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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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Have fun!

ETA:

[livejournal.com profile] effingeden has graciously offered to archive our prompts and fic here. Thanks so much!

Date: 2010-11-27 05:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] perfectlystill.livejournal.com
harry/ron/hermione,

We got nowhere to go and no home that’s left
The water is rising on a river turning red
It all might be OK or we might be dead
If everything we’ve got is slipping away
I meant what I said when I said until my dying day
I’m holding on to you, holding on to me

Harry/Ron/Hermione -- Gravity

Date: 2010-11-29 01:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] scatteredintime.livejournal.com
It's after the war.

When people ask him, he tells them he’s fine. Isn’t that what you were supposed to say? Nobody wants to hear tirades of depression.

He’s not depressed. They’ve just won a war and changed the world and made a difference.

He’s just lost.

-

Hermione is the first one to realise what he really means when he says it.

“I’m fine. I just didn’t expect to be here tonight.”

She takes a moment to figure it out. Ron replies with a dazed “Huh?” and then goes back to discussing the Chudley Cannons with his alter ego.

When she finally has it figured out, she throws herself into Harry’s arms, whispers a devastated “Oh Harry” and presses her body against him with all her might. She’s not going to let go of him for a while.

-

Ron doesn’t take the news of Harry’s break-up with Ginny well. He’s hell-bent on avenging his sister, even if she was the one to break up with Harry.

It’s no one’s fault but the war’s.

Ginny understands, says that this isn’t meant to be, agrees that they’re still friends, beams when Harry agrees. They’re both children of a fucked up generation and Harry was too much in love with the idea of having a family of his own and Ginny was too much in love with the Boy Who Lived, but not with Harry.

They were teenagers when they had built up this fantasy and now they’re not. They agree that they’re both mature enough to make this decision.

They still love each other. Just not like that.

-

Harry leaves when Ron doesn’t look like he’ll come around anytime soon. He tells Ginny where he’s going – away, away from here, away from the memories, away from the war, because it’s still waging in his mind, it’ll never stop, he’ll never get rid of the war inside his bones – and that’s that.

She promises not to tell anyone if he keeps in contact with her. He promises not to do anything stupid.

-

Ron does eventually come around. Hermione has to spell it out for him, once he’s speaking to her again and not putting on his child face and sticking his fingers into his eyes and singing “I can’t hear you” every time she mentions Harry’s name.

She doesn’t rebuke him for it when he does that. They’ve all grown up too quickly and maybe it’s what Ron needs. They all have their baggage to carry and it could be worse. Craving a piece of the innocence you lost a bit too early is perhaps the best thing that could happen.

Hermione herself isn’t quite right in the head, as they might say. She cannot help it, ever since Malfoy Manor she’s jumpy and it hasn’t been nearly long enough to forget. In her bones she can still feel the things that Bellatrix did to her. She doubts it’ll ever go away. Her parents are back to normal, they’re setting up a new dentistry and she hides from them because they’ll notice that she’s grown paranoid and she doesn’t want to explain more than she already had.

Re: Harry/Ron/Hermione -- Gravity

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Date: 2010-11-27 08:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-mady.livejournal.com
Harry/Hermione - I don't want to go through life thinking about what could've been

Date: 2010-11-27 08:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jacyevans.livejournal.com
harry/hermione, darling heart, i loved you from the start, but you'll never know what a fool i've been

Date: 2010-11-27 08:57 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-11-27 09:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eleusis-walks.livejournal.com
Lady Zabini/Narcissa Malfoy - even the Vatican knows not to fuck with me

Date: 2010-11-27 09:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eleusis-walks.livejournal.com
Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley -

you're just a little boy and i'm just a little girl
programmed rebels in a cruel, cruel world
we never get what we deserve

Date: 2010-11-27 09:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eleusis-walks.livejournal.com
Sirius Black/Remus Lupin - and if your world should fall apart / there's plenty room inside my heart
Edited Date: 2010-11-27 09:17 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-12-02 04:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hillcm.livejournal.com
This prompt. <3

Date: 2010-11-27 09:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eleusis-walks.livejournal.com
Ginny Weasley/Luna Lovegood -

will you tell me once again
how we're gonna be just friends?
if you're for real and not pretend
then i guess you can hang with me

Date: 2010-11-28 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com
any permutation of the alt!trio is perfect. am convinced. why did i not see it. why did she not give it to me. who is ginny weasley.

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Date: 2010-11-27 09:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eleusis-walks.livejournal.com
Peter Pettigrew/James Potter (one-sided) - if you're lookin' for love get a heart made of steel, 'cuz you know that love kills
Edited Date: 2010-11-27 09:27 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-11-27 09:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eleusis-walks.livejournal.com
Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald - we dance to the beat of the continents shifting beneath our feet

Date: 2010-11-27 09:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eleusis-walks.livejournal.com
Rabastan Lestrange/Barty Crouch, Jr. - somebody alert the authorities, i got criminal intent

Date: 2010-11-27 10:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] miss-mady.livejournal.com
harry/hermione - you just took on a million years of evolution

Instinct

Date: 2010-12-06 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] brainybiologist.livejournal.com
Niceties slipped away in war.

It was fitting that their journey on the run started at a wedding, a formal societal function filled with fancy clothing and drinks and dancing.

After living in a tent for weeks on end, polite society seems so far away that they can’t imagine being at another formal function ever again.

With the death of politeness, nerves fray. The incessant sniping begins anew, then, suddenly, Ron is at the door to leave and looks at her, asking if she is leaving with him.

Barging out isn’t part of polite society. But they are past polite society. They are on to the need to survive.

A million years of evolution drives her instinctual choice to stay with the Boy Who Lived, who survives no matter the impossible circumstance, again and again.

A million years of evolution drives her instinctual choice to remain with the one who has proven himself in battle before and surely will do so again. The one who figured out how to free her from a stone prison in her own body. The one who ensured she was rescued from the bottom of a lake.

For her it is the instinctual choice, the adaptive response. He is proven. He leads by instinct, and she follows by instinct.

She never rationalizes her choices in these terms; the response bubbles beneath the surface of her consciousness in the few crevices of her brain that she hasn’t honed through hours of study. The instinctual part. The part that knows to breathe in and out. The part that knows to send air to the lungs and water to the gut. The part that blinks thousands of times a day without a thought. The part that makes this decision in an instant and without hesitation or thought.

To even ask if she’s leaving, Ron takes on a million years of evolution and six years of loyalty and friendship and bravery and love. The question is settled before it finishes falling from Ron's lips, but the question is asked.

Perhaps niceties survive after all.

Re: Instinct

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She wasn't afraid when she met him that first time. Twelve years old and she met him head-on - a winding staircase, she on her way down, and he ascending. Her fingers had been cold, she remembered that. The winter months had already begun to set, the threat of snow heavy on the air and heavy on the castle, a sheath of November gray absent any forthcoming holiday cheer.

"You're Tom," she had said, neither coldly or unkindly, but rather a statement of fact. He was Tom, and she knew this. She knew of him, not that he had attained any sort of celebrity or notoriety, but that he was Tom Riddle of Slytherin House; he earned his House fifteen points that morning in Potions, she had heard about it though she had not seen it.

He had not answered at first, but rather stepped beside her on the same stone stair, still a child but with a man's disdain and composure.

"Minerva," he said, and that was all. He walked past her and continued his climb and she continued down the stairwell.

(Later, she would come to remember the way he said her name differently, colored by the mood of the moment or the politics of the time. He sneered at her - she remembered him this way only a year later, when he blatantly ignored her in the Great Hall after she had nodded at him. He had sneered her name, she decided. Other times she remembers him as trying to intimidate her - that he was a monster even then and she had known, she had known before them all, seen the devil inside him when he opened his mouth with her name on that serpent tongue.

Most days, these older days, her graying hair - same as the gray sky she met him under, but she doesn't think this, Minerva has no place for poetics amidst her pragmatism - she remembers it as just a boy saying a girl's name, nothing more. Nothing less.

Nothing less. It's a sad memory).




She was not afraid the second time she met him. She had been older, but with the wisdom of a teenage girl. It was her seventh year, and she remembers it as his seventh year as well, and perhaps it was. Perhaps that is irrelevant - whether she left before him or if they left together. But she was seventeen and her foot was on the stair and she was rising and he was descending down to her.

They met on the landing, stone steps and stone walls, and she had been cold this time as well.

"Minerva," the boy said, but no, not a boy, not now - now he was as much a man as she was a woman - and no, he didn't say it, he hissed it, a sibilant quality no one had ever imbued her with before.

She met his eyes, because she was strong, but she was also supposed to be intelligent. His eyes were dark, sharp, as they watched her face, her own bright gray eyes, her thin lips, her thin, avian build - all bony limbs hidden under a cloak of black.

She meant to say his name, but the single syllable stuck in her mouth. It stuck in her mouth same as he would come to stick, the way he did not so much as lurch forward but was simply suddenly there: his pale hands tight and white-knuckled at her waist, the way he had to lean down to reach her, the way she tipped her head up, self-aware but still complicit.

Tom Riddle was her first kiss. She was seventeen years old and the stairwell was cold and gray, the sky was cold and gray, the palms of his hand cold, the stone wall at her back cold, her own eyes so cold and gray.

She had not been afraid until he pulled away, the slick slide of his mouth against and into her own a tangible muscle memory. His eyes had not changed.

There was nothing there. His eyes had not changed.




The third time, she met him on her way down. He laughed as he passed, his hand cold and she could feel it through her robes as it passed along her leg. Minerva did not stumble on the stair, and he brushed past her, headed up. Even after he was gone, even after she found the bottom of the staircase, a Divination scroll clutched to her chest, she found she was very afraid.

She found the bottom of the stairs and she found she was afraid - his cold laugh and his cold hand still very much a part of her.

Date: 2010-11-27 10:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eleusis-walks.livejournal.com
Gellert Grindelwald/Bathilda Bagshot -

call your girlfriend
it's time you had the talk
give your reasons
say it's not her fault

Date: 2010-11-28 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marketchippie.livejournal.com
LOL OMG

(...when you said you were prompting Robyn, I immediately knew I needed to look out for this song.)

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Date: 2010-11-27 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starlitsonata.livejournal.com
draco/hermione ; can you lie next to her and give her your heart?

Date: 2010-11-28 12:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] myconstant.livejournal.com
James Potter/Narcissa Black - ain't no rest for the wicked

Date: 2010-11-28 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] starlitsonata.livejournal.com
asdaiodsff this pairing ♥♥

Date: 2010-11-28 12:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] muir-wolf.livejournal.com
Draco/Sirius

We'll move forward,
And know where we went wrong,
But you can't go home again

Date: 2010-11-28 02:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sans-grace.livejournal.com
Harry/Hermione
or
Harry/Ron/Hermione
or
Lucius/Hermione

they call me the Wild Rose
but my name was Elisa Day
why they called me this i do not know
for my name was Elisa Day

Date: 2010-11-28 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eleusis-walks.livejournal.com
James Potter/Narcissa Black -

it's all over like steps in the first snow
something's been building up and it's gonna blow
my momma called me last night, she said what nothing else fits
pick up the pieces and move on

Date: 2010-11-28 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eleusis-walks.livejournal.com
Sybill Trelawney/Aurora Sinistra -

i can be right there next to you
no matter where in the world you are
i got you right here next to me
forever connected through the stars

Date: 2010-11-28 02:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eleusis-walks.livejournal.com
Ginny Weasley/Neville Longbottom - don't fucking tell me what to do

Date: 2010-11-28 02:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eleusis-walks.livejournal.com
Molly Weasley/Kingsley Shacklebolt -

i've got
some news for you
fembots
have feelings too

Date: 2010-11-28 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eleusis-walks.livejournal.com
Petunia Evans/Severus Snape -

i'm in the corner, watchin' you kiss her
i'm right over here, why can't you see me
i'm givin' it my all, but i'm not the girl you're takin' home
i keep dancin' on my own
Edited Date: 2010-11-28 02:33 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-11-28 02:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eleusis-walks.livejournal.com
Sirius Black/Narcissa Black - love hurts when you do it right / you can cry when you get older

Date: 2010-11-28 02:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eleusis-walks.livejournal.com
Fleur Delacour/Cedric Diggory - now what? your jaw has dropped

Date: 2010-11-29 02:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] noteasilywon.livejournal.com
Oh, this pairing and this prompt!

Date: 2010-11-28 02:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eleusis-walks.livejournal.com
Andromeda Black/Sirius Black -

i'm so bored in this town
take me away from here
play me some kind of new sound
something true and sincere
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