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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:
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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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Date: 2010-12-01 03:56 am (UTC)Albus Dumbledore/Tom Riddle- Dead End Choices Part 1
Date: 2010-12-01 10:32 pm (UTC)---
Mrs. Cole was surprised when a arrived at the orphanage and asked to speak with her. He was dressed nicely, much too nicely for the part of London where they were, and she had a feeling he wasn't looking to adopt one of her charges. She stood as he entered her office. “What can I do for you?”
“My name is Albus Dumbledore, Mrs. Cole. I'm a professor at a school that deals with children who are... different. We would like to offer one of your wards a place in our school,” the man said, smiling brightly.
“Tom Riddle, you mean?” she asked immediately. He nodded. “And your school wants him? They will have to pay for everything since he has no money of his own and the orphanage is not in the business of sending the children away for schooling.”
“Of course,” Dumbledore said, inclining his head “The school will take care of everything. The only stipulation is that he will have to stay here for the summers.”
“Just the summers?” Mrs. Cole asked. “I'm sure we can handle that. He's yours, Mr. Dumbledore.” Tom Riddle was the strangest boy she had ever met and if this man wanted him for some school and the orphanage wouldn't have to pay for it then she was sold. “I'll take you to him right now.”
The two made their way down a dank hall. Children peaked out of rooms but Mrs. Cole ignored them, though Dumbledore sent them small smiles. They came to the room at the end of the hallway and Mrs. Cole gave the door a knock before opening it. “Tom, there's a man here to see you. He would like to offer you a place at his school.”
Inside the room, a small dark haired boy sat facing the window. He turned when the door was opened and Dumbledore was struck by how fragile and beautiful he was.
Dumbledore turned to Mrs. Cole and inclined his head. “Thank you for your help, Mrs. Cole. Now may I have a word alone with him? I believe there is much for Mr. Riddle and I to discuss,” Dumbledore said, smiling. She blushed lightly and nodded. In moments she was gone and the door closed.
“Now we can get down to business,” Dumbledore said, looking at the dark haired boy across the room. He stared for a moment before shaking himself slightly. There were still matters to be discussed. “I suppose I should introduce myself properly, shouldn't I? My name is Professor Albus Dumbledore and I work at a school that would very much like you to attend it.”
Riddle looked at him, suspicion obvious in his eyes. “What kind of school is it and why in the world would they want me?” he asked, young voice clear and cold.
Dumbledore smiled, stepping closer. “The school is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.” He paused as the young boy's eyes widened in shock. “Yes, my boy, I am a wizard and so are you.”
“Prove it,” Riddle ordered, eyes deadly serious and voice infused with authority. Dumbledore smiled, amused by the amateur display of power, and with a wave of his wand the armoire in the corner was on fire. The black haired boy jumped to his feet, mouth open to shout, when suddenly the fire was gone. He turned slowly, glaring at the older wizard. “All of my things are in there. They had better not be damaged.”
“Not at all!” Dumbledore said cheerfully, apparently unaware of the anger directed at him. “It was merely to prove I am telling the truth. You will find that all of your belongings are quite intact.”
With a suspicious glance at the older man, Riddle walked to the armoire. He opened the door and indeed, nothing inside was burned. “Fine. I suppose there is no choice but to believe you.” He paused for a moment as if thinking over his options. “However, there is one problem. As you have probably noticed I have no money. How am I to pay for your... school?” he asked, voice bitter as he turned to face the professor.
Albus Dumbledore/Tom Riddle- Dead End Choices Part 2
Date: 2010-12-01 10:33 pm (UTC)Riddle's eyes widened and he jerked back as he realized what the other was implying. “Never,” he spit out, face twisted in disgust.
The corners of Dumbledore's mouth twitched up slightly and he moved a step back. “Then I suppose there is nothing more for us to discuss. I'm sure your life will be just as pleasant here.” He turned and began walking to the door, not looking at the boy.
“Fine!” Riddle shouted, just as Dumbledore reached to open the door. “I'll... I'll do whatever you say if only to be rid of this place.” His fists clenched in anger but he held himself in check.
Dumbledore smiled and closed the door, walking back to the young wizard. “I knew you would see it my way,” he said jovially. With a wave of his wand the door locked with an ominous click and the sounds from outside muffled. “Come, my boy. This will be much more pleasant on the bed.”
Body tense and eyes bright with hate, Riddle walked over to the bed and sat. “Why,” he whispered, more to himself than the older man, as he was pushed to lay on his back.
Dumbledore waved his wand and Riddle's clothes were gone. He gave a small, sad smile as he looked at the boy's perfect, milky skin. “The flesh is weak, my boy, the flesh is weak.”