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graphics: Ashes to Ashes Icons

Mon, 28 Apr 2008 15:59:26 GMT

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be still (robin hood ep)

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 17:03:17 GMT

Medium: Television
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC Series)
Title: Be Still
Subject: Robin/Marian
Warnings: Mild language in one song
Comments: Spoilery for all of season/series 2. All songs mp3. This didn't take me too long to come up with, and the songs reflect, in my opinion, Robin and Marian's story from before the war and up Marian and Gisbourne and the end of season 2. Anyway enjoy and let me know if there are any problems.

Your Song (Instrumental)- Craig Armstrong

Sidewalk Sing Along- Backseat Goodbye

well we could take off each other's clothes

or be best friends in the middle of the road

or we could just talk shit about tomorrow and it how it never adds up

well we could touch lips for the hell of it

it's a nice day and we're just kids

there's nothing to do anyway in this town made for two

I’m kissing you- Des’ree

Where are you now?

'Cause I'm kissing you

Be Still- Kelly Clarkson

Foolish one with the smile

You don’t have to be brave

I’ll gladly climb your walls

If you’ll meet me halfway

Every time we fall down

But we’re falling from grace

Here’s my hand and my heart

It’s yours to take

My Blue Heaven- Taking Back Sunday

Is this all too familiar?

Does it happen all the time?

I'm just asking you to hear me.

Could you please, just once, just hear me?

More than anything you wanted to be right.

Still it's you, you, it's you I can't deny.

( You I can't deny. )

It's you I can't deny.

Grazed Knees- Snow Patrol

Just say you love me now

And forget this whole row

Just save your energy

For making up with me

Bolero- Craig Armstrong

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always be (robin hood fanmix)

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 16:28:47 GMT

Medium: Television
Fandom: Robin Hood (BBC Series)
Title: Always Be
Subject: Allan/Marian
Warnings: Mild language in one song
Comments: This is my first fanmix for Robin Hood. I know Allan/Marian isn't the most popular ship but I think the actors have great chemistry. Anyway enjoy. If anyone needs individual songs uploaded let me know.

Always be- Jimmy Eat World

I'm alone in this

I'm as I've always been

Right behind what's happening

She's lost in this

She's like she'll always be

A little far for me to reach

Shy- Ani Difranco

And you'll stop me, won't you?

If you've heard this one before

Oh the one where I surprise you

By showing up at your front door

Saying, "Let's not ask what next

or how or why

I'm leaving in the morning

So let's not be shy"

Don't be shy

Girl- Tori Amos

She's been everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own

Everybody else's girl, maybe one day she'll be her own

All of your love- Hellogoodbye

Girl, you wanted,

To shut it all off and make a run for the door.

It's so hard to make it.

For every inch we get we need a mile more.

But there is always so much distance can't but feel it somehow.

But you have never ever felt it like you feel it right now.

I'm closing off inside and, oh, it's only just started,

And you can't be close enough unless I'm feelin' your heartbeat.

Rootless Tree- Damien Rice

So fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

And all you didn't do

I said leave it, leave it, leave it

It's nothin' anyway

And did you hate me, hate me, hate me, hate me so much

That you can't let me out, let me out, let me out

It's hell when you're around

Where I Stood- Missy Higgens

'Cos I don't know who I am, who I am without you

All I know is that I should

And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you

All I know is that I should

Parisan Skies- Maximo Park

Ohhhhh

I don't think she knew,

How much I loved her

Ohhhhh

I don't think she knew,

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Graphics: Gossip Girl; Chuck/Blair

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 17:55:22 GMT

The first blend I've made in ages. It took me ages.

Chuck/Blair Blend under the cut

strange and beautiful (harry potter fanmix)

Wed, 16 Apr 2008 17:57:57 GMT

Medium: Books & Movies
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Strange and Beautiful
Subject: Lily Evans/James Potter
Warnings: None.
Comments: This is my first fanmix. It's about Lily and James. There never seems to be enough of them in fanmixes so this is my personal choice of songs that I think fit Lily and James the most and what reminds me of them. So...enjoy!

01. Golden Boy- Natalie Merchant
Beauty untamed
Stupid and wild poster boy you're society's child
Cut your teeth, cut your mouth, cut it out

02. Strange and Beautiful- Aqualung
I'll put a spell on you
You'll fall asleep
When I put a spell on you
And when I wake you I'll be the first thing you see
And you'll realize that you love me

03. Come here boy- Imogen Heap
It's dark in here
And visions are flashing into my head as I reminisce
My re-occuring dream
And you said
"I'm falling, falling for you Babe,
And my feelings are getting stronger
So why don't you stay with me for a, for a little longer?"

04. Stolen- Dashboard Confessional
You have stolen my heart.
You have stolen my heart.

05. Oh it is love- Hellogoodbye
We'll be holding hands once again.
All our broken plans, I will mend.
I will hold you tight,
So you know,
It is love,
From the first,
Time I pressed my hand into yours,
Thinking, oh, is it love?

06. Iris- Goo Goo Dolls
And I'd give up forever to touch you
'Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be
And I don't want to go home right now

07. Come what may- Moulin Rouge
And there's no mountain too high
No river too wide
Sing out this song, and I'll be there by your side
Storm clouds may gather,
And stars may collide
But I love you (I love you)
Until the end of time (until the end of time)

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Update and Torchwood Set

Mon, 11 Feb 2008 15:32:57 GMT

I watched the baftas last night and was so glad that Atonement won best film. I wanted James McAvoy to get best actor though, and the girl in Atonement (forgotten her name) to win best supporting actress.

It's half term this week and I've been given essays and coursework to do but I'm not here for three days- off the Canterbury and Plymouth. I'm not going to have time to finish my fanfiction :( Me and my sis want to go through London on the way to Canterbury just because it's London Fashion Week. Both times we've been to London in the last it's been fashion week- it's only right we go again lol.

My new fic Looking through silk has been completely revised. It's now called Vertigo and is only based in one time period- the second world war. It's still a Tom Riddle/OC and OC/OC story though. It wont be up for a while yet.

I made a new Torchwood set (Jack/Gwen) and may make a Tosh/Owen one as well. Feel free to use it, but please credit me as ferme2.

Fanfiction Update

Mon, 04 Feb 2008 16:51:25 GMT

It's been a long time since I've posted, especially with fanfiction- though I did have exams in January. I've got three new novellas coming soon and a Marauder one shot, and I'm rewriting Tumble and Fall (which is now called Fade into Darkness). Anyway click under the cut for the summaries for two of them- a post Hogwarts trio fic and a multi era Daphne/Zacharias and Riddle/Oc fic.

Summary: It’s the year 2010 and the trio and their friends have settled down but a new threat rises, and a meeting with ex lovers and classmates provokes unknown desires and a drastic change of life. (Ron/Pansy, Harry/Draco, Hermione/Theodore, Dean/Ginny, Neville/Hannah)Response to Bella's Titled Inspiration challenge. Title credit Romina Stephanie

Summary: Delilah Thompson meets the enigmatic Tom Riddle as a teenager and is instantly mesmerised by him. Five years pass without him but when she falls in love with the married Pollux Greengrass; Riddle comes crashing back into her life. The actions she takes could have disastrous consequences for her nephew and his forbidden lover forty years on. Response to wicKeDwitch1316's one artist challenge

So glad Supernatural and Torchwood are back on tv now, there was a lack of good programmes. (apart from Hollyoaks lol.) *Must not write Torchwood fanfics- too much work to do*

55 Heroes Icons

Sat, 01 Dec 2007 17:05:38 GMT

Up for grabs

Rules
Comment if you're taking any
Credit me as ferme2

From Season one, Landslide
Screencaps from http://iamellie.livejournal.com/18254.html?view=133198#t133198

Heroes Fanfic

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 11:41:24 GMT

Title: Bleeding on the Ballroom Floor
Characters/Pairings: Claire/Peter
Rating: R
Warnings: Paire pairing, self harm
Spoiler alert: Spoilers for S1 and one mention of S2
Summary: all she can think of is Peter, Peter, Peter.

Authors Notes: This is my first ever Heroes fanfic/drabble and it’s a Peter/Claire pairing so beware and please don’t flame me (though I do welcome constructive criticism). I do not own anything; I’m just playing in the sandbox.

She drew the blade along her skin but she doesn’t feel anything, it just heals and she doesn’t know what’s worse, the numbness or the healing.

It doesn’t make her forget, quite the opposite. She remembers the hazel eyes under a mop of wavy dark hair and the pale skin that brushed against her hand. She misses the casual flick of his hair as he gives her that heart stopping smile-the one she wishes was reserved for her and only her.

She knows its taboo and people will whisper wrong, wrong, wrong but all she can think of is Peter, Peter, Peter. Even when West kisses her lips, neck, breasts it’s not enough to make her break, to make her scream. It’s always Peter, Peter, Pete-oh.

Fanfiction- Not a Word

Wed, 19 Sep 2007 16:32:12 GMT

Chapter Five of Not a Word

Characters: Megan Jones, Susan Bones, Zacharias Smith, Sally-Anne Perks, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Ernie Macmillian, Hannah Abbott
Pairings: Zacharias/Su Li, unrequited Megan/Zacharias, unrequited Zacharias/Anthony Goldstein
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Scenes of a mild sexual nature, mild language, sensitive topic/theme, substance use/abuse. Slash pairing
Summary: Megan knows what she wants and that's Quidditch star Zacharias but he secretly wants his best friend Anthony. Ernie thinks knows how to get Hannah who's oblivious, but Susan knows what he's up to and drags in Sally-Anne who is attempting to seduce Ravenclaw hottie Michael Corner. And Justin...well he just wants to pass Arthimancy. Set during HBP.

Chapter Five

‘Would ya spare a minute?

Give me a single chance,

To look into your eyes,

Let me hold your hand,

I want to get close enough,

To read you,

Understand you.’

- The One That Got Away by Natasha Bedingfield

The streets of Hogsmeade were not packed with students as they usually were. Megan was not surprised. The bitter wind and stormy rain was forcing everyone inside, only stopping in the road to say a quick hello and the occasional hug. Megan frowned as she noticed the joke shop Zonko’s boarded up- this would not be a fun trip, even if she was on a date.

Kevin Entwhistle had asked Megan the day before. Apparently he had been plucking up the courage since the Hogsmeade date was announced. Megan, rather harshly she admitted, only accepted so she didn’t look like a loser infront of Zacharias and fortunately Kevin was quite good looking. He took her to Madam Puddifoot’s for a coffee. It was a teashop on a side street and was extremely cramped. The air was stuffy and Megan frowned at the amount of frills and bows for decoration.

“There’s a table in the corner m’dears.” A stout woman with dark hair pulled into a tight bun pointed towards a steamy window. Megan and Kevin sat down as Madam Puddifoot came towards them. “What can I get you m’dears?”

“Two coffee’s please.” Kevin ordered and smiled at Megan. By the time their coffees arrived the pair was talking easily with each other. Before the pink mug of coffee reached her lips, she heard her name being called. Rebecca Vane was seated two tables away, wearing the green top Megan suggested. Her date was Cormac McLaggen, a seventh year Gryffindor who was glancing nervously at the amount of pink in the small teashop. Megan was surprised he could fit through the gaps between the tables; he was so wide and tall. Megan, rather reluctantly, waved back at Rebecca. Rebecca grinned widely and mouthed ‘thank you’ before returning to listening to Cormac ramble on about how amazing he was at Quidditch.

The rest of Megan and Kevin’s conversation was interrupted by the sound of two fourth years in the next table kissing loudly. Their hands were intertwined over the sugar pot. Only when Madam Puddifoot placed two cups of tea on the table did they separate to add cubes of sugar. Across the room Dean Thomas and Ginny Weasley were doing the same thing.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Kevin nodded to the door. “Three Broomsticks maybe?”

Megan nodded and threw on her coat and gloves. Kevin left some money on the table and they hurried out into the stormy weather. It had got worse since they arrived. The bitter wind blew Megan’s red hair out of its loose clip. She giggled as Kevin tried to put it back but he failed and handed it back to her. Megan rolled her eyes, teasing him and bumped into an annoyed Slytherin as they entered The Three Broomsticks. The pub was crowded with students and teachers of Hogwarts sheltering inside. Kevin went to order two butterbeers as Megan made her way through the maze of people to a table in the centre of the room. Megan chatted and laughed with Kevin when he returned but she couldn’t help noticing Zacharias and his ex-girlfriend Su Li across the room. Zacharias looked even more handsome than he usually did. His blonde hair was slightly ruffled and there was a pink tinge to his cheeks, presumably from the weather, or maybe it was because of Su’s low cut top. Megan scowled at the pair- they seemed to be getting on well.

“…I hope to get into Auror training but potions is going to be hard work. Megan are you alright?” Kevin’s question pulled Megan out of her daze and she explained she was just tired. Kevin nodded and asked her what her favourite Quidditch team was.

“Holyhead Harpies, we live near Holyhead and my aunts on the team so we…”

“Your aunt is Gwenog Jones?” Kevin seemed amazed as Megan nodded. She giggled as he said how unfair it was. “I expect you’re a member of the Slug Club.”

Megan grimaced. “Yeah, but I can’t stand him; he so wrapped up in popularity and who’s powerful.” A sudden thought occurred and Megan leaned forwards slightly. “I could ask for free tickets if you want to go to a Quidditch match.”

“You could do that?” Kevin’s smile widened.

“Yeah, there’s a game in the Christmas holidays. It could be our official second date.”

“That would be great.” Kevin said. There was a tremendous roar from outside. “Do you want to go back to Hogwarts?” Kevin asked as they watched the rain fall heavier.

At Megan’s agreement the two rearranged their scarves and gloves and walked out into the rain. Megan swore under her breath as the rain hit her face. The only sound was the wind whipping around the tall houses and trees until they heard a scream up ahead. The pair stopped in their tracks, their wands drawn.

“What’s going on?” Kevin asked a group of third year girls further up the path.

“I don’t know there was something in the sky and that’s when the screaming started.” A particularly spotty girl pointed into the air in the direction of the castle.

“Thanks.” Kevin muttered and took Megan’s hand. The two carried on up the path to Hogwarts. Megan was grateful for Kevin’s hand as hers was beginning to shake considerably. Just as they reached the Great Hall, a seventh year Ravenclaw, Eddie Carmichael shouted for Kevin to wait.

“Practice tonight, we need to get the new keeper in shape.” Eddie Carmichael was a tall, lean young man with blonde wavy hair that he constantly flicked in an imitation of the muggle adverts for shampoo. To Megan it just looked ridiculous but he often had another girl on his arm each month, so it must be effective. “Ah Jones, we’ll be playing your team next month.”

Megan smiled politely. “Yes but Hufflepuff will beat Ravenclaw so I’m not worried.”

Eddie laughed loudly. “We have a better team, especially now we have moi as captain.”

Megan raised her eyebrows at his obvious arrogance, the Hufflepuff captain Summerby had put together a good side and even with three third years they were a strong team. “I’m sure it will be a good match.” Megan said. Eddie laughed again and clapped Kevin on the shoulder, shouting six o’clock as he left.

“Sorry about him.” Kevin muttered as they walked towards the Hufflepuff basement.

“It’s okay, I put up with Zacharias.” Megan joked and noticed Kevin was still holding her hand when they reached the portrait hole. Megan sighed lightly. “I enjoyed today.” Megan stood up on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Are we still on for that second date?”

Kevin smiled broadly. “Yeah, I think we are.”

Megan whispered the password and the portrait swung open. She waved goodbye as she stepped through the door. The fluttering in her stomach did not disappear when she reached her dormitory, not even with Rebecca Vane attempting to distract her and tell her what a clumsy oaf Cormac McLaggen was.

<hr>

Sally Anne Perks looked great, fantastic even. She was dressed in her green dress that fell just before her slender calves and her light brown hair was lightly curled and was hung loose around her shoulders. Her new black unicorn hair shoes had arrived just in time. The object of her affection was stood at the bar with his girlfriend. Sally Anne frowned at how close they were and how much they were kissing. After five minutes of watching, or rather staring, Sally Anne went to order a butterbeer. She drank the warm liquid slowly, keeping her gaze on Michael, knowing with Cho there she couldn’t flirt with him.

“Hi Sally Anne.” Justin Finch-Fletchley sat beside her with his own drink. His dark cloak was wrapped up around his neck, making him look out of place in the stuffy room. Sally Anne muttered a reply and then returned her attention back to Michael. Justin followed her lone of vision and snorted. “You’re not still pining after him are you?”

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sally Anne snapped. “Now Roger Davies has left he’s the best looking boy in Hogwarts.”

“Roger Davies?” Justin tried to raise one eyebrow to look sceptical but raised both and he instead looked surprised. “Wasn’t he sleeping with that bloke from Gryffindor at the end of the year?”

Sally Anne scowled at him. “Just because he’s slept with one bloke does not make him gay; he’s had girlfriends before. Anyway it wouldn’t stop him being good looking.” She finished her argument and turned back to Michael who was now kissing Cho over the empty butterbeer bottles.

“Is this why you’re wearing that dress?” Justin spoke again after a few minutes of silence.

Sally Anne nodded. “It’s my best dress.” She smoothed down a non-existent crease.

“He’s not going to notice you when Cho’s there.” Justin said before he had time to think.

“Why are you on your own anyway?” Sally Anne snapped, not even bothering to look round this time. She heard Justin sigh.

“Ernie’s with Hannah at her mum’s funeral.”

Sally Anne turned sharply. “It’s today?” Justin nodded and took another swig of butterbeer. Sally Anne muttered “Poor thing.”

“Are Ernie and Hannah together yet?” Sally Anne asked curious if their obvious attraction had turned into something more.

Justin rolled his eyes. “No, it won’t be long though; they talk about each other enough.”

“Is she coming back?”

“I don’t think so.” Justin replied with a heavy sigh.

After another half an hour Sally Anne was beginning to grow fed up with Michael and Cho kissing over the bar so she went to leave, waiting for Justin to put on his coat and gloves as they could walk back to Hogwarts together. They passed several students attempting to talk over the wind but all it resulted in was a shouting match. It wasn’t until they reached the entrance hall that it was quite enough for Sally Anne and Justin to start a conversation.

“I guess Mandy Brocklehurst turned you down then.” Sally Anne asked Justin as they reached the portrait hole to the common room. Sally Anne remembered Justin attempting to ask Mandy out the previous week. The common room was full of students and smelt strongly of damp clothing. Apparently everyone had the same idea- leave Hogsmeade early because of the damp weather.

Justin didn’t answer until they sat down next to the fireplace. “I was going to but she got asked by someone on the Ravenclaw Quidditch team.”

“You’re better off without her anyway; she’s very quiet and studious. You need someone more outgoing to balance it out.” Sally Anne never had much time for Mandy, she wasn’t the type of girl who looked a lot of fun but she was attractive in the obvious sort of way- blonde, long legged and a clear complexion.

Justin shrugged and put his feet up on the table infront of them. “I guess we both fancy people who are unattainable.”

“Yeah, but Michael will go out with me.” Sally Anne kicked off her black unicorn hair shoes and put her feet up infront of the orange and red flames to warm them up.

“Sally Anne he’s with Cho now and he’s not going to cheat on her.” Justin sighed in frustration at his friend’s insistence on her crush returning the feelings.

“He will.” Sally Anne glanced at Justin with a fierce look of determination. “What I want I get.”

<hr>

The Great Hall was fairly empty when Susan and her date Chris Spinks arrived after leaving Hogsmeade. Chris had taken her to the Three Broomsticks first for butterbeer and then they had walked around the shops until the rain and wind meant they could no longer hear each other.

Susan sat down beside Chris at one of the long tables. She had been very nervous about this date as the last one she went on was with Roger Davies and he was sleeping with his friend by the end of last year. Susan, with help from Megan, had picked out a pair of jeans and a deep blue cashmere jumper to match her eyes. Megan had even leant Susan her knee length dragon hide boots, which was something Megan rarely did. Chris hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off her.

A few minutes into a pleasant conversation a stringy Slytherin boy Theodore Nott collapsed into the bench opposite them. “You’re a halfblood right?”

“Yes but I don’t see what that’s got to do with anything.” Susan shifted under Theodore’s gaze and he grinned at her answer.

“It means everythin’” he turned to Chris who shrugged. Susan had expected him to stand up for her but instead Chris joined Theodore in talking about a muggleborn in their year. Susan gaped when she heard ‘mudblood’.

“I’d prefer it if you didn’t use that word Nott.” Susan snapped, unconsciously moving away from him.

“It’s the truth.” Nott smirked and checked his watch as if it was a waste of his time.

Chris spoke up. “You don’t even like Granger. You said she’s a stuck up know it all.”

“That’s not the point, there’s no such thing as dirty blood.” Susan stood and slammed her hands on the table, glaring at Chris this time. Chris shrugged and turned to Theodore who mumbled something Susan couldn’t hear. “You know what; I wish I’d never agreed to go out on a date with you.”

Chris scoffed. “Susan, it will happen soon, only purebloods and halfbloods will be allowed in society. You have to accept that.”

Susan gasped and picked up her coat and gloves. “You disgust me.” She walked away out of the hall. Chris was shouting after her, but all Susan caught was blood traitors.

The corridors were empty as Susan hurried towards the common room, tears threatening to spill, but her luck soon ran out. Just before the Hufflepuff corridor she slammed into a person, taller than her who was carrying a large potted plant.

“Oh Susan I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Neville Longbottom helped pull her up, blushing deeply. “What’s wrong?”

“Huh?” Susan felt the tears on her cheeks. “Oh, bad date with Chris Spinks.”

Neville responded immediately. “He’s a prat.”

“How do you know?”

Neville smiled and picked up the large plant and pieces of pot scattered over the floor. “Well he must be if he made you cry.”

Susan returned the smile and repaired Neville’s pot, waving to him as she entered the dormitory. She wished she had found out Chris true colours before she agreed to go out on a date with him. Then she wouldn’t have got her hopes up that maybe, just maybe, once she’d get the decent bloke.

Icons- 30 Pride and Prejudice and 25 OOTP HP

Fri, 14 Sep 2007 18:10:29 GMT

Hey, I've just made 30 P&P icons and the 25 Harry Potter ones were made just before the release of OOTP. Feel free to use them, just credit me as ferme2 please.

Heroes next lol : )

30 Pride and Prejudice

25 Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Doctor Who Icon Set

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 11:46:38 GMT

Hey, I said I'd make a set of 25 but I don't have time now I'm back at college so it's only 15. Anyway feel free to use them as long as you credit me as ferme2.

Fanfiction- Don't let me fall

Fri, 07 Sep 2007 13:55:10 GMT

This is another novel that I started before the release of DH, so this first chapter has no spoilers. It is au at the start with the trio and the Burrow, but other than that all other chapters will be DH compliant. Anyway here's the first chapter.

Characters: Tracey Davis, Megan Jones, Michael Corner, Zacharias Smith
Pairings: Michael Corner/Cho Chang, Michael Corner/Roger Davies, Tracey Davis/Theodore Nott, Tracey Davis/Megan Jones
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Scenes of a mild sexual nature, mild language, sensitive topic/theme, substance use/abuse. Slash pairing
Summary: After the death of Albus Dumbledore, people’s lives changed; now it’s a place of danger, betrayal and darkness. In a world where people seek power, courage, wisdom and trust, four teenagers desperately try to cope in their own way, but loves and lives intertwine. Now for the first time they can only trust themselves.

Chapter One

The old forgotten library lay dusty and smelt of distant cologne and lavender. The furniture was covered in ghostly white sheets and not a sound was emitted from the room. A gentle breeze floated through the open windows and footsteps padded loudly on the floor above. A young witch of seventeen lay on the moth eaten sofa, staring up at the ceiling which was decorated in old 70s wallpaper. Her pale skin draped in a green cotton summer dress and a green and white chequered hat protected her eyes from the sunshine streaming in from outside. A packed trunk lay at her feet, even though it was highly unlikely she would return to Hogwarts in September.

The girl, who went by the name of Tracey Davis, sighed and sat up, dusting her dress down. She had been placed in this unfamiliar room for the past half an hour after her mother had been taken away by Death Eaters. Tracey didn’t know the people who had pushed her into the room before they fought off the remaining Death Eaters. They said they could offer her protection and she heard mention of an Order. Tracey had never heard of an Order but knew they weren’t from the Ministry in their muggle clothing, camouflaging into the surroundings of Camden Market, although Tracey thought she saw her old Professor ‘Mad-Eye’ Moody, standing out from the crowd with his magically spinning eye and a chunk missing off his nose.

A sudden bang caused Tracey to stand and draw her wand. The door to the library opened revealing four heavily bruised and scratched people. Tracey recognised the first immediately, her old Professor Remus Lupin. He looked much older than when he taught at Hogwarts; his hair was streaked with grey and his robes were shabbier than ever. It seemed the war had taken its toll. Tracey presumed the man next to him was a Weasley with his vivid red hair and so many freckles he looked tanned.

A young woman with bright pink hair and a heart shaped face bounced forward and took Tracey’s trunk, declaring her name as Tonks. The woman introduced another man to the back of the group, half concealed in shadows, as Kingsley Shaklebolt. They all looked at her as if waiting for Tracey to speak.

“Where are you taking me?” Tracey spoke quietly, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Well we thought we’d take you directly to the Order, seeing as though you’re a prime target for Voldemort.” It was Remus Lupin who spoke this time. He smiled slightly at her and gestured for her to take Tonks’ hand. Tracey followed instructions and felt a sudden pull.

Tracey’s feet landed heavily on the wooden floor of a house filled with noise and commotion. Several people hurried past her. A friendly plump woman greeted her warmly and brought Tracey into a hug.

“You must be Tracey dear.” The woman greeted. “I’m Molly Weasley, my son’s in your year.” She seated Tracey in a wobbly stool at the kitchen table.

“I’d like to introduce you to Tracey Davis; she’ll be staying with us for a while.” Everyone turned to look at Tracey who averted her gaze away from the others eyes. Remus Lupin then left to talk to another red headed man with his hair in long ponytail and scars across his face. Tracey’s thoughts were distracted by Molly Weasley dishing out dinner on Tracey’s plate.

The kitchen was disturbed by the late arrival of Harry Potter and his two best friends. The three sat down opposite Tracey, who was only acknowledged by Hermione Granger who smiled faintly. Tracey’s eyes immediately turned to Harry Potter’s best friend Ron Weasley. He didn’t notice Tracey until Harry nudged him.

“You’re a Slytherin aren’t you?” His voice was harsh and Tracey was taken aback, she hadn’t given him any reason to dislike her. Tracey nodded and felt her cheeks blush as the ‘golden trio’ fixed their gaze on her. “Then why are you here?” Ron spoke again, this time was softer. Tracey’s heart began to beat faster.

“Not everyone in Slytherin is evil Ron.” The youngest Weasley snapped at her older brother. Tracey made a mental note to thank Ginny Weasley later.

The meal passed quickly but Tracey didn’t eat much; she never had done and she didn’t intend to start now, even with Molly Weasley forcing more food on her china plate. Tracey pretended not to notice the smiles of pity and whispers behind her back. Merlin she didn’t even want to be there. She wanted to be at Mandy’s holiday home with Su and Kevin. She didn’t want to be in a house with people she barely knew and being forced to sit through the pitying glances. She wanted to go home.

<hr>

Megan Jones found her friend sitting on a wooden bench in the middle of a cemetery. The graveyard was quiet and no wind moved in the green leaves hanging from the tall trees. Megan’s friend didn’t make any acknowledgment until she spoke.

“Visiting Cedric again?” Megan didn’t need to ask. Cedric’s grave was opposite, a fresh bouquet of flowers placed on the edges of the stone. She knew why Zacharias visited every summer; Cedric had been kind, brave and an extremely good and loyal friend. He had also been the best Quidditch captain Hufflepuff ever had and also gave Zacharias a chance when no one else did.

Megan sat in silence again and let Zacharias lean against her shoulder and stare at the name engraved on the stone. The village of Ottery St Catchpole lay behind the churchyard wall. There were no lights on in the village as the sun began to fall behind the horizon and it wasn’t until the stars started to shine that Zacharias stirred.

“We should get going; Ernie and Hannah will be wondering where we are.” Zacharias stood and ran his Quidditch worn hands through his unkempt blond hair. Megan blushed as Zacharias’ hand touched hers as he helped pull her up.

“Don’t the Weasley’s live round here?” Megan tried to keep her voice casual. Zacharias shrugged and hauled his bag on his shoulder and took Megan’s hand.

“How should I know; I don’t even talk to them,” He snapped and started walking up the dusty path. “Especially that git Ron.”

Megan sighed and suggested they go find them. Zacharias responded with grunt and laughed bitterly. The Weasley house stood a few hundred metres down the Church road. Several floors were stacked on top of one another and there was a distant light on the second floor.

“They won’t want us there Megan. C’mon we’ve got friends to get to.” Zacharias tore his gaze from the house. Before he could apparate Megan grabbed his arm.

“What happened?” Zacharias froze at this and exhaled deeply.

“Before…before Ginny went out with Potter we had an argument, a stupid argument about Potter and Quidditch.” Zacharias paused for a moment, blush covering his pale skin. “Then she pushed me up against the wall and kissed me.”

“And then?”

“Well I pushed her away.”

“Why I thought you liked her; you stared at the Gryffindor table enough.”

Zacharias sighed and apparated away. Megan shook her head and followed suit.

<hr>

Cho Chang ran down the cobbled streets, her dark hood up and her cloak wrapped tightly around her. Her breath was ragged and hitched in her throat as she stopped suddenly, hiding in the alcove in the wall. She heard voices and footsteps pass and cautiously stepped back into the alleyway.

Her head was lowered as she dragged herself through Knockturn Alley. The alley was empty except for the odd heavily cloaked figure stalking in the shadows. Cho walked quietly past them, her wand gripped tightly in her hand. A voice shouted her name behind her and she turned quickly away, frowning at the person running closer.

“Cho wait…wait.” The voice cried as Cho began walking down the alley. He caught up with her and tugged her sleeve gently. “You can’t walk through here on your own.” He whispered harshly, his eyes darting.

Cho scoffed, “Aren’t you on your own?” He didn’t answer at first. “Don’t you dare say it’s because I’m a woman or maybe it’s because you think I can’t handle walking down an alley by myself.”

“Cho you’re walking down Knockturn Alley on your own in the middle of a war. I’m your boyfriend; you can’t blame me for being worried.” He snapped and nervously looked over his shoulder.

“Michael, I’m taking a shortcut to Diagon Alley.” Cho started walking forward again. She resumed talking to Michael as he followed. “Roger is staying there, I said I’d meet him and then we’d leave.”

“Roger Davies?” Michael snorted and held back a laugh. “You know he’s only after one thing don’t you?”

Cho stopped suddenly with her face blushing. Her long dark hair whipped at her face. “Those rumours aren’t, you know that. If you do believe them; you’d know I’m not exactly his type.”

Cho’s found her feet had reached Diagon Alley. The street was empty and the streetlamps were dimly lit, casting faint shadows over the cobbled stones. Her dainty feet ran towards Roger’s flat, Michael following closely behind. Their figures kept to the shadows. Cho’s long, pale fingers tapped on the red painted door. The door creaked open and Roger hugged her tightly. He nodded to Michael, who smiled weakly in return. Roger pulled the pair indoors.

The hallway was narrow and was taken up by the large Hogwarts trunk that hadn’t been used for a year. It was immaculate, not a scratch. It was as if it had never been used. Roger immediately shrunk it and placed it in his jeans pocket, making room for Cho and Michael to follow him through to the kitchen.

Roger lit his cigarette with a muggle lighter and placed it between his thin lips. Smoke filled the tiny kitchen as Roger tidied up with a flick of the wand. Cho waved her black over her shoulder and helped him clean up the pots and pans. Michael folded his arms, crouched in the corner of the room, glaring at Roger smiling and chatting with Cho. Michael stood and broke the silence.

“Shouldn’t we be going now?” Michael’s voice was impatient and motioned for them to get going. His ivy eyes focused on Cho’s hand clasped on Roger’s forearm.

“Yeah, c’mon.” Cho lead the two out of the kitchen and into the dark street, Michael then apparated out of Diagon Alley.

The three landed in a secluded countryside lane surrounded by green fields ready for harvest. A small cottage lay a few hundred yards down the lane, covered in ivy. A middle aged woman was waiting at the white painted gate waving frantically at them. As the three moved closer, she ran forward and brought Michael into a warm hug. Her hair was grey and her face was lined with faint wrinkles but she looked exactly like Michael, with the same ivy eyes and defined cheekbones. She smiled and welcomed Cho and nodded at Roger when Michael grudgingly introduced them. The gravel crunched beneath their feet as they hurried up the garden path.

“I don’t like you going off like that, I know you want to help Michael but it doesn’t help my nerves.” Mrs Corner complained and fussed around the kitchen once they got inside. “Now take this, it will help you sleep.”

The three accepted the hot drink and followed Mrs Corner up the creaky stairs. “Cho you’re in here, and Michael’s cousins are in the next one, and I’m only two down, so knock if you need anything.”

“Thank you Mrs Corner.” Cho slipped into the small room and turned off the light.

“Roger you’ll have share with Michael in his attic room.” Mrs Corner left Roger and Michael and returned to bed.

Michael climbed up the spiral staircase to his attic room. The room was fairly small, only allowing two narrow beds and a miniature wardrobe in it. Michael watched Roger raise his eyebrows.

“Couldn’t you make more space with magic?” Roger moaned, dumping his luggage at the end of the second bed.

“My mum’s a muggle and my dad’s not around to do it, so we can’t.” Michael moodily pulled off his shoes and socks, throwing them behind the door.

“What about the sleeping potion?”

“My cousins are wizards, but my mum doesn’t allow magic in the house.” Michael’s voice lowered slightly. “Not since dad left.”

“Oh…I’m sorry.” Roger muttered.

The pair were silent as they dressed into their nightclothes. Michael turned out the light as they crawled under their covers and the two plunged into darkness. The only source of light came from the flashing red digits on the alarm clock.

“Bloody hell it’s freezing Michael. How can you sleep like this?”

“You get used to it.” Michael turned in his bed, reading the clock as 3:15 in the morning. “Well goodnight then.”

“Michael do you think we’ll survive this war?”

“Yeah, if we stick together.”

“Goodnight then.”

“Night.”

Fanfiction- Not a Word

Sun, 02 Sep 2007 10:48:59 GMT

Chapter Four of Not a Word

Characters: Megan Jones, Susan Bones, Zacharias Smith, Sally-Anne Perks, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Ernie Macmillian, Hannah Abbott
Pairings: Zacharias/Su Li, unrequited Megan/Zacharias, unrequited Zacharias/Anthony Goldstein
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Scenes of a mild sexual nature, mild language, sensitive topic/theme, substance use/abuse. Slash pairing
Summary: Megan knows what she wants and that's Quidditch star Zacharias but he secretly wants his best friend Anthony. Ernie thinks knows how to get Hannah who's oblivious, but Susan knows what he's up to and drags in Sally-Anne who is attempting to seduce Ravenclaw hottie Michael Corner. And Justin...well he just wants to pass Arthimancy. Set during HBP.

Chapter Four

‘You will fly and you will crawl,

God knows even angels fall,

No such thing as you lost it all,

God even angels fall.’

- Even Angels Fall by Jessica Riddle

Zacharias awoke to Justin swearing and shouting at the top of his voice because he had forgotten to do his Herbology homework. Then the darkness of the morning and dormitory hit him. There was barely any sunlight peaking through the grey clouds and the air was bitterly cold; so much for the Quidditch practice then. Zacharias moodily pulled on his school uniform; the crap weather and his lateness certainly weren’t helping his mood. He was not a morning person.

“C’mon we haven’t got long until Herbology starts.” Ernie pushed him through the door. Zacharias followed Ernie and a frantic Justin towards the Great Hall. It was packed with students, most of them talking amongst themselves and several with Daily Prophets in their laps. Zacharias sat down, glancing quickly at the Ravenclaw sixth years but all he saw was Mandy Brocklehurst, who Justin was now staring at, and Chris Spinks. By the time a piece of toast reached his lips, it was the start of lessons.

Despite the cold and rain outside and the doors of the greenhouses open, inside was boiling. Twenty students were huddled inside wrestling a Venomous Tentacula each. Several people had already succeeded; Neville Longbottom, a Slytherin Zacharias didn’t know, and of course Hermione Granger. He cursed loudly as the plant attacked him from behind- Hermione Granger tried to keep the smug grin off her face.

Thunder rumbled overhead and several people jumped, knocking pots onto the concrete floor. Professor Sprout’s voice shrieked at them but she stopped at the arrival of Professor McGonagall in the doorway. Zacharias noticed the whole class had fell silent at the Transfiguration teacher’s sudden appearance. Her face was grim and more strict than normal. She tried to smile but it came out more like a grimace. Her eyes darted to where Hannah and Ernie were sitting and back to Professor Sprout. The silence soon turned to whispers as the two teachers talked together in a corner. Zacharias watched Professor Sprout’s hands move to her mouth in shock. He nudged Justin to ask if he knew what was going on but he merely shrugged.

Droplets of rain were now hammering on the roof of the greenhouse. It was the only sound as the two women made their way to Hannah. Zacharias heart was now pounding against his ribcage- what had happened? Suddenly there was a piercing cry from Hannah and she burst into tears, her body crumbling with sobs. Ernie rushed to her side and she clung onto his robes and buried her head into his shoulder. No one moved.

“Come along dear, your father’s in the headmaster’s office.” Professor McGonagall guided Hannah to the door. “Mr McMillan can come with you.” She added as Hannah refused to let go of his robes.

“Right carry on with what you were doing. I’m going to see to Hannah but Professor Flitwick will be here to supervise you in a moment.” Professor Sprout hurried out into the downpour, Hannah and Ernie’s bags floating behind her. Of course no one did as she said and began talking.

“Her mother was found dead.” A Slytherin managed to say through the crowd of questions. “I overheard them talking.” The girl shook her dark head at something her friend Mandy Brocklehurst said and then fell silent again.

Zacharias’ heart was still pounding and he sat down onto a wooden stool. He exchanged glances with a worried Justin, whose face had almost lost its colour. Across the table Megan and Susan were whispering and Megan’s arms waved around dramatically. Zacharias sighed and rubbed his eyes with his Quidditch worn fingers- the war was already at Hogwarts.

<hr>

Two weeks after Hannah left Hogwarts, Susan was still in a sombre mood. She sat in her astronomy class not paying attention to what the professor was saying. Instead her eyes kept drifting to where Hannah usually sat. The two of them were the only Hufflepuffs to take this class and with the small class of eight, Susan found she had no one talk to. Susan knew without Megan she wasn’t the most popular girl in the classroom.

The class was dismissed early and Susan strolled to the Great Hall for dinner, letting Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass walk ahead. They were talking in urgent whispers and kept glancing at the other students. Daphne curled her honey blonde hair around a dainty finger and fluttered her eyelashes at an older Slytherin. When he only passed by Daphne let out a heavy sigh and Pansy patted her on the shoulder. Susan watched them in confusion for a moment until two girls giggling over a new dress sat down at the Gryffindor table.

“Hogsmeade.” Susan whispered, realising it was the next day. She repeated the word over and over again like a curse. She hated Hogsmeade trips. She usually got abandoned by Megan who was on a date and she got stuck on her own or worse she played the third wheel to Zacharias and his date for the day.

“Susan Bones?” A fellow sixth year, dressed in Ravenclaw blue robes asked with a hint of worry. Susan nodded. He was a few inches taller than her and he was reasonably good looking with dark wavy hair and a cheerful smile. She vaguely recognised him from a few of her classes. “I’m Chris Spinks.” He held out his hand for Susan to shake. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade with me.”

Susan felt her cheeks blush a little and she cleared her throat before replying. “Sure why not.”

Chris smiled broadly. “I’ll meet you in the entrance hall after breakfast.” Chris smiled again and left Susan at the Hufflepuff table.

“Did he just ask you out?” Megan asked as soon as Susan sat down. Susan nodded and immediately reached for a piece of Shepherds pie.

“Do you know anything about him?” Susan watched Chris dive into a conversation with a fellow Ravenclaw.

“No, but at least he’s smart; he’ll hold a conversation.” Megan turned her attention to her dinner.

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that; I went out with Roger Davies last year and all he talked about was Quidditch.” Susan moaned and quickly changed the conversation. “Have they released Stan Shunpike yet?”

“No, the Ministry must be really stupid to think someone would go boasting about Death Eaters plans.” Megan snorted and smiled at Zacharias as he joined them with piles of Arthimancy notes.

“The Ministry don’t want to admit they’ve done something wrong.” Zacharias added, taking a bite of vegetables now on his plate. “A loud of crap if you ask me.”

“Oh you’ll never guess who got asked out by Chris Spinks today.” Megan leant forward.

“Really?” Zacharias turned to Susan and raised one eyebrow questionably. “Who I am left with tomorrow then?”

Susan shrugged and turned to Megan who had a smug grin on her face. “Well it’s not me; I’ve got a date.”

“Who with?” Susan’s voice raised a little, wondering why her friend hadn’t told her before.

“Kevin Entwhistle.” Megan shrugged as if it was nothing and waved at him across the hall.

“Lucky cow.” Susan cried; Megan always got the best looking and popular dates whereas Susan was left with the one no one knew anything about.

<hr>

The sky was already dark before Zacharias left the Great Hall to the Quidditch pitch. It was empty and lit by a few lamps around the outside, casting shadows over the neatly kept grass. The wind was cool and stung his face as he flew through the air, tossing and turning with the path of the Quaffle. Zacharias caught it between the tips of his slender fingers. He dropped it purposefully and followed it again. Flying made him feel free, unaware of any troubles and for the first time alive.

Zacharias swore as he missed and almost crashed into the spectators stand. A lone figure was stood at the gates watching him. The figure was tall, taller than him. The figure waved and Zacharias flew lower, the Quaffle now following him. He stopped flying as he recognised the messy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. His heart was beating fast as he landed on the soft ground. The figure-Anthony Goldstein- walked over. Zacharias feet seemed to be rooted to the spot. The broomstick felt alien in his hands and he placed the Quaffle under his arm. He was very aware of every part of himself as Anthony got closer.

“I saw you flying; reckon Hufflepuff have a good chance this year?” Anthony spoke up, his hands in his pockets.

Zacharias wasn’t sure if that was a question or statement. “Yeah maybe: if Potter’s not playing.” Anthony nodded and brought out a piece of parchment.

“Professor Vector asked me to give you this.” Anthony handed him the note. Zacharias heart sank- he was only here to give him a note. The parchment was smooth against his rough hands. He could barely make out the writing in the darkness but thought he saw ‘missing homework’.

“Just bloody great.” Zacharias muttered and thanked Anthony.

“Wait, Zacharias.” Anthony stopped him flying once more. “Do you mind if I join you- flying relaxes me?”

“Sure.” Zacharias shrugged and took off from the ground. The air was even colder than before and his ears and cheeks began to grow red from the bitterness. He shivered and flew to the other side of the pitch as Anthony joined him on a borrowed broomstick. Zacharias threw the Quaffle to Anthony who caught it with skill.

The pair played Quidditch until the light in the lamps ran out and they landed on the grass, laughing at Anthony’s attempt to fly backwards. The broom shed was quiet as Zacharias packed the Quaffle and borrowed broomstick away. Once more he was very aware of everything he did and the silence from Anthony was incredibily unnerving.

“Are you going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?” Anthony asked, watching Zacharias lock the broom shed.

“I don’t know yet.” Zacharias replied honestly and began walking back up the well trodden path to the castle. “Are you?” He enquired almost too quickly.

“Probably, but Michael’s going with Cho, and Terry and I haven’t been the same since we went out and then broke up.” Anthony shrugged and shivered against the wind.

Zacharias nodded, not sure of how to respond. They reached the entrance to the castle. Zacharias’ hand turned the door handle and they both moved at the same time, bumping into each other. They laughed and immediately moved back but not far enough for them to move separately. Zacharias thought this only happened on those muggle films. His once normal heart beat quickened and he felt the sudden urge to move closer. Anthony apparently did too and Zacharias could now feel Anthony’s breath close to his and all Zacharias wanted to do was…

“Zacharias.” The pair sprang apart. Su Li was running down towards them, her long dark billowing behind her. She halted and tried to catch her breath. “Have you got a date for Hogsmeade yet?” Zacharias shook his head. “Great, will you meet me; I need to talk to you about us?”

“Um…”Zacharias paused, he could feel Anthony’s eyes boring into the back of his head. “Sure why not.” Su leapt forward and hugged him. She took one look at Anthony and how close they two boys were. She shook her head as if she had imagined it and waved as she ran back down the corridor to the Ravenclaw Tower.

“I might see you at Hogsmeade then?” Anthony’s voice was quieter than usual.

“Yeah.” Zacharias said. Neither of them spoke. Zacharias plucked up the courage to look at Anthony. They were doing that thing- the thing that Zacharias couldn’t name- where neither looked away or said anything; the part that made his hands clammy and voice nervous.

“Bye then.” Anthony said and started to walk away.

“Yeah bye.” Zacharias added as Anthony went the same way Su towards the Ravenclaw Tower. “Shit.” Zacharias stomped down the corridor to the Hufflepuff dormitories; he could have handled that better.

Fanfiction- Not a Word and a quick update

Sat, 25 Aug 2007 15:03:00 GMT

My parents have had the last week off and started by getting my sister and I to help clean the entire house (somehow my sister got out of most of the jobs. Sometimes it really sucks being the eldest.) My mum is complaining about how much time I spend in the fandom, apparently it would be better if I stopped and started my own novel. I'm so glad it's the weekend and they lay off a bit.

*Must watch final of Dance X tonight- Bruno's group to win.*

Chapter Three of Not a Word

Characters: Megan Jones, Susan Bones, Zacharias Smith, Sally-Anne Perks, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Ernie Macmillian, Hannah Abbott
Pairings: Zacharias/Su Li, unrequited Megan/Zacharias, unrequited Zacharias/Anthony Goldstein
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Scenes of a mild sexual nature, mild language, sensitive topic/theme, substance use/abuse. Slash pairing
Summary: Megan knows what she wants and that's Quidditch star Zacharias but he secretly wants his best friend Anthony. Ernie thinks knows how to get Hannah who's oblivious, but Susan knows what he's up to and drags in Sally-Anne who is attempting to seduce Ravenclaw hottie Michael Corner. And Justin...well he just wants to pass Arthimancy. Set during HBP.

Chapter Three

‘I want you to want me,

I need you to need me,

I’d love you to love me,

I’m beggin’ you to beg me’

- I want you to want me by Cheap Trick

It had been a week since Megan had seen Zacharias with Su and she couldn’t be happier. It meant he was spending more time with Megan, not that he noticed her flicking her silky red hair and fluttering eyelashes. Zacharias was now sitting infront of her talking with Ernie about their latest Transfiguration homework. Megan stared dreamily at her oldest friend as he laughed at something Ernie said.

“Megan, are you listening?” Susan asked impatiently. Megan nodded and reluctantly broke her gaze from Zacharias. “No you weren’t.”

Of course Megan hadn’t been listening to a word Susan was saying but there was no harm pretending. She scoffed as Susan complained again and returned to her arthimancy homework. She could feel Susan’s eyes boring into the back of her head. Megan couldn’t stand it when her friend was right, which was most of the time. ’Just concentrate on the numbers, not Zacharias’. Megan found her eyes wandered back to him, but he didn’t look back; he was too busy making notes. Megan sighed deeply. She knew Susan would be glaring at her now; raising her eyebrows at Megan’s glazed over eyes.

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” Megan shot round at her friend, who didn’t even look up from the parchment she was writing on.

“Excuse me?” Megan hissed at Susan making sure no one would overhear them. “I’m not doing anything, well not yet.” When Susan didn’t say anything and only gave her a pitying smile, Megan stormed out of the common room, hauling her books and bag with her.

The sixteen year old stomped up the corridors and stairs, hoping to get some peace away from her friends, as awful as that sounds. Megan knew she shouldn’t have snapped at Susan who was only looking out for her, but Megan had inherited her aunt Gwenog’s short fuse. Both would loose their temper at almost anything; everyone said it was the red hair.

“Fucking cliché.” Megan said out loud as she reached the library. Her mood hadn’t improved as she took a seat at a rickety table; not only was Madam Pince stalking the bookshelves wondering who had just swore but a few tables down, opposite the charms section, sat Su Li the girl who had stolen Zacharias heart, or so it seemed.

“Always thought she was a slag.” Megan turned to see Hannah Abbott watching the pair. She was shocked that Hannah of all people would come out with that word.

“Why what happen…”Megan stopped, suddenly realising Su’s hand was wandering up the boy’s thigh. “Moves on quick don’t she.” Megan snapped. Su and the Ravenclaw boy were now kissing, their hands beginning to wander. Megan pulled a face of disgust; Su and Zacharias only agreed to take a break a week ago and Su was going out or maybe just sleeping with someone else.

“So much for no pda.” Hannah sat down on the other stool and turned back to Megan.

Megan raised her eyebrows expecting Hannah to say something. She didn’t. Megan shrugged and went back to her arthimancy homework and avoided talking to Hannah as much as she could. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Hannah, she was a decent girl, but Megan found her so sweet and good natured it was nauseating and slightly unrealistic, and Megan didn’t like clichés. The rest of the hour passed quickly and to Megan’s relief her homework was finished and she hadn’t spent the entire time thinking of Zacharias.

“So what lesson have you got next?” Hannah asked as they walked out of the library.

“Muggle studies.” Megan replied and when Hannah wanted to know if she enjoyed it, Megan refrained from saying no because she was stuck in a classroom with Ernie.

True to his nature Ernie was already there when Megan arrived at the classroom on the second floor. The classroom was busy and making sure the professor was talking to someone else, Megan pulled out her latest copy of the Quibbler and a pack of chocolate frogs.

“I almost caught Justin and Sally-Anne kissing last week.” Ernie said calmly. Megan almost choked on her chocolate frog.

“Justin and Sally-Anne?” Megan couldn’t believe it; the pair were complete opposites.

“I know I was shocked too.”

“You should really stop gossiping Ernie.” Megan teased. Ernie always responded in return ‘Boy’s don’t gossip. I’m only informing you of something I know.’ This time all he did was glare at Megan as the Professor turned to the whole class, explaining they would be learning about muggle music.

“Maybe this lesson won’t be so bad.” Megan thought as a the muggle music began to play.

<hr>

Megan didn’t see her best friend Susan until the end of the day. They made their way to the greenhouses quickly, despite irritating Hufflepuff third years trying to get their attention. Behind the first greenhouse, surrounded by Professor Spout’s prized muggle plants, was a small clearing just big enough for two people. It had been Megan and Susan’s spot since their first year, only now in their sixth, the topics of conversation were corridor gossip, boys and the war. Their talks were now accompanied by a bottle of butterbeer and the occasional cigarette.

Megan handed the bottle of butterbeer to Susan who drowned a quarter of it straight away. The pair had skipped dinner and brought a couple of pieces of toast, not wanting to sit in the hall with excited first years and Ernie’s daily report of lessons.

“What did you think of Ginny and Dean’s rather public display of affection?” Megan asked, placing a cigarette between her full lips and lit it with a muggle lighter. The smell lingered on her clothes and she frowned; she’d get a lecture of Ernie later.

“I could have vomited.” Susan replied bluntly. “It’s a good job Ron Weasley wasn’t there, he would have decked Dean.” Susan snorted and took the cigarette out of Megan’s hand. Megan rolled her eyes as Susan took a drag and leant her head back against the cold glass of the greenhouse. “Merlin I feel like a rebel.”

Megan laughed and snatched the cigarette out of Susan’s hands. “Susan you’re only smoking, it’s not like your skipping classes and taking drugs.”

“I know but we Hufflepuffs’ aren’t supposed to.”

“True.” Megan responded, thinking of something to say back before Susan could start ranting; too late.

“Everyone favours Gryffindor, just because they’re brave and noble.” Susan paused. “And they have Harry bloody Potter who apparently will save us all. Didn’t save Aunt Amelia did he?” Susan sipped the last of the butterbeer and stared at the ground.

“Suze you don’t have to forget about her you know.”

“Some Slytherin said something about her before I met you, and I heard Lavender mention Harry was the ‘chosen one’.” Megan wrapped her arms around Susan and let her fall silent for a few minutes.

“Thanks.” Susan sniffed. “Now get off you’re going to suffocate me.” Susan laughed and hit Megan playfully on the arm.

Megan giggled and helped Susan up. The two linked arms as they walked across the hard ground, talking in whispers. Dinner was over and they had to push their way through crowds of students to the Hufflepuff basement. Megan hated the girls who chased after her wanting popularity with the older students. They followed her around and kept asking for advice on everything from Arthimancy homework, even though Susan was clearly better, to what colour lip gloss to wear. One of the girls, Rebecca Vane, was shouting after her when Megan stepped through the common room door.

“Megan I need your help.” Rebecca was a fourth year with a rather prominent chin and large dark eyes. She had a twin sister Romilda in Gryffindor who shared the same giggly reputation, but Rebecca was fair as her sister was dark. “I’ve got a date to Hogsmeade and I don’t know what to wear.”

“Isn’t Hogsmeade a fortnight away?” Megan raised one eyebrow as she read the sign on the notice board.

“Well yes, but this date is very important.” Rebecca swept her long blonde hair over her shoulder and threw her hands in the air as she spoke. Megan suppressed a smirk at the fourth year’s dramatics. “What do you think?” Rebecca brought out a knee length baby blue dress out of its’ packaging. It was frilly around the bottom and no doubt her twin had one in pink. In Megan’s honest opinion the dress was hideous. Rebecca was looking at her expectantly, biting her bottom lip.

“It’s a bit much for Hogsmeade.” Megan replied as honestly as she could. The girls face fell. “Wear that green top you were wearing the other day.”

“Thank you Megan.” Rebecca ran forward and hugged her tightly before running off with her friends.

“I thought you didn’t like her?” Megan turned at the voice.

“Zacharias, I thought you had charms club.”

“It got cancelled. I didn’t think you’d voluntarily talk to Rebecca Vane.” Zacharias slumped into a black chair next to the fire and kicked off his shoes.

“She practically jumped on me. Anyway her sister’s far worse.” Megan collapsed next to him, ignoring Susan’s warning looks from the other side of the room. “Why are your robes wet?” Megan asked only just noticing his wet cloak.

“Quidditch, we got caught in the rain.” Zacharias cleared his throat. “I’ve got homework to do, so I’ll see you in a bit.”

Megan watched him almost run up to the boys dormitories. There was something he wasn’t telling her and she was going to find out what it was. Megan Jones did not like secrets.

Drabble- His

Sat, 25 Aug 2007 10:43:40 GMT

This was written last night and my first go at Regulus/Sirius. I edited it and typed it whist watching Supernatural at 11pm so I apologise if there's any typos or grammer mistakes. Please don't flame me. My parents keep looking over my shoulder and reading the screen- it's a good job they don't read this livejournal.

Characters: Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr
Pairings: implied Regulus/Sirius, Regulus/Barty Jr
Rating: 15+
Length: 202 words
Warnings: scenes of a mild sexual nature, language, slash (same-sex pairing), implied Regulus/Sirius
Summary: Regulus was his, only his...

Sirius’ eyes darted from the exchanged glances, the subtle touches, the enticing smiles to the lips against lips, the hands under shirts, the skin against skin.

Regulus’ raven hair melted with Barty’s dirty blonde and he moaned as Barty’s pale hand slipped under the waistline of his black trousers. They both turned at footsteps at the end of the corridor.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Sirius shouted from a few metres away and Barty’s hand flew out from between the thin material and Regulus’ skin.

Regulus felt his cheeks redden at his older brother’s constant stare and clenched fists. He pleaded with Barty to leave, whose gaze didn’t move from Regulus until he reached the corner and left the two brothers alone.

“So you’re fucking him now?” Sirius’ voice was calmer yet it still managed to keep the younger Black against the wall, the roughness scraping at his bare back. Sirius towered over him, identical hair falling into pale eyes with such elegance that Regulus couldn’t muster. His heartbeat was racing faster and his breathing shallow but Sirius didn’t seem to notice.

“Are you?”

“…yes.”

Sirius interlaced his fingers with Regulus’ and drew closer. Regulus was his, only his.

Doctor Who Icons and New Banners

Fri, 24 Aug 2007 15:29:22 GMT

I've made seven more Doctor Who icons. Feel free to use them but please credit me as ferme2 and don't claim as your own. From seasons two and three. Screencaps from http://doctorwho.time-and-space.co.uk

Only 12 more to go :) I'll post them all together when I reach 25.

I've also made two new banners for my fanfictions at HPFF, which aren't up yet. Please do not take these and use as your own.

Fanfiction- Meet me by the monument

Tue, 21 Aug 2007 11:54:01 GMT

This is my first Marauder/First Order story and it is set in 1974. I don't know if the characters ages are canon since we know nothing about them apart from their deaths, but I've put them two years above the Marauders. This will be a very long story as I'm planning for it to last until the end of the first war. It has good reviews over at HPFF and I thought I'd post it here. I haven't written the second chapter yet so there won't be an update for few weeks especially with Tumble and Fall and Not a Word in writing as well.

Characters: Marlene McKinnon, Caradoc Dearborn, Edgar Bones, Alice Longbottom, Emmeline Vance
Pairings: Alice/Frank, Marlene/Edgar
Rating: Mature
Length: 1239 words
Warnings: Scenes of a mild sexual nature, sensitive topic/theme, substance use/abuse, contains slash (same-sex pairing), mild language, mild violence
Summary: It’s the autumn of 1974 and five friends are starting their last year of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A rumour of danger spreads through the school; an evil not yet seen that could rip the Wizarding world apart, so the friends make a promise; when it starts, to meet by the monument every Saturday, no matter the consequences. A first Order Story

Chapter One

The silk whispered against her pale skin and she shivered. Her dark hair melted with his blonde and she giggled as she traced his fingertips along her freckled waist. Her lips moved to Status Quo that was playing on the muggle record player in the background. The drapes around the bed were closed but a yellow light of an old lamp was streaming through the thin material.

The girl laughed loudly and took the boys hand, blushing. She dragged him out of the bed, silk covers falling. His crystal eyes watched her small frame pick up the clothes and tie her raven hair into a ponytail with a pale yellow ribbon. She threw him a bottle of butterbeer and he fell back under the soft sheets. There was a knock at the door. The girl froze.

“Marlene?” A man’s voice questioned and he tapped again on the wooden door. “I know you’re there; I can hear your music.”

“Coming.” The girl hushed at the boy and opened the door enough for her to poke her head round. “Yes?”

“Marlene you have to leave for Hogwarts.” The man paused, frowning at his daughter’s messy attire. “Caradoc’s already here.”

“Yeah I’ll be right down.” Marlene smiled and shut the door. Her gaze fell on the boy in the bed. His pale eyes winked at her and she chuckled quietly. “You have to go; my father will be here soon.”

Marlene swore loudly as the door opened suddenly. Caradoc Dearborn stood in the doorway. His high cheekbones were flushed with anger and his dark eyes darted from Marlene to the boy in the bed. He grabbed her to one side and hissed at her.

“A Slytherin, are you insane?” Caradoc whispered harshly and glanced nervously over his shoulder at the boy who was now dressed.

“Relax Cara; I can take care of myself.” Marlene pulled out of his grip and handed the boy a handful of floo powder and nudged him into the fireplace.

“I’ll see you around then Marlene.” He kissed her lightly on the forehead and then disappeared into the green flames.

“Wasn’t that Lucius Malfoy’s brother?” Caradoc said in disgust at the empty fireplace. He pushed his chocolate brown hair out of his eyes, a nervous trait of his, and waited for Marlene’s reaction. His friend merely shrugged and strode out of the room.

The pair made their way to Kings Cross in silence. They retraced the steps they had made since first year together, both naïve and the best of friends. Not much had changed, although they liked to think they weren’t so naïve now starting their seventh year. The day was misty and cold, bitterly cold. The two teenagers pushed their way through the crowd of students, elbowing excited first years out of the way. Marlene ran forward, leaving Caradoc with the trolleys, when she spotted a girl of seventeen standing next to a stone pillar. The girl hugged her tightly. She was pretty with curly blonde hair and a round friendly face. She took Marlene’s hand and led her and Caradoc to a compartment on the train.

“I can’t believe it’s our last year.” The girl, Alice Horne, said dramatically as she sat down on the faded tartan covered benches.

“Alice, do you ever want to leave Hogwarts?” Marlene joked and laughed as Alice poked her tongue out at her. “Oh I just remembered, Frank’s not at Hogwarts this year.”

Alice giggled and hid her blushing face from view. “No he’s not and I don’t want to hear any jokes about it either.” Alice stood her ground but Caradoc and Marlene burst out laughing.

“Alice you’re too nice to be cross.” Caradoc struggled to speak through laughter. Alice just rolled her eyes and lightly slapped him on the arm in a playful gesture.

Marlene turned her attention to a fifth year stood in the doorway. She was already in her Gryffindor robes and the prefect badge was pinned under the crest of Gryffindor. The fifth year flicked her red hair over her shoulder as she handed Marlene a letter.

“Thanks.” Marlene took the letter and watched the girl glare at a group of students hexing a greasy haired Slytherin. “Emmeline’s sent a letter; she’s been made Head Girl.”

“It was bound to be Em wasn’t it.” Caradoc leant back on the compartment bench, forcing Marlene and Alice to sit opposite. “Who’s Head Boy?”

“Parkinson from Slytherin.” Alice pulled a face of disgust, matching Caradoc’s expression. “Dumbledore’s is probably trying to promote house unity.”

A few minutes to eleven o’clock Edgar Bones bounced into the compartment. His mousy brown was windswept and his trunk was covered in raindrops. He apologised for being late and settled down between Marlene and Alice.

“Everyone alright?” Edgar asked cheerfully, despite the grim weather and sombre mood of the train.

“Well you better ask Marlene.” Caradoc fixed his gaze on Marlene. “You’ll never guess who I found in her room this morning.”

Marlene frowned; Caradoc had no right to get so involved with her personal business, even if they were like brother and sister. She waved the question off and attempted to change the conversation but the others wouldn’t have it. Alice leaned forward, naming almost everyone Marlene had heard of in their year, except for the Slytherins. When Marlene said no to everyone Caradoc finally broke.

“Only Lucius Malfoy’s older brother.” His lips curved into a haughty smile, breaking the attractiveness of his aristocratic appearance.

“Cara!” Marlene cried and threw an empty packet of sweets at him, “why do you have to be so nosey?”

Caradoc only laughed and threw the packet back at her. “All part of my charm.” He flashed his charming grin and winked at her.

“Don’t be a prat.” Marlene said sternly but soon cracked a smile as the compartment turned into a fight with sweet packets and chocolate wrappers.

“I could have you put in detention you know.” A voice interrupted with a hint of laughter in her voice. Emmeline Vance strode into the compartment, giggling at the scene before her. She was elegant and walked with a certain grace that even the Slytherins’ with their ‘mudblood’ cries could not stop.

“How was Parkinson?” Marlene enquired as Emmeline shoved Caradoc over. Marlene never understood her friends’ prejudices towards the Slytherin’s.

“Being a git as usual.” Emmeline shrugged but then shut the compartment door with a flick of her wand. “Don’t want to scare the younger students.” She shook her head and her expression turned grave. “Have you heard the rumours?”

Marlene looked round at the others; Alice and Caradoc looked confused but a hint of recognition passed Edgar’s face.

“My dad says someone’s been killing muggles.” He lowered his voice to barely a whisper. Marlene let out a gasp. Surely the Ministry could sort this out. “And they don’t know exactly who it is.”

“Apparently someone called he-who-must-not-be-named has been gathering followers, mostly ex Slytherins, to join in, something about blood purity.”

Caradoc shot Marlene a look and turned back to Emmeline. “Why is he called he-who-must-not-be-named?”

“People are too scared to say his name; they think it’s a curse.” Emmeline wrote down a name on a piece of parchment and handed it to the other four.

Marlene’s hazel eyes scanned the parchment; Lord Voldemort. Marlene swallowed deeply and looked at the others who had the same worried expression on their faces; what’s going to happen?

Dancing on Water- Seamus/Luna one-shot

Tue, 21 Aug 2007 11:32:24 GMT

I started this one-shot last year but only finished it in May. It's over at HPFF and has the most reviews of my one-shots. I don't ship this pairing that much after DH (now it's Luna/Dean) but I love the characters, even though Seamus is a Gryffindor.

Characters: Luna Lovegood, Seamus Finnegan
Pairings: Luna/Seamus
Rating: 12+
Length: 1291 words

Warnings: None
Summary:
“What are you doing?” Luna looked up to see a boy who she knew was Dean Thomas’ friend. He spoke in an Irish accent and raised his eyebrows at Luna’s motionless position. “Watching.” Luna stated simply. “Watching what?” He asked perplexed. “Can’t you see them?” Luna pointed out the little beings. “They dance on the water.” (Written pre DH so no spoilers)

Dancing On Water

Water splashed against the black rocks. The seagulls squawked diving towards the food littered around the wooden benches. They pecked at the chips lying in the paper packets before being shooed away by an elderly woman carrying an umbrella to protect her pale wrinkly face from the hot sun. She complained at the young children screaming and running between the seats. The town of Lyme Regis was busy and full of holidaymakers. The sun streamed down on the golden sand. Two people arrived at the beachfront, their car borrowed from a muggle friend. The father took a seat on one of the old benches overlooking the glistening blue sea.

His daughter Luna skipped down the stone steps, her feet landing on the soft sand. Her toes wiggled and she hopped towards the water. Her butterbeer cork necklace swung around her neck as she darted amid the other tourists. Before her feet reached the waters edge, Luna turned and waved to her father at the harbour wall. Mr Lovegood looked up from his book and smiled.

A sudden gust of wind threw Luna’s golden hair over her shoulder. She pulled off her white cardigan and let it hang in her hand. It trailed on the ground, leaving a curving pattern. Luna sat down, the grains of sand sticking in the gaps between her toes. Droplets of liquid flickered into the air and Luna recognised the tiny creatures gliding on the water. Footsteps behind her didn’t cause her to avert her gaze and she continued to watch the creatures jump and dance.

“What are you doing?” Luna looked up to see a boy who she knew was Dean Thomas’ friend. He spoke in an Irish accent and raised his eyebrows at Luna’s motionless position.

“Watching.” Luna stated simply.

“Watching what?” He asked perplexed.

“Can’t you see them?” Luna pointed out the little beings. “They dance on the water.”

“No I can’t.” He held back a laugh.

“Not many people can.” Luna admitted. “Neville said he could though.” He nodded with her knowing Neville probably only agreed with Luna to save debate.

“What’s your name again?”

“Seamus Finnigan.” He replied. Luna nodded and stood abruptly. Seamus moved away from the closeness of Luna’s figure. Luna wiped the sand of the back of her skirt and dipped her toes in the cold water. She quickly drew her feet away as something touched her pale skin.

“Isn’t Lyme Regis a bit far for you to come?” Luna made a conversation, waiting for his reply.

Seamus responded smartly “Not as far as London.”

Luna rolled her eyes and gathering more courage cautiously stepped knee length into the sea. The water moved quicker against her slim legs and crashed onto the beach. Several young children shrieked and ran away from the oncoming water. Luna however let it bash higher up her legs and almost reach her waist. Seamus smirked as Luna squealed at the green slimly seaweed wrapped around one of her legs. She shook her leg trying to get the weed off. She stumbled, losing her balance. She toppled over. Luna went under the murky water, her small feet kicking the surface. Seamus called her name but she resurfaced, spluttering. Luna threw her head back and guffawed. Her body shook with laughter and she held onto Seamus to pull herself up.

“Are you alright?” Seamus asked concerned.

Luna grinned and nodded. Her white cardigan was floating on top of the water. She picked it up and held it. Her black skirt clung to her legs and her pink T-shirt was soaked. Seamus took her hand led her out of the water. They sat on a nearby flat rock. Their toes ran through the water in the rock pool.

“So how have you been since Dumbledore, well you know.”

“Alright I guess. Father’s doing a piece on Dumbledore’s life in the Quibbler.” Luna turned to look at Seamus, watching the freckles on his face. “He thinks it will sell well.”

“How’s your summer been?” Seamus enquired, attempting to keep the conversation going.

Luna replied “Okay, I haven’t seen anyone from Hogwarts though; people tend to stay away from me.”

Seamus shifted in his position and cleared his throat; this was one of the awkward, uncomfortable comments Luna always made. This went unaware to Luna who brought out the latest copy of the Quibbler from her bag and settled down to read. Seamus observed with his indigo eyes. Luna relaxed and let her head drop, her dirty blonde hair fell over her shoulders. She poked her tongue out it concentration as she read the runes, something Seamus had no patience for. Her mouth curved into a smile of accomplishment and she turned the page. She chuckled at the article, and then turned her attention to Seamus. Their eyes met for a moment before he avoided her inquisitive gaze. He ran his right hand through his sandy hair and once again cleared his throat.

The sun merged with the grey cloud causing shadow to line the stony seafront. The beach was now fairly empty due to the wind picking up but a group of people were still fossil hunting through the rocks. Thunder rumbled up head but the pair didn’t move. Rain began to spit on their face and hair. Seamus wiped the water dripping on his skin off with the back of his hand. Luna quickly hid her paper and tied her cardigan onto the strap of her bag. The rain fell harder. Mr Lovegood shouted from the concrete wall, ordering his daughter to come in for shelter. When she protested, he shook his head and returned to the car; he knew she would be in soon.

“You’re not going?”

“No, I like the rain,” Luna said simply, “Especially when it thunders; makes it more exciting.” She shrugged and sprang off the rock, almost landing face flat on the now wet sand. Her bag stayed on her shoulder despite her movement.

“Are you going back to school in September?”

“I don’t know yet, maybe.” Luna checked her wand was behind her ear and stumbled over the stones. “Are you?” She stopped in her tracks and faced Seamus. Luna dropped her head to the right and raised her eyebrows in thought as if scrutinising him. Seamus backed away a bit and spoke.

“No my mum won’t let me; says it’s too dangerous. She’s afraid she’ll lose me and never see me again.”

“She’s got nothing to worry about.” Luna said innocently.

“What do you mean?” Seamus said in a small voice.

“Well we all meet again don’t we? I’ll see my mother again; no one ever says goodbye really.” Luna explained as if talking to a child, “So your mother has nothing to worry about.”

The rain continued to fall as the pair made their way across the beach. Luna rested against her father’s friend’s car. Her father unlocked the door but didn’t encourage her daughter to get in.

“I guess I’ll see you around then.” Seamus said awkwardly. Luna nodded. The rain fell harder, pounding on the ground. Not another soul walked the beach or was hunting for fossils. Several cars joined them on the side of the road, the occupiers forced to eat their picnics in their cars.

“Goodbye Seamus.” Luna went to open the car but his hand folded in hers.

“Do you really think everyone sees each other again?” His voice broke in hesitance.

“Of course they do.” Luna stated. Seamus removed his hand from hers and smiled slightly. “I’ll see you at school if it reopens.”

“Goodbye Luna.” Seamus placed his lips on hers for a short while and then walked away.

“Goodbye.” Luna muttered and climbed into the car, shutting the door tight behind her.

Drabble- I hope to Merlin

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 12:48:02 GMT

Characters: Ginny Weasley, Anthony Goldstein
Pairings: Ginny/Anthony, implied Anthony/Terry
Rating: 15+
Length: 201 words
Warnings: cheating, language, slash (same-sex pairing)
Summary: “I hope to Merlin he was worth it Anthony.”

I hope to Merlin

“I hope to Merlin he was worth it Anthony.” Ginny snapped, her voice gradually rising and her face glowing a deep red.

“Look Gin…I…I’m sorry.” Anthony took a step back as Ginny drew her wand from the table; her bat bogey hexes were legendary. “I didn’t mean to hurt you…”

“It just happened did it?” Ginny scoffed. “I’ve heard it all before, although my boyfriend fucking another bloke is a new one.”

Anthony didn’t take his eyes away from Ginny but fell silent. It was no accident, he knew it.

“Fuck Anthony, I loved you.” Ginny’s voice was quieter, a hint of pleading in her voice. Anthony didn’t respond at this. He was sorry he hurt her but not sorry he had fallen in love with someone else- his best friend.

“Just get out.” Ginny turned away from him. When he didn’t move she shouted again. The door clicked shut and the snow crunched beneath his feet.

Ginny watched the back of his retreating figure as he trudged through the snow and slush. Her heartbeat calmed down to its normal pace but it cracked and creaked.

Anthony turned the corner and was out of sight. Ginny finally let the tears fall.

Fanfiction- Tumble and Fall

Sat, 18 Aug 2007 10:06:30 GMT

This is the second chapter of the Underground Resistance novel. Contains some DH spoilers.

Characters: Morag MacDougal, Stephan Cornfoot, Charlie Weasley, Padma Patil
Pairings: Morag/Charlie Weasley

Rating: Mature
Length: 2,922 words

Warnings: Scenes of a mild sexual nature, sensitive topic/theme, substance use/abuse, contains slash (same-sex pairing), strong language, contains spoilers for DH.
Summary: It’s the year 2000 and Voldemort and his supporters are in control. It’s a world full of danger, betrayal and suspicion and Morag MacDougal is caught in the middle of it. After running away with her friend to safety she discovers hope in the form of a resistance...(Written for circinusphoenix's Underground Resistance challenge) CONTAINS SPOILERS. AU

Chapter Two

The Underground Resistance

The street was dimly lit from the tall lampposts glowing in the evening darkness. There was no sound except for a television blaring in one of the old terraced houses. The sound of laughter followed this, scaring two heavily cloaked figures keeping to the shadows. The night was bitterly cold with a harsh wind and raindrops hammered on the ground. The first figure stopped suddenly as they reached the end of Fern Road. A hood was thrown back off the second figure that had caught up with her companion and was now clutching her side. Her dark hair swung infront of her eyes with the wind and she swept it out with a pale freckly hand. The rain dampened her hair and she cursed under her breath as it began to curl. Her hand was grabbed by the first figure and they took off once more into Sycamore Lane. The houses were identical here; terraced and only one room wide. Several windows were boarded up and graffiti was spread over the Victorian brickwork. At the end of the road was a corner shop. The windows were smashed, scattered glass lay over the concrete and a sign ‘For Sale’ hung on the door handle. The two figures stopped and knocked lightly on the wood. The sign swung and the first figure whispered. The door opened, revealing a big enough gap for them to creep through.

“Stephan, it’s a shop.” Morag frowned at the room infront of her. There were stacks of empty shelves, the occasional packet of chocolate biscuits and tins of fruit on the floor and a desk and till at the back. It looked like an average muggle newsagents. Stephan simply smiled and walked to the door at the back, behind the desk. He pressed the light switch and the door opened slowly. Morag followed Stephan into the storeroom. It was so narrow that her arm bashed against his painfully and she hit the shelf next to her as the ground beneath them began to move and they dropped down what seemed like several floors.

“This is the Underground Resistance.” Stephan said in perfect timing as the doors reopened. Morag struggled to hold back a gasp; the space was the size of two Quidditch pitches and several floors high. The walls and floor were the colour of galleons and Morag blinked hard at the light reflecting off the statue of Albus Dumbledore. As they passed Morag recognised names of those who had died in the second war- her friend Lisa Turpin among them. The pair made their way through a maze of cubicles with desks piled with paper and parchment and covered in newspaper clippings. They passed several doors that led off from the main room, many looked like sitting rooms and there was one huge kitchen. Stephan led Morag off a side door and into a small room packed with foe glasses and other dark detecting objects. Morag paused infront of a black box about seven feet high. The humming from it intrigued her.

“This is a transporting device.” Stephan slammed his hand on the side of the box, it hummed louder. He laughed at Morag’s questioning look. “Some bloke called the Doctor arrived in his ship.”

“His ship?”

“Yeah, an old blue police box. It was weird actually because he wasn’t a wizard but he wasn’t a muggle either, a bit alien actually.” Stephan shrugged knowing aliens didn’t exist. “Anyway, he used a sonic screwdriver to make it transport you to anywhere you want to go. We couldn’t use magic on it for some reason, can’t in this whole floor.”

“Sonic screwdriver?” Morag scoffed, there was surely no such thing. “So it’s like a portkey.”

“There was a fit bird with him though; Rose I think her name was.” Stephan stared dreamily for a moment before Morag interrupted.

“Why was he called the Doctor?”

“I don’t know; no one does. He went crazy over the Weasley’s hair though, always wanted red hair apparently.” Morag raised her eyebrows at this. “Lovegood said he’d been taken over by something.” Stephan finished as if that solved everything. A bell chimed in the distance.

“C’mon meeting’s about to start.”

“How many people live here?” Morag asked as they strode down a small corridor with small bedrooms, cluttered with clothes and parchment.

“Only a few, a lot are from the last Order of the Phoenix…well those that are left. We get a few people that come in from time to time that have jobs on the outside.” Stephan paused to smile at a passer-by with long red hair and scars across his face. “Only now people will have to move in because of the pureblood recruitment.”

The meeting was deathly quiet and not one of the five people greeted Morag with a hello. At the top of the conference table was Harry Potter. He was paler which made his lightning bolt scar stand out even more. His green eyes were glazed over as Morag sat down opposite. He had never looked so troubled.

“Morag MacDougal, we hope your journey here was okay.” Hermione Granger raised her voice through the silence. Her brown hair was as bushy as it had been in school and with her reading glasses on the bridge of her nose and stern face; she looked like a younger version of Professor McGonagall. Hermione exchanged glances with the remainder of the golden trio and Hermione’s fiancé Ron Weasley. He was a tall, lanky young man with a short fuse and famous for his time spent as keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Morag did not recognise the tall, dark older man who was talking quietly with a young blonde woman who seemed to emit a golden glow. It wasn’t until she turned round that Morag recognised her as Fleur Delacour, who had taken part in the Triwizard Tournament.

“We’ll have to ask you a few questions first and then you can go.” Harry Potter finally spoke up after staring at a mug on the table. Morag nodded and let him continue. “You’re the daughter of Harfang and Callidora MacDougal?”

“Yes.” Morag replied, not sure of what to say.

“Your father died last year and you are estranged from your mother and a few of your siblings.” Morag nodded, wondering where they had got all this information. “And you work at a bookshop in Hogsmeade.”

“Not anymore; you lot dragged me off.” Morag snapped.

“You had no choice remember, the Pureblood Recruitment.” Hermione added quite patronisingly. Morag glared at her and refrained from saying something about muggleborns. She had never liked Hermione much; especially with her know it all ways.

Harry carried on as if there had been no interruption. “We had someone follow you, we…”

“What?” Morag shot her gaze back to Harry who didn’t even flinch at Morag’s tone. “You followed me?” She could feel her temper rising and she curled her fingers round the arms of the plastic chair. They had her followed. This she felt was the worst type of invasion of privacy.

“We had to make sure you weren’t working for the government.” The man she didn’t know added hastily. His voice was deep and calming.

Morag nodded, knowing they probably did the right thing. She turned her head at Harry’s voice.

“Stephan will take you to your room; you’ll have to share with Padma and Ginny.” Harry waved her out of the room. Morag caught a glimpse of them huddling together as the door closed behind her.

“Are they normally that secretive?” Morag hissed as her and Stephan climbed the nearest staircase to the top floor. Stephan chuckled at her question.

“Yeah, you have to work you’re way up really.” Stephan paused outside the first and rather plain door. Morag noticed her name had been scratched underneath Padma and Ginny’s. Stephan knocked once on the door. Padma Patil answered, ink splattered on her white blouse and ebony skin. Even in the shadowy light and her old scruffy pyjamas Padma still looked breathtaking. She smiled at Morag and pulled her into a hug. The two girls had got on well at Hogwarts and after sharing a dorm for seven years they had become close friends.

“Morag, I’m just down the corridor but I’ll see you in the mornings meeting.” Stephan kissed her on the cheek and hugged both her and Padma goodnight.

“The room isn’t much but it’s liveable.” Padma gestured to a bottom bunk where Morag’s trunk and belongings already lay. There wasn’t much room for anything else, though a chest of drawers and a desk were squeezed in the other side of the room. The walls were covered in newspaper clippings and many lost persons leaflets. The piles of parchment on the desk reminded Morag of the cubicles downstairs. A Wizarding wireless stood on the window ledge with the curtains shut behind it.

“I heard Ginny Weasley was sleeping here.” Morag began putting her clothes in the bottom drawer of the chest.

Padma sighed deeply and sat on the bed. It creaked beneath her petite frame. “Yeah she sleeps on the pull out bed.”

“What is it?” Morag stopped at Padma’s defeated posture.

“She’s angry all the time because they won’t let her help out with the important missions and…” Padma rubbed her hand across her forehead. “The Weasleys’ aren’t very spirited at the moment; their mother died a few weeks ago. They just fell apart.”

“The poor things.” Morag struggled to get the words out.

“The older ones are coping but Ron and Ginny…well she’s not here all the time- goes to Ron’s you see.” Padma shrugged and stood up smiling in an attempt to cheer up. “Oh have you heard Potterwatch has started again?”

“No, I thought everyone in it last time had gone into hiding.” Morag replied. She remembered the last Potterwatch from two years ago where people had told the real news.

“Well it should be on about now and they sound like Michael Corner and Anthony Goldstein. I haven’t spoken to them since the Battle of Hogwarts but I’ll never forget their voices.” Padma hurried over to the radio and tapped on the top of it, muttering a password under her breath for the next twenty minutes. “…finally.”

Morag who had been reading at the time turned her attention to the radio. “…and there have been more deaths that the Wizarding Wireless Network News and the Daily Prophet have failed to mention.” Morag vaguely recognised the London accent of Anthony over the wireless. He listed a number of ex Ministry workers that Morag didn’t know. “…and also the death of Terry Boot…who the resistance have informed us died in Azkaban at the hands of Death Eaters and onto other news…”

“Shit.” Padma cried. “They must be up north somewhere; the last two cut off early.” The radio was now producing a buzzing noise. Padma turned the dial and the wireless stopped. “I can’t believe Terry’s dead. Merlin, poor Anthony having to read out his name…I mean they were…”

Padma seemed unable to carry on. Morag felt a sinking feeling in her stomach, a fellow Ravenclaw who she knew throughout Hogwarts was dead. “But I thought he faked his family tree to say he was related to Michael?”

“They’ve got a new way of checking now; its how they caught out Roger Davies.” Padma grimaced. “He must have stood up to them; they only kill you if you oppose them.”

“Where are we anyway?” Morag asked, remembering Padma’s earlier comment of Potterwatch being up north.

“Somewhere in the West Midlands I think. I don’t know where exactly because Hermione took Parvati and I straight here.”

“Where’s your sister now?” Morag asked seeing Padma’s face darken.

“I don’t know. A week after Parvati and I arrived she visited our parents and I never saw them all again.” Padma cleared the floor of parchment and pulled out the bed for Ginny. “Anyway it’s getting late and there’s a morning meeting so we’d better get to sleep.”

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Morag awoke to a sharp ringing in her ear and the sound of raindrops hammering on the windowpane. The ringing, which she soon realised was the alarm clock, stopped. The room was still dark and she could just make out the outline of Ginny Weasley stirring on the mattress squeezed in the gap on the floor. A creak above her told her Padma was awake.

“Morag you can use the bathroom first- it’s next door.” Padma said sleepily and pointed to three towels hung on the back of the door.

The floorboards creaked beneath Morag’s dainty feet. According to Padma, this bathroom was shared by the other three rooms along this corridor, all containing two people. One of these rooms, she knew, was Stephan’s. Before she could even knock on the door, it swept open. Charlie Weasley was stood in the doorway wearing only a towel. Beads of water were dripping off his chest and into several scars emblazoned across his freckled skin. Morag felt herself blush and she tore her gaze away.

“Sorry slept late.” He chuckled and Morag felt her stomach flutter. She shook the thought away, <i> ‘It’s only a naked man’s chest, nothing you haven’t seen before.’ </i> Charlie smiled once more as he hurried down the corridor into one of the rooms. He took one look back before the door shut. Morag flung herself into the bathroom and shut the door tight behind her.

Morag followed Ginny and Padma downstairs half an hour later. The kitchen that Morag had seen when she arrived was packed with people, some she knew but others she had never met before. Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood waved at them from their seats. The three girls settled down beside Stephan and Seamus Finnegan, someone who Morag had only ever said one word to. After they had eaten a breakfast of bacon, sausage and eggs and everyone had fallen silent, Arthur Weasley stood.

“Now as you may well know we have a new member with us, Morag MacDougal.” He gestured towards Morag. The twenty people around the table turned to look at her. “And onto sadder news, Terry Boot has been murdered two days ago in Azkaban. I know many of you here knew him.”

Arthur Weasley sat before speaking again. It was then that Morag noticed how much thinner and balding he was since the Battle of Hogwarts. “Now we’ve been informed that there will be Death Eaters in an abandoned school, planning an attack on muggleborns’.”

“Now we’re going to divide those who are available into groups.” Kingsley continued. “Bill, Charlie and Morag will be with me.” He pointed to each of them.

“Angelina and Lee…” Kingsley pointed out a girl with long braids and a tall dark young man who looked familiar. “…and Neville, will be with Hestia.” A woman with black hair and pink cheeks smiled broadly at Kingsley.

“The last group will be Oliver, Percy, George and Luna.” Arthur Weasley took over. “Now many of you will be rusty with different spells so we’ve set up an extra training session in half an hour in the practice hall.”

Morag whispered to Ginny who was sat beside her. “Where’s the practice hall?”

Ginny let out a laugh. “I’ll show you, c’mon.”

Morag followed Ginny out of the kitchen and into the main room again, through the maze of cubicles and into a door opposite that she hadn’t noticed before. The room was the size of the Great Hall was in Hogwarts, except instead of four long tables and benches, there were bright purple cushions for stunning. The room was covered in mirrors par from one wall that had target boards lined along it. A few minutes later, the door opened and Harry Potter entered with Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Morag noticed Ginny smile at Harry hopefully. Once all those on the mission had found the room Ginny left shutting the door with one last look at Harry.

Harry paired everyone up and to Morag’s delight and embarrassment she was paired with Charlie. As the hours progressed Morag discovered that Charlie was a pretty good duellist, but like most Gryffindors’ he tended to not think before he acted and jump right in. This put Morag at an advantage and she held back a smug grin as she hit him with a Petrificus Totalus. Charlie’s arms immediately snapped to his sides and with his whole body rigid he swayed and then fell forwards on his face, not moving. At that moment a bell went and all curses and spells were lifted off the members. Charlie stood and brushed the dust off his clothes.

“Same time tomorrow; I want you all ready for the mission on Tuesday.” Harry shouted round the room and left silently before anyone else.

Morag said goodbye to Charlie and she followed Harry out of the door. The upstairs bedrooms were quiet as Morag made her way to her shared room. Padma was sitting on the bed attempting to tune into Potterwatch and Ginny was lying on the mattress on the floorboards reading Quidditch through the Ages.

“How was practice?” Padma asked, still tapping on the radio with her wand.

“Okay, I think we’ll be ready for Tuesday.” Morag sat down beside Padma and decided not to tell her about her stomach fluttering or her hands going clammy whenever she was near or thought about a certain Charlie Weasley. Morag didn’t think Ginny would be too pleased.

Exam Results and Fanfiction- Not a Word

Fri, 17 Aug 2007 11:53:06 GMT

I got my AS results yesterday and I passed them all thank god. They got sent in the post this morning and I was so pleased I got an A on my Health and Social Care exam. I've already planned to resit one of my psychology units and one of my history units. They weren't as bad as I thought they would be.
We watched Heroes on wednesday night and it's slowly becoming my favourite programme on t.v atm. It's only on the sixth episode but I know who Claire's real parents are and my parents and sis don't. I love knowing things that they don't. Skins starts on tuesday!!

*Got to save up for Maroon 5's album*

Anyway this is chapter two of my Hufflepuff novel, Not a Word. This chapter is fairly short but they do get longer.

Characters: Megan Jones, Susan Bones, Zacharias Smith, Sally-Anne Perks, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Ernie Macmillian, Hannah Abbott

Pairings: Zacharias/Su Li, unrequited Megan/Zacharias, unrequited Zacharias/Anthony Goldstein

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Scenes of a mild sexual nature, mild language, sensitive topic/theme, substance use/abuse. Slash pairing
Summary: Megan knows what she wants and that's Quidditch star Zacharias but he secretly wants his best friend Anthony. Ernie thinks knows how to get Hannah who's oblivious, but Susan knows what he's up to and drags in Sally-Anne who is attempting to seduce Ravenclaw hottie Michael Corner. And Justin...well he just wants to pass Arthimancy. Set during HBP.

Chapter Two

‘Why can’t I breathe?

Whenever I think about you,

Why can’t I speak?

Whenever I talk about you’

-Why Can’t I? By Liz Phair

Susan Bones had always thought she could get on with anyone. She had been wrong. Susan was late for Herbology after taking a detour to avoid Peeves and was forced to sit in the only remaining seat next to a fellow Hufflepuff Sally-Anne Perks. The girl was giggling loudly at something Michael Corner said. Sally-Anne was a flirt- a good one at that. She laughed at their jokes, fluttered her long eyelashes and casually touched their arm. Susan didn’t mind flirting usually; Megan didn’t enough but Sally-Anne’s was so obvious it was just downright annoying.

“I’m surprised you haven’t made the Quidditch team yet Michael; you’re such a good flier.” Sally-Anne rested her hand on his forearm, smiling serenely.

Susan held back a laugh as the girl carried on flirting. She was wasting her time; she couldn’t hold a wand to Cho Chang. Sally-Anne was the epitome of the girl next door with her wavy dark hair and dimples but she wasn’t stunningly beautiful like Cho. Susan frowned as Sally-Anne twirled a curl of her hair around her finger, trying to keep Michael’s attention.

“Miss Bones I have dismissed the class.” Professor Sprout called from the end of the long table.

“Oh, sorry Professor.” Susan grabbed her bag and hurried outside, a group of fourth years parted to let her pass.

Megan was stood waiting for Susan at the entrance doors, her wavy red hair hung back in a low ponytail and her white rimmed sunglasses protected her eyes from the sun. She smiled and hugged Susan tightly.

“Have fun with Sally-Anne?” Megan teased, her smile curving into a smirk.

“Oh shut up.” Susan snapped and lowered her voice as the girl walked past, “All she does is flirt.”

“Well at least you weren’t next to Granger.” Susan snorted as Megan did a very funny and accurate impression of Hermione answering a question. “I thought she’d hit me in the face.”

Susan and Megan carried on talking and laughing about their classmates as they hurried to Defence against the Dark Arts. The class were already sat down, textbooks placed on wobbly, wooden desks. The pair found a seat beside Zacharias, who was moodily staring at the front. Ernie Macmillan collapsed beside him, quickly pulling out his books.

“Some third years were messing about.” Ernie whispered urgently as if the three minded him being late. “No Snape yet then, I thought…” Ernie was cut off by Professor Snape striding in, his cloak billowing out behind him.

Susan smirked as Professor Snape glared at Harry Potter, who was of course flanked by his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. Susan’s heart froze as the image of a woman suffering under the Cruciatus curse. She felt Megan’s hand clasp round hers under the desk. Susan tore her gaze away from the picture and tried to concentrate on non-verbal shield charms.

Ten minutes into the lesson the students stopped, watching Harry Potter talk back to Professor Snape. Several people gasped and the Slytherins’ all looked on, disgusted with the boy who lived.

“He always has to create a scene.” Zacharias mumbled as he stalked out of the classroom to break after the lesson. He left to join Su across the courtyard.

“Meg?” Susan only called her that when she was really concerned. Her friend looked at her with tear stained blue eyes.

“I wish they didn’t flaunt it everywhere.”

“Meg, Zacharias doesn’t know about your feelings.” Susan took a bite of her food, mumbling between chewing. “I mean how can he stop if he has no idea?”

“I know but why can’t he just be single?” Megan refused food off Susan, staring at Su and Zacharias, his arm wrapped around her tiny waist as he politely chatted with her friends. “Oh crap Ernie’s coming over.”

“C’mon lets go otherwise we’d get another lecture on what it’s like being a prefect.” Susan grabbed Megan’s arm and the pair hurried off, shouting to Ernie that they had to go send a letter.

<hr>

It was midnight at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and most of the students were asleep, exhausted from their first day of lessons. A lone student was lying on the black sofa of the Hufflepuff common room. All was quiet except for the crackling of the small orange and red fire and a faint giggle coming from a dormitory.

Sally-Anne Perks was staring up at the dull yellow ceiling, her dark hair covering her bare shoulders from the cold. For the second day of constant flirting with Michael Corner, he was no more infatuated with her. Sally-Anne was offended, deeply offended; boys usually fell for her girl next door looks, not that anything developed-jealous girls scare them off her.

“What are you still doing up?” Sally-Anne shot up at the sound of a voice. Justin Finch-Fletchley stood in the doorway to the boys dormitories. His dark hair was ruffled from sleeping and his eyes were glazed with tiredness. He shuffled over in his favourite slippers and leant against the sofa Sally-Anne was lying on.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Sally-Anne watched as Justin turned his gaze to her, genuinely concerned. She sighed and blushed slightly as she began to talk again. “For some reason Michael Corner doesn’t fancy me.”

Justin let out a laugh, getting a friendly slap on the shoulder from Sally-Anne. “It’s not funny, normally boys like me.”

“So they should.” Justin said his voice lowered this time.

“Would you laugh if I told you something?” Sally-Anne asked quietly already knowing Justin wouldn’t; he’s not like Zacharias. “I’ve never been kissed.”

“But you flirt with boys all the time.” Justin nudged her over to sit next to her.

“I know but nothing ever happens because girls scare them off, making up rumours.” Sally-Anne fell silent waiting for Justin to laugh. At almost seventeen she thought she must be the only girl who hadn’t been kissed. “I’m a freak.” Her voice broke then.

“You’re not a freak.” Justin wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “Anyway if you’re a freak, then I am too.”

“What?” Sally-Anne looked up, her heart beating fast. She wasn’t the only one. “You haven’t?”

Justin shook his head, glad Sally-Anne had stopped crying; he wasn’t very good with crying girls.

“Oh okay then.” Sally-Anne didn’t know what to say for the first time in her life. She drew her head closer to Justin’s and she could feel his breath on her mouth. She gripped tightly to his sleeves.

“Hey Justin…oh sorry.” Sally-Anne leapt apart from Justin as they were interrupted by a puzzled looking Ernie Macmillan.

“I’m going to go.” Sally-Anne hurried to her dormitory. She could feel her cheeks blushing as she heard Ernie asking Justin about what happened. She froze as she reached her bed. She had almost given her first kiss to Justin, someone she had known since her first year and not Michael Corner.

Your Song- Roger Davies/Marietta Edgecombe Part 1

Wed, 15 Aug 2007 13:12:24 GMT

This is my new fanfiction project where each chapter has seven drabbles or ficlets about a pairing. It's called Your Song. This is the first part of chapter one and the pairing is Roger/Marietta.

Summary: Some things are easily forgotten; the score of a Quidditch game or a piece of homework. But there are some things you never forget; a first kiss, a birth of a child or the goodbye from a lover. It’s these things that make us who we are, that affect the choices we make. What we need to remember, is the stars never tell our secrets.

Title: The Sea
Characters: Roger Davies, Marietta Edgecombe, OCs
Pairings: None yet
Length: 427 words
Warnings: None
Summary: Marietta meets another Wizarding family at the beach...

One

Roger Davies/Marietta Edgecombe

1. The Sea

June 1989

The wind swept around her curly strawberry blonde hair as she ran across the long beach. Her small feet jumped over the tiny rock pool, some of the water splashed on her skin. She stopped as her younger brother shouted after her, clutching a bucket and spade.

“Etta, wait for me.” He cried again as Marietta went to run ahead.

“C’mon Joey, mum’s already there.” Marietta grabbed her brother’s hand and they ran together towards their mum who was relaxing on her towel with a book in her hands. “Mum, can I go get an ice cream?”

“Yeah sure dear, get you brother one as well.”

Marietta grinned and took some of her mother’s muggle money and hurried to the ice cream van through the crowds of muggles. Her eyes drifted to a boy about her age with his mum and dad. He was watching the people lazily through his dark hair. Marietta heard Diagon Alley and broomstick from his parent’s conversation- they were a Wizarding family. Her heart leapt; she hadn’t seen the Wizarding world in months.

Abandoning the queue for ice cream, Marietta walked over to the boy who was now sitting on the sand, a metre of two away from his parents. She sat down next to him. He didn’t look up for a moment but then tore his gaze away from the boys playing some sort of ball game with their feet.

“You’re from a Wizarding family aren’t you?” Marietta dropped her voice to a whisper. “I am too and I’m going to Hogwarts next year.”

“I’m going this year.” The boy replied with a smug attitude and glanced at his parents before talking again. “I’m going to be in Ravenclaw; both my parents are and I don’t fancy Slytherin much.”

Marietta shook her head. “My dad was in Ravenclaw but my mum was in Gryffindor.” She paused for a moment. “I can’t wait to go to school. Apparently you have to do something at the sorting.”

“My friends’ brothers said you have to fight a troll.” He laughed at Marietta’s worried expression. “I wouldn’t believe them; they’re always winding each other up.”

Marietta turned at the sound of her name. Her mum was standing at the top of the beach, holding her brother’s hand, beckoning her over. “I’ve got to go.”

“Okay, see you next year Marietta.” He said as she began to walk off.

Marietta span round sharply. “What’s your name anyway?”

“Roger Davies.” He replied.

Marietta waved at him as she reached her family and he waved back.

White Lie- Michael Corner/Ginny Weasley Drabble

Tue, 14 Aug 2007 11:49:14 GMT

Characters: Ginny Weasley, Michael Corner
Pairings: Ginny/Michael, implied Harry/Ginny
Rating: 12+
Length: 107 words
Warnings: Kissing, cheating
Summary: It's only a little white lie...

White Lie

The lock clicked, pushed open by a pair of hands. Ginny pulled him closer by his blue and bronze tie. Her back hit the wooden door, scraping her skin. He muttered a spell and the door locked.

“No one will miss us.” Ginny whispered in his ear as his warm lips touched her pale neck. His fingers traced her freckles across her shoulder and she felt herself close enough to heaven.

Michael pulled her close to his skin and as he asked if she was with Harry she looked deep into his eyes and shook her head. She kissed him again; it was only another white lie.

HP Fanfiction- Tumble and Fall

Mon, 13 Aug 2007 11:26:42 GMT

This is my new fanfic written for circinusphoenix's Underground Resistance challenge over at the HPFF forums. This is the first chapter and contains some spoilers for Deathly Hallows.

Characters: Morag MacDougal, Stephan Cornfoot
Pairings: None yet

Rating: Mature
Length: 2000 words

Author's Notes: This a a response to circinusphoenix's Underground Resistance challenge. I've never written a dark fic before and future chapters will be darker and longer. Slight Doctor Who/Harry Potter crossover and Torchwood/Harry Potter crossover in future chapters. All characters, except ocs, belong to J.K Rowling. Thanks to circinusphoenix for the plot bunny.

Chapter One
The Red Lion

The wind whipped harshly around the twenty year olds pale face. She hurried down the busy muggle street, her breath ragged and she sighed heavily as she stopped suddenly. She could hear the footsteps run through the crowds past her. Morag cursed the foul autumn weather and the chasing Death Eaters. Her feet started moving again down a side street through yellowing leaves and bitter cold.

Morag could hear the screams and running from frightened muggles being chased by Voldemort’s Death Eaters. She was scared and frustrated at Voldemort’s rule over the Wizarding world and now much of muggle London. It had been two years since Harry Potter lost his fight against Voldemort and now everything was controlled by the Dark Lord. Morag, being a pureblood with some of her family working for the government, was a wanted woman for recruiting.

Morag was quiet when she reached the next stop. The Red Lion pub was an odd looking pub. It was a mixture of authentic black and white Elizabethan buildings and modern windows and doorways, but she liked it all the same. The pub was full of locals talking about their day and the latest football or cricket results, something Morag had never understood. The pub was small; just enough room for several tables, a bar and an old jukebox where a modern muggle track was playing, drowning out all the chatter of the locals. No one looked round as Morag slipped in through the white painted door. She sat by the window, where she always did, and ordered a glass of red wine.

The window looked out onto the crowded muggle road, where people ran past clutching their bags around their hands and to their chests – even they knew something was wrong- they knew people went missing all the time, pulled out of their houses and away from their loved ones. Some people were found battered and bruised a week later but most were never found, rumoured to have been murdered by Lord Voldemort.

Morag’s eyes averted to a man stood at the bar. He looked like a Weasley with a shock of red hair and dotted with freckles along his skin. He was shorter than the Weasley brother Morag knew but this man was broader and a fresh scar was emblazoned on his forearm. He was stood infront of a woman with long blonde hair, whose face Morag couldn’t see. They were both drinking a pint wearily as if they had never touched alcohol.

Her gaze was distracted by a young man walking towards her. She recognised his brown wavy hair and tall, slender frame. He had been Morag’s best friend since their first year at Hogwarts, where they had detention with Professor Snape. Morag ran forward to the young man, Stephan Cornfoot, and let him lead her over to the couple that had caught her eye earlier.

“Morag I want you to meet Charlie.” Stephan introduced the red haired man; he was a Weasley; she recognised the name. “And this is Andi.” Stephan gestured to the woman beside them. She was pretty with a heart shaped face and a bright smile. Her hair was a soft blonde and fell down to her waist. Morag pulled at her own copper locks, wishing it was as silky. Andi smiled again and this time showed slight lines around her lips and eyes.

“Stephan we have to go.” Andi paused for a moment. “Are you going to be alright?”

“Yeah I’ll be fine.” Stephan lowered his voice. “I’ll be a moment Morag.” The three of them moved towards the door and whispered together. Morag had known Stephan since she was eleven and they told each other everything so she was quite offended when Stephan hadn’t told her about Charlie and Andi. The three stopped talking and Andi and Charlie waved as they both left the pub. They left a trace of vanilla.

“So how did you lot meet?” Morag’s lips curved into a smile at the thought of gossip as Stephan came back. His secrecy was soon forgotten.

Stephan ordered Morag another glass of red wine. “Oh just at a club; Andi was with Charlie at the time.” He shrugged and handed Morag the glass.

“What’s going on?” Morag muttered and placed a pale hand on Stephan’s arm.

“I need to meet you tomorrow.” Stephan handed Morag a piece of paper with a number on it. “My phone number just in case.”

“I don’t understand.” Morag asked confused at her friend’s sudden change in behaviour.

“Meet me at the coffee place at the end of Diagon Alley”. Morag nodded, she knew where it was; she went there on a date the other week. She watched Stephan leave and after two more glasses of wine, she too left for her flat.

Morag awoke up early the next morning. She was lying on her narrow bed staring up at the bare ceiling. Her thin body was covered by white sheets to protect herself from the cold. The room was tiny and smelt of jasmine and chocolate. Empty bottles of butterbeer and chocolate wrappers were scattered across the floor, together with pieces of parchment decorated in curvy writing. She shivered despite the sheets and sat up slowly, placing her narrow feet into a pair of old, worn slippers. They were loose and the soles were torn and tattered.

The twenty year old pulled off the white sheets, exposing her pale, freckly skin to the cool autumn sun through the window. Morag covered herself with a purple dress that fell just before her slender calves. Freckles led up to her shoulders and neck and across her slightly upturned nose. Morag frowned as she looked at her reflection in the broken glass; her skin was a deathly pale, making her freckles stand out even more and her wrists were delicately thin. She gasped as she heard a bell chime in the centre of Hogsmeade; she was late.

The ground crunched beneath her feet as she ran towards the small bookshop. Morag’s hand clasped around the door handle and she crept inside. She apologised over and over again but the old woman who owned the shop shook it off and hurried into the office where she usually stayed for the whole day.

Morag piled books onto shelves and only served one customer, an old woman who smelt of doxy repellent, in the space of three hours, so she was glad to go to lunch. Instead of spending her lunchtime in the Three Broomsticks, like she did every weekday, she went to Café Nino’s instead. It was a small coffee place on the corner of Diagon Alley, next door to an apothecary. Stephan was already there, a black coffee for him and a hot chocolate for Morag. The café was busy and noisy and a caged owl was hooting loudly at the till, grabbing all the customers attention. Morag understood why Stephan had chosen this place; it was unlikely anyone would overhear.

Stephan drew closer to her and whispered in her ear. “I thought you’d want to help.” Morag shot her gaze to his. She raised one perfectly plucked eyebrow at him but he ignored it. “I’m surprised you haven’t already since…well what happened.”

“What are you on about?” Morag looked at him curiously; she hadn’t seen him in a while and he was talking in code. Despite this she drew in closer and took his hand; from an outsider they would look like a couple on a date- the perfect disguise.

Just as Stephan was about to reply they were interrupted by a newsreader on the Wizarding wireless in the centre of the café. “Attention everyone.” The wizard cleared his throat. “The Dark Lord requests that all pureblood witches and wizards above the age of eighteen and unmarried report to the Ministry. I repeat all pureblood witches and wizards.” The wizard stopped and an advert for broomstick repair took over.

“Shit, they’re recruiting.” Stephan hissed and glanced nervously at a cloaked figure at the till. Morag followed his gaze. She had seen his slanting eyes and cunning smile before. “Can we go to yours?”

Morag nodded. Once outside she apparated them to a black door on a side street of Hogsmeade. The stairs were rickety as she led him to her flat. Her light blue eyes watched as he paced across the floorboards. The hot chocolate she took from the café burned her throat as she swallowed the hot liquid, concentrating on her friend.

“Stephan, do you want to tell me what’s going on?” Morag’s voice snapped as she grew worried at her friend’s behaviour.

“Okay.” He stopped pacing and sat on her bed. “You have nothing left do you?”

Morag shook her head, knowing her siblings were either abroad or working for the government. “What’s that got…”

“And you want to stop this…this…crap?” Stephan finished unable to think of an appropriate word.

“Well yes but what can we do about it?” Morag shrugged and checked the time; five minutes left. “Now what is it, I’ve got to get back to work.”

Stephan walked over so there were only a few inches between them. His pale hand dove into his pocket and handed Morag a piece of muggle card. She checked it for hexes and jinxes, a spell her father taught her, and shrugged again. Stephan muttered something Morag couldn’t hear and turned the card over.

“The Underg…”

“Shh, not out loud.” Stephan whispered and accioed over Morag’s old Hogwarts trunk.

“Stephan, what are you doing?” Morag watched as he organised her clothes and belongings with a lazy flick of his wand. “Stephan I can’t just leave.”

“You have to; you heard the bulletin, they want pureblood witches and wizards. If you don’t volunteer then they’ll come for you.” Stephan handed Morag her shrunken and considerably lighter trunk. “You’ve heard the stories, people murdered infront of their families, daughters and sons dragged into the street and taken away by the masks.”

“I’ll take that risk Stephan; I have nowhere else to go.” Morag ignored his expressionless face as he pulled her towards her front door.

“That man- the one at the café may have followed us. I don’t know how but it’s not worth the risk.” He finally pulled her out into the growing darkness; it turned to night in the early afternoon. “I’ve seen him at work; he’s deadly.”

“Look Stephan where are we going?” Morag paused for a long breath. “And why would he be following us?”

“I’ll tell you when we get there.” Stephan stopped as Morag glanced anxiously over her shoulder at her flat and then take his hand. “What have you got to lose?”