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anythingbutgrey ([personal profile] anythingbutgrey) wrote2010-11-23 02:27 pm

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.

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Re: harry/hermione; stars collide (they won't know you're gone); pg

[identity profile] starseed4.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
There is a place in my chest where my heart used to be and is now replaced by this fic.

Re: Harry/Hermione - And love too will ruin us

[identity profile] miss-mady.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
wow. wow. wow. wow. wow. oh my god, that was so good and it makes my heart hurt and you can sense the heartbreak in this and that was just perfect.

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.
just perfection. wow.

[identity profile] i-rise-inside.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Yippeeee!

cannot wait!

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

[identity profile] alexandria-skye.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
wow. wowwowwow. this is so beautiful. their blood and tears are reduced to dates written on pages of history books, and and hermione wonders why she is ever a gryffindor if she can only say them when he has gone. i love it. and their interaction! that really breaks my heart.

thank you so much!

[identity profile] alexandria-skye.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
♥ decemberists

harry/hermione - we're sorry for the iron shoes we nailed to you

[identity profile] sunny-serenity.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
This is my first foray into the Potter!verse. Hope I did this prompt justice.

Ron told him once we wouldn't last two days without her. She knows this because Harry told her. She knows because it's the honest truth.

Somewhere between the end of the tournament and the beginnings of an idea for an army of children she faced the fact that maybe they were never meant to be children. That was meant for generations after.

It hits her later (again) at the oddest of times, when she’s doing something particularly domestic and mundane like folding sheets or drying a dish. Why you don’t use charms or spells, Ron starts to accuse. He backs off, hands surrendered midair when she gives him that same look of exhausted patience when he’d trade off doing the easy thing versus the right thing while they were in school. She needs the structure, the steady rhythm of her body in motion, doing things with effort.

Something needs to remind her of her former life. A life made of before, when magic was bright and wonderful, a time of discovery and fascination. Now she has a harder time navigating the lighter moments without some horrible memory nipping at the edges of her heart. Logically she knows it’s over. The fighting done and battles chronicled in headstones and scars, the measure of loss unquantifiable in words or statistics.

It hits her then too, when she’s working for the betterment of restructuring the ministry and he’s there listening to her like she’s the only thing in a roomful of robed officials worth paying attention to. She feels him watching her as she proposes a new motion to equalise the status of giants and elves and all other previously discriminated against magical creatures thought of as ‘lesser’. Mudblood itches on her forearm and she fights not to fiddle with the cuffs of her sleeves.

His eyes are riveted to her for the rest of the session.

I wish you wouldn’t do that, she tells him later but then regrets ever telling him when he reminds her she’s the only one with brilliant ideas in the whole entire ministry equipped with the power and ability to get it done. Really Harry, she says as she tries not to blush at that. It’s always been the two of them against the world he tells her and squeezes her hand.

He’s better now with words and telling her what he really means, feels. It reminds her of cold wintry nights huddled against the waning heat of a fire, trying to keep herself together for her world, her parents, for Ron.

For him.

They were so wrapped in silence. They were so wrapped in all that was tucked away, as if it would break if ever it was given voice.

He’s better now with words but sometimes, like now, when he passes her one of Molly’s freshly rinsed plates, he tells her things that make her think he’s trying to tell her something else.

It hits her hard, deep in her gut and twists. They were never meant to be children.

Bellatrix/Lucuis - Keeping Faith (R)

[identity profile] venacavaa.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
This kind of turned out to be Bellatrix/Lucius with some underlying Bellatrix/Narcissa, my apologies. Rating to be safe (and to compensate for if-you-squint incest).

She might not be the greatest person to walk this tortured earth, but that aside, Bellatrix likes to think that she’s been there for Narcissa when she’s needed her. And when she hasn’t. Or when she has and didn’t realize it or couldn’t bring herself to swallow her pride long enough to ask for help. It’s quite a predicament they meddled themselves into—this occasional inability to connect.

They grow apart as they grow older; many sisters do, it’s hardly an isolated tragedy in this world anymore.

But then he comes into the equation, and Narcissa is undeniably caught up in him that she shows him off to whoever is within a ten-foot radius. And sure as the sunset, Bellatrix is one of the first to meet him (officially, that is, because really, there are only so many purebloods and then there are fewer evil purebloods so he’s no stranger).

He becomes infinitely more familiar after their first "official" meeting. Hushed whispers in a spare bedroom, removing the protective spells from around the room—they weren’t missed, they’re sure. Family holidays in the Black household were far from mundane.

“I don’t like you, as I’m sure you already know,” she hisses, straightening her clothes.

He steps closer, grabbing her chin none too gently. “Good. There’s no longer a thriving army of us and so as much as civility is desired, we cannot stand to have the families divided.”

She raises an eyebrow, scowling. “You don’t deserve her, you know.” This was not the desired consequence from this small crime, but Bella knew full well ahead of time that good intentions are the building blocks of hell’s realm. And those selfish undertones tainting her good intentions do nothing to help her condemnation.

“Neither do you,” he bites back, running a hand over his hair. “You can’t keep her forever.”

A bitter feeling rises up in Bellatrix’s throat, “I can try. And I can kill you if you ever hurt her.”

With a smirk, Lucius replies, “Ah, I would expect nothing less, sister.”

The urge to slap him sweeps over her unexpectedly, but the silencing spell on the room has already been retracted, and that’s not the kind of scene she wants to cause right now. The feeling passes as a fleeting memory.

"Careful, you haven't married into the family just yet. There's still time to change her mind." She stands, wiping at the edges of her lips to manage her smeared lipstick, and she walks out of the room, door slamming shut behind her—cutting off Lucius' smart-assed, "Have you seen the way she looks at me?"

With resignation, she silently overturns her personal mission of Narcissa’s protection to him, begrudgingly of course.

In Bella’s mind, he’ll never be good enough for her sister. Nobody will, and she knows that she will never be deserving of Narcissa. But she wants to keep her sister safe, and sleeping with Lucius was supposed to do that—prevent such a snake such as him from entering Eden.

But Bellatrix will never be perfect.

The only thing that comforts her is the knowledge that Lucius was good even to her during the time they had to together, and maybe there’s hope for him (and her sister) after all.

Re: harry/hermione - we're sorry for the iron shoes we nailed to you

[identity profile] poppypickle.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
This is so lovely. And I'm obsessed with the title that you have chosen.

Somewhere between the end of the tournament and the beginnings of an idea for an army of children she faced the fact that maybe they were never meant to be children. That was meant for generations after.

Sigh. Perfect.

The fighting done and battles chronicled in headstones and scars, the measure of loss unquantifiable in words or statistics.

I LOVE this sentence.

and he’s there listening to her like she’s the only thing in a roomful of robed officials worth paying attention to

The mental image of this in my head is so friggin beautiful and perfect. <3

He’s better now with words but sometimes, like now, when he passes her one of Molly’s freshly rinsed plates, he tells her things that make her think he’s trying to tell her something else.

It hits her hard, deep in her gut and twists. They were never meant to be children.


Okay, so I've basically quoted the whole damn thing, but that's just because I love it so and OH MY HEART. Lovely, lovely work.

[identity profile] untiltimeends.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
I am not certain what this is and I'm terribly sorry if it's not what you wanted. I haven't written fanfiction in ages. It's set sometime when they are still at Hogwarts.

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Whenever Harry looks at Draco, all he feels is anger. An anger running so deep that it makes his blood boil to the point of overflowing. It’s a wonder he hasn’t exploded yet, really.

Draco is always mocking him, poking at him, pointing out flaws, real or otherwise. Harry is at his breaking point. He doesn’t know how much more he can take.

One day, he’s walking out of potions class, intending on getting as far away as quickly as possible. Draco had spent the class mocking his potion-making abilities, laughing when his didn’t turn out just right. (It was third-best in the class, right behind Hermione and Draco.) It was frustrating beyond belief and he mostly just wanted to run up to his bed and scream into the pillow.

That is not at all what ended up happening.

He is only a step outside the classroom when someone grabs his sleeve and shoves him into a nearby broom closet. He has only a second to process the face in front of him before his mouth is being devoured like it was some rare sweet candy.

Hands are everywhere, grabbing, pulling, ripping. It is almost like they are fighting, a violent dance, not much of a change from usual. But the lips on his are bruising, the hands forceful. There is no doubt in his mind that he was going to be black and blue if he ever gets out of this and yet he can’t stop.

“Malfoy,” he gasps, trying to breathe. “What—”

“Shut up, Potter,” the other boy says, pulling his face in closer for another savage kiss.

And Harry does.

Somehow, their robes get shoved off and they're rutting against each other like the hormone-crazed teenagers they are. (That’s Harry’s excuse. He’s horny. Draco is there.)

It’s messy, when it happens, and embarrassing, too. Harry slouches against Draco, limp and sexed out. His pants feel sticky and he dreads walking back to the tower like that.

“You know I’m just having a bit of fun,” Draco says, that ever-present smirk on his face. Harry doesn’t know if he’s referring to what just happened or the endless mocking.

At this point, though, he doesn’t care. All he feels is a rush of embarrassment heating up his cheeks and then he’s rushing out of the closet.

“Fuck off, Malfoy.”
Edited 2010-12-05 22:10 (UTC)

[identity profile] etacanis.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh my god, this is perfect ♥ Thank you so much.

[identity profile] untiltimeends.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
You're welcome. <3 I'm glad you liked it.

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

[identity profile] heron-advocate.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)
omg SAME. Haha, I was like, "omg someone replied to my prompt!" and then it was YOU and eee.

Helga being pissed off and threatening and ideological is great, and a perfect contrast to Salazar's nonchalant teasing. I love this! I LOVE YOU.

Re: Harry/Hermione - Light of Christmas

[identity profile] spiderlin.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
LOVE IT!!!!
Thanks so much <3

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

[identity profile] jusrecht.livejournal.com 2010-12-06 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
I'm glad you liked it! Thank you for the beautiful prompt :D

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

[identity profile] alexandria-skye.livejournal.com 2010-12-06 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
i snagged it from a switchfoot song XD

2:47; so lovely!

[identity profile] leigh-adams.livejournal.com 2010-12-06 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
Harry Potter/Pansy Parkinson

And there will be no tenderness
No tenderness
And there will be no tenderness
No tenderness
I will show no mercy for you
You have no mercy for me
The only thing that I ask
Love me mercilessly

[identity profile] leigh-adams.livejournal.com 2010-12-06 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Cedric Diggory/Fleur Delacour

Hush
It's okay
Dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Dry your eyes
Soulmate dry your eyes
Cause soulmates never die

Re: harry/cho, false bravado, pg

[identity profile] mollivanders.livejournal.com 2010-12-06 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
I was just going to comment this is fantastic and then I saw it was you. and it all made sense :) absolutely lovely, I can picture it all so well.

Re: harry/cho, false bravado, pg

[identity profile] angeldylan628.livejournal.com 2010-12-06 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
You are too kind, sweetie. This ficathon really has lured me out of hiatus. I spend what little time I get on John's computer here. It's probably not a good thing.

Re: harry/cho, false bravado, pg

[identity profile] angeldylan628.livejournal.com 2010-12-06 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it! I've been combing through these pages for something to inspire me and your prompt just hit me like a ton of bricks. So really, thank you. My muse needed this.

Re: "Dragons ..."

[identity profile] mollivanders.livejournal.com 2010-12-06 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
oh I love this! thank you so much for writing it :) your luna voice is perfect <3

Re: "Dragons ..."

[identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com 2010-12-06 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
*blushes* Cheers hun, I'm glad you like it :D

remus/sirius, this started long before it had meaning, pg

[identity profile] angeldylan628.livejournal.com 2010-12-06 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
There's a box.

It starts with photos from Hogwarts - Sirius's arm slung over Remus's shoulder, his lips brushing his ear, his hair tickling the curves of his neck. There's letters from summers apart - the kind where i miss you and i wish you were here were hidden between rambles of over-the-top humor and accounts of intricate pranks on James' neighbors. Short notes sent during classes, some dirty enough that they still made Remus blush. There's a scarf that Sirius gave him for their first Christmas together, the one Remus is sure he stole from a bothersome fourth year because he couldn't stand to spend his parents money. Other things, trinkets that hold their own value - tiny pensives full of memories.

All of these are covered with newspaper clippings about the arrest. Piles of papers detailing the life of Sirius Black. Discussing his decent into madness. Wondering with both disgust and awe at how deeply undercover he managed to get under the nose of Albus Dumbledore. The headlines all read the same to Remus - You Are a Fool. He uses them as blankets in his box.

The world stops talking about Sirius soon enough. The box stops filling up. Remus finds work here and there. Goes through the motions. The box moves from apartment to apartment. Stays under beds and in the backs of closets. Sometimes when Remus has a bad day and a little too much to drink, it sees the light of day. Those days he thinks of burning it. He's never drunk enough to actually go through with it.

Word breaks of the escape and Remus takes the box with him to Hogwarts. There, Harry Potter trusts him with his life. Remus thinks, you shouldn't. your parents made this same mistake because he knows. Knows there is a box that tells two stories and after 13 years, Remus still can't decide which one he likes best.

---

This is a memory too.

There's a box.

There's always a box, Sirius would say, bottle half way to his lips and a smile curling around it. He'd mumbled cliche against the top. And Remus wouldn't know whether to be offended or amused. Sirius would keep him from thinking too long on the matter, curl his hands into the lapels of his coat and tell him to stop thinking so much. Press a kiss to his forehead and whisper I love you like it meant too much and not enough.

Remus knows this feeling all too well now.

"Moments"

[identity profile] amine-eyes.livejournal.com 2010-12-06 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
He says she has nice eyes. For days she floats on this, on the idea that someone sees her.

He says her voice is nice. She tries to remember the little ditties she sang hundreds of years ago, her voice cracking as it reaches the high notes, but he claps and asks for more.

He tells her how his day is always a little bit brighter after he sees her, and after all these years of betrayal and loss and hurt, she starts to feel that maybe, just maybe, she doesn't have to be sad anymore.

He comes to see her when he visits Dumbledore, spends the entire afternoon talking with her, listening to her sing quietly (she struggled to remember all the words but he still clapped), and sits with her in silence. It's almost like the times he was at school.

When Harry comes to find the coronet, she can't quite say why Tom was so special.

Harry/Hermione - Haunted

[identity profile] snowweisz.livejournal.com 2010-12-06 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
Idek if this is what you had in mind, but it is what just happened when I read the prompt. Hope you like.



“We didn’t plan ahead,” she whispers to him.
The soft seaside breeze blows her awfully short curls back and she tastes salt in her tongue as she breathes in. The fabulous man at the salon said it would make her feel younger but it didn’t work and her world feels just as heavy now as it did before she cut off her hair.

Sydney is bright. Sunny but cold. It's vibrant and alive in ways she finds so foreign it's terrifying. She should wish to leave, but she believes having fought such a war allows her a certain amount of self pitying and she uses hers to stay in Australia and feel a foreigner, isolated. To sit out on the windy beach under the bright sun and feel loneliness. Taste the salt of the air on her tongue and sink her bare feet in the sand.
To wait for Harry to slowly walk out of her parents’ house and sit next to her. He does it in silence, a pattern as well rehearsed as that habit she has of turning her eyes away from him when he looks at her across the dinner table.

Sometimes she thinks she didn’t leave Britain with Harry just to find her parents. They also did it because they are the ones who needed to find themselves the most. Because now he has no roots anywhere and because she erased hers. The more they hide away avoiding what they left, the deeper she feels the idea sinks in with her. They didn’t plan ahead.

“I know,” he whispers.

Ron wouldn’t understand.

“I thought it would be enough.” her voice is low, hollow. She feels the painful knot that forms in it as she tries to bite her lip and scrunch her nose to keep the tears from rolling down her cheek.
“To win.” He rests his hand in the sand between them.
“Not to lose.”
She can’t meet his eyes so she meets his hand in the sand. Fingers closing in around his hand, the sand slipping away from between them the harder she squeezes. Her breath is harsh, her chest pressing in her heart. When she speaks again, her voice is broken and the tears in her cheeks.

“We didn’t plan ahead.”
She squeezes his hand harder.
“Hermione-”
“I don’t know how to go back anywhere that’s not our tent in the forest.”
She feels the sobs before she lets them out and she breathes in hard, her mouth open as she gasps for air to keep from crying.
“What’s wrong with us?”
A part of her wants to slap him.
“Everything.”
“Why?”

She lets a sob out before she breathes in one more time, eyes closed. She lets go of his hand and wipes her cheeks dry, sand all over them. She turns her head and their eyes meet.

“Because you had no idea what you were doing when you told Ron you loved me like a sister.”

She looks back to the sea.
She tastes salt again.