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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:

For text link:

In the image code box, you can use any of the banners below or the lead banner at the top of the post.

They're all uploaded to tinypic, so you can just copy/paste the source code:

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Have fun!

ETA:

effingeden has graciously offered to archive our prompts and fic here. Thanks so much!

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*sputters* oh good god, this is heartbreaking and absolutely perfect. this is absolutely beautiful and ... i'm making this my canon now :D

guh, this is absolutely phenomenal! Petunia is so incredibly interesting and you did her justice - loved this!

D'AWWWW. I can't resist H/Hr happiness because THEM BEING HAPPY AND ADORABLE MAKES ME HAPPY. And Harmony Pumpkin Pie happiness is the best :D this truly made me smile. makes me want to read more happy fics of them ;) this was lovely!

*hyperventilates* this is so unbelievably perfect, and the part about betraying the hero? GUH. YES. YES. YES.

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

... I can't ... even ... good god, this is absolutely amazing, the only way I can make sense of Harry and Ginny and god. This is absolutely AMAZING.

They are still the truth, after all.

AND THE LAST LINE.

THISISPERFECTION. I am choosing to believe that this is EXACTLY what happened and Harry spent ages trying to understand that smile and knowing what it was. AND THE SWORD. Guh. Imagery. I loved it. This is amazing!

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANDS!

Oh. Does she even know?! She has to know! OF COURSE SHE DOES. ...she does know doesn't she? And I'm back to: Oh, ship!

The Wizarding World is a small town with a sick taste for inbreeding and sometimes it makes her nauseous.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Best subtle OBHWF dig. EVER.

OH! HE IS SEPARATE AND APART BUT STILL HOVERING LIKE A BROKEN SATELLITE! AND THERE ARE HANDS! DAMN THESE KIDS!!

They can talk to each other like no others are allowed to and THAT is why they are so ASKDFJ!@$#!#$!^%!!!1!!

Oh, Harry you romantic, you. This is so beautifully refreshing and... happy? I don't know how read H/Hr nowadays without angst. The meaning of happy has disappeared from my vocabulary for them. Was this supposed to be happy? I hope like hell it was supposed to be happy because I HATE HOW JADED I AM NOW. CURSES JK, CURSES!

Their hand holding is EPIC like, Mulder&Scully epic. Also, apropos title is APROPOS.

Cos these two need a fucking break. Well deserved kids, well deserved.

I knew I wanted to write it when I saw this prompt ♥

Once upon a time, they had hope.

The war extinguished much, but when hope was all they had left, it cowered and flickered but never died. Deep in a forest belt, between the walls of Hogwarts castle where friends sank to their feet and died, it was weakened by losses, swept up in whirls of anguish, tangled in unending chants of die, no, live, don’t—but even then, with Voldemort’s wand pointed steadily at him, she had hope and such a thing could not be twisted into despair.

But now is not then and if there is one thing which reigns above all conventions, then it is time. Ten years after the battle, their blood and tears are reduced to dates written on pages of history books, and she thinks of how little she has changed—and yet how great. Hope is no longer a thing to hold on to; shrunk into a glance across the room, she wishes she could uncoil her fingers and let it slip through the gaps like sand, purposeless now.

He tells her news about their friends (Neville said that McGonagall was retiring, Seamus is finally getting married) but she barely listened. She watched him speak instead, the careless movements of his lips, the shifting shadow under his chin as his mouth forms word after word. This is her mother-in-law’s house and everyone else may be outside in the garden before Fred’s headstone—but adulthood is a cage, invisible, inevitable, and cruellest of all, indestructible.

“Hermione?”

He is now looking at her and the concern in his eyes can easily shift into something else. She would have smiled and shook her head, but it is a warm summer evening and everything is as good as it can be.

“I’m happy, you know.”

It shifts then, that something in his eyes. When he smiles, it is private and her breath catches.

“You deserve it,” he murmurs, almost too soft. Words are bursting behind her lips—how Ron still makes her angry; how they will always kiss afterwards for there is nothing she will not forgive him; how Rose and Hugo define happiness itself for her; how she has come to hate winter and Christmas, because they always remind her of him, of the warmth of his hand when there were only the two of them, in a vast, uncertain world.

“There is still one book…” she says and perhaps the rest would have tumbled out in an unintelligible torrent of words, or perhaps they would have remained unsaid on her tongue, like so many of their kind. But she cannot know because Rose chooses that moment to rush into the room and fall into her arms. Her child’s laugh makes her laugh, and she sees from the corner of his eyes that he too smiles—and the veil is once more thick over his eyes.

She wonders if his heart breaks too, without making a sound.

–

“There is still one book I need to close, and it will not.”

And Hermione wonders why she is ever a Gryffindor if she can only say them when he has gone.

Thank you! I'm so glad you enjoyed it. I'm awfully fond of these two, and I'm glad it showed.

OH HI THERE, FRIEND! 8D Fancy seeing you here~

I wrote this first before I even realized it was you who requested the prompt. XD; I must warn you, I haven't written in the HP fandom since I was like 15 and even then I've never written these characters. Soooo, this might suck. I can't tell. I'm sorry if it does.

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She grips her fist into his robe. "And what do you suggest we do with them? Enslave them?"

Salazar stares down his nose and smirks deliciously, licks his lips for an answer. She can tell by the way his eyes sparkle that he is half teasing her (only half, because he really does feel this way, deep down). "Precisely."

Helga launches into a tirade. She threatens, quite unladylike, to retrieve Godric's sword from wherever he's hidden it and shove it right through Salazar's stomach. He can't help but laugh and this only infuriates her more, so much more that her wand is suddenly at his throat and Salazar forgets to breathe. "What are you doing?"

It is her turn to grin now as she flattens him up against the newly built castle walls (Hogwarts is massive, is cold and dark and utterly perfect; perfect except for Salazar Slytherin and his intolerable cruelty and distaste for everything the three of them have worked for, in spite of him). Her eyes stay fiercely pinned to his, anger and frustration all bleeding out into the tight grip up her wand. Sometimes she would like to kill him, rid them of this horrible inconvenience that makes building a school take much longer than she'd like (she's always been impatient and she thinks he takes advantage of that in order to egg her on, like some kind of game), but then she'd be no better than him, really. And that wasn't the point of all this.

The grin returns to Salazar's face, eyes trailing lazily down the length of her wand. "You know, we might actually be friends if you didn't hold on to Godric's silly ideals."

"Fuck you," she spits and he laughs. It makes her insides churn and she grips her wand harder, presses her face up close to his and prepares the threats, but she notices his green eyes looking directly into hers, his mouth slightly open, and suddenly, suddenly-

And suddenly she's kissing him, or he's kissing her; somewhere in the fury the lines got blurred, but Helga holds on to several defining facts. It is a fact that her wand somehow slipped out of her hand, her hand that is now fisted in Salazar's hair. It is another fact that his hands somehow made it to her face and their tongues in each other's mouths and she can feel him grinning as he nibbles on her lip and it infuriates her, absolutely drives her mad, but then his hands trail further down towards her waist and Helga forgets that anger was ever an emotion she felt towards this man.

They will discuss the Muggles in the morning.

The phone rings at least once a week, but he doesn't have the strength to answer anymore. Ginny had asked him, once, why he insisted on setting one up when owls and apparation would always be more practical, but even when he didn't give her a straight answer she didn't seem particularly thrown off by the whole thing. She had lived with her father for years. It only seemed natural.

The truth is there is only one other person he knows who uses a telephone and it seems like cheating, but Harry gives Hermione his number one day and says "Here, call me." He crumples it into her fist like he's a teenager again and trying to ask Cho Chang out on a date, all nerves and shaking because what if she says no or what if they get caught, sneaking around when they aren't really sneaking. She's his friend, they're allowed to call each other.

She's his friend.

Hermione calls him and whispers into the receiver stories about children and husbands, dinners that don't cook themselves, and have you read The Daily Prophet, Harry? You really should, there's a great article on the new system at Azkaban. Protests, Harry. People standing up for what they believe. Doesn't it make you feel young again, to hear of such things? We're still young at heart, Harry. You feel it too, right, that beating in your chest?

He listens to Hermione drown out the quiet in his study and thinks yes, I miss you too. She's saying it in her chatter and he says it in his silence, because they can't say it out loud when spouses and children knocking at their doors, extracting promises. To have and to hold. When Ginny kisses him he thinks of Hermione and Ron in their house and The Daily Prophet at their feet and why is Ron kissing her, that was supposed to be me, that was never me, this is me, this is my house, this is my wife, this is my Daily Prophet and we don't share these things, not anymore.

He dreams of building a machine that lets him leap through the telephone line into her arms, but the reality is exhausting and so he stops answering the phone when it rings ("What if it's someone important?" Ginny always asks, but he knows it could only ever be one person and it's always important, but so is this, he wants to say, so are we). He runs away from her and he knows it's unfair, because Hermione Granger is the only person who has never run from him and he loves her for that; he loves her for that and so much more, but he can't, because Ron is on his telephone line now asking about Ginny and he wonders how he got this number, but doesn't ask. There's only one person who had this number, besides himself.

"Hermione says 'hi'," Ron exhales in the same breath as quidditch results.

"Tell her I say it back," he responds, and it's the closest to saying 'I love you' that they'll ever get.

commenting because I'd want to be updated with this prompt! :)

fucking this.

ty!

ty for reading it!

lovely

MY GOD I agree with everything

aww that's sweet:) I loved that Hermione knew Harry would be there and they have this reunion of sorts

I love how a simple hand hold makes this fic beautiful.

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HARRY POTTER NON-CANON SHIPS COMMENT FICATHON

Re: wait for the dust to still, neville/ginny, pg-13 (2/2)

Re: 2/2 There's Something In The Water Sirius/Petunia (pg)

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Re: tom riddle/ginny weasley - two names

Re: Poison Heart; horcrux!Harry/horcrux!Hermione

Re: harry/hermione; when did we become mor than just friends? g;

Re: harry/hermione -- tell you that the metaphor is better than yours (pg)

Re: harry/hermione; he knocked on my door and entered the room, pg-13

Re: harry/hermione - tell me nothing will ruin us (2/2)

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Re: harry/hermione -- the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste (pg)

Re: harry/hermione - lost amongst our winnings

Re: sand | harry/hermione

Harry/Hermione - folded up like paper dolls and little notes

Re: On the Outside, Looking in -- Pansy/Theo PG-13

Helga Hufflepuff/Salazar Slytherin -You cannot have an opponent if you keep saying yes

Harry/Hermione - And love too will ruin us

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Re: sand | harry/hermione

Re: sand | harry/hermione

Re: sand | harry/hermione

Re: sand | harry/hermione

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Re: Harry/Hermione - Light of Christmas

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