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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:

For text link:





In the image code box, you can use any of the banners below or the lead banner at the top of the post.



They're all uploaded to tinypic, so you can just copy/paste the source code:

by [livejournal.com profile] eleusis_walks

by [livejournal.com profile] superkappa

by [livejournal.com profile] lenina20:








If you want to make your own banner, please post it here.

Have fun!

ETA:

[livejournal.com profile] effingeden has graciously offered to archive our prompts and fic here. Thanks so much!
From: [identity profile] alexandria-skye.livejournal.com
this is beautiful. there are so many great parts, it's hard to pick, but you describing minerva as having an "avian build" is beyond lovely.
From: [identity profile] winehouse.livejournal.com
what. my life. what. this is perfectionheartbreakingbittersweetomg. what is my life? lol no, really. I'm dying.

better question: why did I get into the fandom SO LATE in my life. sigh. now I need to go see what else you've written because everything else is so dull compared to this. uhg.

ASDFGHJKL; I NEED HARRY POTTER H/HR FRIENDS IN MY LIFE. BECAUSE REALLY. wtf.
From: [identity profile] neverpretend.livejournal.com
Oh, this was just lovely. Thank you!
From: [identity profile] neverpretend.livejournal.com
Oh my god.

perfectstunningflawless.

Please never stop writing for them oh my god this is beautiful.

This Bell Tolls For You

Date: 2010-11-28 03:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fevervignettes.livejournal.com
Lately, there's been an itch beneath his skin, the haunt of a feeling - that god awful feeling when you know you've forgotten something, something important, but you've run out of time to go back and look for it. He's felt this so long that he doesn't even notice it anymore. Too many years of pushing it aside, too many years of higher priorities.

Until the bells.

The ceremony was lovely. She was lovely; wisps of white, gleaming as she glided down the aisle, arm carelessly draped through her father's. There, just there- the itch, the haunt. He'd pushed it aside, stood faithfully at his best friend's side, handed over the rings. Not willing and unable to acknowledge that he wasn't breathing.

But now, standing outside the chapel, people everywhere- friends and strangers pressing their hand against his, the rustle of her dress against the stone as she hugs every soul that passes her by, all smiles and tears. Now, his hands are shaking, and the bells start to chime. It resonates in some part of him that he'd forgotten even existed; each chime brings back things buried, forgotten.

Ding.That first moment he saw her. Really saw her. Arm in arm with Victor Krum; shining in a sea of blue periwinkle, his insides stirring.

Dong. At his parent's grave; their hands together and warm. His heart heavy. Roses and snow and stone and his mind too full of horcruxes and dead parents to really feel her next to him.

Ding. Her lips pressed against his skin. Too naive, too caught up in everything but her, he hadn't noticed the way it made his skin buzz and his heart thump.

Dong. Paralyzed. Lost. His heart turned to stone to match her flesh. Each breath was a labor, each moment pointless.

Ding. The birds, her tears. Ron, oblivious. He remembers wondering how one could be so blind to not notice, to not notice her. He wants to laugh, but it's not his place; Ron gets the last laugh on this one.

Dong. The ministry. So many blazing moments that he should have seen, should have noticed before now; his world was collapsing, pinpointing around her. His fear at having lost her. Relief washed over him, only to be eclipsed and overshadowed.

Ding. The same horrible mantra in his head- Hermione in the bathroom with the troll, Hermione in the bathroom with the troll.

It was then, eleven years old, too young to understand the throb of his beating heart, too young to understand his fear at losing her before he even knew that she was his. He knew then, but he didn't yet know the words, know the shape of what it meant.

Dong. She turns, hand in hand with her husband. Their eyes meet, and he knows that the look in her eyes, the look that has always been in her eyes, is finally in his own. For a moment, just a moment....he knows and she knows and the itch,the haunt- it fades. But the moment passes and she looks away, walks away.

It's now, twenty one years old, just old enough to understand his breaking heart, just old enough to understand that he's lost her as he's realized that she is his. He knows now, sees the last ten years stretched out behind him, a dozen little clues wrapped around a hundred clouded memories. As the last echoes of the bell settles upon him, they apparate and she is gone, forever. He'll see them again- days, weeks, years from now, but she is gone.
From: [identity profile] hp5angst.livejournal.com
It never occured to me that they could have been at Hogwartz the same time. I liked this!

Date: 2010-11-28 03:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kmsiw10.livejournal.com
Very cute

Re: held in chains; harry/hermione, pg-13

Date: 2010-11-28 03:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kmsiw10.livejournal.com
Ohh Gosh this was sweet and beautiful

Harry/Hermione, I Would, pg-13, part 1/2

Date: 2010-11-28 03:41 pm (UTC)
ext_184176: (harry)
From: [identity profile] downjune.livejournal.com
They still buy each other Muggle gifts, and Harry knows it's because they want something that only they can understand and appreciate, that not even Ron can share. It's selfish, but they're 20 and it comes with the territory.

He finds her a magnet poetry set and she spreads it up and down the side of the fridge in the flat they all share. Ron doesn't even blink at it; Neville squinches his eyebrows together in slight confusion and leaves it alone; Ginny puts together a few sordid lines and the whole thing's forgotten by the end of the summer.

But Harry doesn't forget it, and when the flat is quiet, late, late at night, he looks at the words stuck to the fridge and frowns. He picks out a few and strings them together.

miss our heartlaughing

Then he climbs into bed, Ron quietly snoring in his, across the room.

In the morning (almost afternoon) when Hermione's gone to work, Neville's gone to his greenhouse, and Ginny and Ron are off at practice, Harry shuffles around the flat in his pajamas and stops in front of the fridge, steaming mug of tea in hand.

brilliant corduroy child

The words are right under his from the previous night.

Harry tends bar in a local Muggle pub, and before he heads off to work late that afternoon, he drags more words together, underneath the new ones.

you wake the universe

When he stumbles home from work, reeking of smoke and liquor, he decides to forgo brushing his teeth but checks the side of the fridge, smiling and tracing the new words with his fingers.

always dazzle every morning

Snorting a quiet laugh, Harry realizes that Hermione would know how to convey sarcasm through magnetic squares on a fridge.

Making his way down the hall toward the bathroom, Harry tries very hard not to hear the muffled noises coming from the room Ginny and Neville share. He knows they enjoy late-night fucking. Gin always did when they'd been together. She liked the sound of their voices under the blankets, in the utter darkness of their room.

Stopping in front of Hermione's room, he rests his palm on the door, his forehead a moment later. He hears nothing but his own breath and, before he can reach for the door handle, he retreats to the bathroom to wank before bed.

He forgets to put new words together for Hermione in the morning, but finds them there for him when he wakes.

we dance less than before

Harry smiles sadly and thinks about what he should reply for the length of his shower and breakfast. His ears burn as he carefully picks out each word. He's late for work because it takes him forever to find the last sodding pronoun.

come ask it of him
Edited Date: 2010-11-28 03:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jacyevans.livejournal.com
Oh, my heart. This was absolutely gorgeous - poetic is definitely the perfect word. I love the imagery of them in the ocean, by the ocean. All very emotional, and beautiful.

Thank you so much! ♥
From: [identity profile] jacyevans.livejournal.com
War changes people. And everything comes back to that, and how the three of them understand each other in ways no one else can. I love how Hermione's parents are truly on the outside of this, especially after only having just gotten their memories back. This was beautiful, thank you so much.
From: [identity profile] deadduck008.livejournal.com
Oh my god oh my god NEW FAVORITE THING THAT YOU HAVE WRITTEN.

He saves her once and she saves him a billion times. He knows it will be a girl. Alskdjdhfhdhfjdkskslaldjdj

I CANNOT STATE HOW HAPPY THIS MAKES ME.

Beaming right now.

Alskdjdhfhdhfjdkskslaldjdj love this. Freaking perfect.

Re: harry/hermione - the thing to do (2/2)

Date: 2010-11-28 04:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] anythingbutgrey.livejournal.com
:D :D THANKS

and you're very welcome, it was for my own selfish purposes i swear. :D

Re: I am outside; harry/hermione, pg

Date: 2010-11-28 04:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aina-hhrdanem.livejournal.com
hmm, faking isn't the right word. Maybe trying desperately but deep down he doesn't really loke it and it shows. HAHA



thaaaanks for writing this lenina20. I really felt for Harry in the movie. I think it was clear beyond any doubt that he wants/loves Hermione at that point, but he wants Ron to be happy too so he makes the ultimate stupid sacrifice
From: [identity profile] aina-hhrdanem.livejournal.com
goodness thank you sooooo much Kloves and Yates for this bit in the movie! This is too precious I can't even
From: [identity profile] aina-hhrdanem.livejournal.com
I love that Hermione finally says it: we don't need Ron! Because they don't, no matter how much OBWFers seem to think so

Date: 2010-11-28 04:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aina-hhrdanem.livejournal.com
this is more of the real Hermione in my opinion. :D

Re: harry/hermione -- this bird has flown

Date: 2010-11-28 04:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aina-hhrdanem.livejournal.com
I am crying :((( this is sooo beautifully tragic

Re: This Bell Tolls For You

Date: 2010-11-28 05:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aina-hhrdanem.livejournal.com
I'm in awe of this. Loved your style. I could picture everything as if it were in a movie. Dammit Harry. Too late;(

Re: Handmates For Certain

Date: 2010-11-28 05:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] softly-me.livejournal.com
Oh my, this was absolutely hurts-my-heart-with-adorableness amazing! You are a star! I love the entire concept of handmates and it sounds precisely like the kind of thing Luna would come up with and then hold onto. I love the way Harry plays along and then eventually truly accepts. Touching, sweet and just very them.

Re: Anniversary

Date: 2010-11-28 05:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] softly-me.livejournal.com
Again, perfectly lovely. Luna would absolutely visit the grave every year with flowers and respect.

He doesn't want her to think that; he would prefer it if her thoughts were kept to nargles, wrackspurts, and snorkacks. If he keeps a close eye, no harm can come to her while she chases her imaginary friends across the world.

Oh, yes, this. He would think this.

We have a memorial for them, Harry. You don't need to carry their names around your neck to make sure you never forget.

Oh, poor, Harry. I love that Luna is so able to see through his facade and know exactly what is bothering him.

Re: harry/hermione, there are no good choices

Date: 2010-11-28 05:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aina-hhrdanem.livejournal.com
Loved the time turner thing- so very Harry/Hermione. this is really heartbreaking and wonderful at the same time!

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