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

[magisterequitum.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione, what is and what should never be

[magisterequitum.livejournal.com]

Katie Bell/Marcus Flint, you shimmy shook my bone/leaving me stranded all in love on my own

[oursadhearts.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione - so tell me now, where was my fault in loving you with all my heart?

harry/hermione, and we did not know it but we already lost

[angeldylan628.livejournal.com]

It was too long for a comment. So I posted it here (http://community.livejournal.com/soapboxblues/12852.html#cutid1)

[oursadhearts.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione - Scars like warpaint

[poppypickle.livejournal.com]

Claiming, but it's going to take me a few days. <333

[oursadhearts.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione - Even when he doesn’t have faith in himself, she does.

[i-rise-inside.livejournal.com]

Emma was made of WIN for saying this!

[renigallagher.livejournal.com]

Hermione/Draco - and all the roads we have to walk are winding

[lykeleia.livejournal.com]

harry/Hermione - they dance again, like they did in tent, only this time, it's for Hermione's wedding.

harry/hermione - a regret, you might say

[perfectlystill.livejournal.com]

She grabs his hand despite his protests, using all her body-weight to pull him out of his chair and lead him onto the dancefloor.

Role reversal at its finest.

(Except Harry's shoulders are rigidly optimistic, an almost-smile trying to peel itself off his face.

Except he isn't allowed to mourn.)

Hermione's fingers clench around his, going for encouragement or comfort, but ending somewhere between Look happy. For Ron. For me. and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have to be. But I am. She twirls to face him, a skip in her determined step, a glow sweeping over her skin. Her head tilts to the side and he sees a wetness brewing in her eyes. Probably from how surreal it all is--she's married now, after all. Probably, but maybe-

(Harry shouldn't hope like this. Especially not now.)

He squeezes back, going for congratulations and not I love you. She exhales shakily and Harry decides both messages were received. He's not surprised; he could never get it quite right, and she was always the perceptive one.

There's a slither, buzz, crash, hiss as fireworks light the sky above, drawing the entire party's attention. Harry isn't diverted. He looks at Hermione, the slope of her neck, the way it curves into her shoulder, the white dress hugging her hips. He thinks about how if he closed his eyes and concentrated they could apparate away. Go anywhere else and this wouldn't be real.

(Oh, but it's all too real. There are some thing magic cannot undo.)

Instead he splays his fingers on the small of her back, pressing her closer, watching her mouth form a small 'o' as she gasps in surprise. She settles her chin on his shoulder, her cheek pressed against his. He sways to her warmth and the systematic cracks forming inside himself. Closing his eyes, Harry remembers the lantern's glow and the slither, buzz, crash, hiss of the radio naming the dead.

She's slipping away but if feels like he is slipping away too.

He adds his name to the list: Harry Potter, the boy who lived.

There's a tap on his shoulder and Hermione detaches her body from his, gulps, hesitates--or maybe that's hope, tickling his scar again--and smiles softly.

"Let's look at the fireworks," Ron says, slurring slightly from all the butterbeer he's been drinking--a glass before the ceremony, a few after.

He reaches for Hermione's hand as she drops Harry's. He claps Harry on the back with enthusiasm, an ear-splitting grin on his face, cheeks to match his hair. "See you later, mate".

"Goodbye, Harry," Hermione whispers.

The vibrations hit his eardrums in finality.

He alters his name on the list: Harry Potter, the boy who forgot to die.

[operatingroom.livejournal.com]

Draco/Hermione, i believe that we are lucky, we are golden
post-war, ewe.

[no-name-no1.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione- 'gonna dive and have no fear, because you - you just know. You just do'

[geewhiz.livejournal.com]

Pansy/Hermione - it's not a phase

all we can do is keep breathing; pansy/hermione

[theagonyofblank.livejournal.com]

one.

it comes as a surprise – the breakup, that is.

did you even care?

her voice is quiet and her eyes burn from holding the tears back, and she wills herself not to – she cannotwillnotshallnot let them fall.

she doesn't want to hear the answer,

and when it comes, she pretends not to feel the sting.



two.

she remembers the beginning.

just the two of them, next to each other at the pub.

they were never friends

(would never be friends)

but one drink led to two, and two led to seven.

and then it was lipsandtongueandheatedfleshslickskin.

that was their beginning.




three.

sometimes, they went on picnics.

(i like to come here and think, she would say,

and the only response given was that of a smile).

other times, they stayed in.

(not another muggle film, she would say,

and the response would always be, you love muggles).

sometimes, they bickered.

(i didn't leave the dishes out, she would say,

and the response would be, then who did?)

other times, they shared secrets.

(i think i could like you, she would say,

and the response would be, don't lower your standards,

even though they've both already fallen).




four.

she misses her.

does not

(will not)

say so,

but she does.




five.

what she also misses:

the way they used to lie together, limbs tangled and bodies entwined

the way she kissed, demanding and giving, soft and hard, all at the same time

the way she smelled, like fresh sheets on a sunny day,

and perhaps, what she misses the most,

is the way a brief touch, a brief glance,

(her mere presence)

was all it took to brighten her day.




six.

she tries not to lose sleep over it.

she tosses and turns, shifts and adjusts.

all that knowledge in her head, and she doesn't understand.




seven.

what she knows is this:

this isn't her mistake.




eight.

you never told me,

she says one day, when they're at another bar, some time later

(and this is so familiar yet not)

there's a pause, before she goes on,

why you did it.




ten.

it starts again, that night.




eleven.

she tries not to think about it, about how this can only end badly.

it's like it used to be –

all the good parts,

with laughter and smiles and the warm feeling that settles in her chest whenever she's around

– but she's constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.




twelve.

she cannot

(does not want to)

be left again.




thirteen.

i can't do this anymore,

her throat is scratchy and there's a weight behind her eyes, again.

the silence is thick, and the blood rushes to her ears.

when no reply is forthcoming, she turns to leave.

a hand at her wrist stops her, and she looks up into dark eyes.




fourteen.

stay.







-

[geewhiz.livejournal.com]

Draco/Hermione - a surprising lack of scandal or shock, just two people that love each other.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_standingstill/]

Harry/Hermione
Look at me, my depth perception must be off again
because this hurts deeper than I thought it did
It has not healed with time
It just shot down my spine
You look so beautiful tonight
Reminds me how you laid us down
And gently smiled before you destroyed my life

[http://users.livejournal.com/_standingstill/]

Harry/Hermione time can be nothing but pain in disguise/I'll never see you again

[perfectlystill.livejournal.com]

Harry/Luna, everybody bleeds this way, just the same

[eenaangel.livejournal.com]

Prompt love!

[laeria.livejournal.com]

Dudley/Oliver, I'm way worse than Scottish.

[laeria.livejournal.com]

Draco/Hermione/Ron, on a short leash

[geewhiz.livejournal.com]

OMG YES!

[perfectlystill.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione, there's something dancing here in the shadows and i wish it were us

Harry/Hermione, between two lungs it was released

[frannyboo92.livejournal.com]

She apparates here even when he isn’t home. She’ll escape to the vast library, a place he rarely, if ever, enters. Or, she’ll cook him dinner, a dinner made with no magic, always handmade, always leaving just before he arrives home. Sometimes, very rarely, she’ll wait for him in the living room, curled up in a big armchair, her legs tucked under her, by a fire she’s lit with matches and kindling. And sometimes, only sometimes, the flames will dance as they lick the air. Then, and only then, will she see them as they draw figures onto the bricks behind them. And they dance.

He’ll see, no, feel the glow of the fire before he unlocks the door to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. He’ll secretly hope that she’s still there. She’s always there. He won’t see her curled on the armchair as its back hides her figure. But he knows. Sometimes he’ll sit next to her, in the other chair and look for the figures he knows she’s watching. Most of the time he’ll sit in front of her. He does this because she likes to soften his raven hair through her fingers. He lets her because it’s a comfort to her, to know he’s there. It comforts him too.

It’s only when he can no longer feel the softness of her touch or hear the steady breathing of her lungs that he knows she’s gone back to their best friend, giving the excuses of too much work or coworkers coercing her into drinks. He won’t believe her but he’ll let it go. He’s always letting it go.

And one time, only one time, she stays in his bed, falling asleep before he arrives to find her tousled in the sheets, whimpering in a dream of long ago. Long ago really wasn’t that long ago. He joins her, laying beside her in the dark, soothing her hair down her back, something he found to relax her sleep. But it’s when he hears

“Life’s too short to live it as a bad person Harry,” that he stops and turns on his back to stare at the ceiling.

“If anyone would know that, Hermione, it would be us. All of us.” She turns to look at him then. “And I think we’ve lived enough to know how fragile it all is, how fleeting this all is.” She buries her head in the crook of his neck, letting her hand rest over his heart. He holds her there and lets out a sigh.

“The forest is pretty this time of year,” she confesses, confessing more than just the desire to be there but the desire to be there with him.

“Do you go often?” She pulls her head back to look at him.

“Every day.” And her stare is so fierce that even without his glasses, it’s the clearest sight of her he’s ever seen.

“Take me with you.” He feels her shudder at his request. There is nothing more that she could want. “And we’ll grow old.” His grip tightens around her shoulders.

“And we’ll dance.” She smoothes back a lock of his hair that’s fallen into his eyes. Her eyes glisten with the threat of tears.

“Always.” And it’s a promise he wants to keep but a promise she won’t let him. She leans her face towards his close enough to feel his short breaths. She let’s her lips linger over his before she dares to leave one searing kiss that locks their desires away forever.

“If only…” And with a pop of lightning, she’s gone.

He’ll feel the glow of the fire before he enters his house but she won’t be there. He’ll sit in front of her chair, the phantom feeling of fingers playing in his hair lingering. He’ll watch the figures she’s been watching for years dance against the brick until the fire dies. If only…

[laeria.livejournal.com]

Dumbledore/Grindelwald, Heterosexuality is not normal, it's just common.

[j-lunatic.livejournal.com]

Neville/Luna, somebody here needs you

[forsanethaec.livejournal.com]

Remus/Sirius (modern day) -- too late to die young

[mollivanders.livejournal.com]

Hope you enjoy! :)

Title: too late to die young
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Remus/Sirius
Summary: For forsanethaec at the Harry Potter Non Canon Ship Fic-a-thon (http://anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com/774727.html) for the prompt too late to die young. Word Count - 428.
Spoilers: Through the end of Book 5.
Disclaimer: JKR owns Harry Potter. I own nothing.

(Nearly twenty years later, it is now Remus who marks the days off the calendar and it’s Sirius who waits for him on their bed) (http://community.livejournal.com/prefer_my_life/43466.html?#cutid1)

[laeria.livejournal.com]

Kingsley/the Prime Minister, got to be good-looking 'cause he's so hard to see

[spunspider.livejournal.com]

Draco/Luna, why does it matter that you don't matter

[eenaangel.livejournal.com]

He dreams of silver and blood.

She blinks in and out of his thoughts, wide-eyed and mouth open in a scream that his aunt never managed to rip out of her (but she tried; Merlin, did she try). It's worse with her, though he doesn't know why. He can forget the others, tell himself that it didn't matter. But the nights when Bellatrix dragged her out of the basement (always by her hair), threw her to the floor, and fired off curse after curse . . . he'll never forget it. Never forget the stubborn set to her chin, never forget the tight press of her lips together, never forget the single, solitary accusatory stare.

Save me was never said, never begged, but it was expected.

After things are done, after He is dead and everyone's crying and dancing-he looks for those accusing eyes. Everyone seems happy to excuse him, to pardon him his behaviour and lack of action. Couldn't be helped they'd say, like he isn't in the room, a rock and hard place, you understand?

He doesn't want them to understand; he doesn't want their compassion. He wants the condemnation in her gaze, wants the judgement burning brightly in those silver eyes. He needs it like he's never needed anything before in his life.

There's no point.

She's completely at ease, utterly dispassionate while talking to him. Sometimes, it's like she looks right through him. If it was part of her anger towards him, an action born of disgust at the mere sight of him, he would excuse it, understand it. But it's not like that; she just doesn't care enough to have a reaction.

Vengeance is a lot like Sleakeazy. Nice going on, gets the job done for the night, but impossible to reproduce on your own. Plus, it leaves a sticky mess the morning after and it's hard to wash off your hands.

It's ridiculous; she's ridiculous. But she's also never given into another person at the expense of who she is. She didn't do it under the knife; she won't do it now to feed his self-hate.

You shouldn't come here anymore. It isn't going to happen.

He wonders if you can be haunted when it's you that's the ghost.

[laeria.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione/Ron, it's really not that hard to stay alive, when you're twenty-five

[spiderlin.livejournal.com]

Harry/Hermione-Like any hot blooded woman,i have simply wanted an object to crave,but you're not allowed

[spunspider.livejournal.com]

bellatrix/snape, you're nothing like her, so you i can have