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HARRY POTTER NON-CANON SHIPS COMMENT FICATHON
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operatingroomHarry 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 eleusis_walks
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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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china decorates our table; funny how the cracks don't seem to show.
harry/hermione - you can't carry it with you if you want to survive
It's a familiar routine, something they've managed to concoct in light of marriage and children and adulthood and the notion, the ridiculous absurd notion that somehow, the war is behind them. The war will never be behind them. It lingers everywhere around them - future, past, present - and there is no pretending. Except for these times. Except for when they sit together and they avoid each other's gazes and they pretend that everything is perfect, war is over, skip to playing Lennon songs and preaching of peace.
There is no peace.
She's older now, bits of grey in her hair, but she's still so very much his Hermione, the one he remembers.
They sit at the table and talk of work first, always work first, because this is how things have always worked. He tells her the plan, she tells him it's wrong and how to fix it, and they keep on. The decorative border on the plates is wearing a little bit from age and it always surprises him that she always serves him cake on the china he bought them as a wedding gift. He's not quite sure why. Instead, he runs his thumb along the spot where it's beginning to fade, where the blue and white flowering ivy border starts disappearing into just plain ceramic.
They don't speak much.
There is always talk of the children because their adulthood is wrapped up in that, in children, even as they're still children themselves, trapped in the adolescence they never really had, the war that never really left them. He wonders if these little lunches aren't that different from the war meetings they used to have, her voice escaping from her in a rough cracked whisper like perhaps Death Eaters are waiting around the corner, listening in on their conversation.
"I haven't seen you," he says, quietly, "in so long, it feels like."
"Yes, well, the children have all kept us very busy, Harry. It isn't like we can just slip into the Gryffindor common room as we used to, is it?"
Her smile's a little too fragile and he's unsure of what to say; the only noise is the clink of their teacups.
He reaches for the milk when the thought just slips out. "The war wasn't your fight, you shouldn't have been there."
And she just looks at him, a flash of the angry Hermione he's familiar with, "Don't be stupid, Harry. Of course I should have been there. I was there for you."
He sets his hands flat against the edge of the table. Sometimes it feels like he grew up speaking the language of war and everything now, delicate dots of life in peacetime like impressionist paintings, everything is too clean for him to understand. It isn't his language, he doesn't understand, and the translations only go so far; he pushes it down but there are days, there are mornings when he wakes up in a cold sweat, hand reaching for his wand, only to realize that there's no need. The war is done, the war is done, the war is done, but the war was always in his blood and he couldn't run away from it and he still can't, and she - she was the only one who never thought to run away either.
"Sometimes I wish it could have gone differently," he says, voice cracking at the edges. Everything feels too much a lie, too quiet, too silent.
She turns her gaze towards the teapot on the table, the flowery decoration along the top of the lid. "We can't change anything."
He doesn't say anything, just tentatively pushes his hand out towards the center of the table, his fingertips brushing the tips of her fingers.
"I was always going to fight with you, Harry. But - " she takes a shaky breath, "the war's been over for a long time now."
"Not for me."
She twines her fingers around his then; the gesture feels achingly familiar.
They sit in her kitchen in silence, and pretend the feelings have faded.
The war is over.
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I really like the metaphor of the "war" Harry is talking about is also the war within himself of trying to keep happy and fighting his feelings for her.
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(Passionate multishipper itt, and this is SO gorgeous and is very much them.)
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Thank you so much. ♥
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it'll never be over for them. :(
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"I was always going to fight with you, Harry. But - " she takes a shaky breath, "the war's been over for a long time now."
"Not for me."
....
best part.
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Favorite line: They sit in her kitchen in silence, and pretend the feelings have faded.