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Beta Readers Archive

2007-08-01T20:32:59Z

This is not a story; it is only as recommendation. PerfectImagination is a site with beta readers for the Harry Potter fandom. It has 231 active beta readers. Mine is Janis. This is a good site I would like to recommend, especially if English is your second language.

Reporters

2007-07-31T19:06:30Z

Reporters

Rating: G

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all places and characters, the names, et cetera belongs to Mrs J.K Rowling, her publishers (there are so many of them, so, well ...) and Warner Brothers. All rights reserved. This is not meant as theft or insult - I wrote it for fun. I own the story.

Spoiler: This is a spoiler for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

Reporters

’Harry, Harry, comment please, please!’
The news reporters were squeezing themselves forwards in the small space between the Leaky Cauldron and the wall in to Diagon Alley. ‘A comment please!’
Harry tried to get through the crowd, and kept his mouth shut. It was hid eighteenth birthday, and he did not want to get it spoiled. He was to meet up with Hermione, Ron and George would be waiting for celebrating his birthday. Harry hated the reporters, but usually managed to avoid them. He had given his only interview to the Quibbler…
‘What kept you?’ Ron asked.
Harry grinned.

A Peaceful Christmas

2007-07-29T15:29:21Z

May NOT be posted anywhere, but linking is perfectly OK. Although Mrs Rowling own the fandom, I own this story.

A Peaceful Christmas

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all places and characters, the names et cetera belong to Mrs J.K Rowling, her publishers (there are so much of them, so, well …), and Warner Brothers™. All rights reserved. This is not meant as theft or insult – I wrote it for fun. I own the story.

Additional Disclaimer: The very last part belongs to Mrs Rowling as well, as they were originally written in Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince.

Rating: PG (K+) for language that might be considered unsuitable for small children. It is rated PG for security, as I am unsure.

SPOILER – HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS SPOILER! This story does contain spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. You are probably aware of what you are doing as this post is password protected. If you have not read the book yet but still asked for the password, or if you got the password from someone other than I, I cannot help you otherwise than ask you to leave asap! DO NOT ENTER UNLESS YOU HAVE NOT READ HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS YET!

A Peaceful Christmas

‘James – Albus Severus – please!’ DON’T!

‘Sorry, mum!’ said James and Albus as their father knelt before the shattered peaces of glass on the floor in front of the shattered pieces of glass. The inhabitants of the pictures within the frames threw insulted looks at Albus and James as they hit the ground. Harry picked up the one featuring his parents and Sirius at their wedding. The three people in the photo were smiling. They were all dead.

The bride and bridegroom were James and Lily Potter, Harry’s parents. They had been brutally killed on Harry’s second Hallowe’en. The darkest and most feared wizard of their time, often still referred as ‘You-Know-Who’ or ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’, had done it, and Harry had made him disappear as his mother, by dying for him, had given him a very powerful blood protection. Their best man, Sirius Black, Harry’s godfather, had been killed by Bellatrix Lestrange, his cousin and, according to herself: Voldemort’s most devoted Death Eater.

Beside that photo was another one, featuring two men, one tall with long, white hair and beard, with half-moon shaped glasses and twinkling eyes. He was wearing midnight blue robes and black, high heeled boots. The other was wearing black robes. His hair and eyes was the same colour as his robes, and he was a bit shorter than the other one. This person did not smile.

‘I’m named after these two,’ said Albus Severus.

‘Yes, Al, you are,’ his father replied. ‘Those two were the last two Headmasters at Hogwarts before professor McGonagall and –’

‘– the previous one, Severus Snape, was the bravest person you ever knew, and that’s why I’m named after him. Yeah, I know. Though, Uncle Ron said he was a real arse, especially towards you, him, Aunt Hermione and Neville, as Hermione was good at potions whilst the others weren’t.’

‘Well,’ Harry began, ‘he was quite evil when we started Hogwarts … And meaner he got when we grew older … But then when we began searching for the Horcruxes, and near the last battle, he saved loads of people’s lives.’

‘He did?’ James sounded shocked by these news, as though he had ever expected Harry’s and Ron’s least favourite teacher in their youth saving his most hated students’ lives in the end.

‘Yes, he did. Will you and Al please calm down and stop trying to tear the house apart?’ It had been quite unusual, just having Lily at home and therefore not have to worry about having their properties destroyed, and not having to watch out for a rope across the door frames for almost five months in a row. That was, though, not good for Harry, Ginny and Lily, as they got into many traps when the boys came home for Christmas holiday.

‘Severus was friends with my mother from childhood to their fourth year at Hogwarts. They split up because Severus began calling people “Mudbloods”.’

‘But what’s wrong with that?’ Lily interjected. ‘Aunt Hermione calls herself Mudblood, doesn’t she?’

‘“Mudblood” is a very offensive word,’ said James unexpectedly. ‘Some of the Slytherins still calls people “Mudbloods” sometimes.’

‘And that doesn’t surprise me at all,’ said Harry. ‘Slytherin was famous for this. You know, Voldemort himself was in Slytherin house, and even though he was raised in a Muggle orphanage himself, and his father was a Muggle. I think he probably got those views when he was eleven and began at Hogwarts School. It is said that the old Sorting Hat screamt out “Slytherin” as fast as it touched his head. He was Slytherin’s last ancestor, and he opened the Chamber of Secrets in 1942 and 1992. But that tale is too interesting and scary for being told on Christmas Day – and it is very long so you need more time for it.’

‘But the fact he was in Slytherin was why I didn’t want to end up there,’ said Albus thoughtfully.

‘And you ended up in Gryffindor! So why are you wailing about going into Slytherin now?’ asked Harry.

Albus had been talking about his fear of being in Slytherin ever since he learned what Hogwarts was, and Harry quite understood him as he had told him the Hat considered putting him in that House – but he persuaded it to place him somewhere else. But Harry felt it was a bit much being nattering about it even after being Sorted into Gryffindor in the first place.

‘All right,’ said Harry’s wife, Ginny, who had just entered the living room. ‘You ought to get out in the kitchen within minutes.’ James, take on the sweater your sweater your grandmother sent to you. Take it on!’

When James reluctantly obeyed his mother, Harry said, ‘Your grandmother surely knitted one of these for all her children and their families. Do you realise that is twenty-two sweaters with Ted, Luna, Dean, Whackspurtentia and your grandfather included? If I know Molly right, she’s been knitting those sweaters since September …’

‘Are you two coming here or not?’ screamed Ginny from the kitchen. Winking at James, Harry went out to his wife, his soon at his heels. As he opened the kitchen door fully, he found that Ginny was the only one in the room. ‘Al and Lily have already taken the Floo to mum and dad’s,’ she said, as a reply to Harry’s confused look. ‘So, James, if you’d go into the flames, I will follow. Your father will Apparate as he likes that loads more than the Floo. I’ll –’

‘Can’t I go with dad, mum, please, I want to try how Apparition feels, please, I don’t want to take the Floo, please, please, PLEASE!’

‘QUIET!’ When his mother screamed, James immediately got quiet. He reminded Harry of Kreacher when Harry first screamt an order to him – ‘shut up!’ – when the elf screamt ‘WON’T, WON’T, WON’T!’ that summer night sixteen years ago. James crumpled so it looked like his mother was taller than him. (Which she was not.) ‘James Sirius Potter, do not scream. Get into the fire, now!’

‘But, Ginny, he can go by me. Side-Along-Apparition,’ he added as he saw her confused face. ‘I’ll take him with me.’

Ginny was quiet, and frowned, her arms folded over her chest, obviously considering the matter closely. She looked very much like her mother when she did this, considering whether she approved to something or not. ‘OK, then,’ she finally decided. ‘You can go with your father. I’ll go by the Floo, though. See you in a bit then!’ Harry watched her as she stepped into the fire. She waved, said, ‘The Burrow!’ clearly, and dropped the floo powder. The flames grew emerald green; the next second, she was gone.

When the flames had taken her completely, Harry turned around to his own son, saying, ‘So, James. Just relax now.’ He seized his son’s elbow and spun around, his mind fixed upon the Burrow. They landed in the garden, outside the kitchen entrance. They crossed the garden and went past a couple of chickens.

As they entered the kitchen, Molly happily greeted them. ‘Merry Christmas, and welcome, James and Harry, dears,’ she said. Harry hugged his mother-in-law, and when she released him, she went for her grandson instead.

Albus Severus became visible in the door, grinning. Harry went over to him. ‘Where are the others?’ he asked, as they were the only ones in the kitchen.

‘Oh,’ said Molly, ‘we invited Mr and Mrs Delacour and Gabrielle, their daughter, so it’s a bit difficult to eat in here. We’re eating in the living room instead. Do you realise we are twenty-five people today?’ And with that, she shooed Harry out of her way, and into the living room, where a big, long table had been placed under garlands of holly.

‘Hi, Harry,’ said Arthur, Ginny’s father. ‘What do you think of that candle stick?’ He gestured towards the window where an electric candle stick had been placed. Harry wondered what Molly thought of this. ‘It goes on batteries,’ Arthur continued, ‘so I won’t need a cable or snitch crop!’ As Harry began to answer, however, his best friends and brother-and-sister-in-law entered the sitting room with their children. Arthur hurried to say hello to Ron and Hermione and Teddy seemed very hurried to greet Victorie.

Hi, mate,’ said Ron, smiling at Harry, his arm around Hermione … Victorie had inherited both her parents’ hairs; hers was red, long and very bushy. After saying hello to Ted, she said hello to Harry as well.

Harry noticed that Mrs Weasley had placed a big, square picture of Remus and Tonks by the long, wooden table. They were both beaming and winking at him. According to Dumbledore’s portrait in McGonagall’s study at Hogwarts, they were both pleased by how he acted as godfather.

Teddy had a painting of them which he had got from Ted Tonks, his grandfather, and Andromeda, in his bedroom. Harry knew he spoke to it every night, and he had done so while he was staying at them sometimes and Harry had past the guest room. He had also brought it to Hogwarts during school years. After sitting his N.E.W.Ts, he moved home to his grandparents’ home sad they had moved to France.

Percy had surprised them all by turning up with his wife, Penelope, which Harry recognized as a Hogwarts Prefect which had been attacked by the basilisk at the same time as Hermione during Harry’s second year, and their son. Harry guessed he was around twelve, but he was not entirely sure of the boy’s age. Harry supposed Molly would tell them when she arrived why the remaining food.

Mr Weasley had summoned three more chairs to the table by the arrival of Percy and his family. He had greeted Percy with a happy but confused look on his face. Percy had never really made up with his family despite confessing he was wrong. Arthur was now chatting with his ‘new’ daughter-in-law, who, as Hermione, was Muggle Born. She looked quite confused, which made Harry sure Percy had not told her about his father’s obsession with Muggles.

At the other side of the four people were Bill and Fleur with Harriet. Bill and Fleur had named their daughter after him – but George was her godfather. He and Charlie was laughing together, both childless. Charlie said that his life was too full of dragons and he did not have room for a wife and children, and George had plenty to do with his – or, his and Fred’s, as he usually said – joke shop. Even without Fred, he still called it Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes and not Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes in singular.

And from the kitchen, Luna now emerged with Dean and their ten-year-old daughter Whackspurtentia, named after the Whackpurts to keep them away. Harry did not understand the logic behind this, but was too used to Luna’s opinions to ask. He knew very well that Luna had taken over her father’s odd opinions since they had completed their educations, and she did it notoriously. She was stranger now, as adult. Dean usually smiled as apologize when his wife began talking about these odd things.

‘When you christen your child from the masculine or feminine form of a creature’s name, there’s much less chance that you will get attacked by one. The same goes if you have a medallion with hair, nail or claw from a creature around your neck, you won’t probably get attacked either. Neither I nor Dean needs one, though, as we have Whackspurtentia around ...’

Molly saved the situation for them all by declaring that she was about to put out the last of the food, and she needed some help. Harry went out to help her as Christmas food for twenty-eight people would take some time to get out, even with magic. And fair enough, she was a bout to do as Harry had suspected – tried to jinx plenty of food into the air at once.

‘Oh, hello, Harry,’ she said as he entered the kitchen. She had her wand raised high over her head. ‘Would you mind to help me to get this food out there?’

‘No, that’s why I came,’ replied Harry. He lifted his wand as well, and muttered at the same time as Molly, ‘Wingardium Leviosa!’ The food lifted up in the air and made its way out to the sitting room as Harry and Molly jinxed it there.

‘This is Percy’s son Rufus, he is thirteen,’ said Mrs Weasley as they sat down. ‘And this is Penelope, Percy’s fiancée.’

After everyone had enjoyed Molly’s superb cooking and praised it highly, it was time for the Christmas gift exchange. They had decided not to change gifts at the morning, but to change it when everyone was there, in the evening. Teddy had changed with his grandmother at the morning, though. Luna had come up with this idea in the first place. Her father had been killed by the Death Eaters when they had come to fetch Harry the night they had learnt about the Deathly Hallows from him soon nineteen years ago. She still ran the Quibbler with herself as editor, though.

When she had been in Sweden with her father two years before his death, she had learnt that Swedish people usually had Father Christmas delivering the presents in person on the night or late afternoon of Christmas Eve. So the were about to have a Father Christmas. Teddy was ‘going to buy some chocolate’, but he would get a long white beard and hair and dress in Father Christmas clothes.

So to the children’s – and the adults’ as well – big pleasure, Father Christmas came.

‘How, how – are there any nice children?’ Father Teddy Christmas was talking in a deep, amused voice. It had been easiest to take him as he could change his looks easily as a Metamorphmagus. He was dressed in red pants and shirt with a big, red, pointed woollen hat with white lines and top.

‘Here, here!’ Lily, Albus, Hugo and Whackspurtentia jumped up and down with joy, eagerness and curiosity. The Father Christmas chuckled.

‘Very well,’ he said, ad knelt before the Christmas Tree. He took up the first parcel. It was a big one, and it looked heavy. It looked suspiciously much like a book. ‘Merry Christmas Rose, from Mum and Dad.’ Rose dashed forwards to the Father Christmas, hugged him, and ripped open the wrapping paper to reveal —

‘— Hogwarts – A History! Precisely what I wanted! Thanks Mum and Dad!’

‘Actually, it was your father who came up with the idea in the first place, which surprised me very much, but I agreed totally when he thought you’d like to have it,’ Hermione smiled.

Rose began to examine the book closely, with a big smile on her face. She reminded Harry of the young Hermione, whilst reading that book. ‘You’re in here!’

‘Who?’ asked Fleur curiously, with a slightly confused look on her face.

‘Dad and Uncle Harry!’ she said breathlessly. ‘In a list of Awards for Special Services for the School! Back in 1993! Blimey, you were only in the second year …’

‘Yeah, we discovered Voldemort opening the Chamber of Secrets. It’s probably all in there.’ Hermione nodded. ‘It’s a thrilling story, although not suitable for Christmas,’ he added, as the children and some of the adults leaned closer, hoping to hear the story. The others had already heard – and some had seen – Ginny had really seen – that story with their own eyes.

Further and further it went. After a while, Father Christmas decided he ought to go back to Sweden. Harry and Ginny got a ‘children-free week end’ from Teddy, as he had his Auror training during the weeks. They already decided to take it on twenty-fifth to twenty-sixth May, as it was the anniversary of their first kiss after the Quidditch final in Harry’s sixth year.

Albus Severus and James flung themselves around Harry’s neck when he and Ginny gave them their special Christmas present – The Marauder’s Map – but told them they had to share it with Lily once she arrived at school. He had given it to Teddy before – but never revealed it for the children. And there was no need for him to share it, as none of them were at school at the time.

The night was finished by the traditional eggnog and Celestina Warbeck.

‘Oh, come and stir my cauldron,
And if you do it right
I’ll boil you up some hot, strong love
to keep you warm tonight.’

Author’s Notes: The inspiration to this one came from nowhere – although I enjoyed writing it. I should do more Christmas stories. English is my second language and not beta read, so sorry for eventual spelling mistakes.

Cedric's Christmas Day

2007-07-29T15:15:21Z

Additional disclaimer: I do NOT own, nor do I claim to own or intend to copy or own, the quotations of Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory from the end of Chapter 23 of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. That, as well, belongs to J.K Rowling and her publishers. This is not intended theft or insult either.

Rating: G (K)

Happy Birthday To You!
Happy Birthday To You!
Happy Birthday, Dear Amanda!
Happy Birthday To You!

Joyeux anniversaire
Joyeux anniversaire
Joyeux anniversaire Amanda
Joyeux anniversaire

Jag gratulerar,
Jag gratulerar,
Jag gratulerar på din Födelsedag!
Med blommor och med blader,
Jag göra dig glader!
Jag gratulerar på din födelsedag!

Author’s Notes: To Amanda on her 16^th Birthday. It is a bit late – I am sorry. Cedric Diggory was her HP-darling last summer. I remember spoiling her Confirmation day by telling her that he died on 24^th June – the confirmation day.
This story does not contain any spoilers for Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and is therefore posted on Fanfiction.net

Cedric’s Christmas Day

Cedric stood in front of the mirror in the dormitory. He combed his blonde hair, making it lie flat. It was an easy affair. Dragging the comb through it a last time, he put it down. As he adjusted his sleeves, he caught sight of his watch. He began pacing downstairs to the Common Room, his dress robes flying around his feet. He was supposed to meet Cho outside the Great Hall in five minutes.

The Yule Ball was supposed to be held in the Great Hall at eight o’clock. So Professor Sprout had told them after a Herbology lesson a while ago. After that lesson, Cedric had immediately gone to find Cho, and asked her out. She was happy to say yes. There were just a couple of minutes left now.

The Great Hall was, as Cedric had suspected, crowded with students from the fourth year and above. Cedric vaguely wondered whether the fourth-year age limit was because Harry was a contestant … He had heard it traditionally was fifteen …

When the Triwizard Tournament had been made official at the feast of the first day back at school, Cedric had immediately began considering entering. He had turned seventeen the week before Hallowe’en, the day the Goblet of Fire made its decision.

Well, Harry had enter, as well, though, to the confusion of Dumbledore and McGonagall, to the terror and favour of Karkaroff and Madame Maxime and to Ludo Bagman’s pleasure – Cedric sometimes thought Mr Bagman was actually happy Harry had entered the competition. Madame Maxime and Karkaroff – the latter, mostly – had immediately begun blaming Dumbledore. They suspected him, and blamed him and the Ministry for having put up the Tournament for Hogwarts to gain glory.

Cedric and his father both agreed that Karkaroff and Madame Maxime both had agreed to enter to prove that Dumbledore was just a human and that there was not anything special with the school. And they had probably told both Fleur and Krum precisely what the first task – dragons – was. Though, all the contestants had known it: Harry had got the information somehow – he did not want to tell Cedric – and had told Cedric, so all the contest ants had known as much as the other.

Then, Cho began climbing down the white marble staircase of the Hall. She was very beautiful this evening. Her long, black hair was set up in a pony tail which was lying flat on her back. Her big, black eyes were wide and fixed upon Cedric; they shone – she smiled.

‘Hi, love,’ she said as she approached him. He blinked and Cedric melted in front of her as he saw her long, black eyelashes.

‘Hello,’ he replied, and kissed his girlfriend. After a moment, they hastily broke apart: Professor McGonagall strode up, a swift of tartan robes around her legs as she hurried past, half-sprinting.

‘Oh, here you are, Diggory – Chang,’ she said as she approached them. ‘Good gracious I found you. The school champions and their representatives are supposed to dance the opening dance. Surely Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick told you this?’

Cho nodded as Cedric said, ‘Yes, she did, Professor.’

‘Good. Please go over here to Miss Delacour with Davies and Mr Krum and Miss Granger while I go and fetch Potter. Ah, he’s coming here, with one of the Patil twins. Good. Line up here while people enter the Great Hall: ladies to the left and men to the right.’ When all the students had crammed themselves into the Hall, Professor McGonagall started going. ‘Follow me.’

Backs straight and faces proud, they marched off into the Great Hall. Fleur and Davies first, then they – Cedric and Cho – following. Krum with Hermione Granger were at their heels, and at last, Harry and the Patil twin.

When Fleur and Davies had reached up to the high table, they stepped aside and the four contestants with partners stood side by side in front of the table. The judges watched them; Cedric noticed Mr Crouch’s absence. His chair was filled in by Percy Weasley, last year’s Head Boy.

Next to sat Ludo Bagman in his yellow dress robes, the colour of his former Quidditch Team, Wimbourne Wasps, looking a bit like the Quidditch robes he wore at the Quidditch World Cup that summer, a week before the school started, and Cedric and his father had had to go by Portkey as Cedric had not yet turned seventeen. On the other side of him was Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling in their usual way, and his long, white beard and moustache twitching as he smiled.

Next to Dumbledore was the enormous Madame Maxime of Beauxbatons, in a satin dress with her usual opals of various sizes around her neck. And next to her, at the far end of the table, was Karkaroff, Durmstrang’s Headmaster, with his goatee and black eyes glaring at Krum’s partner, Hermione Granger.

It took a while before Cedric discovered the reason behind this odd behaviour, but then he suddenly remembered that Hermione Granger was Muggle-Born, and Durmstrang was known for raising wizards to dislike Muggle-Borns …

Music was turned on, and Cedric took gold of Cho’s waist. As she put her arm around his shoulder, he started to dance in the waltz. Even when the opening dance was over, Cedric and Cho continued to dance for an hour or so before the dinner was served.

Cedric found a table for two, but as they arrived, they all fell nonplussed. At the table were a couple of plates, with cutlery and goblets, a lantern with light and two handsomely printed pieces of parchment, one at each plate.

Up at the high table, Dumbledore read through his paper, cleared his throat, and sad, ‘Pork chops!’ The meat appeared at his plate. Round in the hall, people began following suit. Cedric and Cho examined their lists of food which were full of many different specialities. In the end, Cedric chose turkey, as it was Christmas Day, after all. Cho, however, preferred mushroom stew and potatoes.

After they had finished eating, Cho declared she needed to go to the bathroom. She kissed Cedric goodbye, and left him. At the other side of the Hall was Harry with his friend Ron Weasley and the two twins. A student from Beauxbatons asked Harry’s partner up … She never returned to him.

‘’Lo, laddie.’

‘Hello, Professor Moody!’ Cedric gestured him to sit, and the teacher sat down in Cho’s empty chair. He took a swig from his hip flask, and surveyed Cedric for a bit. ‘How’s the egg going?’

‘Er …’ He went taken aback by this question. He thought to tell the truth and say, ‘fine’, but he could not let himself lie in front of a teacher. ‘Not very well,’ he said at last, ‘it wails when I open it and I can’t figure out what it means.’

There was a moment of silence. Professor Moody looked thoughtful; his eye was spinning around in its locket, probably looking around over the Hall. Cedric took a sip of his glass.

‘You know,’ said Moody at last, ‘when I’ve got a problem, I usually take a bath.’ Cedric could not help but notice the emphasis of the three last words. ‘I really think you should try that two.’ And with a pat on Cedric’s shoulder, Moody slowly rose, and limped away.

A couple of hours later, when the ball had ended, Cedric was about to pull Harry aside, but he was too quick. Instead, he screamt, ‘Hey – Harry!’

‘Yeah?’ said Harry coldly as Cedric ran up the marble staircase. He made sure he looked like he did not want to be disturbed and Harry’s friend shrugged, and went away.

‘Listen …’ he lowered his voice. ‘I owe you one for telling me about the dragons. You know that golden egg? Does yours wail when you open it?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Well … take a bath, OK?’ Cedric smiled.

‘What?’ Harry looked a tad confused.

‘Take a bath and – er – take the egg with you, and – er – just mull things over in the hot water. It’ll help you think … Trust me.’

Harry stared at him.

‘Tell you what, use the Prefects’ bathroom. Fourth door to the left of that statue of Boris the Bewildered on the fifth floor. Password’s Pine fresh. Gotta go … want to say good night –’ Cedric grinned before going back to Cho.

Author’s Notes: Happy Birthday, again! The continuing is in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, unbelievable, is it not? Excuse my eventual spelling and grammar mistakes, as English is my second language and I did not let a beta proof read it.

The End of an Era

2007-07-29T15:10:43Z

The End of an Era

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all places and characters, the names etcetera belongs to Mrs J.K Rowling, her publishers (there are so much of them, so, well …), and Warner Brothers™. All rights reserved. This is not meant as theft or insult – I wrote it for fun. I own the story.

Author’s Note: (This was written for a contest I set up on a small discussion board with the title ’the end’ prior to the publication of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. It will therefore henceforth be considered as Alternative Universe.)
Please ignore my eventual language mistakes.

Rating: PG-13/T for violence and suggestive scenes. I actually do not involve any slash though! :O

Additional warnings: Might be a bit suggestive and violent. AU – Alternative Universe – as I wrote it before the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

A feeling of victory and satisfaction, but also a nag of guilt, spread through all his body now. The nag of guilt had emerged from his stomach, but the satisfaction had come from his heart. He was fully aware that he had killed, but still, he was very happy this person’s life had reached its end. The moment before her death, she had worn an expression of glee and victory on her face. She, obviously convinced that she would kill the ‘little boy’ before her as he would be totally perplexed by her mere appearance, had an evil, self-confident, and even a bit childish look at her face. Her robes has been flying around her robes, when she laid there, he felt hatred raging his insides.

Yes, Harry Potter loathed Bellatrix Lestrange. She was toe one who had made one of his friends’ parents insane by torturing them with the Cruciatus Curse, and she alone had blasted a jet of light towards Harry’s godfather Sirius Black, which caused him to fell through the veil at the Department of Mysteries two years ago. Sirius black, imprisoned to the wizards’ top-security’ prison, and who had run away to commit the murder he once was imprisoned for …

But then, Harry decided he would better not dwell on the past, at least not now, however, in a raging battle. He had just witnessed a member of the Order of the Phoenix, Alastor Moody, being killed. Harry knelt before the body towards which Bellatrix Lestrange’s wand earlier had been pointing towards.

He looked down at his former Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, and tried to shut his eyes. But as the magical eye did not seem to have a lid, he left the peering water blue eye open.

Planning on paying more respect later, Harry set off once again. He was sure Moody would rather see him fighting in a situation like this, in the middle of the last battle between the Death Eaters and the other wizards – the ones that did not hide at home, that was. ‘Levicoprus!’ he bellowed, and Alastor Moody’s body lifted into the air. As Harry pointed with his wand, Moody soared down the direction Harry held his wand to: the lake; the battle was not going on there. Making sure he walked upon Bellatrix’s limb body, he paced to a sprint.

He saw his two best friends, Ron and Hermione, fighting against Lucius Malfoy. Harry Stupefied a Death Eater trying to attack another of his friends, Luna Lovegood. Her blond, long hair went down from the hair band as her attacker fell, and she spun around.

‘Oh, hello, Harry,’ she said conversationally, although not as dreamy as she used to speak. ‘Thank you.’ She grasped her Butterbeer cork necklace. ‘This is and amulet, you know. It keeps the wearer out of danger. I’m sure that is why you turned up to save me. You should have one as well.’

‘No, Luna, listen, I haven’t got very much time –’

Luna raised her wand, saying, ‘Stupefy!’

This time, Harry looked over his shoulder and saw Rodulphus Lestrange’s limb body behind him. ‘Thanks!’ Harry felt really grateful to Luna and admired her being alert though convincing person into wearing necklaces.

‘You’re welcome.’ Luna gave a small smile. ‘Isn’t Ronald behaving oddly, though?’

Harry spun around his shoulder, seeing Ron raising his wand against Hermione. His eyes were empty; Lucius Malfoy was sneering triumphantly as Hermione crouched. Harry darted forwards to help, aware that he might be late. He grimly found Malfoy had had performed the Imperius Curse on Ron. Only knowing one way to get this curse lifted, he sped off towards Malfoy, but Hermione was quicker, and acted before Harry could do anything.

She raised her wand and grasped for breath, as Ron now seemed to have completely forgotten all about his wand and magic, and hand his hand at her neck, and she was perched against the wall. He was trying to strangle her. Hermione squeaked, ‘Avada Kedavra!’

A green flash of light emerged from Hermione’s wand. The flash hit Malfoy straight in the chest, causing him to fell and hit the grass with a smooth bang. He was dead. Ron now struggled up to feet. ‘What happened? I don’t remember anything after he looked as though it was Christmas already. What are you two doing here, anyway?’ He nodded to Harry and Luna, who had now appeared on his side. ‘When did you come here?’

‘We’ll fill you in later.’ Harry did not feel like telling Ron he had just attempted to strangle his girlfriend. Not now, anyway.

‘But –’

‘Later,’ Harry and Hermione said in unison. She grasped Ron’s hand, and nodding at Harry and Luna, they both disappeared. ‘Is Ginny all right?’ Harry added to Luna, dreading the worst.

‘She was when I last saw her. Protego.’

‘Where is she?’

Luna merely shrugged. Neville came into their view, fighting five Death Eaters at the same time. Harry and Luna ran for it, but they did not get there in time. The Death Eaters shattered as Neville fell, and they both made it to the body. Luna was down on her knees, turning the body over. She closed Neville’s eyes as Harry had closed Moody’s. Harry gently squeezed her shoulder, and set off once again.

He saw Trelawney duelling with two of the Death Eaters at once. She fell to the ground. She did not look dreamy at all, and some of her rings had fallen off. Harry, however, had now focus on the other side of the battlefield. He hurried from Professor Trelawney, and saw a wizard slid behind a woman’s back.

‘TONKS! BEHIND YOU!’ he bellowed, and stunned the Death Eater.

‘Wotcher, Harry,’ she said. ‘Thanks! She turned her hair from blonde to bubblegum pinks, and her nose went bigger, having a pained expression on her face. ‘We’d better go on!’ And she set off.

‘Wait!’ Harry called. As she returned to him, he told her about the idea he had just got. ‘I just killed Bellatrix. I don’t think anyone noticed it, so if you turn into her, they won’t kill you!’

‘Good one, Harry,’ she said, ‘nut don’t you think our side will think I is her as well.’ She set off, knocking Harry over. ‘Sorry!’ She got out of sight.

‘Good point. Don’t! Bye!’ Harry set off, but soon knelt, feeling his scar burst with pain. He was Peter Pettigrew emerging from behind Hagrid’s hut, darting between him and Voldemort. He precisely had time to do it. He did it. He took the Killing Curse in his chest.

Harry was several feet from Voldemort as he realised what had happened. Peter had just paid back the life debt from Harry’s third year …

Without considering it more, he ran forwards to rescue Professor McGonagall from a Death Eater, screaming, ‘Perfectus Totalus!’

McGonagall spun around, looking bewildered for a moment or two, before merely saying, ‘Oh, thank you Potter.’ Harry nodded and sped off. As he rounded a corner, he saw Voldemort against. He also saw ‘Dobby running forwards … Voldemort raised his wand again. No! Harry though, and desperately called, ‘KREACHER!’

Voldemort looked startled as the house-elf appeared at Harry’s feet. ‘Master called,’ said Kreacher.

‘Protect me!’

‘Filthy scum –’

‘I’ll protect Harry Potter!’

Harry’s heart sank as Dobby hurried forwards to save his hero. The house elves took the curse. They were dead before hitting the ground. Harry ran for it, but moments before doing so, he pointed his wand at Dobby’s lifeless body, and screamt, ‘Levicorpus!’

Harry ran to the place where he had placed Mad-Eye’s body what felt like days sago, and put Dobby’s next to. Dobby looked happy. Harry closed his friend’s eyes. Feeling a new rage of hatred towards Lord Voldemort, and the grief and loss of Dobby, he set off for the third time that evening. It was dusk: the heaven was going orange. Soon, they would not be able to see anymore.

Remus seemed to bethinking in the same line. Harry pointed at a big heap o debris, shouting, ‘Accio!’ Hoping there were no bodies in the bunch, they both pointed at it with their wands. Fire was emerging from the tips of them. They smiled before setting of again when the debris had caught fire. Down by the lake, Harry saw the figure of Snape, his hated teacher.

As Harry approached, Snape raised his wand, but Harry was before. He felt the anger towards his former Headmaster’s murderer and how that pile of filth could possibly stand on the remains of the former Headmaster. Harry was sure the man sneered at him.

Hatred in every inch of the body, Harry muttered the words that had ended the life of his parents … Cedric … Sirius … And Dumbledore …

For the first and last time in his life, Harry saw Severus Snape looking shocked. He was dead before he hit the ground. Harry felt triumphant, just as he had done with Bellatrix, but also the nag in his stomach … What was the matter with him? Now he had killed two people, and felt happy about it. And even though he had hated them, he felt guilty at the same time …

Behind Harry, Voldemort slid up once again. Harry’s scar burst open again, and Voldemort raised his mind, the smile on his face as triumphant as ever. Harry ran for it, utterly grateful you could not Apparate within the Hogwarts grounds. Voldemort ran after; as Dumbledore had had, Voldemort possessed surprisingly good physics for his age. They sprinted past a lot of people fighting each other. Harry was Bill and Fleur duelling with someone. Voldemort was first he seemed to have noticed them as well. Harry raised is wand and Stunned the Death Eater they were fighting and called their names. Harry ran and Voldemort deserted them. They had rounded the school now, but Harry did not care.

But he was getting more and more tired. Determined, though, to keep his mind closed and survive for his friends, he continued running. Voldemort, though, showed no sign of tiredness. Harry had a shrewd idea he enjoyed hunting Harry round and round the school before killing him.

Peter Pettigrew was hiding behind Hagrid’s hut, where Hermione and Ron had fought Malfoy earlier. Harry saw him out of the corner of his eye. Harry hated him more than ever, but then he did something Harry had never thought he would do before.

Harry had always thought of Wormtail as a short, egocentric and utterly scared wizard, who cared about no one but himself. He had been friends with Sirius, Remus and Harry’s father, because they were gifted and big. He had, though, never been at their level.

During the wars, he had stuck with the Death Eaters because he was ‘scared’ … Oh, Harry so disliked the rat Peter Pettigrew, traitor of his parents and the reason Harry had had to go and live with the Dursley’s for ten years, during which he never knew he was a wizard, let alone a wizard which would either kill or get killed by Voldemort …

Voldemort had raised his wand, but then, Wormtail threw himself out of nowhere, throwing himself over Voldemort. Whatever Harry had expected, this was not it.

But it certainly had effect. Voldemort seemed to be utterly non-plussed by the happening, This was, as well, a new emotion of Voldemort’s to Harry …

He raised his wand. And a green flash of light emerged from the tip of it.

- - - - -

Ron and Hermione were alone in number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Professor McGonagall had ordered them there. They did not know what happened at Hogwarts, and less they knew whether their family and friends were alive or not. Ron peered down at the table. He looked very worried. Hermione had not jet told him about Malfoy’s Imperius Curse. Ron was worrying enough at the moment, and Hermione considered it unwise to make his angst worse by telling him. Hermione knew he would never forgive himself for trying to strangle his girlfriend, forced or not.

Yes, they had been together for five years now. They had with been in love with each other ever since Hermione had entered Ron’s and Harry’s compartment on the Hogwarts Express soon seven years ago; they had not told anyone about their feelings, though. Last year, Ron had tried to make Hermione jealous with Lavender Brown, whereas Hermione had done the same with Cormac McLaggen …

She smiled. They had both been acting very childish. But they both got each other in the end …

‘Hermione?’ Ron’s voice was thin and dry, and his eyes were having a discouraged shade in them. He grabbed his chair not to fall off.

‘Yes, love?’ Hermione leapt to her feet and went over to the cupboard where she got a glass for him, put it under the tap of the old fashioned sink, and filled the glass with water. She carried it over to Ron.

‘Thanks,’ he whispered. She and sat down. Ron still held the glass in his hand.

‘Drink it, Ron – your voice is dry. You must be thirsty.’

Ron drank deeply, and thanked Hermione again. Hr placed the glass carefully beside him. Hermione went over to him and stroked his cheek and chin carefully. ‘You hungry?’

Hermione surveyed Ron, but he merely shrugged and shook his head. A Ron who was not hungry was an ill-boding sign. She laid her arms over his shoulders, and stroked the back of his head as he broke down. She took him in her arms, feeling some silent tears wandering down her cheeks. The sat there comforting each other for a while. Minutes later, Ron managed to talk.

‘Hermione?’

‘Mmm?’

‘Are they … Are they … Dead?’

‘I don’t know Ron … I don’t know … It feels terrible, not knowing what is going on. I mean, we could always listen to the Order’s meetings, but we can’t use the Extendable Ears to learn what was going on.’

‘I agree. What happened with Neville, Hermione?’

‘He … He fought five Death Eater at once. It was brilliant, but he …’

‘He what? Is he injured?’

‘No, worse … He’s dead, Ron.’

‘No …’ Ron’s lips trembled. ‘No … He can’t be …’

They held each other tight once more.

- - - - -

Remus was being comforted by a crying Tonks, and Ginny was pushing everyone away. Ron now seemed to be in sorrow beyond tears. Mrs Weasley was sobbing uncontrollably against her husband’s shoulder. Mr Weasley held her tightly, crying as well. On Fleur’s HHHHsdydcheeks, silent tears fell. Her husband, Bill, was sitting next to, head in his palms. Fred and George were hugging, both in tears.

Harry had not been found on the school, yard when all was over. Voldemort’s body had been retrieved, though, but not Harry’s. Therefore Hermione instantly knew Harry had died happy – if he really was dead. But he had just killed Voldemort, and she knew Harry would kill Voldemort even if his life was on the game board. If he was dead, he must have died happy.

Luna was there, too, not looking as dreamy as usual. She, Ginny and Neville were the only ones who had replied to the DA summon of the coins. Hermione had changed the serial number on her coin into today’s date. Neville and Luna had managed to get to Hogwarts and turned up outside the Room of Requirement. Hermione supposed it was because of that Luna did not look carried away.

Even though it was obvious Luna had a crush on Harry and Neville on Ginny, they had made good friends during the two last years. And Luna also loved Harry, who was missing …

Once again, Hermione reminded herself of Harry. She was fully aware of the cruel sense – Harry must be … Dead. All seemed so. But Hermione lived on the hope. She did not want Harry to be dead. Harry was her best friend, and he was the only one who had beaten her in one subject in their O.W.Ls – Defence Against the Dark Arts. Harry, Ginny, Neville and Luna were her best and only friends in the teens, sand Hermione could not afford loosing yet another friend tonight as she had already lost one too much.

Ron was sitting next to her, his face hollow. They were holding hands – hard. Hermione was Ron’s best friend, as well, and even though they had had a fight in their fourth year when they did not speak for three weeks. Harry’s name had come out from the Goblet of Fire. Ron – and most students at Hogwarts with him – had thought that Harry had entered for the glory. (Which he, off course, had not.)

The year after, most of the students – and wizarding community in general – had thought he was a liar and Dumbledore was growing senile when they claimed Voldemort was back. Harry stuck to his story – the truth – even though the Ministry of Magic had not believed him and set their ‘High Inquisitor’ tried to make his life bitter …

Then, Charlie suddenly entered the room.

After a while, Remus gave words to what they all thought. ‘Any news?’

Charlie shook his head grimly, and Mrs Weasley sobbed harder than ever. Even Draco and Narcissa Malfoy seemed subdued.

Yes, Malfoy and his mother had actually saved Fred and George from their father and husband. That surprised Hermione, as they were of the opinion that the Weasleys plainly were ‘filthy blood traitors’. But maybe they went scared of their Lord Voldemort in the end …

The two blond people sat in the far end of the kitchen, away from the others, next to a window. And Hermione did not believe her eyes when she looked out of the glass …

- - - - -

‘I can’t do this, Harry.’ Ron looked as he always did before a Quidditch match.

‘Of course you do. Listen, once you’ve done this, it will feel like the easiest thing you ever did. I think of it now, but not before I married Ginny.’

‘But you weren’t nervous!’

‘Well, not as nervous as you are now, but still nervous.’

‘But –’

‘Relax, Ron. See, she’s coming! Rise!’

Hermione entered the church. Her parents had insisted they would held it in a church. Ron’s family had therefore been asked to dress in Muggle clothing. Hermione was very beautiful. He had her hair in a bun as she had had in the Yule Ball on Hogwarts when they had been in their fourth year. Behind her was Ginny Weasley, Harry’s own wife, who was as beautiful as ever. They both beamed at each other.

Before Ron and Hermione gave their promises, the priest spoke for a while. Harry gave Ron the rings before stepping back to Ginny, grasping his hand. She did not feel anything on his scar.

The End.

Three Chrystal Drops

2007-07-29T15:01:51Z

This is a drabble I wrote for a challange named 'Potions'.

Rating: G

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all places and characters (except those I have made up), the names etcetera belongs to Mrs J.K Rowling, her publishers (there are so much of them, so, well …), and Warner Brothers™. All rights reserved. This is not meant as theft or insult – I wrote it for fun. I do own the story though.

Word count: 100

I am not having a short cut as it is short.

Three Chrystal Drops

I watch the man pouring a drop on me. I look around at my owner and his fellow students. My owner seems to be very worried, more than usual in Potions. The teacher puts a drop on my back once again. The other half of the pupils are looking happy, the rest of them nervous. Then he is putting yet another drop on me. I am being bigger than ever but I do not realise why. All of a sudden, I am shrinking. The before so happy students seems disappointed, but my owner and his friends are being loads happier.

A Night With the Friends

2007-07-29T14:56:50Z

This is a story also written in 2006, and it is my favourite about the three. It is about Remus, although not any slash, though.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all places and characters, the names et cetera belong to Mrs J.K Rowling, her publishers (there are so much of them, so, well …), and Warner Brothers™. All rights reserved. This is not meant as theft or insult – I wrote it for fun. I own the story.

A Night Wtih the Friends

Dedicated to Osced and Elurèd, two of my reviewers.

A Night with the Friends

Remus Lupin climbed through the portrait hole. He and Madam Pomfrey had decided to met in the Entrance Hall. Remus was a werewolf. He went bite when he was five years old, which was ten years ago. Remus had not watched for himself enough, and he had get caught by Fernier Grey back. Remus had always blamed himself for that.

When he was about to begin at Hogwarts, he didn’t think he was going to have any friends. Now he had three of the best friends you could ever have; James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew. He had reached the Hall now. Madam Pomfrey was not there. But when Remus looked at his watch he saw that it was a quarter to nine. He and Madam Pomfrey had decided to met at nine o’clock.

Remus hated to wait. But afterwards he had learned that he was always to early, he had brought a book: ‘Supplementary Charms Studies’. He read everything that came in sight for him, what it was didn’t matter to him. He liked all his school subjects. Mostly he liked Transfiguration, Potions, Charms, Arithmancy and Defence Against the Dark Arts.

‘Hello, Remus!’

‘Good day, Madam Pomfrey. How are you?’

‘I’m fine, thank you,’ Madam Pomfrey said. ‘How are you yourself? And haven’t I told you to cal me Poppy after all these years?’

‘Well … Poppy … Myself, I’m feeling as good as I can now, in my condition, thank you.’

‘Have you waited?’

‘No.’

‘Remus, I know you’re lying.’

‘All right … A quarter.’

‘Why so long?’

‘Ma … Poppy, you know me after all these years.’

‘Well, I should know that you can’t come in time or to late by now.’

‘You’ve got a point there.’

Both Remus and Poppy laughed and started to walk down to the Whomping Willow.

‘How is school? Are you doing well?’

‘Well, not as well as I should. The other three tricked me to visit the kitchen. We ate all night before our latest Charms test and I only got an A.’

‘But an Acceptable is good enough, and if you didn’t rehearse, it’s very good. And you have “yourself to blame”, you know.’

They both laughed again. A little moment later, they had reached the Whomping Willow.

‘Well, Remus, now we’re here. See you at five o’clock!’

‘Yes, we’ll do. Bye!’

‘Bye, Remus!’

And Poppy left Remus, who took a stick and pushed it onto the tree, which suddenly froze. He went under it and climbed into the secret pass way. Fifteen minutes later, he had come to the Shrieking Shack. He sat down on the bed, waiting for the others to come, and for the Transfiguration to begin. He did not dare pulling his book out in case the Transfiguration would begin. He knew that he could not control himself while he was a werewolf. No, Remus heard footsteps in the stairs.

‘Have the Transfiguration begun yet?’

‘Not yet, but I’m quite sure it will very soon.’

‘OK,’ James said, and he, Remus and Peter went into the room. Remus smiled at them.

‘You would better transform yourselves, I think,’ Remus sighed. He felt the moon draw closer as the others did as their friend just had said; suddenly Remus did not see three boys in front of him. He saw one stag, one dog and one rat. Remus were about to smile to them, but he could not. The Transfiguration that would turn him into a werewolf had just begun. He felt his body shaking and a fluffy fur started to spread all over his body. He suddenly felt mad, but when he saw his friends inside his head, he calmed down.

A little moment later the transfiguration was completed, and Remus was no longer a human. His three friends put the Invisible Cloak over Remus. Rats, stags and dogs did not attract attention, but seeing a werewolf in Hogsmeade people would find strange. Tonight, the three friends decided to investigate the mountains behind the village. They had only been there once before, but it was in the small hours of the morning; Remus would soon be transformed back into a human, so they had not very much time then. Now, they had. They found a lot of caves there, which they went into and searched, but they did unfortunately not found anything in the caves. The Marauders enjoyed it, though.

Prongs, Padfoot and Wormtail went into the passage soon, as the dawn was about to occur. Remus began shaking again, and slowly but steadily the fur disappeared. A little moment later he was ready to go back to the castle of Hogwarts.

He went down the stairs to the Ground Floor of the Shrieking Shack and went into the passage, he too. He wandered for about fifteen minutes before he had reached the very end of the secret passway that was built just for him almost five years ago.

‘Good morning, Remus!’

‘Good morning, Mad … Poppy.’

‘How was your night?’

‘It was the best up to now. I didn’t hurt myself much,’ Remus said.

‘I’m very pleased to hear that.’

And I’m very pleased that my friends are with me, Remus thought.

Author Notes Hm … It is good, I think, and it is my longest One-Shot, I think, since ‘An unpleasant meeting’ is six handwritten A5-pages, and ‘Gilderoy’s Ordinary Day’ is four handwritten A5. This is eleven such. Review in English, and review constructive, please. Thank you!
P.S. This was, as the end of my Swedish story ‘Où sont les Horcruxes?’ and my other two One-Shots ‘An unpleasant meeting’ and ‘Gilderoy’s Ordinary Day’, written during my journey to Tunisia 17^th to 24^th May 2006. D.S.

An Unpleasant Meeting - both versions

2007-07-29T14:45:47Z

There are two versions o this fanfic, one is rated PG-13, whilst the others is rated PG only. I do not know why I rated the first one PG-13. The edit is that I made a humour fanfic of it.

Dedicated to Amanda (Jultomten), that came with the idea of writing a ‘novel’ about Snape’s childhood. This is not exactly about that, but I wanted to dedicate something to her, and I found this the best thing.

An unpleasant meeting

Bellatrix Lestrange walked slowly around in the house Spinner’s End. She was bored, and waited for the Dark Mark on the upper part of her left arm to burn. It had not burned for a while, so Bellatrix began feeling concerned; the Dark Lord usually wanted his Death Eaters to come to him four or five times a week. Now it was Saturday, and the Dark Mark had not burned since Friday the week before. Voldemort had told his ‘dear friends’ that it maybe would take a while before they could met again.

Bellatrix did not like the idea at all. She thought the meetings with the Dark Lord was very pleasant. She walked a little more for a little while, thinking about the Dark Lord more and more. All of a sudden she met her nephew. He seemed to walk around, he too. He was looking very strange.

‘Hello, Draco.’

‘Hello, Aunt Bellatrix.’ Draco had not combed his hair. Bellatrix had noticed that since a while ago, Draco seemed to be sad for something.

‘How are you?’

‘Fine … And you, Aunt Bellatrix?’

‘Fine …’ She thought Draco acted strange somehow. ‘What are you up to? I’m a little bored at the moment.

Draco looked at me.

‘Nothing, Aunt. Why are you bored?’

‘Don’t know. But my Dark Mark hasn’t burned since last Friday. Has yours?’

‘No, it hasn’t. Are you worried?

‘Not much, just a little. I just wondered if it was anything wrong with mine afterwards it hadn’t burn for such a long time. It used to burn more before.’

‘I know.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Narcissa had just entered the room-

‘Hello, mother. We just wonder if there were anything wrong with our Dark Marks; They haven’t burned for a while. Have yours?’

‘No, it hasn’t. Have you seen Severus? I was just looking for him.’

‘No,’ Draco said. ‘Why do you ask?’

‘I don’t know. I was just looking for him. I suppose we’ll have to look for him …’

‘Are you looking for me?’

‘Yes Severus, we did,’ Bellatrix said, ‘or, well, Narcissa was looking for you. But now when you’re here, I’d like to ask you if your Dark Mark had burned since the last meeting?’

‘No, it has not. I was just about to …’

All four of them burst out; ‘Aaargh!’ They all took for their upper parts of their arms, and Apparated in in the grave yard in Little Hangleton, where the Dark Lord were waiting.

‘Ah, Bellatrix, Draco, Severus and Narcissa. Welcome. You are a little bit late …?’

‘We are sorry, Master!’

‘Well, well, well… I am going to punish you, Draco, for not killing more Mudbloods at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Why have not you done that, Draco?’

‘My Lord,’ Draco said, ‘I went expelled afterwards they discovered I murded the Mudblood.’

‘And for your clumsiness, by being expellad so you cannot free Hogwarts, you are going to be punished.’

‘No, please Lord, No!’

‘Crucio!’

Narcissa Malfoy watched her son lying on the floor in hard spasms. Tears began to come up in her eyes. She leaned onto Severus’ shoulder, afterwards she could not manage to watch her son being punished.

Then, the Dark Lord lifted the curse.

‘I hope you can be useful in another place, Draco.’

Author Notes So, what do you think? I really appreciate constructive critics, so please, give me some.

This is my first one-shot, and my first English thing, as well. And, at last, to my Swedish readers; Do I write better or poorer in English? Please, review in English, so people understand what you’re writing. I can be very curious, when I am reading stuff, what other people think.

P.S. This was, as the end of my Swedish story ‘Où sont les Horcruxes?’ and my two One-Shots ‘Gilderoy’s ordinary day’ and ‘A Night With the Friends’, written during my journey to Tunisia. D.S.

And here is the edited version.

An unpleasant meeting
- Edited Edition -

Bellatrix Lestrange walked slowly around in the old, ugly, Snape-smelling house Spinner’s End. She was bored, indeed, and waited for the Dark Mark on the upper part of her left arm to burn painfully, so that she would relive the wonderful pain calling her to her Master once again. It had not burned for a while, so Bellatrix began feeling concerned: the Dark Lord usually wanted his Death Eaters to come to him four or five times a week. Now it was Saturday, official sweets day – and Bellatrix loves sweets – and the Dark Mark had not burned since Friday the week before, which felt like a dozen of lifetimes. Voldemort had told his ‘dear friends’ that it maybe would take a while before they could met again, but the next meating would be thrilling.

Bellatrix did not like the idea at all. She thought the meetings with the Dark Lord were extra ordinary pleasant. She walked a little more for a little while, thinking about the Dark Lord more and more. All of a sudden she met her nephew. He seemed to walk around, he too. He was looking very strange, more stranger than she had ever seen him before or afterwards. His pale skin was greenish. Bellatrix considered feeling pity for the bloke for a while, but then remembered she is totally evil, and that it was against her moral opinions to feel pity for anyone but herself.

‘Hello, Draco.’

‘Hello, Aunt Bellatrix.’ Draco had not combed his hair. Bellatrix had noticed that since a while ago, Draco seemed to be sad for something. His hair looked like a yellow bird’s nest.

‘How are you?’

‘Fine … And you, Aunt Bellatrix?’

‘Fine …’ She thought Draco acted strange somehow. Stranger than usual. She looked at her in a strange sort of many ways, as though he had ever seen her before. It was a bit eerie, Bellatrix thought, but she kept her highly odd and complicated thoughts for herself, since she considered her nephew a real donkey.
‘What are you up to? I’m a little bored at the moment. Can’t we do anything together?’

Draco looked at his Aunt as though she was a yellow, green, big, small umbrella.

‘Nothing, Auntie dearest. Why are you bored?’

‘Don’t know. But my Dark Mark hasn’t burned since last Friday. Has yours?’

‘No, it hasn’t. Are you worried?’

Poor Bellatrix never thought of the possibility that the fact was when Voldemort touched one of his servants’ Dark Marks, all Dark Marks would burn as though they were set on fire. She was not a very intelligent woman.

‘Not much, just a little. I just wondered if it was anything wrong with mine since it hadn’t burn for such a long time. It used to burn more before.’ Very clever, Bellatrix has finally learnt to rhyme. Applauses please!

‘I know.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Narcissa had just entered the room. Her long blonde hair was curling after her for yards after yards.

‘Hello, Mother. We just wonder if there were anything wrong with our Dark Marks; they haven’t burned for a while. Have yours?’ Draco looked at his mother awith his most pleading puppy eyes and Narcissa Mafloy,as well as Bellatrix Lestrange, thought they would faint by laughter, surprise and awe – all in one!

‘No, it hasn’t. Have you seen Severus? I was just looking for him.’ Bellatrix thought that Narcissa’s and Severus’ affairs drove her – Bellatrix – crazy, so she took hold of a wall not to faint out of anger combinated by depression over her Dark Mark.

‘No,’ Draco said. ‘Why do you ask?’ What do you think? Thought Bellatrix.

‘I don’t know. I was just looking for him. I suppose we’ll have to look for him …’

‘Are you looking for me?’

‘Yes Severus, we did,’ Bellatrix said. What a coincidence. Let us just go down on the floor and laugh our insides out. ‘Or, well, Narcissa was looking for you. But now when you’re here, I’d like to ask you if your Dark Mark had burned since the last meeting?’

‘No, it has not. I was just about to …’

All four of them burst out; ‘Aaargh!’ Again, a coincidence. They all took for their upper parts of their arms, and Apparated into the grave yard in Little Hangleton, where the Dark Lord were waiting.

‘Ah, Bellatrix, Draco, Severus and Narcissa. Welcome. You are a little bit late …?’

‘We are sorry, Master!’

‘Well, well, well… I am going to punish you, Draco, for not killing more Mudbloods at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Why have not you done that, Draco?’

‘My Lord,’ Draco said, ‘I went expelled afterwards they discovered I murded the Mudblood.’

‘And for your clumsiness, by being expelled so you cannot free Hogwarts, you are going to be punished.’

‘No, please Lord, No!’

‘Crucio!’

Then, the Dark Lord lifted the curse.

‘I hope you can be useful in another place, Draco.’ Since when has he ever been useful, Bellatrix thought.

Gilderoy’s ordinary day

2007-07-29T14:02:34Z

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all places and characters, the names et cetera belong to Mrs J.K Rowling, her publishers (there are so much of them, so, well …), and Warner Brothers™. All rights reserved. This is not meant as theft or insult – I wrote it for fun. I own the story.

Gilderoy's Ordinary Day

Dedicated to all my reviewers, as a ‘Thank you!’ for your time it took you to review.

Gilderoy’s ordinary day

Gilderoy Lockman was really a strange man, even before the mysterious events in the Chamber of Secrets two years ago, the Heralers of St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries thought.
He had always loved publicity, and being at the Daily Prophet’s front page was enough to make him happy. Now, he had not read a paper for two years. He had to learn everything he could before again, and now, he even could not write his own name, which he should be able to since he had always loved writing autographs to each and everyone, and if they wanted it did not matter to him.
Gilderoy himself was acting almost exactly as a three-year-old. Well, he looked like the man in his thirties or fourties he was. He did not toddler – he formed words just exactly as the forty-something year old man he actually was. The size of his body did also witness about his real age. He was six feet tall, and his blonde hair began to become grey.
Now, Gilderoy was about to strode a little bit in the corridor, but he went stopped by a nurse. ‘Gilderoy, dear, what are you doing? Come, I will take you back to the room.’
That was how they all treated poor Gilderoy. He did not have many guests, which was strange thinking of how famous he had been once upon the time. But several witches kept writing to him every week. Gilderoy was not quite sure exactly why they all wrote to him, but he enjoyed it when someone read them to him – he was not able to read by himself anymore.
When the others in his room had visitors, Gilderoy always watched in envy. But Gilderoy was easy to make happy. You could just tell him about the fact that maybe it would come someone to visit him during the day. The Healers knew that this would not happen, but Gilderoy believed it, and he was always looking at the door in case of the door went open.
The Healers always felt guilty just watching him sitting there, day after day, all alone.

Author Notes I don’t think this is as good as ‘An unpleasant meetng’, but it is (obviously) good enough to get published. Again, constructive critism, and to my Swedish readers; Do I write better in English or in Swedish? Please, Review in English, because of the same reason as on ‘An unpleasant meeting’.
P.S. This was, as the end of my Swedish story ‘Où sont les Horcruxes?’ and my two One-Shots ‘An unpleasant meeting’ and ‘A Night With the Friends’, written during my journey to Tunisia. D.S.

A Busy Year full of Surprises - Chapter Two

2007-07-29T13:09:23Z

IMPORTANT! READ! Author’s Notes: This is something I want to make very clear. This story is an Alternative Universe one. Alternative Universe (also called Alternate Universe) means that some things in the story are out of the canon – they differ from the book/film or whatever the fanfiction is based upon. Anyone who wants to read more about it can read it at en –DOT– wikipedia –DOT– com. Replace the '–DOT–' with a real dot.

When I planned the story, I made a major mistake in the time line, but the mistake is actually important to my story. The AU (AU is the abbreviation for Alternative Universe) is that I have placed Lily in the year after the Marauders. I know she is as old as the Marauders, which is confirmed in Chapter 28 – Snape's worst memory in 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix'. So, please do not remind me. And, blame yourself if I just spoiled the fifth book for you – but I made clear in the notes over the Prologue that this story will contain spoilers for all six Harry Potter novels.

That said, I hope you enjoy the story.

This story has been Beta read by Janis, a Perfect Imagination Beta reader.

Chapter Two

Violent Shopping

Lily smiled as she left her room, and started moving toward the bathroom. Tomorrow, she would go to Diagon Alley. And it was not just the exciting trip to Flourish and Blotts that interested her – Her mum had promised her an owl as a reward for her good O.W.Ls. Her mother seemed to be very happy and pleased with Lily’s results; they seemed like a gift from heaven since Petunia was not very good in school. Lily opened the door and stepped in. She brushed her teeth and took a quick shower before walking down to breakfast. When she got there, she saw that Petunia was not in the kitchen. Lily was glad to be rid of Petunia.

‘Good morning!’ said Lily.

‘Morning.’ Her mother smiled at her. ‘We’ve decided to go to Diagon Alley today instead of tomorrow, if that is OK with you. What time should we leave?’

‘You’re very keen on giving me an owl, aren’t you? I thought we weren’t going until tomorrow, but today is even better!’ Lily laughed. ‘Well, how about … a little while after breakfast? I have to get my booklist and so on first.’

‘OK, then it’s decided. We’re going to Diagon Alley an hour after breakfast. That will give us time to get ready and Lily can make a shopping list. That should be enough time, shouldn’t it?’ asked Lily’s father. Lily and her mum nodded.

Half an hour later, Lily sat down in the kitchen, waiting for her parents to get ready. Lily had been ready for the past fifteen minutes. The only thing Lily had had to do was to get her booklist, and that had not taken much time. In fact, it had taken three minutes. Lily did not like waiting. That was one of her least favourite things to do. She looked at her watch again. Only one single minute has passed since I last looked at the time, she thought. She made a grimace. Oh, this is going to be a long half hour …

Lily must have fallen asleep, since the second half hour did not seem as long as the first one. When Lily’s mother and father finally came downstairs, Lily quickly stood up and greeted her parents.

‘Hi, sweetheart,’ her father said. ‘Shall we go now?’

‘Sure!’

- - - - -

An hour later, Lily and her parents found themselves in front of the Leaky Cauldron. Lily didn’t like riding in a car very much because she developed a headache if she travelled too long in a car. She sighed and tried to think of something else, but it was impossible. So when they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, Lily and her parents sat down and ordered some Butterbeer. Lily’s parents had not tasted it before, but they liked it.

Fifteen minutes after they had ordered their Butterbeer, they stepped out through the door opposite the one they had gone in earlier that day. When they were outside, Lily took out her wand and tapped some of the bricks. An entrance suddenly began to form in the brick wall. It started as a little hole, and seconds later, it was an archway, big enough even for Hagrid, the enormous Keeper of the Keys and Grounds of Hogwarts, to enter. Actually, Hagrid was not a giant. Lily had found out in her first year that he was a half giant. Hagrid had not told anybody else the truth, and so, Lily had not either.

They had now entered Diagon Alley. The alley was crowded with people – many were Hogwarts students Lily only knew from their faces. In fact, the only real friend she had inside and outside Hogwarts was Remus Lupin.

‘Where shall we go first?’ asked Lily’s mother. She loved shopping, especially for clothes. Lily was not very interested in clothes, which gave Petunia a reason to think that Lily was a ‘jerk’. Lily snorted at that.

‘Hm … First we must go to Madam Malkin’s. I think my robes are a little too short. Yeah, Madam Malkin’s first. But before that, we have to go to Gringotts to change money, you know.’

‘That’s the great marble building over there in the middle of the alley, isn’t it, sweetheart?’ her father asked.

‘Yes, Dad, it is.’ Lily smiled as they entered the bank and started going toward one of the goblins behind the counter. The whole hall was made of marble and it was lit by candles. The hall was very big. Lily thought it was a beautiful place, and it was exciting to be in there. Lily did not know why, but it was quite thrilling. When they came to the desk, the goblin asked, ‘Good day. What can I help you with?’

‘Well,’ Lily’s father began, ‘we would like to change money … Our daughter, Lily, will attend her sixth year at Hogwarts this September, and my wife and I—we’re Muggles—would like to change from English pounds to … What d’you call them now? Ah, yes, I remember. It sounds like gay lions!’

‘Galleons, sir. How much would you like to change?’

‘Well … Lily, how much do you think we’ll need?’

‘Hm … About … fifty Galleons should be enough to buy clothes and books and leave me some money for school, trips to Hogsmeade and so on.’

‘Well, fifty Galleons is about fifty pounds; Galleons are an even exchange with British pounds right now.’

‘Yes, that’s right, I suppose,’ said Lily. The goblin nodded as Lily’s father took out his wallet and opened it up. He took out a fifty-pound note and handed it to the goblin, who started counting out fifty golden coins.

‘Very well, sir,’ he finally said some moments later. ‘Fifty Galleons. Here you are.’ He handed the money to Lily’s father, who nodded at its receipt and then made his way out of the bank.

Lily smiled and thought about the day she visited Diagon Alley for the first time. She remembered it well … In her Hogwarts letter, they had included an extra sheet of parchment explaining all about magic and so on. Lily assumed that all of the Muggle-borns had received the same information sheet because the headline was ‘INSTRUCTIONS TO ALL FUTURE STUDENTS WITH NON-MAGICAL PARENTS.’

On that extra sheet there was information about where they could buy all the things on the list, a map of Diagon Alley and a little information about Hogwarts. At the end, there was a note stating that some, not all, wizards thought that Muggle-born witches and wizards were not as good as wizard-born ones, but that it was not true. It also mentioned that some wizards liked bullying Muggle-borns. Lily snorted. Well, well, after five years, I certainly know that. Almost the whole Slytherin house, including Snivellus Snape, bullies Muggle-borns. Lily had actually protected him once in her fourth year – a thing that she really regretted since Snivellus had called her a ‘Mudblood’. After that, Lily did not protect him again.

‘Lily, what are you waiting for?’ asked Lily’s mother. She and her husband were already standing by the heavy gates of Gringotts, waiting for their daughter to come.

‘Oh, sorry!’ said Lily. ‘I lost myself in memories; I forgot what I was doing. I suppose I think way too much. I’m like a professor. I’ve got a great long-term memory, but my short-term memory is awful, you know.’

‘Yes, we are aware of that,’ her mother laughed. ‘Maybe you’ll be a professor when you’ve grown up. We ARE going to visit the clothing shop first, aren’t we?’

‘Yes, mother. That is the most boring stop, so let’s go there first.’

‘What are you saying?’ her mother asked Lily in shock. ‘You think clothing shops are boring? How can you seriously think that?’

-----

The clothing shop visit was soon over. Lily’s mother and Madam Malkin had talked a lot about clothes. Lily could not understand their fascination, and she thought it was very unnecessary. She strongly suspected her father thought so, too. Lily just did not understand it at all. She sighed.

‘Where are we going now, sweetheart?’ asked Lily’s father. ‘Do you need … Hm … Something from the Apothecary?’

‘Well … I could use some Potions ingredients.’

‘OK,’ her father simply said, ‘so then let’s go to the Apothecary.’

They walked across Diagon Alley and entered Slug & Jiggers Apothecary. It was a little shop which smelled of many different things that Lily preferred not to think about. She was not very fond of this shop.

‘What can I help you with?’ An old witch came from the desk towards them.

‘Well,’ Lily started, ‘I am going to begin my sixth year at Hogwarts this September.’

‘Sixth-year Potions! Wait a moment and I will prepare an ingredient supply for you!’

‘Thank you very much!’ said Lily. When the Apothecary witch had completed the order, Lily turned to her parents. ‘OK, we are through with the Apothecary. What are we going to do now?’

‘Well, we don’t know what you need.’

‘OK … I think just Flourish and Blotts is left. The bookshop,’ she added. ‘Right down the street and next to Madam Malkin’s. There are plenty of books and more books. Anything you can dream of and a little more. I love the place –’

‘Well, that was unexpected.’

‘– and there are so many books that I doubt anybody can count them. I love it there.’

‘You’re very eager to visit the book shop, aren’t you?’ asked Lily’s mother. ‘Do you really think it’s that interesting? Well, I suppose you must thin so since you are reading your third-year school books “just for fun”. It’s strange, actually, that you read your school books during the summer holidays, and your sister barely touches them during the school terms. It’s like everything else. You and Petunia are like night and day. You love school. She hates it. You are nice to almost everybody and she isn’t. How is that possible?’ Lily’s mother looked at her husband in confusion.

‘I really don’t know,’ her father said. ‘Maybe our bright, red-haired daughter can answer that question?’

‘Well, I don’t know, but something I do know is what is going to happen if I tell Petunia about this –’

‘Oh, please don’t,’ her mother sighed. ‘She will be angry. Well, don’t say that to Petunia and if you do, she’ll kill you,’ her mother said. And with those words, they went inside the shop.

Flourish and Blotts was, as usual, crowded with Hogwarts students buying school books for the approaching year. Lily made her way to an old woman working in the shop. The woman was short and wore long, red robes. Lily moved towards the witch and asked, ‘Could you help me, please?’

‘Well, that’s why I’m here, you know, Miss. What can I help you with?’

‘Hmm … I could use Spells: How to Do Them and How to Stop Them by Rupert Axebanger, Advanced Transfiguration by Agatha Robinson, The Stars by Anthony Friddles, Runes by Runa Aldrad, Muggles’ Lives and Ways by Rohan McDaw, Effective Defence by Kevin Knorr, The Standard Book of Spells by Miranda Goshawk, and finally, Advanced Potion-Making by Libatius Borage, please.’

‘Er … Could you please say the titles slowly, one by one, as we go after them? I don’t remember a word of what you just said.’ The witch smiled. ‘I’ve got a very bad short-term memory.’

‘Me, too,’ said Lily. ‘Well … Hmm … Where did I put the list? Here. Well … I need Spells: How to Do Them and How to Stop Them by Rupert Axebanger.’

‘Right. Charms section then. C’mon!’ She went to a wall and Lily and her parents followed her. ‘Spells. Here you are. What else do you need?’

‘Er … Advanced Transfiguration by Agatha Robinson.’

‘So you’re taking Transfiguration, too? That’s a hard subject, and Professor McGonagall can be very … severe, can’t she?’

‘Well, she can be very hard when she wants to be. And that’s almost all the time. But she does not usually get angry with me, though. I’m happy about that.’

‘Well, you should be. So, let’s go get the book. Advanced Transfiguration, wasn’t it? Yes. Well … It’s over there somewhere.’ The witch moved to a different wall. Lily and her parents followed. A moment later, the witch said, ‘So, now, where is it? Oh, here it is.’ She pulled out a book. ‘Advanced Transfiguration by Agatha Robinson. Nice book. You’re taking the sixth year, I suppose? That’s a good year.’

‘Yes, I am. Why is the sixth year a good one? Do you think it is because it comes between the O.W.Ls and the N.E.W.Ts? Because the sixth year should be considered a year to prepare for the N.E.W.Ts, if you ask me …’

‘Our daughter has always done well in school,’ Lily’s mother smiled. ‘She came home with ten Outstandings and one Exceeds Expectations this summer.’

‘But that’s great,’ said the old witch, making Lily blush.

‘Our daughter is a witch, but we’re Muggles,’ Lily’s father declared. ‘It’s strange; I can’t imagine what sort of grades the children with magical parents got. They must’ve got all Outstandings, I suppose, since there are parents at home that can help them with homework, and so on. We can’t, you know, and still, Lily’s got almost all O’s.’

‘Oh, no,’ said the witch. ‘Many people think like that, especially the parents of the Muggle- borns. Strangely enough, the Muggle-borns often do the best. I don’t know why; I suppose nobody does. It’s very odd.’

‘Yes, it is. But our Lily must be one of the best students then? That would feel nice, wouldn’t it?’ Lily’s mother asked her husband.

‘Yes … But how could that be? How can students that are supposed to know almost everything about magic be “poorer” than people that don’t know anything about it in the beginning? That sounds very strange if you ask me …’ All four fell silent in their own thoughts.

Well, there you see, Lily thought. Now, you know that ‘pure-blood’ wizards are getting ‘poorer’ grades than Muggle-borns. Maybe ten Outstandings and one Exceeds Expectations is pretty good … But no. Many Muggle-borns have surely got better grades than you, Lily Marion Evans. But no. Some Muggle-borns might have got higher grades than you have. Yes. So … But those grades were good, even for Muggle-borns … STOP! Lily did not dare think any longer. She tried to think about something else, and warily looked at the piece of parchment in her hand. Oh, yes, we must have forgotten! She cleared her throat; ‘Hrm, hrm!’ The three adults looked up. ‘Well, we should go on with the list, shouldn’t we?’

‘Well, you’re right; we really should go on with the books. Other people wanting my help must be waiting right now,’ the witch said. ‘What is the next book on your list, Lily?’

‘Oh, right. The next book is named The Stars and it’s written by Anthony Friddles … Funny name, Friddles,’ Lily laughed. ‘Anyway, that’s the book.’

‘The Stars,’ the witch said. ‘In the Astronomy section; come on!’ The witch was a little strange in Lily’s opinion. But she, Lily, could not explain what exactly was strange about the witch, who now handed Lily a blue book with the inscription The Stars, smiling. ‘So, what’s next?’

‘Er …’ Lily looked on her list. ‘Runes by Runa Aldrad,’ she read out loud.

‘Ancient Runes—that’s interesting,’ the witch said as they went to the Runes section. ‘Took it myself at Hogwarts.’

‘Yes, it’s my favourite subject. It’s hard, but still interesting.’

‘I agree; it was my favourite, too,’ the witch said. ‘But now, let’s focus on the books. “What’s after Runes?’

‘Muggles’ Lives and Ways by Rohan McDaw.’

‘But, didn’t you say you’re Muggles?’ the witch asked Lily’s parents.

‘Yes, they are,’ said Lily, ‘but I’m taking Muggle Studies, though, to see it from the wizard community’s point of view.’

‘Yes, that might be interesting; I agree with you –‘

‘Hey, Evans!’

-----

Sirius Black heard James Potter yell ‘Hey, Evans!’ and saw him walking over toward Lily Evans. Lily was two years younger than he and James, who was born in the late autumn or early winter of 1959. Sirius knew that Lily Evans was born in 1960 or 1961 since she was in the year below them at Hogwarts. Lily was a beautiful, red-haired witch and was, according to Remus, best in her class, even if she did not talk about it. It was just like Remus; he was the best student in the Marauders’ year, but he did not talk much about it. Lily and Remus were close friends, Sirius knew. When Remus got tired of the Marauders’ mischief, he quite often went to see Lily … . Sirius returned to reality when he heard James repeat ‘Hey, Evans!’

Sirius knew James had been in love with Lily since the trip on the Hogwarts Express taking them to their second year at school. James had looked at Lily in a very strange way, the way Sirius had looked when he first realised ….

‘Yes, Potter?’ Lily had turned around, staring at James while her parents and some old witch that Sirius suspected was working at the shop looked on.

‘What are you doing here?’ asked James rudely.

‘I’m shopping. Do you need a crystal ball to figure out that I’m here shopping? Because then you are in the wrong shop; I don’t see any crystal balls in here.’

‘Oh, Evans! Do you see anything?’

‘OK, OK, quiet!’ Remus spoke for the first time. ‘Please, don’t fight! You’re the only friends I’ve got.’

‘Sorry, Moony,’ said James. ‘It must be hard when you have only two kinds of friends and both are arguing with each other in front of you…’ James looked slightly apologetic. Looking for a way to recover from his embarrassment, he added, ‘I’m bored. Let’s go.’

‘You always are,’ Sirius smirked. ‘Why don’t we pay for the books and go to Quality Quidditch Supplies? That’ll be interesting, won’t it, Prongs?’

‘Yeah, let’s go,’ said James happily. ‘Coming, Remus?’

‘No, I’ll stay here with a friend of mine,’ he smiled. ‘I don’t actually understand Quidditch, brooms and all that stuff. But you can go; I suppose Lily and I can entertain ourselves well enough in here. What do you think, Lily?’

‘Yes, I think we can.’ Lily was distracted as the bell on the shop door signalled that someone had just entered.

‘Who is this beautiful young lady?’ What Lily suspected were James’ parents had just entered the book shop.

‘Oh,’ said Lily, ‘I’m Lily Evans-‘

‘Oh, Lily Evans … We’ve heard of you –’

‘Shut up, Dad!’ said James angrily. Lily and Remus giggled.

‘Well, d’you have your books?’

‘Yes,’ James answered.

‘Good,’ said James’ father. ‘Then your mother and I will go to the Leaky Cauldron. Will you meet us there when you’re finished in the shops, boys?’

‘Yes, we’ll meet you there,’ Sirius said as he answered instead of James. After nodding their good-byes, James’ parents made their way out of the shop.

Looking for a way to continue his conversation with Lily, Remus asked, ‘Have you read anything interesting over the summer, Lily? I’ve been reading a lot of books, most of them old school books. Preparing for the N.E.W.Ts, you know.’

‘Oh! Me, too! I’ve read some of my old school books about –’

‘Wait,’ Lily’s father interrupted. ‘You’re in the year above Lily, aren’t you?’

Remus nodded.

‘C’mon, let’s go,’ James whispered in Sirius’ and Peter’s ears. They stepped out of the book shop and then walked down the street to their very favourite shop.

Entering the shop, Sirius noticed another student. ‘Oh, great,’ said Sirius. ‘Snivellus.’

‘Hey, Snivellus,’ said James. ‘You haven’t showered today either, I see.’

‘Shut up!’ Snape made threatening motion by making a fist and punching his other hand. Oh no, Sirius thought.

-----

Thirty minutes later, James, Sirius and Peter went to the Leaky Cauldron, discouraged, and, in James’ case, bleeding. As they opened the door, Mrs Evans said, ‘Oh, my God! What has happened to you?’

‘Long story,’ said James as he threw himself into an empty chair. Blood still dripped from his chin.

‘James, sweetheart, what happened?’ asked James’ mother anxiously.

‘Nothing.’

‘Sirius, what happened?’

‘Snape.’

‘Oh.’ The families Black, Potter and Snape had been sent several owls about their sons’

fights.

‘What did you do to him?’

James did not answer, so Sirius said, ‘James said, “Hi Snivellus! You haven’t showered today, either, I see.” Then, Snape punched James in the face.’

‘Oh, James!’ Mrs. Potter sighed.

Author Notes: Don’t think that every chapter will be longer that the first one, because it will not be so, OK? And I know I forgot the owl and the Potions book … Let’s say she did now, when the chapter has ended … And thanks to Celi, who helped me with a little detail!
And I really think I should explain a sentence in the last chapter which caused confusion: ‘Lily had a vague memory of the eldest boy; he had been in Ravenclaw a year below her. If Lily remembered correctly, the girl was blonde and quite tall like Petunia. When she first met her, Lily had decided that she did not like her, only because of the girl’s looks … How mean and judging can you be?’ – Lily remembered the boy vaguely. His sister was blonde. Maybe I did not explain so well – actually I think it is rather dull now while thinking about it.

A Busy Year full of Surprises - Chapter One

2007-07-29T12:02:24Z

Here is chapter one of A Busy Year full of Surprises. I do recommend you to hit the tag 'abyfos' at the bottom of this post, and read the information about the fanfiction first, and then the chapters in the correct order. The story does not follow Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

Chapter One

Two Letters

Lily Evans moved a little in her sleep. The seventeen-year-old girl was a beautiful young woman, and at her school, almost all of the boys thought she was good-looking. Many of them seemed to be in love with her. Lily’s parents told her she had always been sweet. As a baby, she had been loved by the neighbourhood. Her sister, Petunia, had not. If Lily was the colour black, Petunia was white. In almost every thing they could think of, they were different.

Lily loved school. Petunia hated it. Lily had already done half of her summer homework, and now, it was the morning of … Which date and what time was it? Lily sat up and reached after her calendar and her alarm clock. Studying the calendar, she saw that it was the morning of July the twenty-fourth. She looked at the white dot with a black border around it. That means the full moon was last night. Her thoughts immediately went to Remus and what he had had to endure during the night. She sighed. She felt sorry for her best friend.

Remus had been caught by Fenrir Greyback twelve years ago when Remus was five years old. Remus himself had kept his condition quiet from everyone at Hogwarts. Every full moon he used to tell people that he felt sick and needed to visit the hospital wing or that his mother was sick and he needed to visit her. Remus’ best and eldest friends, James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew, discovered in their third year that Remus was a werewolf. Two years later, Remus had confided to Lily that Potter, Black and Pettigrew were unregistered Animaguses. Lily smiled. Maybe James was not really stupid after all, although he certainly seemed stupid when he bullied other people. To herself, Lily hoped that he would stop bullying people and that he had grown up during the summer …

Wait a moment! she thought to herself. Why would I hope that James has grown up during the summer? Why would I feel sympathy? Oh, God, please, what’s happening to me? Why do I all of a sudden think of James Potter? Why can’t I stop thinking about him now?

A brown owl appeared and delivered the day’s edition of the Daily Prophet. Lily got out of her bed and went to her white desk in the right corner. She opened the first drawer and took out her purse. She counted up five bronze knuts and put them into the leather bag that was attached to the owl’s leg. The owl hooted as Lily took the paper, and then flew away.

Well, Lily thought, I’m going to reserve the newspaper for the breakfast. Then Dad will see how hard and irritating it is to try to talk with people that have their noses in a paper all the time. Oh yes! Lily looked at her alarm clock again as she remembered that she had not paid attention to the time when she first had thought about checking it. The thoughts about Remus and his friends had made her forget what she was actually doing.

Remus and Lily had become good friends during the last two years. Those two years … That reminded Lily about her terrible O.W.L. year. She studied ‘all the time,’ according to Lily’s friends. Or friend, actually, the only friend she seemed to have at Hogwarts, the school she attended. She had gone to Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry for five years now, and she was about to begin her sixth year in September this year.

She thought about last year’s Hogwarts’ letter, which had been thicker than normal. When she opened it, a badge with the letter ‘P’ fell out. Oh, how lucky Lily felt then. She actually screamed with joy. Her parents – and sister – fully understood what it meant and that felt great. Even though Lily had thought her sister would not care, she was only half right. Petunia did not care about Lily’s successes; but she really did care about Lily’s misfortunes. Petunia cared about Lily’s adversities because that was the part she could tease Lily with. Yet, such adversities were not ordinary, but rather the opposite. Academically, Lily almost never failed, but it was possible that Petunia might soon fail, and Lily was pretty sure about it. Petunia was a lazy cow, according to Lily, but Lily had never dared saying that out loud.

Lily sat her O.W.L. year. She remembered that time very well. She had been on the verge of a collapse the whole fifth year, worrying about all her tests, homework and even lessons. She just could not calm down! She always thought about studying methods, the charm to get rid of a Boggart – Riddikulus – and how many feet and inches all her homework needed to be… As a matter of practice, Lily had written her essays at least a foot longer than the teacher had told them, and it was often more. Lily’s friends and family always told her she had performance anxiety, but Lily just dismissed it with a wave of her hand. She just wanted to do her best, and saw an ‘Exceeds Expectations’ as a failure. She could not bring herself to even consider getting an ‘Acceptable’ or … She shuddered, she did not want to think of getting a failing grade, such as ‘Poor,’ ‘Dreadful’ or ‘Troll’ … Ugh, she did not like thinking about this. To fail in school was one of her biggest fears.

She remembered the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher from her second year. She had always been very interested in Defence Against the Dark Arts, especially then. It was important to protect oneself now that ‘You-Know-Who’ held the United Kingdom in terror. Lily normally used his real name, Lord Voldemort. Her classmates at Hogwarts, almost every wizard or witch she knew, had always told her to say ‘You-Know-Who,’ and when Lily said ‘Voldemort’ by accident, her friends seemed to become petrified with fear. Lily remembered she had overheard a conversation between Professor Dumbledore, her Headmaster, and Professor McGonagall, Transfiguration teacher, two years ago. Professor McGonagall said something about Voldemort – Lily could not exactly remember what, but that was not important. Dumbledore had said that the ‘fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself.’ Lily tried to convince everybody she knew about the fact, but most people she told did not seem to care, nor believe that Albus Dumbledore had originally said it.

Well, she thought, maybe in this day and age people don’t think their great defender is a nut – Maybe they think saying ‘Voldemort’ is a way of inviting trouble…

‘Breakfast, my princesses! Get up; porridge on the table!’ Lily heard her dad’s shout. ‘You can’t sleep all day! Where are my beautiful daughters? Breakfast!’

Lily got up from the white Gustavian chair she sat in, and went to her door and opened it, just to see her father preparing to shout again. Her dad was quite tall and had green eyes, just like the ones Lily had. He was black-haired though; her red hair came from her mother. Lily’s father, named Christopher Evans, had the same mouth as Lily.

‘Good morning yourself, father,’ Lily smiled. ‘You don’t have to scream outside my room. You know that, don’t you?’

‘Well, honey, I suppose I haven’t got to do that. You’re as lively in the morning as I am. I actually should know that by now.’

‘Yes, I think you should. Why don’t you stand outside Petunia’s room and shout instead? I don’t believe a normal person could sleep so much.’

‘Lily, you know what I think about the word “normal”. There is no such thing as a “normal” person. Every person is unique. There is only one single person in this world that is exactly like you, and that’s yourself. So, you shouldn’t call anyone “normal” or “abnormal”. Haven’t I told both you and your sister that every day since the day you were born? And, I’ve told you this lots of times, haven’t I?

‘Yes, dad, you’ve told me this twice a day for a little more than sixteen years now. I’m aware that “normal” is a matter of perception and every human is unique and created by God.’

‘You’ve gotten it right, sweetheart. I love you, my little baby girl. You have grown too fast. ‘You’re of age now, aren’t you?’

‘Yes – I will turn of age on our seventeenth birthday …’

‘Where are you going after you graduate?’

‘Dunno … We’ll have to see that in about a year.’

- - - - -

Lily sat down at the breakfast table with her father, Christopher, on her right, and Petunia on her left. Her mother, Marion, sat opposite her. Lily’s mother was a beautiful woman. She had the same red hair as Lily had, and Lily had her mother’s brow and ears. Actually the only thing that was different between then was that Lily had green eyes. Her mother’s were blue. Lily thought they were very beautiful, and as a child, she had always been jealous of her mother’s eyes. But now that she had grown up, she knew that you could not get everything you wanted, and that you should be happy with what you had. And so Lily was. She knew that she was lucky to have gotten so much from her mother and couldn’t complain about not getting her mother’s eyes. And that was a lot compared to Petunia, who had grey eyes. Nobody knew were she had gotten them from. She had also blonde hair, and nobody knew where that had come from, either.

Lily sat down on a chair, took a roll and buttered it, while saying, ‘Good morning!’

‘Good morning, dear,’ said her mother. ‘How did you sleep?’

‘Good.’ As Lily had predicted, her father sat with his paper. So, Lily took out her copy of the Daily Prophet and looked at the front page. Oh, thank God, no attacks today.

‘Why do you look so relieved?’ her mother asked.

‘No attacks today,’ Lily answered. She had opened her paper now, so her side of the table was totally covered with it. She thought about Lord Voldemort’s other attacks during the summer; the most recent one was just three days ago in north Scotland. It was terrible. A whole family had been killed just because a ‘pure-blood’ witch had married a ‘half-blood’ wizard – they and their three children: five, ten and fifteen years old were dead. Lily had a vague memory of the eldest boy; he had been in Ravenclaw a year below her. If Lily remembered correctly, the girl was blonde and quite tall like Petunia. When she first met her, Lily had decided that she did not like her, only because of the girl’s looks … How mean and judging can you be?

Lily, she thought, there is no point burying yourself in guilty and grief for that. You know, ‘shit happens, but you have to go on.’ And, the girl didn’t knew what you thought about her; she wasn’t sad because of it … Wait … Am I sure of that? Am I sure she didn’t know? Lily felt even guiltier now. You will never know, plus, she did not know! I told you we didn’t know each other … Well, I didn’t know her, but that’s not an excuse for not blaming … She sighed at her thoughts and continued to read.

But now, she could only think about Voldemort’s attacks. Another attack came into her mind; it had been on the second day home after school. Lily then read about a sixty-five-year-old squib who had been a widow; her husband had been three years older than she was and he had – according to the Daily Prophet – died five years earlier from a heart attack. And then she remembered the Death Eaters that had attacked a Muggle Family and disappeared.

The Ministry of Magic didn’t seem to have much success in their search for Voldemort. They did not report anything in the Daily Prophet, so Lily assumed that it had not gone well. The Prophet only reported things that were good for the Ministry. Lily snorted. She did not like the fact that her only source for news was ruled by the authorities. Brilliant. She put the paper on the table and rolled her eyes up toward their ceiling.

‘What?’ her sister Petunia asked. ‘Is it because one and one makes three, but you think it’s wrong, ’cause you say it’s four?’

‘Ha ha, very funny,’ said Lily with a touch of sarcasm.

‘Isn’t that what you think?’

‘Dad, tell her to stop!’

‘Petunia, honey, stop teasing your sister.’

‘You always do as she says, don’t you?’

‘No, I do not and –’

Lily didn’t hear what her father was going to add, because Petunia became furious.

‘DON’T TELL ME YOU AREN’T ALWAYS DOING AS SHE SAYS! DON’T TELL ME THAT YOU LOVE US BOTH, AND THAT YOU LOVE ME AS MUCH AS YOU LOVE HER, OR THAT YOU LOVE HER AS MUCH AS YOU LOVE ME, BECAUSE THAT’S NOT TRUE! YOU HAVE NEVER LOVED ME AS MUCH AS YOU LOVE THAT,’ she pointed at Lily, ‘BECAUSE THEN, SOMETIMES YOU WOULD TAKE MY PART! AND YOU DON’T DO THAT! NONE OF YOU HAVE EVER LOVED ME, AND YOU NEVER WILL, EITHER! WHAT HAVE I DONE? WHAT DOES SHE HAVE THAT I DON’T HAVE? IS IT BECAUSE SHE IS A WITCH? IT IS, ISN’T IT? ANSWER ME!’

Lily’s father’s face was white. ‘Petunia, dear-’

‘NO! DON’T YOU CALL ME “DEAR”! YOU DON’T LOVE ME! AND DON’T YOU DARE LIE TO ME! YOU’RE ALWAYS KEEPING UP APPEARANCES TO ME, AREN’T YOU? I -’

‘Petunia,’ her mother said calmly but firmly. ‘We do love you both very much, and we actually do take your part –’

‘OH, DON’T PRETEND WITH ME!

‘SHUT UP!’ Lily roared. This was too much for her. ‘Thanks Mum,’ she added as she took her dishes to the sink, quickly rinsed them, and got out of the room as fast as possible.

-----

Lily thought back to the previous summer. It had been just like this one. Petunia had erupted in a similar outburst and Lily had gone to her room for some peace and quiet, which could not be found anywhere else. In fact, while it was not exactly quiet in her room, it was the quietest place in the house..

Lily had closed her door carefully. Suddenly, an owl came into view outside the window.

Oh no, Lily thought. She went to the window and opened it, and the owl came in. The owl was grey and white and had a letter attached to the leg. Oh, no, she thought again. She lifted her shaking hands and freed the owl from the yellow parchment envelope. The owl hooted and flew away. She watched it until she could not see it anymore.

Should she open the letter now, alone, in her room upstairs? Or should she open it downstairs with her mum and dad? Petunia might be there – the same angry Petunia who would probably be happy if Lily didn’t do well. Deciding that it was only right for her parents to see her grades, she ran down the stairs, crying: ‘Mum … Dad …’

‘Yes, honey?’

‘My O.W.L. grades are here.’

‘Oh … Exciting … Do they have different grades than we do?’

‘Yes. There is O, Outstanding, the highest grade; then comes E, Exceeds Expectations; then A for Acceptable. They are the passing grades.’

‘And the failing ones?’ her dad asked anxiously.

‘There is P for Poor; then D for Dreadful; and, at last, T for Troll.’

‘OK … Well … Open it, open it!’

‘I will, I will …’ Lily took the parchment envelope in her hands. She studied the emerald green writing on the front page: ‘Lily Evans’.

‘The O.W.L.s are the most important tests,’ she said.

‘Yes, yes, open it quickly now!’

‘I will, I will.’ And so, with shaking hands, she folded up the parchment in the envelope.

ORDINARY WIZARDING LEVEL RESULTS

Passing Grades:

Outstanding (O)

Exceeds Expectations (E)

Acceptable (A)

Failing Grades:

Poor (P)

Dreadful (D)

Troll (T)

LILY MARION EVANS HAS ACHIEVED

Astronomy: O
Care of Magical Creatures: O
Charms: O
Herbology: O
History of Magic: O
Muggle Studies: O
Potions: O
Arithmancy: O
Ancient Runes: O
Transfiguration: O
Defence Against the Dark Arts: O
Divination: E

‘Lily,’ her mother said, ‘your results are wonderful! Twelve subjects and eleven with the highest grades, and the only one you didn’t make the highest grade on, you made the second highest grade. This is going to be rewarded! What would you like?’

‘Well, Mum, I could use an owl –’

‘What are you going to do with an owl?’

‘Witches and wizards use owls to communicate by something called Owl Post.’

‘It is? Hmm … Where can we get an owl then?’

‘In Diagon Alley.’

‘OK. When should we go there?’

‘When the book list arrives. It will arrive sometime this month, I hope.’

-----

That July was the hottest month in a very long time. Lily and her parents visited many different beaches and lakes, most of them around their home. Petunia did not spend much time with them. She had been angry at both her parents and her sister since the day Lily’s O.W.L. grades had arrived.

Now, it was the end of July of the following year. Lily and her mother lay outside the house, basking in the sunshine. Lily had brought along one of her old school books and was studying. It was a book from her third year. She reviewed it so she wouldn’t forget what she had learned, and she found it very enjoyable. Petunia thought Lily was insane, preferring a school book instead of a ‘normal’ book, as Petunia called them. Petunia did not bother to do any studying, and she only did the least she could get away with if there was an essay for homework. If she had a test, she did not study much. It wasn’t worth talking about her effort to do any homework for her English and French classes and so on. She was very lazy.

Lily loved school. She loved studying and practising and so on. Petunia thought Lily was a ‘nerd,’ but Lily was far too used to Petunia’s insults to care about them. Lily knew that Petunia was just jealous about her grades. When Lily was younger, Petunia had told her that she was not jealous at all, but now that she was older and could recognize her sister’s behaviour better, Lily more and more understood that it was a big, fat lie.

‘What are you thinking about, Lily?’ her mother asked her.

Leaving her private thoughts about her sister, Lily said, ‘The owl flying over there.’ She pointed up in the air and saw a handsome tawny owl. It flew down, landed gracefully on Lily’s chair and stretched out a leg to her. The second letter that month was attached to it.

‘Oh, here comes the book list at last!’ Lily said happily as she freed the letter from the bird’s outstretched leg. The owl immediately flew away. Lily opened the letter and found what she had been expecting: the Hogwarts’ booklist.

Spells: How to Perform Them and How to Stop Them by Rupert Axebanger

Advanced Transfiguration by Agatha Robinson

The Stars by Anthony Friddles

Runes by Runa Aldrad

Muggles’ Lives and Ways by Rohan McDaw

Effective Defence by Kevin Knorr
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 7 by Miranda Goshawk.

When are we going to Diagon Alley?’ Lily’s mother asked.

‘Dunno,’ said Lily. ‘Whenever you want.’

‘OK, let’s say … tomorrow? And we’ve got to buy some Owl Treats for your owl.’

Author’s Notes; This is bound to be the longest chapter I’ve ever written. It’s 3319 words without this Author’s Notes. Applauses to me thanks!
Lily’s quote from Dumbledore, ‘fear for a name increases fear of the thing itself,’ is one of my favourites in ‘Philosopher’s Stone’. I also agree with what Mr Evans said in the beginning about the word ‘normal’.

When typing this into my computer, I want to say that Petunia over-reacted a lot in this chapter, but I enjoyed writing it … :)

And, at last. Anywone curious about updates, planned updates etcetera can look at my ‘writing blog,’ where I am trying to fetch all readers on different archieves/sites where I am linking to my stories to a kind of ‘central.’ That is very good, at my Swedish story, I only had readers at a Harry Potter fan site and two at Fanfiction.net. Now, I do not know how many I have, but anyway, I have the story published at a few places, so that is almost needed. The blog is located on awnswritings [dot] blogspot [dot] com. And, (this is to you who’s reading att fanfiction.net, if you are a registred member), please do write a line in a review (it can be so simple as ‘The story is god/bad,’ only you are reviewing) so I jnow how many readers I have . Thanks! (Unregistred Fanfiction.net-members can simply email me at axel[dot]nyden[at]gmail[dot]com. Like as with the URL to my blog, you replace [dot] with a dot and [at] with an ‘@’.

A Busy Year full of Surprises - Prologue

2007-07-28T23:35:17Z

Here is the Prtologue, hidden under the cut.

Prologue

The seventeen-year-old boy (or man, actually) tiredly gripped his wand. He sighed; he did not like this, not at all. Oh, if he had not been so terrible clumsy as a child … If he just had not been so inattentive then … If he had seen the damned man and had hidden … Very deep inside his head he knew that it was not his fault, but, as most people do, he needed somebody to blame, and in this case, the man found himself easiest to blame.

While he lifted his wand, he focused on the place where he was supposed to spend every painful night and with a funny noise he suddenly stood outside the hut. The hut’s windows had been covered with boards. The place was nearly ramshackle; he had almost destroyed it during the last six years. He thought about the kind old man who had made this shack for him so he could go to the other place. He felt guilty about what he and his friends had done here, right under the old man’s nose.

He smiled. It was strange; the old man hadn’t suspected anything, especially since it had gone on for a couple of years. The werewolf smiled as he went inside the hut. He missed his friends. He sat down on a chair, waiting for the full moon. Whenever he had waited in the past, he had always stuck his nose in a book, but now, he did not. Instead, he checked the watch on his left wrist.

Twenty past eleven in the evening. He wondered why he hadn’t taken it off. He knew that in his soon-to-be transformed state, he could easily destroy it. So, he laid it on the right corner of a table that hadn’t been damaged as much as the other pieces of furniture. It now showed half past eleven. The werewolf sat down. It was going to be a long night. Something told him not to put the watch so irresponsibly on the table. He agreed; as a werewolf, he did not know what he did. He hated it. He did not even know when he hurt somebody.

Then, twenty minutes to midnight, he remembered that he had not bolted the door from the outside. He used to do that on the holidays when his friends were not with him. Then, they explored the village and the mountains, or whatever else came into their minds.

A quarter to twelve. The boy shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He made a grimace. This could not be anybody’s idea of ‘fun’; if anything, it was the opposite. He also thought about his parents’ – especially his mother’s – faces when he left. They were full of compassion, which ached in the boy’s heart.

If I hadn’t been so incredibly stupid, he thought. If I just hadn’t gone near that beast … Here I am, waiting to be transformed … Oh, I’m so clumsy! I don’t like this at all. Please, anybody, help me!

The boy knew that these thoughts were not going to make anything better and realized there were ten minutes left. Well, his thoughts continued, I had better calm down. I’ll be furious while transformed –I just remembered. It won’t exactly be any less painful if I’m angry before I’m transfigured, you know.
So he did what his mind told him to do, and sat down and ‘meditated’, as he called it. He sat with his legs crossed and breathed in … and out … in … out … in … and out … in …
He felt his body shake as a fluffy fur spread on his body. The transformation had just begun.

Author’s Notes; This is the first ‘long thing’ I have written in English, but I’ve written three One-Shots in English, which are located on my fanfiction.net profile. Pen name: awn – Please, don’t be to mean, but do review, please!

Thousands of thanks to my beta reader, Janis, for her help and time, and congratulations to Amanda on her fifteenth birthday that was on 24^th July. I know this is awfully late, but as you say in Sweden; Better late than never. By the way; Janis says that my readers will love the Prologue, and is it because the monologue, I can promise there will be a lot of such.

A Busy Year full of Surprises

2007-07-28T22:50:50Z

This is a story which takes place during the Marauder's seventh and last year at Hogwarts, although I made a major mistake with the plot whilst planning, so I must have Lily in her sixth year. Therefore it is rated AU. Also, it involves sla<sh, but I hope youwill not get thunderstruck by this fact.. It will not be complicant with Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, as it was planned a year before the publication - although just on chapter seven of 21, chapter four during betaing.

My beta reader is Janis from the PerfectImagination. I recommed her to everyone, especially those whose English is xsecond lanugage.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all places and characters, the names et cetera belong to Mrs J.K Rowling, her publishers (there are so much of them, so, well …), and Warner Brothers™. All rights reserved. This is not meant as theft or insult – I wrote it for fun. I own the story.
Raiting: PG-13
HBP spoilers – NOT DH spoilers
Warnings: Slash – male/male – AU
The Prologue is to be posted soon. All the A Busy Year of Surprises chapters will be posted under the tag 'abyfos', soi click on it if you want to read the following chapters.

Welcome to awntheauthor!

2007-07-28T21:33:32Z

This is a place for my fanfiction written in the Harry Potter fandom. Some of it will be spoilers for the latest book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. These ones are going to be given extra warnings and you may enter it on your own risk. I do not want you to complain on my for posting spoilers.

So, Welcome!

My Swedish fanfiction will not be posted here though.

Drabble: 100 words. No more, no less..

One-Shot: 101+ words.

The shortenings I use then:

AU: Alternative Universe. These fanfics does not follow the books somehow. I usually do not write AU which makes Harry a Death Eater and Hermione stupid, but I have written two: One with a mistake of planning and one for a contest, the end of book seven.
SB, RL, HP, GW ... all those: These are initials. Surname and last name. You can work out whom I mean by thinking a bit.
Slash: Male/Male Relationship. Don't like, don't read.
The '/': The '/' is written between two names to show they are together in the fic. From this, 'slash' got its name.
G, PG, PG-13: See Raitings.

Raitings: G, PG, PG-13

G: Suitable for all ages.
PG: Parental Guidance. Recommended for nine-year-olds and above.
PG-13: You should be 13.

There are Deathly Hallows Spoiler fanfiction here but I have warned very much before these.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, all places and characters, the names, et cetera belongs to Mors J.K Rowling, her publishers (there are so many of them, so, well ...) and Warner Brothers. All rights reserved. This is not meant as theft or insult - I wrote it for fun. I own the story.