HARRY POTTER NON-CANON SHIPS COMMENT FICATHON

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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.

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harry/hermione - when i run, when i run like a bandit (1/2)

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After the war there is, of course, the after. It's when Harry can start referring to battles in the past tense. It's the space where the nightmares can begin to creep in. It means funerals ring daily, like the newspaper, with morning and late editions and there still doesn't seem enough time to bury all the bodies. If one can even find all the bodies. Harry stays for a month, maybe two. The days ache and reach over him, clutch him tight and remind him of duty and honor and the aftermath, the survivors he still has to protect even though he is so tired of protecting. There is a day when Harry wakes up feeling like there has never been a day where he hasn't had to save something, and it makes him angry, it makes him sad, it makes him leave.

Muggle London is good, though. Invisibility suits him. It's how he was raised, though he was then thrust into the depths of wizard stardom, and then the hazardous shattering of youth. Harry doesn't feel young anymore. He hasn't felt young for a very long time. He's entrenched in the Muggle world for weeks before he runs into anyone he knows. But, of course, one inconvenient day he stops to get a cup of coffee, walks out, and collides with a passerby, spilling it all over her blouse. He looks up to apologize and finds Hermione, mouth parted in surprise and clearly too shocked to be angry.

"Hermione," he whispers, and steps back. Two adults linger behind her; her parents, he assumes. He wonders, not for the first time, why he's never met them.

Hermione gapes for another moment. He looks back. Her face is pale and her hands shake; she doesn't even seem to be registering the coffee that is still dripping down the front of her blouse, spreading out like spilled ink. Then, her jaw snaps shut, a familiar anger flashes across her face, and she slaps Harry across the face.

"Hermione," Harry hears her mother gasp. He takes a moment to stare at the sidewalk, his cheek burning. When he looks back up, Hermione hasn't moved an inch, and her face is still caught in that familiar glare.

"Mum, Dad," Hermione hisses. "Would you excuse us for a moment."

She doesn't wait for a response; she just takes him by the elbow and pulls him around the corner of the coffee shop, to an alley so cramped he has to press his back against the bricks to keep his eyes away from the finger she's pointing as his face.

"You left us," she snaps. "No note. Nothing. Ron had to spend two days convincing me you weren't dead, when I'm pretty sure he wasn't even sure of it himself."

He shifts on his feet. "I just didn't know what to say—"

"Dear everyone, I'm not dead, just going out to fuddle about in London for a few weeks, no need to panic, bye, love, Harry. PS I'm sorry for walking out on your emotional crises because I'm an insensitive git."