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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Comments

[kittyblackcat.livejournal.com]

Nice work! I liked it! It always irked me how the books didn't go into what Ginny really went through with Tom and what were the lasting consequences of that. We get a glipse in OotP, when she says 'Lucky you' coldly but that't it. Personally I think there would have been a hell of a lot more to say about the whole thing. I mean Tom said she simply loved him. It's just I felt that it happened and then we were meant to believe everything was right again in Ginny's world at the end of the second book and I didn't believe that one bit. Anyway, enough of my ranting, just wanted to comment on a job very well done! I was happy to read as I love this pairing!!!

[kittyblackcat.livejournal.com]

Tom/Ginny: Addicted
When Ginny was a little girl, she dreamed of handsome princes and beautiful castles and happy endings such as only children can imagine. She thought of love as beautiful and simple: candy hearts and bouquets of flowers. For a while, she wanted her happy ending to be with the famous Harry Potter. Unfortunately, contrary to popular belief, that didn’t last more than a year; her brother Ron’s first year. It didn’t last much longer than that because as she prepared to enter into her first year at Hogwarts, Ginny met another dark haired boy, much different from the previous one. Oh he seemed like a hero from a fairytale just the same. He was tall, dark and handsome and he was always there for her in a way nobody else was. It was like he truly cared about her. He listened to all her troubles and complaints and it never bothered him, unlike her brothers. He was always offering advice and tips and she lapped it up. She simply loved him.

Ginny used to think love was simple: butterflies in the stomach and happiness. Standing now in front of her mirror, looking at her dishevelled self after one more dream of him, she thought otherwise. How can something that one seemed so beautiful and such a precious gift become such a curse? Love wasn’t simple. Love wasn’t happy. Love was this beast that rose in your stomach, twisted in your gut, tearing you apart. Love was being unable to breathe just one more second while your loved one was away. It was dark and painful and left you wanting more. It was like a drug, an addiction. As her first year progressed, Ginny had become more and more dependent on Tom. She had stopped talking to anyone else because, really, she only needed him. And needing him she did….a lot. She needed him to get through her days. The few times when Tom was crossed with her and refused to talk to her, she felt as if she could die of pain. The idea of ever being separated from her Tom was heart wrenching. No, she needed him like she needed to breathe. Years later, looking back on her first year, she realised that there were many signs of Tom’s involvement in the chamber incident; she should have realised sooner that something was wrong. But she hadn’t. Not because she was stupid but simply because acknowledging those little pieces of evidence would mean having to separate herself from Tom and that would be the end of her world. Without him she would, after all, become all alone. And how do you live alone when you put your entire self completely in the hands of another? At ten, if someone had asked her who had the power in a love relationship, Ginny would have answered that power didn’t have its place in love. She would have believed in equality. Reality was, however, much different. She knows now that Tom had all the power, and not because he took it, no, if that was the case things would be easier; if that was the case, everything would be his fault. But the truth was, she was the one who gave him all this power over her. She let him lead her, control her. And now she still paid the price for it.

When Harry rescued her from the chamber and her parents brought her to the infirmary, everyone thought it was over. Everyone thought it was finished and she would heal from it with their help. It didn’t work like that. She had tried quitting Tom. She had. She had thrown away her precious diary and had run for it. But she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t sleep, she couldn’t eat, she couldn’t stop wondering what Tom now thought of her, if she had hurt him, if he thought she didn’t love him anymore. Her hands were always shaking, starting to write ‘Dear Tom’ in her books when she didn’t pay attention. It scared her. It scared her that everywhere she went, she felt like he was looking at her, accusing her of abandoning him just like everyone else had. She swore she could hear his voice inside her head, commenting on things. Soon, she couldn’t take it anymore. The urge to be near him won out and she went into the boys’ dormitory in search of him. In the end, she hadn’t been able to deal with their separation. And years later, she still couldn’t.

[kittyblackcat.livejournal.com]

Addicted (last paragraph 'cause it didn't want to post with the rest)

She was now in fifth year. Her first year to everyone around her had faded away into a distant memory while for her, it was a constant presence haunting her every day life. She could still hear his voice commenting on things. She knew it wasn’t real; it wasn’t him. It was her and yet she couldn’t stop it. She couldn’t stop hearing his voice nor thinking about what he would think of her actions. Would he approve? Disapprove? She hated herself for these thoughts and yet could do nothing against them, nor against the urge to do as Tom would prefer. It was like she wasn’t herself anymore. She had come to Hogwarts as the Weasley’s Ginny and had left after first year as his Ginevra. She belonged to him, not to herself. She couldn’t stop the dreams either. Every week, she would dream of him. Her subconscious would come out with entire conversations with dream Tom and she would wake up breathless, feeling a huge void where her heart used to be. It seemed the only thing that could appease her pain a little was writing to him. He was dead and the diary destroyed but to this day still, she wrote him letters. In second year, she had told herself to stop for if she didn’t stop it now, nip it in the bud or she feared that she would never be able to stop. And she had stopped. Multiple times. She told herself ‘Just one more time’. It’s just today was really bad. It was normal that she needed someone to talk to and she didn’t feel like bothering her brothers. Beside, she wasn’t writing to the diary; how wrong could it be? And so she had continued and the craving she felt for Tom had never stopped and the despair she felt at being separated from him had simply grown.
Ginny used to think love was beautiful and happy and wished to find her one true love. Now, she wished she had never known what love was.

[rosaxx50.livejournal.com]

!!!!

I don't ship Harry/Ron at all (outside of FRIENDship), but thiiiis story. You've captured all of the understated ways Ron is just so vital to Harry. That Harry relies on Ron's humour is often pointed out, but how Ron is a gateway to all these things Harry never knew before, I've never seen explored before this.

no one else will have him, you understand. (Harry understands.)

And Harry-Ron parallels are love.

But Ron is the first: the one who proves that it’s possible, even after a childhood without. Ron breaks the ice; breaks the dam. It comes pouring out.
Harry didn’t think he had it -- so much -- in him.

I love this so much. That Ron was Harry's first friend (and first time he really experienced even platonic love) is just so important.

I'd quote more lines, but then I'd just be copy-pasting the entire fic. So some other points I really loved:

- the style of the piece. This progression of what the future holds, the listing of all these impressive things and many people, and the end where Ron's is mentioned because he's the first in so many ways. I just love the beauty and simplicity in each section.

- the entire last section that made me want to hug Harry because he's alone without his Ron, because stupid boys who care so much about each other but are stupid nonetheless.

- Finally he chokes out a reply, far too inadequate to encompass the swelling inside his chest. YES, I QUOTE MORE LINES. But really, this is how I feel, because Ron hatred just makes me so sad, and the friendship of these two boys is much too under-rated in canon.

Sappiness is the BEST. And it's not really sappy, it's just lovely and poignant.

[ever-neutral.livejournal.com]

!!!!!!!

I don't really ship-ship Harry/Ron either, but this prompt was too good to resist. I'm so glad my depiction of their relationship worked for you.

That Ron was Harry's first friend (and first time he really experienced even platonic love) is just so important.

WORD. Say no to Ron hate, basically.

And thank you so much, man. Your comments always bowl me over. You are far too kind. ♥

[mollivanders.livejournal.com]

Went hunting for quality HP fic among my flist. Found this.

DON'T MIND ME IT'S JUST RAINING ON MY FACE.

I...cannot find the words, just that Ron loves Harry and Harry loves Ron and they made it possible for each other. TEARS.

[ever-neutral.livejournal.com]

!!!!!!

Sorry about the tears, bb. But thank you for the lovely comment.