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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:

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

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hahaha a+

Bellatrix/Lucius

You've got the gun, I've got the bullets
Don't wanna live no more
Well baby, be my lover
Go on and pull that trigger!

harry/hermione. i can still feel your heart beat fast when you dance with me. we got older and i should've known that i'd feel colder when i walk alone.

...do you need me to give the traditional response here, or shall we take it as read?

harry/hermione, if my heart was a compass you'd be north

In the common room, Cho pulls her knees to her chest. There's a space next to her where Luna normally is. Luna's been gone for days now. Cho doesn't think about it, nor does she think about the way that various corners of the room seem to stare at her. Ravenclaws are not known for their fighting. They're known for thinking. Cho is, for better or worse, known for both. On some level, she does like that, being known, but she would prefer to be invisible. Being seen in this war means an X over your name, and Cho cannot tolerate the sight of her own blood.

Someone calls a hissing blood traitor from across the room. Voldemort might breed in Slytherin but that doesn't mean he can't slip outside, sneak into the calm silver and blue commons of this house. There are no uninfected homes these days. Cho clenches her toes in her shoes, but does not otherwise flinch. A reaction is as good as a confession. Still, it makes her skin creep, makes her think of her parents tucked away and not thinking that their daughter is fighting a war. Cho is braver than people think she is. You have one emotional breakdown over a dead boyfriend and everyone thinks you can't carry any weight.

A first year waddles up to her and taps her on the shoulder. Cho jumps at the intrusion, and then turns around, setting her Charms textbook face down on her lap.

"Neville wants to see you," the first year sputters. She puts the emphasis on the wrong place in Neville's name, and Cho imagines this girl has never heard of Neville Longbottom before. It takes a long time before houses start speaking to each other. Cho thinks this is a shame. They're not all so different, in the end. Cho whispers a thank you to this girl, this child, and tries not to think of the many years ago when Cho was her, when she walked through the Ravenclaw common room unable to breathe she was so enchanted. It doesn't seem like seven years ago. It feels like decades. Her bones ache. She ignores the stares that accompany her exit from the common room and breathes a little easier when she steps outside, when Neville turns to her, smiling.

Cho grins back. She feels safe around Neville. He has become their accidental leader, and the role, surprisingly, suits him. He walks taller than he ever has, though with a constant air of caution, like death could leap out of any corridor. These days, it could, and Neville thinks he has to protect all of them before himself. Cho is starting to get the feeling that Gryffindors are all warriors with self-sacrificial complexes.

"I was going to do some touring around the halls," Neville says. By touring, he means snooping, and it would be dangerous these days but Neville can get away with a lot of things. Everyone still remembers the small, shaking boy he used to be. Being perpetually underestimated will allow anyone to get away with unimaginable things.

"Looking for company?" Cho asks, but they're already walking toward the stairs. Her skin prickles. She is not as brave as Neville is. Ravenclaws are cautionary people. Neville would leap into battle, wand at the ready, while Cho would stand back and draw plans. She is not built for wandering the halls in a building owned by Severus Snape. But she also knows that Neville would never let anything happen to her, so she keeps going.

Edited 2010-11-25 04:15 (UTC)

The war is over.

(But did it ever really begin?)

There’s an ache in her bones, creases in the corners of her eyes, moments when she stops, exhales, forgets what she’s doing.

Age comes before its time.

So much else comes after.

Too late.

For the first time the rules don’t make sense.

(She knows she’s going to break them.)

She smokes her first cigarette on a park bench, snow melting in her hair, ring cold on her finger. She can feel his eyes on her before he speaks a word.

“Congratulations.”

“It was inevitable.”

“Wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

(No.)

Sheets do not tangle around limbs, champagne does not bubble in flutes, whispers of love do not leave lips.

Instead—as if it is some sort of alternative—they wait. Wait for phantom brushes between backs of hands, letters written in code (love your dear friend, love what could have been), dark corners smelling of dust and betrayal.

They attend family dinners at the burrow, avoiding eye contact and lingering gazes and pools of blue behind wide pupils. There is discussion of family vacations and how to use muggle appliances and all things trivial.

They have (treacherous) silent conversations: secrets clink with glasses, thighs press together on not-so-crowed couches, bodies melt together in false goodbyes.

There are some (many) words they do not (cannot) speak.

There are quiet moments (all his moments), hot breath evoking goosebumps, moans caught in her throat, fingers against her clit, eyes wide open, but all she sees is black.

Everything else is loud, thumping in her ears.

Always ready to deny, prepared to avoid, dying to run.

“You proposed.”

(The reasons are wrong.)

“I thought it was time.”

(This is what defeat feels like.)

“Ginny’s great.”

(She’ll never love you best.)

There are nights when she lays awake—Ron snoring beside her—thinking of forbidden, warm nights in a cold, damp tent. Sinful afternoons against stacks of books, legs hooked around his best friend’s waist. Wakeful dreams of running.

Farther, Farther, Farther.

Never quite away.

Never reaching her destination.

The war is over.

(Why didn’t he fight?)

harry/hermione. sit talking up all night, saying things we haven't for a while. we're smiling but we're close to tears, even after all these years.

"I wanted to see how you were doing," Neville says as they walk down the stairs. "With Luna."

Neville chokes on the word, briefly. Cho watches him. Luna was a key part of the Neville-Ginny-Luna troika of heroism. Without her, they've been off-balance for days. Cho can talk about her sorrow and worry at Luna's absence, but it will never match theirs. Theirs is a world Cho cannot fit into. This is a familiar tale. But Cho doesn't say this. Cho shoves her hands into the pockets of her robes and taps her finger along the tip of her wand. She sleeps with it in her hands these days, like a child with her stuffed animal.

"I'm okay," she whispers. She has a feeling this conversation is as much for Neville as for her, like if she starts to talk about Luna maybe he can find something to say. Cho saw Ginny crying in the girl's bathroom last week. Ginny didn't see her.

"I know it must be hard," Neville says, staring into the distance, his steps matched with Cho's. "She was—she is a... good person to have around."

Cho laughs a little, thinking of Luna's antics. There was always something, some invisible beast responsible for missing socks or ticking sounds only Luna could hear. They needed that. Cho needed that. And she needed that in the Ravenclaw wing in a war that she often felt shut out of.

"What's hard," she says, because this she can say, this she feels she must, "is being one of the very few Ravenclaws in our band of merry men. It's hard being the only Chinese girl at this damn school. It's hard being that girl who betrayed Harry Potter for her best friend in fifth year. It's hard fighting a war when everyone still expects you to burst into tears at the drop of a hat. That's what's hard."

By the end, she feels slightly breathless. She hadn't meant to say that much. Neville has already stopped walking, and she has paused alongside him, not looking him in the eye. People are used to Ravenclaws like Luna, who, highly visible and notorious in her own right, doesn't really get... angry would be the best word to use. Cho gets angry. Cho is often angry. Not many people will listen. Neville always listens.

Cho sighs and looks away. "Sometimes it's just hard to remember why I'm fighting this. I don't know how you're not exhausted. Even I can barely stand and you're—you're much more of a fighter than me. I could never be that brave."

Neville peers at her for a long moment. It makes her feel like he's looking at some part of her she doesn't want him to see, and makes her skin itch.

"I think you're more of a fighter than you realize you are," Neville whispers in the dark. He reaches to her and brushes his thumb against her cheek. His hands are warm in the dark, cold corridor that grows colder each day. "And I think you're very brave."

Oh. Oh. This is stunning. I love the mood of it. Thank you so much for writing it.

and you hex her (because the slap she deserves feels too much like something you want) just to hear the sound of her scream.

Just, lovely. There are no words.

You are too good to me. This was stellar.

Cho gets angry. Cho is often angry. Not many people will listen. Neville always listens.

Best thing ever.

midway through writing this i realized that both neville and cho are probably the most underestimated bitches at that damn school.

yes. yes yes.

OH DEAR LORD THIS IS A PERFECT FIC.

I LOVE THIS COMMENTATHON.

I'M SO GLAD I DID THIS SHIT. WALKED INTO IT WANTING H/HR FIC AND NOW THERE'S NEVILLE/GINNY EVERYWHERE AND I'M LIKE AHEOUFAHEFUO KIIIIDS I FORGOT HOW MUCH I LOVED YOU.

I LOVE THIS FIC. I LOVE YOU. THIS FIC. i can't. my hands.

ALSO PERFECT TITLE IS PERFECT.

Edited 2010-11-25 04:20 (UTC)

harry/hermione. there's so many wars we fought, there's so many things we're not. but with what we have, i promise you that we're marchin on.

I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ON THIS.

THE ONLY NAMED RAVENCLAWS IN A WORLD COMMANDED BY GRYFFINDORS. SO MUCH RESENTMENT. ON CHO'S PART. LUNA'S LIKE, GIRL IDGAF LOOK AT THE SPARKLES!

bonds~~

♥ ♥

YES. YES. I LOVE BOTH PAIRS OF KIDS. N/G, H/HR, THE TWO LOVES I ADORE THE MOST THAT NEVER HAPPENED. ;KADFKJ;ADFK;LJDAFSKJL thank god for this ficathon. (i typed fication before, hah!)

emotional affairs are the best things?

I LOVE YOUR FEELINGS.

oh

ilovethis.

<3 this pairing lol

Thank you!

I haven't thanked you for doing this, by the way. I hadn't had a HP fic muse in over two years before this post.

Fffff do want!

The first time I saw the movie I totally thought he was Fenrir. Same the second time. Then my dad pointed out that he wasn't. Confusion! D: ~~He was totally hot though.~~

Amazing. Seriously. Thanks for writing this.

Dean/Luna, he hates everything magic has done to him, except for her.

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