the stack of books in the corner of my room is daunting and everpresent. i bought them in an exciting blur of "getting myself into books again."
i can't bring myself to take a book from the pile, open and read it. believe me, it's not the reading that daunting. i read all the time.
it is unfamiliar territory when you don't know any of the names at the beginning of the book.
i am too used to seeing my beloved characters: ginny, harry, sirius, draco, remus, and so much more. my background knowledge of the magical universe helps me even more.
there is a layer of familiarity or even comfort knowing the characters so intimately and deeply, already knowing the beauty of the universe.
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Oh, look, itâs me. Iâm not dead. And, surprise! Iâve been writing a TON over on Archive of our Own. Iâll link my pseud here again for anyone wondering what it is, but I wanted to let everyone know because Iâm partaking in, not one, but THREE fests this year (while also working on other wip longfics). So, thereâs a lot to come!
Additionally, Iâll hopefully be posting my art of each familyâs crests from my Harry Potter fics and how I imagine them to look. That will come... some time in the future. Iâm not sure when really. Likely after all three fests are done and over with.Â
I also have a little idea for a fest of my own, but Iâm not sure how interested others will be in it. It would be a Harry Potter Tomarrymort fest (of course). I was thinking that it could be a prompt based one, like most fests are, and it would centre around how we all imagine Harry and Tom / Voldemort getting together after the war or epilogue. Maybe Tom didnât die, maybe heâs brought back to life, maybe itâs his ghost, maybe a rugged auror Harry goes back in time to stop his death, etc. How would all the kids react if Harry and Ginny did get together initially but then got divorced? How would Teddy handle it if Harry raised his godson? Thereâs so much here to consider! So, if that does sound like fun for anyone, let me know!
Lastly (for now), Iâm slowly working towards a schedule where nights when Iâm home and not doing anything like school / work / irl wise, then I make sure to sit down and write at least a few hundred - 1,000 words before bed. Iâve kept it up better than I suspected but still not as well as I wish, so I will continue working on making it more of a nightly routine.Â
Please read this and please give feedback if you can **Snily Fic**
The Yule Ball
âWhat do you want Severus, I already told you I wonât go to that dumb dance with you.â
âButâŚI planned this all out and you said you would go, câmon Lil,â Severus said with a smirk. âyou know you want to go.â
               âFine, but under one condition- you donât tell anyone about us,â said Lily. âWeâre just going as friends ok?â She then shut door in Severus face before he could say a word.
Of course Severus was upset that Lily didnât want people to know about their relationship but, he still went through with their usual plan. After all Lily was the only person that liked him for whom he was.
That night Severus snuck out, like he always does, to meet Lily by the Great Hall. He was walking ever so quietly when he saw it; Lily, kissing James Potter, in their spot. Severus, of course furious, stormed to back to his bedroom without a caring thought in his mind.
âHey Sev, did you finish that potions homework?â Lily said to Severus bumping into him in the hallway on her way to class, âI waited for you, you know, at our usual spot, but you didnât show.â
Severus silently kept walking like no one was even talking to him. Lily confused gave him some space and started walking with Lana, a 4th year in Gryffindor, who was on her way to defense against the dark arts class close by.
At the beginning of potions Lily propped herself up on the stool next to Severus. âSev, is anything wrong, you just donât seem yourself ever since I gave you a hard time about the Yule Ball?â
Severus was furious and couldnât keep his anger in any longer then he already had. âLily I saw you, with James, there isnât an âusâ anymore, in secret or not, and I am certainly not attending the Yule Ball with you!â
âSeverus, youâre misunderstanding, please believe me, me and James are nothing; It was nothing, I promise!â Lily sobered, âYou canât do this; I love you!â
âLil, just not nowâ Severus said leaving Lily crying alone in the back of potions for the remainder of the class.
The next day Severus felt bad for how he treated Lily. He knew he didnât know the whole side of the story about what really happened that night. He felt horrible and he needed to make it up to her; I mean she was the first person that actually made him want to be nice to people.
That night Severus snuck out once again but, this time he had a whole new plan. Slowly he made his way to the Gryffindor common room to surprise Lily. Luckily, he knew how to get in because just earlier that day he overheard two 1st years talking about the password loudly like it was no big deal.
âBaxabomus!â he shouted in a whisper. The door flew right open and he was in. Â He started to the left staircase hoping it would lead to the girlâs bedrooms and he was right. He ended up face to face with Lily who was out of bed for some odd reason.
âSeverus!â Lily squealed quickly lowering her voice to a whisper, âwhat is heavens name are you doing here, how did you-â
âLil, forget about it; we need to talk.â Lily led him back to her bed quietly making sure she didnât wake the other girls in her room.
âLily, I am sorry, I didnât mean what I said. I just was angry you were kissing another boy when you said there was no one else just last week.â He said while sitting on her bed.
âJames kissed me Severus. I donât like him and I never will. Youâre the one I want Sev.â Lily choked with tears in her eyes.
Severus was now lying on her bed, Lilyâs head on his chest.  âLilâŚI shouldâve said this sooner but, I love you.â
âSeverus Snape, I will always love you.â She said while playing with his hair, âWill you now go to the Yule Ball with me?â
âOf course sweetheart, I can now give you the dress I bought for you; it goes perfectly with your lovely green eyes.â
âAw Sev, you shouldnât have!â She blushed while moving in closer to his body, âthatâs awfully sweet of you.â
Severus slept there that night and never left her side. In the early hours of the morning he woke and just stared at her golden hair and her perfect lips he was dying to kiss. He had never kissed her before, he was always too shy and he didnât know if she wanted to.
When Lily finally had woken up Severus greeted her with a smile as wide as moon. He thought she was glowing and he knew that in that moment she was his forever. âHello beautifulâ he smirked leaning down to kiss her. Â She lunged forward and at that moment their lips met. Â He saw fireworks as she pulled away saying, âYou know Sev, youâre awfully cute for a Slytherin.â
"Do you know what kind of people visit my home usually? Death Eaters. Madmen. Ministry workers, all of whom happen to be both Death Eaters and madmen." And prostitutes.
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Won't this be fun? A nice bonding experience with our greasy Head of House. Did you consider whether he actually knows how to swim? That hair makes me think he has a mortal fear of water.
So I thought I would make my first writing contribution to Tumblr on hp ships week, cos I think that Ginny is a really great under rated character... so yeah, enjoy (okay its kinda depressing so okay maybe not)
The moment when I saw him
The flicker in my head turned into an explosion, one I couldnât control, and my heart fell ahead of my brain and the tears came so fast I didnât know they came.
Until a scream escaped my mouth and the nerves in my head finally realised
He was dead.
The boy I love, loved, lying in Hagridâs arms, the very man who held him this way at the start of his whole story. The man who had aged a century in one short walk.
But I didnât notice him at the time, nor the crowds or even Voldemort himself, only Harry. What struck me most is how very small he was, how so fragile. It made you realise that he was not the Chosen One or The Boy Who Lived, but Harry, just Harry. He was just as fragile as the rest of us, but he had so much more weight on his shoulders than the rest of us.
I only snapped out of my trance when McGonagallâs scream pierced my numb mind, a scream I thought a woman like her would never make, and that scream broke the silence. Suddenly the whole world seemed to be screaming at once, and I heard the voice of my brother, sounding so pained, begging his best friend to wake up, escape death like he had so many times before. That broke me inside, and each grief-stricken word he uttered shattered me once more. Yes, the whole world was screaming at once, except me. Ginny Weasley, the girl who waited, destined to wait forever. Tears rolled down my cheeks, but I was silent. A wave of realisation hit me once more, and I breathed,
âHarry!â
I canât remember if I was going to say anything else, but I couldnât, for the waves of pain pushed me until I was crouched on the floor, sobbing, screaming now, screaming in anger at the people who took him away from me. Thanks to them, I would never see him again. My Harry, the crazy, stupid love of my life, who was loved by many people, but most by me. I couldnât take it anymore, the endless relentless slaughtering of the people I had loved. Losing Fred was terrible enough, but now, now that Harry was dead, the war was over. We had lost.
And we would die too.
This thought no longer struck me with terror, but determination. If I was going to die, I was going to die trying my hardest to destroy the Death Eaters. It no longer mattered that I was just a girl, and small, and no longer had all of my brothers to defend for me. My grief and anger now powered me forward, stood me up, held up my heavy head.
But what kept me up most was love. It was a different kind of love to those that I had experienced before, a broken kind, but made stronger by its faults. It occurred to me then that I would do anything, kill anyone to avenge the death of Harry, my Harry, killed off before we could relish my love.
It was the same kind of love, that only a few hours later, sent me running to his arms, very much a different girl to the one I was I day ago, as the shouts of victory echoed through the castle corridors, the same kind of love that made me vow never to leave him again.
"What is this talk of being gentle, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape's icy voice crawled over to them from the front of the classroom. "If you are going to do anything, then I certainly wish to see bruises on Mr. Potter tomorrow."
