HARRY POTTER NON-CANON SHIPS COMMENT FICATHON

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Harry Potter Non-Canon Ships Comment Ficathon

THE RULES ARE THUS:

1. WHAT MAKES A NON-CANON SHIP? Anything that is not at least one-sided in the books. This means that Snape/Lily is canon, even if she may (or may not) have ever reciprocated. Bellatrix/Voldemort is canon. Lavendar/Ron is canon. Obviously everyone who's married and/or dates is canon. OBHWF is canon, Harry/Cho is canon. Ships that are not stated as fact in the books are not canon. That means UC ships are good, slash is good, femslash is good. For our purposes, we are not counting JKR's interviews as canon. That means that if you wanted to prompt, say, who knows, Hannah/Neville, you could, because it's not in the text itself.

2. You leave a comment with a pairing and a prompt. You respond to prompts that you like. Your prompt must pertain to a non-canon ship. You may specify a character within that ship if you want the fic written from that characters perspective. You may also specify a timeline if you'd like, or if you want it to take place in the movie!verse.

3. When writing fic, put in your title SHIP - TITLE OF FIC (rating optional). This will help us archive if we later archive things. I don't have time to archive anything right now, but if someone wants to volunteer, we can make that happen.

4. LEAVE FEEDBACK. Comments are the lifeblood of the internet.

5. NO WANK. I'll delete your ass. And we're dealing with ships and I am deletion happy, so watch yourself.

6. There will be spoilers for the movie all over this post, I am sure. You have been warned.

7. Promote this if you please. You can use this code:

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Comments

[perfectlystill.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

[canneverbe.livejournal.com]

omg :XX

[softly-me.livejournal.com]

Snape/Hermione, Cause I'm tired of whys, choking on whys // Just need a little because

[ashspark.livejournal.com]

Draco/Ginny I've been so cold, I need your fire to keep me alive

[snowweisz.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione I have been bound by shackles of love and I don't mind if I die tied up

[sj0126.livejournal.com]

i got this one. will post it later today.

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

Ron/Harry, history repeating

[snowweisz.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione Took you for granted when you lifted me up

[victoria-tonks.livejournal.com]

Love this prompt.

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

Harry/Luna, "I'll come back here for you."

[softly-me.livejournal.com]

Your icon is stunning.

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

Remus/Sirius, The scars of your love, remind me of us.

[mollivanders.livejournal.com]

Here you go hon :)

Title: the scars of your love, remind me of us
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: G
Characters: Remus/Sirius
Summary: For ozmissage at the Harry Potter Non Canon Ship Fic-a-thon (http://anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com/774727.html) for the prompt Remus/Sirius, the scars of your love, remind me of us. Word Count - 687.
Spoilers: Through the "Snape's Worst Memory," if you're reading Book 5.
Disclaimer: JKR owns Harry Potter. I own nothing.

(He’d be lying if he said it didn’t exhilarate him.) (http://community.livejournal.com/prefer_my_life/43900.html?#cutid1)

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

Neville/Hermione, if you don't see me now, I don't think you ever will

[lady-blackwell.livejournal.com]

Tom Riddle/Ginny Weasley, no matter what you become, you will always be mine

tom riddle/ginny weasley - two names

[zauberer-sirin.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't think so – because she is very good at turning away, and very good at training herself not to listen too closely – but every time somebody says his name (and those moments never go unnoticed because saying his name has power in itself) Ginny feels it. The first two, three times she flinched. Voldemort and the school corridors fill with its whisper. It's just a name just a name just a name she repeats but of course it's not. No name is just a name. (Tom taught you that.) And this name is less of a just a name than any other Ginny has ever heard.

(Ginevra, Tom calls her, you know what having that name means, don't you, Ginny?

No. What does it means?

It means you'll betray the hero of this story.

But Ginny looks into Tom's dark and pure eyes and, who is the hero of the story? she wonders.)

Of course it matters. This is the name Tom chose for himself. Tom who defied fate the same way Voldemort embraces it. Only Ginny seems to know the difference and she keeps it in her pocket, a secret because there's a sick delight in thinking you know nothing about him. Of course it matters because Voldemort is not just a name it is the absence of Tom. Only Ginny realizes this – it makes her feel special. (like Tom did, or maybe he never stopped)

And they say how Harry Potter feels it every time the Dark Lord kills someone.

Ginny feels it every time old, perpetually-young-and-golden Tom Riddle still breathes inside the simple carcass that is Voldemort. Whatever it is – the last traces of a soul, or maybe her own delusion – it will not let go off her. The Ginny she is now is not the Ginny that was Tom's then. Never mind, she is still Tom's. That Ginny and this Ginny, they have that in common.

There's a reason for this. When Tom said forever he meant it.

(her skeleton will lie in the chamber forever and it has always sounded like a promise to her, even though she wrote it herself)

That has not has changed; all around her edges Ginny is aware of the words – the name – and it's as if she is still waiting.

But then he realizes: Harry is part of that too, there's a part of Harry that, like her, will always slip away from him, she understands this, she is drawn to this. Harry is part of the Dark Lord through prophecy and blood and will.

Then the war starts and everybody learns to say his name, they practice to keep away the fear. voldemort voldemort voldemort voldemort voldemort they go.

Ginny mimics them but under her breath she always says tom tom tom.

(it means you will betray–

Ginny has already made her choice. There was no choice.)

[courtisanes.livejournal.com]

Bellatrix/Sirius, I'd like to grab you by the hair and drag you to the devil

[elainemalfoy.livejournal.com]

BEST PROMPT EVER.

Bellatrix/Ginny He Killed Us

[graci-who.livejournal.com]

Ginny heard her name first when she was nine. Her dad mentioned someone named Bellatrix, and Ginny thought it was the prettiest name in the world. And then her mother muttered something about how she always had wanted men who she couldn’t have. And Ginny thought that was strange, so she remembered it.

She heard her name the second time when Bill and Charlie were talking in the kitchen at Christmas and they didn’t know she was listening. Bill said that Bellatrix Lestrange was a crazy psychopath, she had tortured people to insanity, and that she was in love with You-Know-Who. That didn’t make sense to Ginny. How could someone with such a wonderful name love someone so horrible? She loved the man so scary that no one would talk about him? So she remembered that too. She was ten.

When she was eleven, she found out that Tom was You-Know-Who. The boy who told her that they would be together, reached out through the pages and touched her hair, her hand. Her only friend. She wasn’t good enough for anyone else. She didn’t think about Bellatrix then, because it felt like her rib cage was being ripped out and her heart was being shredded in front of her.

When she was twelve, she thought of Bellatrix. When she came back to school and she couldn’t figure out why she was crying every night until her throat was hoarse, she realized that she had loved Tom. That she still did, and it still felt like her rib cage was being ripped out when she thought about the fact that he wasn’t there. And Tom was You-Know-Who. And she understood Bellatrix Lestrange, and how she could love him. She knew what it was like if Tom asked you to do something. No matter how crazy it was – she did it.

When she was fourteen, she met Bellatrix Lestrange. She ran away.

When she was fifteen, she turned a corner in Hogwarts, and ran into Bellatrix Lestrange. Bellatrix pushed her against the wall, and put her hand on Ginny’s shoulder, pinning her there. She put her wand to Ginny’s throat. Ginny panicked. Felix Felicies be damned, sometimes you just plain panic. The heart-pounding, gut-twisting, knees-quaking kind of panic. She felt like she was in one of those dreams where you can’t run and you can’t see, but you know something’s chasing you.

“I loved him too.” She told her about the diary, how she wrote every day, how Tom had told her that she was worthless, and she would be beautiful and perfect if she was with him. She told Bellatrix how she still thought about him every day, how she sometimes thought she could hear him in her thoughts, telling her how useless she was, this was. She told her she had killed chickens, written messages in blood, and how she laid in the chamber, knowing that she would die so he would live. And how she missed him.

Bellatrix had frozen, her wand at Ginny’s throat. “He made me drink from the cup,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Every day. He whispers in my head still. I know him as he was and I know him as he is.”

“And it kills you,” Ginny said.

Bellatrix let go and backed up, the air between them packed with silence. “It kills you too.” She lifted her wand.

[eleusis-walks.livejournal.com]

lol for real

[anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com]

PERFECT STUNNING FLAWLESS

Really, Truly Part 1

[eenaangel.livejournal.com]

The first time he hears her speak-really, truly hears what she is saying-is at Slughorn’s party. She stands next to him, appearing so suddenly that he jumps when she starts talking.



“She’s in love with Ronald,” is what she says.



He takes a minute to calm and assess what she has said. “She’s here with me,” he returns forcefully, cheeks reddening as she takes her time gazing about. His date is here, but she’s barely with him at all. The look on Loony’s face is mildly curious, but she says nothing of Hermione’s notable absence.



“You’d be far more attractive if only you sneered less,” she offers randomly.



He’s not sure if she intends to be infuriating, but he has little patience regardless. “Go away!” he demands, perhaps a shade louder than actually necessary. She doesn’t even blink, just glides away to meet up with an incoming (and obviously angry) Ginny Weasley.



The younger Gryffindor glares at him threateningly, but Loony pats her shoulder and then links arms with the redhead before leading her away. “Nargles,” he can hear her saying as she waves a hand back to indicate him.



He grinds his teeth, knocks back his punch (why hadn’t anyone spiked it with Firewhiskey yet?), and goes off in search of his date.




~0~




The first time he hears her sigh-truly, wistfully sigh-it is at Dumbledore’s funeral. She’s not crying, like every other girl in sight; she’s not even looking particularly devastated, as much of the boys. She looks, rather, wistful, like Dumbledore had gone off on some extended holiday, but would be back one day. It’s like she doesn’t even realize Dumbledore was gone for good.



“I am familiar with the finality of death,” she chirps in response to his query (another overly heated remarks that now has Ginny Weasley and Neville Longbottom glaring at him menacingly). “But what’s the worse is what he had to have known going into that death.”



“What are you on about?” he snaps, returning the glare of his fellow Gryffindors with equal ferocity because, really, Loony is beyond maddening at the moment. She gives him a look, a sad, pitying look. “He must have known, things are going to get much worse.”



And he has nothing to add because she’s terribly right some of the time.




~0~




The first time he hears her giggle-a real, carefree, joyous giggle-is when they slip off the train at the start of his seventh year.



“More imaginary friends?” he asks, his mood still sour from the Death Eater invasion of the train earlier. “What do you call them? Sillybillies? Whirliburlies?”



“Not a wrackspurt in sight,” she announces cheerfully. “And it has allowed you to live up to your full potential at last.”



He hasn’t the mental prowess required to hold a conversation with her in her more spectacular moods. “Huh?”



“On the train,” she reminds him. “You stood up to them, in front of everyone. You were the first to do so.”



“And?”



She smiles dreamily, eyes wandering off to locate her friends in the crowd. “A Gryffindor after all,” she murmurs happily.



His ears go red, he’s sure, and he spins on his heel. “Enough already,” he snarls.



She continues to giggle behind him. He’s loathed to admit, even to himself, that it is a slightly less aggravating noise than he previously assessed it to be.




~0~

[anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com]

i find this delicious.

[softly-me.livejournal.com]

Snape/Dumbledore, trying to make sense of what little remains

[softly-me.livejournal.com]

Draco/Pansy, we talked about our childhood, like a dream we were convinced of

Draco/Pansy - When we were young and laughing

[musyc]

Draco doesn't remember what happened in the war. He took his aunt's lessons to heart, clutched them close like a mewling kitten, held them and stroked them until that was all he had left, and Occlumency shut away the horrors to leave his world soft and purring. I tried to talk with him about it once, once and once only, and his screams echoed in my ears until I fled weeping. Draco doesn't remember, and I cannot bring myself to remind him, because what he remembers instead is when we were young and laughing.

He does not remember what he did or why he's here, does not remember why his walls are stone and his bed is steel. He remembers the flower crown I wove and made him wear that May. He remembers the sunshine that warmed our bodies that June. He remembers the promise I gave him that July.

He doesn't remember after.

In Draco's world, he is sixteen, always sixteen, and his father will be home any day now, just you wait. He's sixteen and it's summer and he's lying beside me in sweet meadow grass, with his hand on my thigh and his lips on my throat and tell me again, Pansy, tell me again. He's sixteen and I'm arching up beneath him with grass in my hair and skirts to my waist and yes, Draco, please. He's sixteen and we're immortal and the only marks on his body are left by my teeth in his shoulder and my nails on his back.

When his eyes start to darken, I push back his fringe and lay kisses on his eyelids. When he drags his palm across the faded brand in his arm, I pull down his sleeve and lay kisses on his wrist. He doesn't remember the blood and the fear, and I want him to live in forgetting. I sit on the steel bed, lean back on the stone wall, and he pillows his head on my lap. I pretend I cannot see how sharp his hips are beneath the striped trousers, pretend I cannot feel the ridges of his ribs. I stroke his hair and lace his fingers in mine and I tell him about the streams and hills of our childhood. I tell him remember, we were young and laughing.

Remember, we chased toads and newts and got mud in our shoes. Remember, we ate berries until our mouths were purple and our bellies ached. Remember, we lay on moss in the shadow of a Roman wall and we kissed for the first time before either of us knew how to spell kiss. Remember, we traded Chocolate Frog cards because we didn't have rings, and I still carry mine in my pocket because he wrote DM+PP in one corner.

He is sixteen, and the stone walls are the cave where he first saw me bare to skin, and the steel bed is the rock under my back as he kissed me from instep to earlobe, and my short nose and square jaw are beautiful when reflected in his eyes. He sits up and he looks at me, and there is sunshine and summer in his smile. Pansy, he says, his voice full of that child's glee, that young man's awe. Pansy, I love you.

I set my head against his shoulder and turn my face to his neck so he cannot see the tears and he'll never remember anything except when we were young and laughing.

[softly-me.livejournal.com]

Snape/Dumbledore, he knows nothing of love

[softly-me.livejournal.com]

Snape/Dumdledore, these scars wouldn't be so hidden if you would just look me in the eye

[onetraveller.livejournal.com]

draco/ginny

And you rip out all I have
Just to say that you've won

[softly-me.livejournal.com]

Draco/Hermione, I'm gonna love you with my hands tied

[softly-me.livejournal.com]

Harry/Luna, I've had my head among the clouds. now that I’m coming down, won’t you be my solid ground?

[oceanslaugh.livejournal.com]

i would love to claim this and attempt it :)

[superbeffie.livejournal.com]

He knows it's wrong. She doesn't belong to him, never has, never will. It's a fact he's known since childhood, but the phrase still tastes bitter and metallic on his tongue.
"Not mine."

He knows he can never be the hero. He's not the savior. He doesn't win the prize or get the girl, but it doesn't mean he doesn't want.
He tells himself he's fine with his choices. Making Ginny happy. Supporting Harry. These are the choices that seemed so clear at the time; now lined with age and stained with blood. Battles he fought. Friends he lost. Tears he cried. They all mix together with the whiskey on his breath until the choices almost disappear. Until everything disappears but her.

She doesn't see him. This is just as true as the fact that she isn't his. She calls him her best friend. She claims that she needs him to pull her through. In reality, he's a crutch. A link to their childhood. She uses him to paint over her own pain.
He lets her. He could never deny her.

"Dance with me?"
He blinks up at her in surprise. His plan was to drown his sorrow and slip out, unnoticed as always. Now she's here and her white satin gown is swishing around her feet and her gloved hand is reaching out to him expectantly.
He could never deny her.
Now he's drunk and swaying with her in his arms, and it's just as he dreamed for a moment until he remembers that the ring on her finger belongs to another man. The nausea and the tears fight their way through until they are one feeling and he's terrified that he will explode.
He tries to pull away, but she still him with a hand on his cheek.
"Nev," she whispers softly, and for one moment he sees what he always hoped for in her eyes. But the music ends. Her hero appears, and her smiles changes and he's alone again in the middle of the floor.
He tells himself it's better. The he could never be what she deserves. He almost means it.

[superkappa.livejournal.com]

This is the best prompt.