe being feared could mean just spitting on them and running.

High school was a whole new serious of problems and promises. His grades were worse and stealing was more an art now than a need to survive, but he got by for nearly a year. Then Mystique found him.

He still wasn't cool and he certainly wasn't feared, but he could almost pretend. Momma would have been proud.

Where Are We Going From Here: A Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright Fanmix

2008-11-03T04:51:26Z

A bit of a tribute to my favorite main pairing in the Gyakuten Saiban fandom chronicling through my personal headcanon for the pairing from GS1 through GS4.

Dedicated to disbelieves/turnaboutmemoir, shahni/edgedrevival, and llamaramauk/professeurdeloi (for having a hilariously close headcanon to me in this).

Where Are We Going From Here
I. All You Wanted - Michelle Branch
[ GS1. This song is really sort of a mixture of Miles to his father and Phoenix to Miles. ]
I wanted to be like you
I wanted everything
So I tried to be like you
And I got swept away

I didn't know that it was so cold
And you needed someone
to show you the way
So I took your hand and we figured out
That when the tide comes
I'd take you away
full lyrics || download

II. Savin' Me - Nickelback
[ GS1. Another song that really sort of defines itself and its place on this fanmix. ]
Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me
full lyrics || download

III. You Owe Me Nothing In Return - Alanis Morissette
[ GS1. I think this is pretty self explanatory. ]
You owe me nothing for giving the love that I give
You owe me nothing for caring the way that I have
I give you thanks for receiving it's my privilege
And you owe me nothing in return
full lyrics || download

IV. In Repair - John Mayer
[ GS2. I think this song portrays Edgeworth's attitude while he was missing. ]
Too many shadows in my room
Too many hours in this midnight
Too many corners in my mind
So much to do to set my heart right
Oh it's taking so long I could be wrong, I could be ready
Oh but if i take my heart's advice
I should assume it's still unsteady
I am in repair, I am in repair
full lyrics || download

V. I Can Do It Without You - Kaiser Chiefs
[ GS2. And here's Phoenix's point of view during the second game. ]
I'm in tunnel to the north again
Everybody has to talk on the train.
And if you've got nothing thats clever to say,
Nobody's listening to you anyway.

'Cos I can do it, I can do it, I can do it, I can do it without you.
I can do it, I can do it, I can do it, I can do it without you.
But it wouldn't be very good.
full lyrics || download

VI. Bite My Tongue - Reliant K
[ GS2. Mildly cracky, but hey, fights happen and what better time for it than when Phoenix playing the jilted lover role. ]
And sometimes I say things that
I wish that I could take back
The most crucial thing I lack is the thing called "tact"
And if you're always so intently listening
Then the smartest thing to say
Is to tell myself not to say a thing
full lyrics || download

VII. Over My Head (Cable Car) - The Fray
[ GS3/GS4. This was mostly for the chorus, but the rest of the song catches them after Phoenix's disbarment. ]
Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind
full lyrics || download

VIII. Collide - Howie Day
[ GS3. Because I need something sappy and I love, love, love this song. <3 ]
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah

I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
full lyrics || download

IX. Honestly - Cartel
[ GS3. Another sweeter song for them. It can hold to Phoenix or Miles really so this would be a song for both of them. ]
Please don't mind what I'm trying to say 'cause I'm, I'm being honest
When I tell you that you
You're part of the reason I'm so set on the rest of my life
Being a part of you
You tell me what you think about being open,
About being honest with yourself

'Cause things will never be the same.

So I guess I'll see you, I'll see you around
I'm spinning while I'm falling down
Now you know why I'm begging you to stay
full lyrics || download

X. Secret Smile - Semisonic
[ GS3. Do I really have to explain all of these? ]
Nobody knows it but you've got a secret smile
And you use it only for me
Nobody knows it but you've got a secret smile
And you use it only for me
full lyrics || download

XI. Easy Silence - Dixie Chicks
[ GS3. Another mushy song (yes, this is mushy for them). ]
When the calls and conversations
Accidents and accusations
Messages and misperceptions
Paralyze my mind

Busses, cars, and airplanes leaving
Burning fumes of gasoline
And everyone is running
And I come to find a refuge in the

Easy silence that you make for me
It's okay when there's nothing more to say to me
And the peaceful quiet you create for me
And the way you keep the world at bay for me
The way you keep the world at bay
full lyrics || download

XII. Listen To Your Heart - DHT
[ GS4. My fanon at play here. After the Enigmar trial ends with him being accused of forging evidence and he finds himself about to lose his badge, Phoenix calls Miles in Europe, informing him of the events. In a fit of angry stubbornness, he tells Miles not to return to Los Angeles for his hearing, ends their relationship, and the call. Ack, tl;dr. ]
Listen to your heart
when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart
there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going
and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye.
full lyrics || download

XIII. Goodbye Again - Vertical Horizon
[ GS4. Continuing from the last song. ]
I guess I don't know what's left to say
Hear me out
All of the dreams of yesterday
keep breaking me down
What's on the outside
can you say?
Am I getting carried away

It's in your mind
It's in your eyes
So it's goodbye again
It's way past time
for one last try
So it's goodbye again

Goodbye again...
full lyrics || download

XIV. Best I Ever Had (Grey Sky Morning) - Vertical Horizon
[ GS4. See lyrics. ~~I love Vertical Horizon~~~ ]
So you stole my world
Now I'm just a phony
Remembering the girl
Leaves me down and lonely

Send it in a letter
Make yourself feel better

But it's not so bad
You're only the best I ever had
You don't need me back
You're just the best I ever had
full lyrics || download

XV. Photo - Ryan Cabrera
[ GS4. Do you really have to ask after the last few songs? ]
When you told me that you loved me
were those just words
You can't tell me you don't need me
and I know that hurts
'Cause I'm looking at your picture
'Cause it's all I've got
Maybe one day
You and me will have one more shot
full lyrics || download

XVI. Goodnight L.A. - Counting Crows
[ GS4. I blame loosewiring for this one. Hobo!Phoenix. ]
I said goodnight L.A.
Cause I’m awake in my room
I’ve been up for thirty-eight hours
And it don’t look like sleep’s coming soon

'Cause I could break like a bird
Or I could swallow the sea
It seems like the daylight is coming
No one is watching but me

But I don’t mind the dark
Discovering the day
Cause the night is a beautiful bright blue and gray

What brings me down now is love
Cause I can never get enough
full lyrics || download

XVII. Someone Still Believes In You - Mary Beth Maziarz
[ GS4. As in my fanon, Edgeworth does come back. ]
You must be so sad to be pushing us away
What makes you so mad and jaded
You're still so young, please don't give up like this
We need you around and you seem to be fading

Cause I remember when your spirit shone
And smiling, you'd light up a room
Lately you move in shadows
But please know, that someone still believes in you
full lyrics || download

XVIII. We Can Work It Out - The Beatles
[ GS4. Because every fanmix I make is going to have a Beatles song on it. ]
Try to see it my way
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
While you see it your way
There's a chance that we may fall apart before too long
We can work it out
We can work it out

Life is very short, and there's no time
For fussing and fighting, my friend
I have always thought that it's a crime
So I will ask you once again
full lyrics || download

XIX. Sorry - Buckcherry
[ GS4. Make up songs ftw? ]
Oh I had a lot to say was thinking on my time away
I missed you and things weren't the same

'Cause everything inside it never comes out right
And when I see you cry it makes me want to die
I'm sorry I'm bad, I'm sorry I'm blue, I'm sorry about all things I said to you
full lyrics || download

XX. Grazed Knees - Snow Patrol
[ GS4. Yes, another make up song. ]
Just say you love me now
And forget this whole row
Just save your energy
For making up with me
full lyrics || download

XXI. Second Chance - Trisha Year Wood
[ GS4. Because I'm a sap. ]
Just close your eyes
Reach for the moment
Before it slips by
Here is your second chance
Take it and fly
full lyrics || download

XXII. Where Are We Going From Here - Blackmore's Night
[ GS4. The general attitude of what happens now that Phoenix's name has been cleared. ]
On a long road, miles to go
Its winding and cold and its covered with snow
But I ask you what we all want to know
Where are we going from here...

Lines on my face , lines on my hands
Lead to a future I don't understand
Some things don't go as they're planned...
Where are we going from here...
full lyrics || download

Evidence (Ace Attorney, G)

2008-02-02T03:52:04Z

Pairing(s): Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Capcom. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Feedback is love.
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Phoenix coughed, tightening his grip on Miles hand, collapsing to his knees on the upturned dirt beside the grave he had just half climbed out of, half been unburied from. An EMT was at his side, trying to tend to the gunshot wound in his left shoulder caked with dirt, while trying to urge him to his feet and toward the ambulance.

“You really are some sort of fabulous retard, Wright,” Edgeworth said, smiling as he attempted to pull his hand out of Phoenix’s grip.

Nick attempted to tighten his grip, but failed. His hand dropped to his side as Miles stepped back to allow the EMT room to work. He grinned.

“Well, maybe next time I’ll actually remember not to show valuable evidence to the guy that did it.”

“That might be for the best.”

Dead Like Me (Dead Like Me/Ace Attorney, G)

2008-02-01T02:26:45Z

Pairing(s): Miles Edgeworth/Phoenix Wright
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Capcom. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Drabble idea for what could possibly be a longer fic. Crossover between Phoenix Wright and Dead Like Me. Feedback is love.
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M. Edgeworth
210 West Temple Street
ETD 12:17pm

Miles Edgeworth was having a very bad day. The first thing was that he had been late for court, having to rush in at the last minute and having to endure the smirk that Wright had shot him from across the court room. After that he had proceeded to lose his case due to some rather ridiculous loop hole that he half suspected Wright had pulled out of thin air. The only good thing that had happened so far had been leaving the courthouse with Wright, Maya and Pearl trailing behind them.

Then he died.

And honestly, that just made it a very, very bad day.

“He must have really hated you,” remarked the woman standing beside him, dressed in baggy clothes, blood soaking into the bottoms of her jeans from the puddle of blood on the ground.

“Perhaps he was an admirer,” Miles remarked sardonically, not really caring for this turn of events at all. Honestly - a bat to the head - that was how he died? He decided that Wright wasn’t very attractive when he cried and it was hardly the last image he wanted in his head of the defense attorney. “Isn’t this usually the part where you lead me to my eternal damnation or am I to suffer an eternity with you?”

“With me, love,” she remarked with a cocky grin. “You’re a reaper now.”

A Year in Review Fic Meme 2007

2008-01-08T06:42:13Z

Favourite story this year: Secrets. I didn't write very much that I'm really happy with, but this was one piece that I did really like and considering how hard I took it when it was insulted, I should think that meant it was important to me. Or something.

My best story this year: Secrets. Back when I was still rather active in the Remus/Sirius fandom, I know this fic recieved a lot more positive attention than I expected. Also Scrabble made a bit of a splash which really surprised me. I love Dumbledore/Harry and I don't know why. <3

Most underappreciated by the universe, in my opinion: Water. I think only...three people like this ship anyways so only three people read it. This includes myself. XD

Most fun story: Pet. It was fun writing a sort of crack fic for Final Fantasy XII. Storm Elements are scary fucks.

Sexiest story: Giggles. This was actually a difficult choice because I actually started to write porn so I want to mention Demonstration and Water. Both fics are sexy in their own right but they're for Mulciber/Teddy and that's a pairing that's liked by three people. Moody/Tonks has a few more fans. Not many, but a few. ^^;;

"Holy crap, that's wrong, even for you" story: Demonstration. You have to admit Mulciber (ie. the Imperius Curse Death Eater guy) and Teddy Lupin is a rather out of nowhere pairing and sort of "That's wrong, even for you," in that I never used to write random, out of left field, pairings.

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: Secrets. I love this version of Sirius. So much.

Hardest story to do: Observations in Pears. Not only was it Final Fantasy VII, but it was Cid Highwind and Vincent Valentine subtext. Vincent is such a difficult fucking character to write and Cid's not all that easy either. I struggled with that drabble for ages.

Biggest disappointment: Skirt. I wanted so much more for that drabble...

Biggest surprise: Secrets.

Most telling story: Not Really Sure. I think that sort of showed my...dislike for the James/Spica pairing rather well. v.v

A story I want remembered: Secrets.

cerridwen666 @ 2007-10-27T15:39:00

2007-10-27T20:40:12Z

Happy birthday, pridefulpenguin! <3

Giggles (Harry Potter, R)

2007-10-18T01:55:10Z

Pairing(s): Alastor Moody/Nymphadora Tonks
Summary: Tonks has a case of the giggles at the exact wrong moment.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Feedback is love.
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Tonks threw back her head, clapping a hand over her mouth to stifle the sudden giggles that threatened to spill past her lips. She must have made some sound though because Alastor stopped his movements and she had to fight the urge to whine about how close she was, but his sudden growl had her tensing up again, a moan catching in the back of her throat. Then suddenly the damn giggles were back.

“Dora?” Alastor asked, managing to sound simultaneously annoyed and worried at the same time.

“Sorry,” she managed from behind her hand, gasping as Alastor shifted his hip against her’s, pressing deeper into her body. Snickering madly, she tilted her hips, urging him to continue, teetering on the brink of orgasm. “Sorry.”

“What are ya on about?” his hand pressed into the mattress near her head as he moved faster and suddenly she mewled, muscles clenching around him, hand gripping his shoulder tightly as he growled low in his throat.

A few minutes later she started giggling again and, with a growl, Alastor kissed her.

Scrabble (Harry Potter, G)

2007-10-11T01:25:15Z

Pairing(s): Albus Dumbledore/Harry Potter
Summary: There were nights when they didn’t have lessons.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Yes I went there. Feedback is love.
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There were nights when they didn’t have lessons; when Harry would simply go to Dumbledore’s office and they would talk over drinks and a game. Dumbledore was always finding some new Muggle game to play that Harry had never played before. Tonight it was Scrabble and Harry had turned down the offer of butterbeer in favor of hot chocolate. They played late into the night, ignoring the threat of Voldemort, if only for the moment.

It was easy to slip into a veneer of peace for just this moment and talk of other, more pleasant things; the places Dumbledore had visited over the years, how Professor McGonagall had been a caused no end of trouble when she had been a student at Hogwarts, the way the sun had hit the lake and the snow covered grounds the morning before.

“Well,” Albus said suddenly, the humor evident in his voice as he set down his mug and stood, “it appears, Harry, that I have kept you away from Gryffindor tower for far too long.”

“Huh?” Harry glanced out the window and saw that the sky was indeed several shades of purple lighter as the sun neared the horizon. “Oh,” he tried to keep the disappointment from his voice at the prospect of leaving.

“As it is a Hogsmeade weekend, I am certain you will wish to go to the village with your friends rather than remain here to finish our game,” Albus gestured to the game board between them, still standing, and Harry’s heart leapt into his throat.

“If it would be okay, Sir, I’d like to stay here,” Harry said. “To finish the game, of course,” he finished lamely, embarrassed.

Dumbledore lowered himself back into the chair.

“You are not tired?”

Harry shook his head.

“Would…could I stay here? Just for today?” he asked in a sudden rush of nerves.

Dumbledore gazed at him from over the edges of his spectacles, looking contemplatively at Harry from across the table. Harry resisted the urge to fidget under his gaze, staring at the Scrabble tiles in front of him.

“Perhaps,” said Dumbledore slowly and he sounded cheerful again. “Let us finish our game and see where that leads us, Harry.”

Glee!

2007-10-05T05:43:45Z

Tim, Johnny, Helen, Alan, I love you.

Playing With Fire (Harry Potter, PG)

2007-10-01T02:47:38Z

Pairing(s): past James/Teddy, Mulciber/Teddy
Summary: Teddy thinks on the past and future.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Feedback is love. Inspired by a lovely fic by a friend titled Push Me.
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James Potter was like fire. Burning brightly in the back of Teddy’s mind since he was six-years-old and following Teddy as he stumbled and tripped over rocks behind his godfather’s house, chattering away. James was cocky smiles and bold declarations. James was heartbreak and a love so frightening obsessive that Teddy could almost taste it.

“Theodore…” Dameon purred his name, sending a shiver down his back and he looked up from the letter he had been trying to write for nearly a week.

Dameon Mulciber was cold in all of the ways that James was hot. Warm in ways that James couldn’t even understand at the tender age of sixteen. He was desire instead of lust. Devotion rather than obsession. Dameon's actions spoke volumes more than James’ ever had and his smiles were rarer.

“Yes?” Teddy sighed contently as Dameon put one arm around him from behind, pressing his lips to Teddy’s throat.

James had been fire, yes, but Dameon was home.

Writing Meme (G - NC-17)

2007-09-23T10:15:19Z

Challenge: Pick up a book, one with more than 100 pages, and take the first sentence off of each page; 10, 20, 30, etc. Repeat until you have 10 quotes then take those quotes and write drabbles based on or inspired by them.

Pairing(s): Mulciber/Teddy
Warning(s): Mpreg, Pony Play, mentions of pedophilia between two consenting adults and zoophilia, knife play, and blood play.
Author’s Note: The novel I chose (Dragonlance Chronicles by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman) is roughly 1300 pages long so I took the first sentence from every 100 pages. This took me for fucking ever, but I did it. I win. ^^

Notes: This is also for drabbles100
For a moment, panic engulfed Caramon.
The Dementor’s harsh breathing sent a chill of fear down Teddy’s back. There were voices in his head; pale eyes and black hair and he remembered the sharp pains and blood between his legs. A sob caught in his throat and the sudden panic was threatening to overwhelm him, his wand hand shaking furiously as the memory played itself through his head.

Instinctively his hand pressed to his stomach and he very nearly curled to protect the unborn child that had died so long ago as the nearest Dementor moved toward him, skeletal fingers reaching for him, mouth ready for a kiss.

“Theodore,” a warm, rough hand on his shaking arm and then, “Expecto Patronum!”

The silver Thestral rushed forward, wings beating the air as it charged the Dementors, sending them back into the Forbidden Forest and leaving Teddy and Dameon Mulciber standing at its edge. The Patronus turned around, walking across the grass toward the two men, its soothing presence calming Mulciber’s nerves as it neared them and faded away.

“Are you alright?” Dameon asked gently, feeling Teddy’s body shaking as he wrapped his arms around him from behind.

Teddy shook his head, mousy brown hair covering his face as he cried.

Notes: This is also for drabbles100
“That’s horsehair,” he said, pointing to the tassel.
“Step,” Mulciber ordered.

Teddy looked over his shoulder at him, eyes widening at the simple request.

“I can’t walk in these things!” he said, wondering what Dameon would do if he slipped out of the handcuffs that were keeping his hands behind his back.

He cried out as the tip of the riding crop that Dameon was holding struck the left cheek of his arse, nearly unbalancing him.

“Step,” Mulciber growled.

Teddy lifted his head, tilting his chin up as he had been instructed; black hair cascading down his back like a mane, and tried to keep his balance in the pony boots as he took his first step.

“You’re a real twisted son of a bitch.”

“Shall I get the bit, Theodore?”

The conversation ceased.
Teddy felt all eyes on him at the Hufflepuff table suddenly and he wondered for a moment if he’d woken up with a pig snout and not noticed. He reached up absently to touch his nose. Perfectly normal nose like the one he’d seen on his father in the pictures that Harry showed him.

“Your hair’s pink,” breathed Amanda Wagner finally.

“What?” Teddy tilted his head up, as if doing so would make it possible to see hair absently. Without really thinking about it, the strands lengthened, falling into his eyes – vibrant, bubblegum pink. Several nearby students cried out in alarm. “Oh, yeah sometimes the color’ll change without me even thinking about it really.”

He realized suddenly that every eye in the Great Hall was on him and wondered if it was at all possible to sink through the stone floor.

Notes: This is also for drabbles100
“Riverwind, take the others on ahead,” Tanis ordered.
“Ron, take the others on ahead,” Harry said quietly, glancing back at his godson, still in his Auror robes and standing next to the imposing figure of Dameon Mulciber, speaking quietly to him. “I’ll stay behind with Teddy and him.”

Ron cast a dark look at Mulciber before he helped Smith out of the room, Williams following behind him, wand at the ready. Harry leaned against the wall, eyes flicking between his godson and the door. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it was clear from the way Teddy’s brown hair streaked with blue, that when he had spoken about having connections with the underground, it had been through Mulciber.

Harry gritted his teeth and reminded himself to give Teddy a lecture about trusting Death Eaters. Just because the war was over and certain people had been cleared didn’t mean they could be trusted.

The dragon sighed, flexed his huge wings, and lifted his ponderous body from the warm, soothing waters of the hot springs.
“You think it’s safe for him to be that close?” Harry asked, looking a bit wary as the week old dragon snapped at Teddy, its pearly eyes watching the green haired boy as he attempted to pet it.

“Well, if he loses a finger, it’ll be a good learning experience,” Charlie held up his left hand on which he had five fingers. “Lost four fingers my first week here you know.”

Harry grimaced.

“I’d rather my godson did-” he was cut off by a loud snapping sound and the painful crunch of bones.

Harry’s eyes widened as Teddy sobbed, blood dripping down his arm. Charlie tried to look apologetic as one of the nearby healers rushed over to the six-year-old, wand out.

“Learning experience?” Harry asked faintly.

Notes: This is also for drabbles100
She reached out her hand.
Dameon stared at the tiny body lying in the cradle by the side of the bed. Teddy lay curled under the comforter on the bed, hair a deep emerald green as he slept, his body still in the female form he had had for the last nine months. A tiny hand was fisted into the blue blanket that Poppy had wrapped the newborn in. Mulciber slowly lowered himself to the floor beside the cradle and almost without thinking, took the tiny hand in his own, nearly smiling as her fingers curled around one of his.

Notes: This is also for drabbles100
When Theros returned, his dark face was somber.
“Hello, stranger,” Teddy purred, blonde hair curling around his shoulders, female body dressed in a leather mini dress and knees high boots, his usual features replaced by a long faced woman several years Teddy’s senior.

“Theodore…” Dameon gave him a somber glare and Teddy allowed his face to return to its usual female features, hair turning dark blue. He leaned forward, ignoring the looks he was getting from a few wizards nearby.

“Better?”

“Yes,” Teddy growled as he leaned against Dameon’s side, one hand on the back of his neck, nails scratching along the skin there while the other hand rested on his chest.

“Dance with me,” he said, kissing Dameon’s neck.

“I do not dance, Theodore.”

“Oh come on. Just one dance and I’ll let you take me home,” he dragged his nails down Dameon’s chest.

“I could take you home now…” Dameon threatened, trailing off into silence as Teddy’s nails continued their downward path.

“You could,” Teddy teased, “but I’d cry. I’ve been looking forward to coming here for weeks. Dance with me, please?”

“Theodore,” a sharp intake of breath as Teddy’s fingers rubbed him through the cloth of his trousers and Teddy’s teeth sank into his neck. “Very well…”

Teddy grinned, pulling his hand away from Dameon’s lap and cupping his cheek, kissing him chastely before he pulled him onto the dance floor.

Tas swallowed, trying to get a bitter taste out of his mouth.</i>
“You get used to it,” Christ said sagely. “Or you just don’t suck guys off.”

Teddy made a face from where he was laying upside down on the sofa, his legs thrown over the back, jeans and t-shirt looking as if he’s slept in them, which was likely. Absently he twirled his wand in his right hand, humming snatches of songs.

“Does it always taste like that?” Teddy asked curiously.

“Depends on the guy and what he eats and all of that. You know fruit and stuff make it taste better,” Christ grinned from where he was sitting on the floor. “Bet a meat eater’d taste like shite though.”

Teddy punched him in the shoulder hard and a few moments later, Christ had dragged Teddy from the chair and they were wrestling. It ended with Christ on his stomach, Teddy’s knee digging into his arse, his arms locked behind his back and Teddy’s wand pressed to his temple.

“Judy, how’d you do that? I’m bigger than you,” Christ asked.

Teddy released him, panting slightly, shoving him hard into the floor.

“Don’t call me Judy and I’m learning Muggle fighting techniques, remember,” he reminded him, running his fingers through his hair, pushing the forest green strands out of his face.

Christ turned over onto his back and Teddy collapsed forward across his stomach, grinning.

“Whatever, when your next boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever won’t go down on you because you can’t bear the thought of eating a pineapple, you can go cry on someone else’s shoulder, Judy. Ow, fuck, you bit me!”

Teddy sat up, licking the drop of blood off his lower lip away, smirking.

“You’re a bad friend, Christ, now play Final Fantasy X and make it up to me.”

Christ sat up.

“I’d say you were a sick bastard, but that’d be the pot calling the kettle black,” he grumbled, touching the bite mark on his hip.

“I’m not the one that wants to get fucked by his dog,” Teddy teased.

“You’re the one that willingly put himself into the body of an eleven-year-old for his girlfriend. Though maybe it’s Vic that’s got the problem on that one,” Teddy picked up one of the cordless X-Box controllers from the floor, chucking it at Christ and hitting him in the shoulder.

“Don’t say shit about Victoire. We didn’t actually have sex when I was like that. She was just curious.”

“But she did spank you,” Christ said, rubbing his shoulder, smirking. “Did she call you a bad boy too? Take points from Hufflepuff?”

“Fuck you.”

“Just admit it, you want to be punished, Judy,” Teddy knocked Christ to the ground again with a growl.

“Don’t call me that, you ass!”

Sunlight flashed from the point of the dragonlance.
Sunlight flashed across the surface of the lake as Teddy lay on his stomach at the edge of the water, reaching out occasionally to create tiny ripples with his fingers.

“Knew I’d find you out here sulking,” Christ dropped down into the grass beside him.

“Victoire asked me out,” Teddy said after several minutes, during which Christ worked on a sudoku puzzle and Teddy pulled up clumps of grass.

“Well, she’s good looking and she barely spoke to you last year so why don’t you tell me the real problem.”

“Michael Smith kissed me before the game.”

“Did you snog him back?”

“No. Told him to find a new keeper if he was going to pull that shit,” Teddy replied, looking angry.

“So, what’re you so depressed about?”

“I’m not depressed, I’m brooding. It’s different,” Christ nodded.

“All right then,” Christ collapsed backwards onto the grass beside Teddy, pencil scratching across the page of the sudoku book. Teddy hummed softly; singing a few lines aloud when Christ tapped him across the back with his pencil upon recognizing the song he was humming, glad for the silent company.

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“Have you, young knight?” Astinus asked imperturbably.
“I’ve been hoping you’d do this again,” Teddy said softly, lying on his back in the middle of the bed, Dameon kneeling over him, taking the small knife that Teddy had retrieved from Dameon’s coat only moments before.

The side of the blade caressed the skin of Teddy’s thigh and he shifted slightly, eyes falling closed, hair turning from black to a soft dark blue. Dameon ran his fingers through the long strands, leaning down to kiss the shell of Teddy’s ear.

“Have you?” Dameon purred.

“Yes,” Teddy answered, his voice just above a whisper, hands in Dameon’s hair, pulling him so that he could kiss him. Too much tongue and far too little teeth he decided.

Dameon smirked, pressing his lips to Teddy’s throat.

“Where first?” he asked, pulling the knife away.

Teddy’s eyes opened, focusing on him and one hand reached for Dameon’s wrist, leading him to one of the newest scars on his chest, the long slash running from his left shoulder to the middle of his stomach, ugly and raw. Even now, it was still only just healed, making movement and even breathing painful at times.

“Here,” Teddy said, his voice firm.

Dameon frowned, turning the knife in his hand so that the sharp blade pressed against Teddy’s shoulder.

“Are you certain?” he asked.

Teddy cocked one eyebrow at him and then his eyes shut, a moan fighting to escape from his mouth as the blade reopened the wound. A moment later a warm tongue lapping up the blood and fingers through hair, petting him. Teddy ignored the sting of tears as they threatened to spill.

Skirt (Harry Potter, G)

2007-09-07T18:30:50Z

Pairing(s): Remus/Sirius
Summary: Sometimes words are required.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by ---. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Sequel to Secrets and once again dealing with transsexuality. Don't like, don't read. Feedback is love.
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When Remus walked into the sixth year dorms, he wasn’t expecting to find Sirius in such a compromising position. The look of utter humiliation in Sirius’s eyes was enough to keep him from commenting as he closed the door behind him, hoping that the match against Ravenclaw lasted a few more hours.

“I thought you were at the match,” Sirius muttered, eyes looking at everything that wasn’t Remus.

“And I thought you were too sick to go? You look very pretty,” Remus said mildly.

Sirius, still looking humiliated, managed a small, pleased smile at that.

“Yeah?” Remus nodded.

“What made you decide to,” Remus gestured at the skirt and sweater set that Sirius was wearing, noting that Sirius had actually nicked a bra as well and stuffed it.

“Um,” Sirius rubbed his arm absently.

”Stupid question right?”

Sirius smirked and Remus crossed the room, wrapping one arm around Sirius’s waist, kissing him chastely on the lips, glad that Sirius had forgone makeup. The tension in Sirius’s frame lessened some and he reached up, cupping Remus’s cheek with one hand. Remus was aware suddenly that Sirius was growing his nails out as well.

“So,” Sirius sounded nervous and Remus very nearly kissed him again, determined to win back the confidence in Sirius that he admired so much that always seemed to disappear when they spoke of this, “you don’t mind?”

Remus arched an eyebrow and reached up to brush a strand of hair out of Sirius’s face.

“Why would I mind, Sirius?” he asked and before Sirius could respond, kissed him again. “You look beautiful.”

Pairing meme because Ty is bored

2007-08-21T02:14:55Z

Comment with the name/title of a fandom I'm aware of, no matter how obvious you think the answers will be, and I'll reply to you with the relationships - canon or not - from it that I ship (crack ships work as well). I'll give favorite romantic relationships as well as favorite platonic ones. Also, you're free to reply in subthreads and ask me why I ship or don't ship something.

Lecture (Harry Potter, G)

2007-08-19T06:26:53Z

Pairing(s): Oliver/Percy
Summary: The French Revolution was never as interesting as Percy made it sound.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Feedback is love.
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“These, then, are the social causes that acted as a breeding ground for the grievances and passions the Revolution would unleash. But there are a few other causes, equally important, that are also worth our attention,” picking up a piece of chalk, he started to write the words out on the blackboard, ignoring the shifts and murmurs behind him.

“Royal Absolutism,” he said, drawing a long line beneath the words. “Eighteenth century France was, in theory, an absolute monarch. Royal absolutism was produced as a result of the Hundred Years’ War.”

The door opened and he glanced briefly at the brunet that had just slipped into the room. A wide smile was directed at him as Oliver, wearing a blue and gold Puddlemere sweater and a pair of frayed denims. Percy didn’t miss a beat in his lecture.

“By the early 18th century, French kings had nearly succeeded in wrestling all power from the nobility,” he paused, listening to the whispers behind him, and shook his hair out of his eyes before continuing. “Thanks in part to the effort of Louis the fourteenth, absolute monarchy was, in both theory and practice, a reality. France had no Parliament.

“However,” he glanced carefully at his watch; five minutes, “France did have an Estates General, which was a semi-representative institution in that it was composed of representatives from each of the Three Estates. The last time the Estates General had been convened was in sixteen-fourteen.”

He stopped, tapping the board with the chalk for a moment and then shook his head.

“Was the Estates General a truly representative body?” He imaged a few people might be raising their hands behind his back, but he ignored them. “Hardly. The way the French administered the country was through a bloated bureaucracy of officials. By seventeen-fifty the bureaucracy had overgrown itself. It was too large, corrupt, and inefficient. Too many officials had bought and sold their offices over the years.

“Furthermore, despite the efforts of Charlemagne in the ninth century, France had no single, unified system of law. Each region determined its own law based on the rule of the local Parlement.”

He stopped, staring at the notes and listening to the whispers.

“I do hope you are all writing this down,” he said crossly. “I will continue this lecture tomorrow.”

Within five minutes the room was empty of students and Percy was cleaning off the board with a quick spell.

“That was very enlightening,” Oliver said with a grin.

“Do you even know what I was talking about?” Percy asked, turning around finally.

“Not a clue.”

Dropping In

2007-08-17T18:01:18Z

So here it is in potterpuffs form, Oliver and Percy from my fic Dropping In. I'll likely make some icons out of these at some point or another. Maybe. *shifty-eyes*

The Butterfly Effect (Harry Potter, G) drabble

2007-08-12T07:23:13Z

A scene that takes place much later in a new story that I've begun work on. I couldn't help writing this at the moment and so I'll share. Drabbles after all are just so much fun. So, to set the scene, after seeing a vision of Sirius being tortured in the Ministry of Magic by Voldemort, Harry, Ron, and Hermione broke into Umbridge's office. Blah, blah, blah, you know what happens. Snape leaves and Harry shouts after him:

“He’s got Padfoot!” Harry shouted wildly. Snape froze. “He’s got Padfoot at the place where it’s hidden!”

“Padfoot?” Umbridge asked looking between Harry and Snape. “You mean...”

The image of Padfoot trotting alongside Harry through the Ministry appeared in Harry’s mind and he looked over at Umbridge momentarily before looking back at Snape as he turned to look at Harry, his face unreadable.

“Headmistress, I wouldn’t put too much thought into anything Potter says,” without another word, Snape left the room, forcing Harry to look back at Umbridge.

“Black,” she breathed viciously, her voice suddenly taking on a honeyed tone. “Padfoot is Black, isn’t he Mr. Potter and you know where he is.”

Over Umbridge's shoulder, Harry could see the horrified looks on Hermione and Ron’s faces.

InsaneJournal

2007-08-10T19:40:57Z

Like many people, I am deeply entrenched into fandom. Most especially the Harry Potter fandom and because of that, though I stand little risk of being bolded, I have, as mentioned before, created a backup journal over on InsaneJournal. I also happen to have a journal on GreatestJournal on JournalFen, but I stand a better chance of keeping up with one or two journals rather than four. Either way, cerridwen666 will be my writing (and icon) journal strictly over at InsaneJournal. Anyone interested in the details of my personal life may find me at riprosencrantz. I'll be sure to keep everyone updated though.

Blood and Drink (Harry Potter, PG-13)

2007-08-09T09:19:54Z

Pairing(s): Oliver/Percy
Summary: Sometimes when you win, you lose.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: MAJOR SPOILERS for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Feedback is love.
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“ROOKWOOD!” He took off running; wand raised, and sent two hexes at Rookwood’s back, both missing as he dodged to the left, chasing after a small group of students. Percy kept running, his mind on the edge between a total loss of control and a plan. He barely acknowledged Hermione and Ron’s shouting from behind him as anything more than background noise.

His eyes took in the corridor as he shot off a tripping jinx that nearly sent Rookwood sprawling before he managed to catch himself, glancing over his shoulder at the Weasley chasing after him. While it hadn’t brought him down, it gave Percy a chance to catch up with him.

“Rookwood!” Percy snarled and he grasped the back of his cloak and pulled, skidding to a stop that sent them both to the ground.

The students cast one terrified look back at them and continued running, disappearing behind a tapestry. Rookwood brandished his wand, aiming for Percy’s face as he tried to roll over.

“Avada–” he screamed as Percy grabbed his wrist, slamming it onto the stone floor with enough force to break three of his fingers and send his wand rolling across the floor.

Any and all plans that Percy had made from there about hexes and jinxes disappeared as he punched Rookwood in the face, reveling in the wild feeling of not holding back. Not caring where his next blows landed, lost in pain and anger, he continued punching, shaking, and scratching, anything to stop the hole in his chest from hurting. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he felt hands on him, pulling him away. He screamed and turned immediately upon whoever had touched him.

Rookwood crawled weakly away

Percy continued for a moment and Oliver released one of his struggling arms, receiving a well-aimed punch before he could slap Percy sharply across the face. There was a moment’s silence as Percy stopped shouting, panting heavily as he stared at Oliver in shock, taking in his broken nose and the bruises slowly blooming beneath both of his eyes.

“Perce,” Oliver said shakily.

Percy’s face twisted in pain and he collapsed against Oliver, shaking. Surprised, Oliver just placed a hand on his back and held him.

“He’s dead,” Percy said finally, his voice muffled against Oliver’s shoulder.

Oliver tightened his arms briefly and pulled away.

“Percy, I have about ten million questions right now,” Oliver said finally and he winced as Percy tapped his nose with his wand, healing it. “The first of which is how on earth did you manage to get here, but you’ll just have to promise to tell me over drinks later. Preferably the alcoholic kind.”

Percy nodded and suddenly the cold angry look was back in his eyes.

“Avada Kedavra!” shoving Percy to the ground, Oliver ducked, his wand aimed at Rookwood as he stood up, his wand back in hand, his face and wand hand mangled and covered in blood.

“Stupify!”

“Protego!” there was a flash of light and Rookwood turned, fleeing down the hall.

“Damn.”

“Did you have to shove me?” Percy asked, standing up and rubbing his hip, looking pained.

“Did you have to break my nose?” Oliver retorted.

Percy actually looked guilty, flushing in embarrassment as he looked at Oliver’s still puffy eyes and the blood drying on the side of his face.

“I’m–”

“You say your sorry and I’ll hex you,” Oliver muttered, glaring at Percy until he nodded. “Good. Now that that’s settled, we ought to get back to the battle.”

Percy nodded, glancing back down the hallway from where he had come.

“We have to come back later for Fred,” Percy said slowly. “We have to come back for his body. I can’t leave him here.”

Oliver’s eyes widened and he looked as if he had been the one slapped, not Percy.

“Fred?” he breathed.

Percy nodded.

“Fuck,” a look flashed across Percy’s face and Oliver wondered for a moment if he was going to take away house points or give him a detention.

A wild laugh escaped him and he took a few steps in the direction Rookwood had run. Percy gazed at him coldly and he grinned.

“Come on Percy,” he motioned down the hallway. “You know Fred wants you to keep fighting. Let’s show these Death Eaters scum just who they’re dealing with.”

“A Quidditch player and a Ministry stooge?” Percy asked slowly.

“Yep.”

Nothing Left (Harry Potter, G)

2007-08-08T06:01:35Z

Summary: The simplest of words can cause the greatest harm.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: I need to get back into writing fic and drabbles and stuff. Feedback is love.
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After the fight with his father there was simply nothing left to do but leave. His mother was sobbing in the kitchen when he came back downstairs and he could hear Fred, George, and his father talking in the background. Percy stopped at the door, prepared suddenly not to say angry words of farewell, but to apologize.

"…always ambitious," his father sounded defeated. "It’s no wonder he can’t understand."

"Just like a Slytherin," Fred growled. "Slimy git."

His mother’s sobbing increased and he heard his father make a sharp comment, likely directed at Fred. Percy sniffed, clenching his hands into fists as he walked out the front door, slamming it behind him.

He didn’t look back.

Meme

2007-08-02T19:07:28Z

1. Go to fanfiction.net.
2. Seach in Harry Potter fanfiction for summaries with your name in them.
3. Post. Try not to snicker

Of course I have secrets. Of course I do. Everyone has a few secrets. It’s completely normal.I’m not talking about huge earth-shattering secrets.Not the-prime-minister-is-planning-to-bomb-japan-and-only-Steven-Tyler-cansave-the-world type secrets. Jus

After her mother died Tyler was a force of nature not to be messed with. Now she has been kicked out of Beauxbatons and is attending Hogwarts. Will she be able to find solice with a lost sole like herself or will big brother tear them apart.

MWPP era. Alice Tyler's final year at Hogwarts isn't going as well as she'd hoped. How's a girl to cope with a stubborn best friend, Death Eater attacks, a psycho uncle, a clueless cousin and various annoying classmates? LJ, mild SBRL.

An 11Year old boy named Tyler, meets Harry Potter who helps him to discover his past. Please read because this is my 9year old's first Harry Potter Fic and I think it's rather good.

Set in the Slytherin Rising Universe created by J.L. Matthews, an AU of J.K. Rowling’s Harry Potter series. ‘Heiress of Tal-y-Rhys’ takes place before Slytherin Rising. Main characters: Deanna Tyler, Caitlin Tyler, Luella Martin. Please R&R!

A new generation has sprouted. Kit Potter, James Weasley, Jess Granger, and Tyler MAlfoy. R&R. KitJess and JamesJess pairings.

Part Two of Three up. Will Sirius Die a premature death? Will James finally be ale to convince Lily he has really changed? What's up with Tyler? Where are the other marauders? Hmm..

When the mysterious Doctor and his assistant, Rose Tyler, arrive at Hogwarts for business with Professor Dumbledore, Harry, Ron and Hermione decide to investigate. When it turns out that Voldemort has an army of some of the most terrifying things in the u

Harry and Hermione's daughter, Sara, is finally off to Hogwarts along with her best friend, Tyler Weasley. Everything starts out fine, but is Voldemort or at least a part of him still at the castle?

The goings on of the magical world in Europe are well documented in Harry Potter, but what about in America? An entirely different tradition and history meets Tyler Ridge, a young, soon to-be wizard with a hidden gift.

James likes Lily, Lily wants her crush Tyler, Mellanie (Lily's best friend) wants James, Sirius wants Mellanie, and Remus got hot! What do we call all this added together? TROUBLE!

A glimpse in the future of the Seekers. What is on the minds of a grown up Tyler Slytherin, Jacke Walker, Brad Carter and Reggie Falkner.

Athena Elladora Black has never been 'normal.' Only now in a series of letters with Tyler Stanfield, is she learning who she is.

Lily and Tyler Evans will be spending their sixth year in Hogwarts as exchange students from Beauxbatons, along with 3 of their friends. What will happen to them within this year?

There never was a Harry Potter. Instead, there is Tyler Potter and he must live Harry's life story. We are all doomed. First in the Tyler Potter Series. And now, Tyler and Harry meet for the very first time

Secrets (Harry Potter, PG)

2007-08-01T03:52:15Z

Pairing(s): Remus/Sirius
Summary: There are some things that Sirius can't tell James.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Fair warning, this fic contains references to transexuality. Feedback is love.
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Sirius stands in front of the mirrors in the bathroom in the dark of night, gazing intently at his reflection, examining his features, scrutinizing his masculine chin and nose. He’s read the books and seen the spells and potions in the old textbooks in the Restricted Section. Two years it would take and it all seems so simple, but the way James’ face twists when he notices how close Sirius sits to Remus, makes him realize that this secret isn’t for his brother from another mother.

His hair has grown down to his chin and he’s heard the comments from his fellow students, Gryffindors included, about how he’s starting to look like a girl, especially with his high cheekbones and full lips, inherited from his mother. It doesn’t help that his behavior at times borders on flamboyant. He keeps his mouth shut about how happy those comments make him though. Having to defend himself against the Slytherins is hard enough; he doesn’t need the entire school after him.

“Padfoot?” he jumps, nearly cracking his face into the glass as he turns around, worried for a moment that it’s James who’s come to see why he’s up and staring so intently at himself in the mirror, running his hands over his too flat chest and hating the way his robes accent his thin and all too male body.

“Remus,” he breathes in relief, trying to slip on the mask of indifference that he’s so used to wearing. “You scared me, you wanker.”

Remus smiles easily as him and slips further into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him as he does. Sirius stays where he is, leaning against the sink, looking embarrassed and angry at having been caught. There’s understanding in Remus’s eyes as he looks at him and the urge to hit him fills Sirius, making his stomach clench and throat close. At the same time, he wants simply to crawl into Remus’s lap and cry. Tell him that it isn’t his family that’s bothering him. Not tonight. Not really ever anymore.

“You going to spend all night in front of that mirror?” Remus asks teasingly.

Sirius shakes his head and glances down at his shoes. He hears Remus’s soft steps on the tiles and then Remus’s bare feet appear in his line of vision. A hand rests on Sirius’s arm and he nearly flinches.

“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” Sirius looks up and into brown eyes filled with worry and some intense emotion that neither of them is quite ready to put words to.

Sirius swallows and nods, seeing the tension in Remus’s brow. It takes him two attempts to speak so that his voice won’t crack.

“I know,” and Remus doesn’t ask questions; just leads Sirius back to bed, making sure he removes his robes and shoes.

It’s here that Sirius finally gives in, clutching Remus’s arm and forcing him to sit down on the edge of the bed rather than climbing under the covers with him.

Under cover of night and behind the heavy curtains, Sirius finally lets out the truth and Remus says nothing, just grabs his wand from the bedside table and silently casts a charm around them so that Sirius’s sobs and choked words will go unheard by their sleeping dorm mates. Then, without question, he takes Sirius’s hands in his and hears what Sirius has been trying to say.

Lost Memories fanart

2007-08-01T02:45:52Z

I'm a terrible person for never sharing this with my friendslist. I requested a commission from the lovely Naomi (of Potterpuff fame) of Remus from my AU fic, Saishu Yume back in '06. Now, for your viewing pleasure, Lost Memories Remus by naomisketchpad.

Courage (Harry Potter, PG-13)

2007-07-31T03:20:57Z

Summary: Sometimes, courage is all it takes.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author’s Note: Spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows up to chapter fifteen. Feedback is love.
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“Dumbledore,” Neville whispered to the gargoyle outside of the headmaster’s office. As the staircase was revealed, he had to resist the urge to hit something again. Ginny was making angry sounds in the back of her throat, her grip on her wand whitening her knuckles. Luna, the one who had taken the risk of trailing Alecto to the office to get the password in the first place, didn’t seem to even notice.

They slipped up the stairs as silent as shadows, Neville in the lead, Ginny behind him, and Luna at the back. When they reached the door, Neville stopped, pressed his hand to the wood of the door briefly as Ginny leaned around him, tapping the lock with her wand and murmuring the spell to unlock the door as quietly as she could.

Her voice was like a crack of a whip in the dark and Neville nearly jumped as she spoke. She put a hand on his wrist and then drew back. Twisting the doorknob as slowly as possible, he pushed the door open and stepped into Dumbledore’s office. The sword was exactly where Ginny had said it would be over the fireplace and Snape was nowhere to be seen.

Barely allowing himself to breathe, Neville stepped into the room, Ginny at his heels, leaving Luna to guard the door. Ginny moved toward Dumbledore’s desk while Neville walked to the sword, stopping for a moment to examine it.

The Sword of Gryffindor seemed to shine with its own magic in the dark office and Neville paused as he reached for it.

There was a shouted curse and cry of pain from the staircase and Neville grabbed the sword by its hilt, swinging it down from the mantle in a wide arch as he turned to face the door. Alecto Carrow stepped into the room, her fingers buried in Luna’s hair as she dragged her into the room, wand at the ready. The side of Luna's face was bleeding, dripping blood onto the carpet as she struggled.

Neville tightened his grip on the sword and his wand and prepared for a fight.