Writing is so much more fun

writers_support @ 2007-04-09T12:48:00

2007-04-09T16:55:37Z

So... because this is about writing, I figured it'd be an okay place to post this (even if no one has posted in a while). If not, feel free to delete this post or tell me to remove it.

I'm involved with a new HP fanfiction archive that just opened today. It accepts all stories up to an equivalent of PG-13 and all pairings save bestiality and student/teacher. If you need a place to post your writing besides LJ, this would be it.

It's called Spiraling Stairways: http://spiralingstairs.net

I just figured I'd mention it. Thanks!

--Luna

first time in this community...

2006-12-05T05:27:45Z

Title of Fic: untitled
Author: Nynaeve
Summary: Vaguely inspired by My Bloody Valentine by Good Charlotte, featuring Harry/Draco and jealous!Ron.
Main character(s): Ron, Harry, Draco
Rating: R

How could he betray him like this? Harry was his friend. Ever since they were eleven they had kept nothing from each other, and this news brought everything crashing down. A tidal wave of shock. An avalanche of despair. An earthquake that shook the very foundations of Ron's precarious world. A sort of grave, natural disaster in any case. All the truths that held Ron together, truths such as Harry not lying, Harry being a good friend and, most importantly, Harry not fucking Draco Malfoy behind his back all were turned upside down and Ron was drowning. He didn't know what to do.

"Hermione, what should I do?" he whispered. There was no answer. Not that he had expected one. Ron pulled his cloak closer around him, the chill of the graveyard matching the coldness he felt inside. Or perhaps it was just him, because it wasn't that cold in May. A crunching behind him told Ron that someone was coming up the path behind him. He didn't have to turn to know who it was.

"I didn't mean for you to find out that way, Ron," Harry said softly.

"Oh, really?" Ron said, still staring at the headstone. "How did you mean, then?"

A moment passed. Harry sighed and knelt down next to Ron. "It's--"

"I'll tell you what it is," Ron interrupted, his voice rising. "It's a betrayal."

"Ron--"

"Harry, just stop! You knew! You knew how I felt, and you just didn't care!" he shouted. Somewhere along the line he had stood up. His fists were clenched in anger and his face was warm and flushed.

"Ron, not here. Don't do this here," Harry said, standing up as well.

Ron's teeth snapped together. How dare he presume to be respectful, at a time like this? When Ron knew without a doubt that he was just a lying bastard? But that was Harry Potter for you, Ron thought spitefully. Never caring for anyone's feelings but his own. As though that scar on his face branded him as something special. Harry had known how Ron felt about him, but did he ever show that he cared, that he gave a damn at all what pain he caused? Ron wanted to scream at him, hit him, choke him, used his hands and squeeze the life out of him, make him feel a fraction of what Ron felt every second.

"Just tell me why," he pleaded, looking up at Harry, his face a perfect display of anguish.

"Because I loved him," Harry said.

Something very key inside Ron broke at that. "He doesn't love you," he said harshly.

Harry looked at Ron sadly. "Yes, Ron. He does."

Ron looked at the ground. "He can't. Not now, not after everything, he can't...."

When he looked back up, Harry was gone.

Ron knew Malfoy didn't love Harry. It was so obvious! Malfoy and Harry? Ron couldn't even wrap his mind around it. But Harry just didn't understand try as he might to explain it to him (Harry had always been hardheaded), and Ron knew he would have be the one who would prove it to him. No one loved him more than Ron did, and Harry was making a mockery of Ron's feelings. Well, Ron would have no more of it.

He walked down the quiet street, footsteps echoing on the pavement. He opened the door to Harry's flat (because Harry trusted Ron and had the wards keyed to let him in, in case of emergencies).

Ron quickly surveyed the room. There was a mop and bucket in the corner of the kitchen (Harry always forgot to put things away). He graciously wiped his shoes on the mat. Harry had just cleaned the floor; Ron wouldn't want to dirty it.

He made his way through the flat (he knew it well enough to need no light) to Harry's bedroom. The door was wide open (because the small room reminded him of the cupboard under his aunt and uncle's stairs) and Ron went inside.

Harry was sprawled on the bed, limbs flung every which way, pajama top worked halfway off, and sheets tangled in his legs. Ron smiled (some things never changed). He climbed slowly onto the bed, straddling Harry's torso. Harry mumbled something and his eyes fluttered open, then widened in surprise (an expression Ron was familiar with. Harry was so expressive). Before Harry had a chance to speak, Ron dragged the tip of his wand across Harry's throat, cutting deep into the flesh. It was a spell he had learned from Malfoy during the war, and he thought it only appropriate to use it now. Harry gasped for breath (Ron was reminded of that time during the Triwizard Tournament where Harry had almost drowned to save him), spraying drops of blood over the bed and over Ron.

Suddenly, Harry pushed Ron, hard, and he went flying to the ground. Harry reached for his wand, and Ron scrambled to his feet. Ropes burst from the end of Harry's wand (he never had been that good at wordless spells, and didn't know very many) but Ron easily Vanished them as he walked closer to Harry. Harry's eyes were wide and panicked, and when Ron got close Harry threw down his wand and belted him in the face. Ron, went down again. Harry tried to step over him towards the door, but the difficulty breathing and the blood loss were starting to catch up to him and he tripped. His head hit the corner of the wooden bed frame with a sickening crack. Ron crawled over to him and turned him over.

"Harry... Harry..." Ron stood up and cursed. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen, this wasn't how it was supposed to happen at all...

Ron knew Malfoy didn't love Harry. It was so obvious! Malfoy and Harry? Ron couldn't even wrap his mind around it. But Harry just didn't understand try as he might to explain it to him (Harry had always been hardheaded), and Ron knew he would have be the one who would prove it to him. No one loved him more than Ron did, and Harry was making a mockery of Ron's feelings. Well, Ron would have no more of it.

He didn't care about the strange stares he was getting from the Muggles on the street. Let him thing he was a weirdo wearing a robe and carrying a stick, walking around in the pouring rain with no umbrella. The only ones up at this hour seedy sorts, anyway, and no one cared what they thought. Besides, he had more important things to deal with. He opened the door to Harry's flat (because Harry trusted Ron and had the wards keyed to let him in, in case of emergencies).

Ron quickly surveyed the room. There was a mop and bucket in the corner of the kitchen (Harry always forgot to put things away). He graciously hung his wet cloak on the hook and removed his shoes. Harry had just cleaned the floor; Ron wouldn't want to dirty it.

He made his way through the flat (he knew it well enough to need no light) to Harry's bedroom. The door was wide open (because the small room reminded him of the cupboard under his aunt and uncle's stairs) and Ron went inside.

Harry was sprawled on the bed, limbs flung every which way, pajama top worked halfway off, and sheets tangled in his legs. Ron smiled (some things never changed). He climbed slowly onto the bed, straddling Harry's torso. Harry mumbled something and his eyes fluttered open, then widened in surprise (an expression Ron was familiar with. Harry was so expressive). Before Harry had a chance to speak, Ron dragged the tip of his wand across Harry's throat, cutting deep into the flesh. It was a spell he had learned from Malfoy during the war, and he thought it only appropriate to use it now. Harry gasped for breath (Ron was reminded of that time during the Triwizard Tournament where Harry had almost drowned to save him), spraying drops of blood over the bed and over Ron.

"See, Harry? Do you understand? You may think you love Malfoy, and maybe you do, but Malfoy would never love you back. He can't." Harry tried to speak, but couldn't. Ron traced another line with his wand, this time along Harry's jawbone. Harry tried to jerk his head away, but only succeeding in making Ron's hand twitch and cut him deeper. "I know, I know," Ron said absently. "He tells you he loves you, but Harry, can't you see he's lying? He's using you." Ron looked at Harry fondly. "You're the famous Harry Potter, and you'll never be more than an object to him." He traced Harry's scar. Harry made a frantic gurgling noise and arched his body. Ron held him down as blood began dripping down his face. Harry's eyes were huge and panicked and slightly unfocused. Ron, of course, noticed this, and promptly reached over to the bedside table and grabbed Harry's glasses. He placed them ever so gently on his face. Harry blinked madly as blood ran into his eye.

"See, Harry? It could never work between you. Malfoy is fire and you're ice." Harry desperately shook his head. Ron rolled his eyes and twirled his wand between his fingers as though they were having a friendly disagreement about quidditch. "Yes, I know, I know, everyone always says. He's ice and you're fire, but Harry," his expression darkened, "the ice is what gets destroyed in the end, and Malfoy is stronger than you. The fire consumes the ice, and the ice is consumed by the fire, and Harry, Malfoy would never let himself be consumed by you." Ron dragged his wand down, drawing a thin red line directly above Harry's heart. "He's too good for that."

"He knew I wanted you," Ron said.

"What?" spat Draco, with a look of confusion and annoyance on his face. "Weasley? What are you doing here? What are you talking about?"

Ron smiled. "He knew I wanted you, but he betrayed me. He stole you from me."

Draco's face paled. "You mean Harry."

Ron laughed. It was more of a giggle, really. A very scary, demented giggle. "Of course, who else?"

"How did you get in my house, Weasley?"

"Does it matter?"

"Yes. The only person who can get in here besides me is Harry, and I don't see him."

Ron smiled again. "And you won't be. It's alright, I've taken care of everything. You can stop pretending now."

Draco was moving slowly to the side of his bed towards his wand. "What are you talking about, Weasley?"

"Stop pretending you love him! Really, I thought it would be obvious." Ron looked a little put out that Draco hadn't guessed his plans.

"What are you on about, you loon?" Draco started reaching out his arm, very slowly, towards the bedside table.

"Oh, come on, Malfoy. It's so obvious you didn't love him," Ron stated.

"But I do love him," Draco protested. Almost there...

"No!" Ron shouted. "You don't!" He started fumbling in his pockets. "Here, I'll... it's in here somewhere..." Something distracted Draco from his mission to get his wand. Something that had just fallen from Weasley's pocket. Something that he would have recognized anywhere. Something that made his blood run cold.

Harry's hand.

"Ah!" Ron said triumphantly, pulling out a small box. "Found it!"

Draco grasped his wand and lunged at Ron, knocking him to the ground. "What did you do to Harry? What the fuck did you do to him?" he screamed, his wand pointed strait at Ron's forehead.

Ron looked surprised, but not scared. Instead of answering, he opened the box. Inside was a ring. "I got it for you, now that we can be together--"

"Shut up! Shut your bloody trap!" He grasped Ron's head and forced it sideways, towards the bloody hand. "You cut off Harry's hand so you could get in my house?" He yelled. "You sick mother fucker, where is he?"

"He's gone," Ron said, a frown appearing on his face. "It's for the best, he was just in the way."

Draco gave him a look of pure hatred. "Crucio." When Draco finally took the curse off, Ron was on the brink of unconsciousness. "I would kill you right now, Weasley, but I'd rather hand you over to the dementors..." No, no, no, this wasn't right. This wasn't right at all!

"He knew I wanted you," Ron said.

"What?" slurred Draco, with a look of confusion and annoyance at being woken up on his face. "Weasley? What are you doing here? What are you talking about?"

Ron smiled. "He knew I wanted you, but he betrayed me. He stole you from me."

Draco looked curious. "You mean Harry."

Ron laughed. "Of course, who else?"

"How did you get in my house, Weasley?"

"Does it matter?"

"I guess not."

Ron smiled again. "It's alright, I've taken care of everything. You can stop pretending now."

Draco looked confused. "What are you talking about, Weasley?"

"Stop pretending you love him! Really, I thought it would be obvious." Ron looked a little put out that Draco hadn't guessed his plans.

"You mean... Harry's... gone?"

Ron nodded emphatically. He took a few steps foreword. When Malfoy didn't stop him, he sat down on the bed.

Draco looked up at Ron. "You don't know how long I've waited for this. I wanted to leave him, but every time I tried he would... say these things, about how horrible his life had been and how happy he was to have me... he would tell me he loved me, and I just couldn't leave..." He buried his head into Ron's chest.

Ron stroked his hair comfortingly. "I know, he tricked you, but it's alright now. You don't have to lie anymore."

Draco looked up at Ron again, only this time there was a spark in his eyes. "You did this for me?"

"I'd do anything for you," Ron said with complete honesty.

Draco smiled the most brilliant smile and reached his hands up around Ron's neck, pulling him closer and closer...

"Ron? It's time to go," a voice said softly. Ron started. He turned toward the voice. Hermione was smiling sadly at him. "Are you ready?" she asked. Ron stood and brushed the dirt from his knees. He took a last look at the gravestone.

Harry James Potter
(1980-2005)

Simple. Ron knew Harry would have liked it.

Hermione took his arm and lead him back to the black carriage with a golden A on the door. As they neared it, a dementor opened the door from inside. Hermione helped Ron inside. Ron suddenly shivered and pulled his cloak tighter around him, though perhaps it was just him. It wasn't that cold in May. Harry looked over at him sadly from his seat next to him.

"Just tell me why," Ron pleaded, looking over at Harry, his face a perfect display of anguish.

"Because I loved him," Harry said.

Things I'm most worried about in this:
-How Ron's insanity comes off, and how clear it is that the first set of circumstances (Harry's accidental death, and Draco's anger) are what actually happened, while the second (Harry's more romanticized death, and Draco falling in love with Ron) are his fantasies.
-The whole thing with the graveyard, and if that needs more explanation.
-Basically, if there's anything you don't understand at the end of the fic. Any loose strings I haven't tied together well enough, because of course I know exactly what's going on, but I'm not sure how clear it is here.

Any help is loved!

Oh, and if you have any title suggestions, they are love as well!

if you could help me with some ideas for the title, that'd be great, too!

Challenge 2: Parvati and Divination

2005-09-12T11:03:33Z

I figured it was time to post a challenge here again, or just post anything at all really. So yeah, here's a new challenge. Might not be too exciting for everyone, but hopefully some will give it a try. I think I will myself. :)

Parvati stops believing in Divination.
The rest is up to you. If it's just temporary insanity from her, or long-lasting is up to you. So is the length of the fic, but it would be nice if you made it a little longer then a drabble. :)I wanted to make a minor character challenge, as I always find them very interesting.

if anyone have any ideas to challenges, let us know! And continue posting your fics here, or asking for help to them, even if things are a little slow right now.

Beta

2005-08-19T20:26:56Z

My name is Thyme, and I am a writter. I am currently writting a Charlie Weasley/Katie Bell fic (I love weird pairings like that) and I need a beta. Is there anyone here who would like to help me?

If you want to see samples of my older work (from a few years ago) go to here though that website is very out of date I'm afraid. If you can help me please post here.

Chapter 2. The dinner.

2005-07-30T19:42:52Z

The second chapter of my fanfic But I don't care. I have a beta reader now, and I just send it to her to beta it, but I just couldn't resist posting it, even thought it's not beta read yet. I will post the beta read version as soon as it's done, or change it to it then. But you now, please look away from the spelling and grammar mistake you find.

Title: But I don't care. Chapter 2, The Dinner.
Rating: This one is PG I guess. But it will be higher in the coming ones.
Pairings: Remus/Tonks.
Spolier: YES! It's spoiler from book 6.
Summary: Both Remus and Tonks thinks they are gonna eat a good meal with the Weasley family, but when they notice that the other one is there too, it all change.
A/N: Beta read version of this story will come soon.
If you didn't read chapter one, you can find it here: Chapter 1

(Read it here!)

But I don't care! (fanfic, RL/NT)

2005-07-24T18:11:03Z

I have written a new fanfic, without a beta reader to correct the mistakes in it, but I hope it's not too much. I don't have a beta reader at the moment, so if you know someone that wants to beta for me, please let me know.

Title: But I don't care!
Author: Madelene (madeleneg)
Rating: G - PG, or something like that.
Pairings: Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks.
Spolier YES! This fic has spoilers from the HBP book. Beware!
Summary: Is set in the begining of book 6. Tonks looking for the right opportunity to tell Remus about her feelings, but gets suprise when he stumble into her house in the middle of the night.
A/N: Beware again, I have not had this story beta read, so it might be some spelling and grammar mistakes. Please don't point them all out.

(Click here to read it!)

Fics - A question of names and Memories of kisses and lullabies

2005-07-23T21:17:30Z

Just a couple of fics I wrote in the last two days -- both of which I actually like and am therefore posting links to here :) I know I have posted Memories elsewhere, but, hey...!

Title of Fic: A Question of Names
Author: serpentpixie
Summary: Minerva waits impatiently on the edge of the lake for him to arrive. Tom/Minerva. Contains slight HBP references.
Main character(s): Tom/Minerva
Rating: PG13
Link to Fic: Here

Title of Fic: Memories of kisses and Lullabies
Author: serpentpixie
Summary: Afraid of sending her only son back to school for his sixth year, Narcissa visits her older sister, in the hope of receiving some advice. Narcissa/Bellatrix Femmeslash. Set during HBP so contains mention of those events.
Main character(s): Narcissa/Bellatrix
Rating: PG13
Link to Fic: Here

Memory organising/affiliates

2005-07-23T20:28:35Z

I have organised the memories for this community, so that it will hopefully be easy to look for old fics and discussions.
And I wonna ask everyone to be specific in the subject line when posting. It makes it easier that way. Especially discussions and things like that.
Some day soon I'm planning on making banners and codes for this community, and go searching for affiliates. If anyone of our members have any communities/sites that are HP and/or writing related and want to be affiliates, just leave a comment here with a link.

Fic: Different shades of pink

2005-07-23T19:38:29Z

Title of Fic: Different shades of pink
Author: JustAnnie or justams
Summary: Two people can be very alike, yet very different.
Main character(s): Pansy, Parvati (also mentions Lavender, Draco, Padma...)
Rating: G (I think)
No real spoilers I think.

I've been rereading this over and over again, and I'm not sure I'm 100% happy with it, so any advice would be very much appreciated. Or just any comment at all really.

Parvati Patil was standing in front of her, her face determined like she remembered from when they were children. Her eyes were looking into Pansy’s, waiting for her to make up her mind.
They had been friends once, it seemed so strange to think of at times, but they had. They had been more then just friends; practically sisters. Parvati and Padma’s mother even called Pansy the “third twin”. But while Parvati and Padma were twins as twins usually were, Parvati and Pansy were twins in every other way. They liked the same kind of robes, and often dressed in the same. Parvati even cut her beautiful hair so that it would be as short as Pansy’s. Padma thought that stunt was hilarious, but Pansy had a feeling she had been jealous.
It was Pansy and Parvati who borrowed their mother’s makeup, while Padma was reading or spending time with her dad (she was always his favourite). It was Pansy and Parvati the twin’s mother dressed up in the same clothes and took shopping, because Padma wasn’t interested in that.

Pansy had denied they were anything alike for almost four years. Pansy and Parvati had both realised very early on that being sorted into Slytherin and Gryffindor meant the end of their friendship, and Padma was loyal to her sister.
When the Yule Ball came around there was no denying it anymore though; despite being in different houses the two girls were still very much alike at some things. Pansy had realised that when they both showed up in pink dresses, even if they were different shades of pink. But then Parvati had always been the bolder of the two; shocking pink was just the colour she would wear to something like that. It had been even more obvious when Pansy met the twins in the girl’s bathroom, realising her and Parvati had the same Ever-Staying Sparkling lipstick (which should be called Never-Staying non-sparkling lipstick).
The worst part about admitting her and Parvati were alike, was having to admit she had a little Gryffindor in her. Sometimes she wondered why they weren’t put in the same house; why had she been put in Slytherin? Although her family was pureblood and respected, her parents had never really been in league with the Dark Lord. They had never joined him, and never really supported him either. Even if they weren’t too happy about Muggleborns being accepted to Hogwarts they really had nothing against them. Yet, Pansy had been put in Slytherin. Her best friends and her boyfriend had parents who were Death Eaters, or at least supported the Dark Lord and his visions. Pansy had quickly learned their way of thinking, although she had never managed to have the same hatred and dislike for muggle-borns (Hermione Granger being the exception).

Pansy and Parvati had both loved going on daring adventures (it seemed daring at the time at least), and always went further then the other kids around. Padma was only included when their “adventure” wasn’t something they knew they’d get in trouble for. She had been such a Ravenclaw even back then; always planning and thinking out the consequences before deciding if she would come or not. Pansy had been pretty good at tricking her into it, atleast up until Padma knew her too well to fall for her tricks.
Thinking about it, Pansy realised the difference between her and Parvati; Parvati was the first to do things. Pansy was usually the one with the idea and the real ambition to get it done, but Parvati was the one who did it. When they went to the Muggle side of the village it was always Pansy who wanted one of the delicious apples from old Mrs. Hartford’s garden, but Parvati was the one to go in and steal them. If they went ghost-hunting in the old abandoned house at the end of the village, Parvati was the first to enter every room, while Pansy tried to scare her. Padma never wanted to go ghost-hunting; she didn’t see the point as noone had ever really seen a ghost in that house.
When they were caught doing something they shouldn’t, Parvati usually confessed and took the blame; she had learned early on that her parents liked honesty, she only lied if she knew the truth was worse. Pansy would straight away jump into explaining how nothing was her fault, and she sometimes even put the blame on her friends.

Looking at Parvati now she knew they would never be bestfriends again. Even if Parvati was there asking for her help, asking her to fight on her side, she wasn’t doing it for their friendship. She was doing it because she knew Pansy could convince the other doubting Slytherins to come with her. Uniting the houses, like the Sorting Hat had been trying to make them do for a while now.
Parvati wanted to win. She wanted to fight for her friends, her family, her own future, the future of the world. She wanted to keep the good in the world, and was ready to give up a lot for it.
Pansy knew that this could be her last chance of regaining any kind of friendship with Parvati; she grudgingly and unwillingly had to admit that she missed the close friendship the two of them once had.
And Pansy wanted to fight to; it was the adventure in it that caught her interest. And any other choice besides fighting would be to run and hide. Like Draco and his mother had done. But Pansy had never been one to run away. Up until now it seemed given she would fight with the Death Eaters, but Parvati was giving her a choice. So when she finally met Parvati’s eyes, she knew what her answer was, she knew she was going into battle against the people who had been her friends the last few years, although she might be able to persuade some of them to the other side.

Different shades of pink maybe, but still pink.

Inspired by the new book?

2005-07-17T19:04:06Z

First of all I wonna say to people that please do not post spoilers! If you have anything to say about the Half-blood Prince, put it behind a cut, and with a spoiler warning.

So yeah... what I was wondering was if people were inspired by the latest Harry Potter book?
I was a little, but I also realised that several of my planned fics will not fit in at all. I was hoping I'd just have to chance some things, but I think I'll just have to come up with new ones.

I have been inspired to write a Ernie/Hannah fic though. But I need to reread the book before I start it. I'm gonna try to make it a bit angsty, because there aren't many angsy hufflepuff fics out there. Maybe there will be more now though, with Hannah's mother dying and Susan Bones losing her aunt. I know I'll try to write some. :D
And I've just started on a Colin/Luna fic... But I had already planned that one before this book, and nothing happened to ruin my idea, so yay!:D
I'm probably gonna be writing some Parvati fics... I have one that I started before this book, but I think I might be able to use the same idea if I only rewrite it a bit. And it will probably be Neville/Parvati. I'm still in love with that ship.

So what about the rest of you? Were you inspired? or maybe someone have any thoughts on what kind of fics we'll be seeing alot of?

Fight/Action scenes

2005-07-04T09:57:07Z

I need some advice on fight/action scenes in general, not just harry potter.
I've been writing lots of fics for a tv-show called The Tribe, and most of them have some sort of action scene. But the thing is that I'm never happy with any of them.
How do you write everything that's happening in a short period of time without making it too much like a summary, or without making it sound like people are just standing around waiting for their turn to do something? Any suggestions or advice?

Question.

2005-06-20T20:25:26Z

As the release of HBP is drawing near, what do you wish to see more of in the book? I know I want to see more of Percy Weasley and his Rebellion.

Will Harry be angrier, angstier, or just weirder? XD Interesting to think about.

Eep, dead community?

2005-06-10T10:54:40Z

Since there hasn't been much posting, what's everyone up to? Are they going to do much writing over the summer?

Oooh, summer booklists! Recommend a book - it's always fun. :) I recommend Eragon by Christopher Paolini, which is about a boy who finds a dragon egg and then befriends the dragon that hatches from it. And then gets himself into a mess of adventure. The author was fifteen when he started writing it, and nineteen when it was published. (You can colour me jealous.)

Go on, it's your turn. ;)

Weird questions.

2005-05-29T20:03:01Z

All right, people, I have a challenge for you! A fun one, hopefully.

Describe what you think these characters look like, however short or long you prefer:

Vincent Crabbe
Ron Weasley
Seamus Finnigan
Professor McGonagall
Professor Snape

Also, of which character would you like to see in more fic? And why is it popular to write so porny fics in the HP fandom at the moment? Just wondering.

Going away

2005-05-27T20:53:31Z

Hello everyone!
Sorry for not being very active here. I'm going away to Greece for three weeks, and just wanted to say bye first. Maybe I'll have some ideas for this community when I get back. In the meantime, I'm sure inkflowers will keep things going.

And so this isn't completely spam, I have a question.

What is your biggest pet peeve? Or the most common or annoying mistake you see? Could be anything, like characters being OOC, or spelling mistakes... whatever annoys you, not only in HP fanfic, but any kind of stories.

Breaking Up The Marauders

2005-05-22T17:34:33Z

Title: Breaking Up The Marauders (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2378251/1/)
Author: Ruinsul (http://www.fanfiction.net/u/556676/)
Genre: Romance/Drama
Rating: PG-13/T
Characters: Marauders + Lily and two OCs
Summary: "There can't be any Marauder pranks if there aren't any Marauders..."
When the Marauders finally push Lily and her friends too far, they decide to retaliate. But even the most carefully laid out plan can go awry...

Check it out :-)
If you read it, please review at the site! I love feedback!

I'm allowed to post finished fiction on here, right?

If I'm not, I'm really really sorry and just take it off...

Dialogue

2005-05-17T20:49:30Z

Mods, if I'm barking up the wrong tree, just delete.

I've got a problem regarding dialogue punctuation (which myself and three betas have all missed whilst tearing apart my work). What do you do when you need (or just want) to split two sentences with a dialogue tag, but they aren't different enough to warrant a new paragraph?

As a basic primer, I realise that tags are to be treated as part of the sentence, hence:
RIGHT: "You're famous," she said.
WRONG: "You're famous." She said.

And I know that tags in the middle of dialogue are the same way,
Example: "You're," she gasped, pausing for breath, "famous."

But what should I do with two sentences that I put a dialogue tag between? Say I had:
"You've never been in love," she shrugged. "Money equals pain equals love."

These are two seperate sentences, yet the speaker hasn't changed - nor has the ruling thought - so what do I do?

Please help!

Hello!

2005-05-16T04:16:59Z

Hi! I just joined the community, and thought I'd introduce myself. My name is Meghan, I'm 19, and interested in just about everything. I love writing. It is often a catharsis for me *hence the online journal*, and I've recently become interested in fan fiction. I love writing, and reading, short stories, although I love reading anything.

Here's a question:
Is there any weird place you keep pens/paper, in case you get inspired?

I keep a pen in my purse, and often write on my left arm, and I also keep sticky-notes by the bathroom mirror and next to my bed.

writers_support @ 2005-05-15T22:43:00

2005-05-15T21:44:50Z

Since no one has written in here lately, I just had a question to ask you all: What's your writing schedule? When do you write best? How long do you write? What do you recommend is the best amount of time to write if you've a busy schedule/RL crap?

It'd be interesting to compare.

Group chat

2005-05-08T15:47:54Z

If you all want to, what do you say to a group chat? Do you have AIM/MSN/Y!messenger? I think chats every now and then would be nice and then we can get to know each other better.
My AIM sn is desertofdivinity. My MSN is remussirius@hotmail.com, although I don't use that too often (but I can if the majority of us are on MSN).

I hope to talk to you all somehow!

answer to Hermione book challenge

2005-05-07T15:27:11Z

Short little ficlet, just over three hundred words. Am inspired though, so likely to extend this when I have time!

Hermione had never before ventured into the library at Grimmauld Place, thinking it to be a place of dark magic and memories that were better left undisturbed. Today however since they were emptying the house for refurbishment to sell it onto Muggles, she felt they should deal with any magical traces left behind, especially those of the Black family. Of course, her instinct to have her nose in a book had led her to volunteer for the task of emptying the library. The rows of dusty books in the obviously enlarged room took even her by surprise. There seemed to be more books here than orbs in the room of prophecy at the ministry, she shuddered, unwilling to remember that day. To occupy her mind she pulled a small plain book out from between two larger volumes and opened it. It said, in perfect scripture, “The lost days” She stared at it in slight confusion, wondering what days could have been lost and later found to be written down in a book. She turned the page, and almost dropped it.

Dear Hermione,
I am twenty-two years old and a high-security prisoner at Azkaban. You told me the first night you came I would have to write this down, so you would find me. It isn’t hard for I recall every word we shared, even though some of it was nearly fourteen years ago, and at the time your real self was just a Muggle toddler.
Close your eyes Hermione, you will find me. Follow your heart, and know it was you who kept me sane, not Padfoot, you.
Come for me Hermione, here I still live, if only in a lost life.
Sirius.

Hermione shut her eyes, against all the risks, she willed herself away.
The cell was dark and cold and it was raining. The figure in dirty robes huddled into the corner away from all sounds, rocking back and forth as though mad.
“Sirius?”

Challenges

2005-05-07T13:53:53Z

Welcome to the new members! A cosy, multi-coloured metaphysical chair is provided for each of you. :D

Most of you are probably working on various fics, but I think it's always fun to try one's hand at something different for a little while. So, why don't we have various challenges we can try? If any of you think of anything, reply to this post so we can compile a list. There's no time limit, so we can post them whenever. Drabbles are probably easier. What about 200 words? (100 I feel is never long enough for me.) XD Any rating, although remember to say if there's any mature content. Go at it, have fun!

I think I'll start it off.

-Hermione finds a book that is very odd, and suffers the most unusual consequences.

writers_support @ 2005-05-06T10:47:00

2005-05-06T09:54:32Z

Name: Esta Moretti
Favourite snack food: I'm on a diet! - Licorice though, and tomato soup. Or cheese dipped in coffee but I think that's an aquired taste :D
What you would like to see most in a fic: Something I have never seen before.

I am only just beginning in the world of fanfic, having only written original stuff before now. However, behind the cut it a fairly light one-shot set in the summer before OOTP.

Legacy

On the second day of the summer, Fred Weasley was sat opposite his brother, George, at the long table in the kitchen of number 12 Grimmauld place. Apart from themselves, Lupin and Sirius, the house was entirely empty. Mrs Weasley had taken Ron and Ginny back to the burrow earlier that morning to collect more of their belongings, which were to be kept at Grimmauld Place for the summer and Hermione wasn’t arriving for another three days.

Scattered across the table were various scraps of parchment, covered with writing and complex calculations. They were planning their new range of sweets, at the moment, tentatively titled skive-sweets, although that was likely to change.

“What we really need,” muttered Fred, as he scratched out yet another useless calculation, “Is a little help from Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, they’d probably do all this in about a minute.”

“Definitely!” George agreed, “I do wonder what happened to them, you know, why we don’t all buy our products from ‘Marauders inc’”

Fred glanced up at his brother, “You know, I never thought of that. Do you think they’re still alive?”

“Maybe,” George answered after a moment’s thought, “I suppose one of them could be alive. We never knew when they attended Hogwarts, I mean, it could have been a thousand years ago.”

“But something as fragile as the map couldn’t have survived that long, nah, I reckon a hundred years, tops.”

“Fred!” George sounded slightly exasperated, “They created a map that shows everywhere and everyone in the castle, how hard would it be to add a strengthening charm to a piece of parchment?”

“Fair point bro. Just trying to narrow down the search.”

The twins lapsed back into silence, quills scratching faintly on parchment. There was a crash from upstairs, Buckbeak, Fred thought, he knew Sirius was feeding him. He held his breath, awaiting the shrieking of Mrs Black’s portrait. It never came. Fred wondered if Sirius’ mother had really been that bad when she was alive, or whether she had been painted in a particularly bad mood. By Sirius’ reaction to the house though, it would seem that his entire family had been that bad. His thoughts drifted to Harry, who two days ago had given George and himself a thousand galleons for their joke shop. He was glad Harry had found Sirius, he could not imagine growing up without his parents, and after what Harry had been through at the end of the previous year, he knew he needed a father figure.

He had been shocked the first time he met Sirius, especially as he had been a dog named Snuffles for at least an hour, before he changed back into human form. A thought occurred to Fred then, one that neither he nor his brother had ever managed to come up with.

“Animagi!” He said, causing George to jump and splatter ink on his most recent calculations.

“What?”

“Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs. They all relate to animals, they were animagi!” In all the hours he and George had spent puzzling over who the Marauders were, Fred couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of this before, “Wormtail, an animal with a worm-like tale, a mouse, possibly, or a rat. Prongs, antlers, some form of deer I would say.”

“Padfoot, that could mean anything, a creature with paws.” George mused.

“Large paws, by the sound of it, silent and deadly. Wouldn’t want to meet him down a dark alley.”

“You’ll like the next one less,” said George, “What creature is most often related to the moon?”

Comprehension dawned on Fred’s face, “So Moony either was a werewolf, or his animagus form was that of one. I didn’t think that was possible.”

“It isn’t.” A voice from the doorway made both of them jump. Lupin laughed at their reaction, “A werewolf is a creature that can only come about through biting, it isn’t possible to recreate that as an animagus. Who were you talking about?”

Fred felt his racing heart slow down somewhat; he didn’t think Lupin would approve of the marauders, “Oh, no-one really, we were trying to work on something for school.”

Lupin raised an eyebrow, but didn’t press the matter, instead he said, “I’m just nipping out, Sirius is still with Buckbeak, so if he asks tell him I won’t be long.”

“Certainly,” answered Fred, “May we enquire as to where you are going?”

Lupin stared at him quite sternly, but seemed vaguely amused, “No.”

Fred shrugged, “Worth a try, don’t ask don’t get.”

“Or know in this case,” commented George.

Lupin smiled slightly, as though remembering some long forgotten event. He turned and left through the front door. The house returned to an eerie silence.

“Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs.” Said Fred musingly, “Werewolf, mouse, big pawed creature, deer.”

“Stag.” Said George.

“What?”

“Antlers, only male deer have antlers, Prongs was a stag.”

“Or an antelope, or another foreign creature with antlers.”

The twins returned to their silence and calculations. For nearly twenty minutes the only sound was the scratching of parchment and the ticking of the clock on the mantelpiece.

Quite suddenly there was a sound from upstairs, both twins looked up towards the ceiling, then, startled at each other as Sirius’ voice floated down from above.

“Moony! Moony! MOONY!” footsteps echoed on the stairs and Sirius entered the kitchen looking flustered, “Moo- oh, hello boys, I’d forgotten you were here, I don’t suppose you’ve seen Remus anywhere have you?”

Fred and George merely stared at him.

“Uh, Fred, George – Remus?” Sirius seemed somewhat bemused by the twin’s reaction to him, “Are you alright?”

It was George who came to his senses first, “Hmm? Remus? Said he was going out or something, he won’t be long.”

Sirius gave them a very peculiar look but did not think it wise to ask questions, the Weasley twins were far too much like he was at school. He made a mental note to watch his back from now on, thanked them and left. There was complete and utter silence for several long minutes whilst the reality of what had just been discovered sank in.

“Well I think we just solved a major puzzle,” said Fred, wonderingly, “Who would have thought it eh? Professor Lupin, a marauder! And Sirius, the dog. Padfoot! I wonder who the other two were.”

“I still wonder why they didn’t set up their own joke shop, what happened to the others that kept them from it?”

“Something bad I expe-” Fred stopped.

“What?” said George.

“I overheard Mum talking, ages ago, she used the names Sirius and James in the same sentence-” Fred broke off as his mind tried desperately to catch up with where he was going.

“James?” George sounded incredulous, “As in James Potter? Father of Harry Potter?”

“Yes,” said Fred softly, “that James. And I’ll bet you anything he was Prongs. I can’t picture him as Wormtail somehow.”

There was silence again.

“We gave it back.” Said George, suddenly, “The Marauders Map, we gave it to Harry.”

“Do you think he knows?” asked Fred.

“He Knows.” A hoarse voice said from the doorway, sometime during their conversation Lupin had returned, “We told him the night Sirius escaped the dementors a year ago.”

“Good.” Said Fred finally, “He deserves to know.”

Lupin gave him a half-hearted smile and turned to leave.

“Wait.” George’s voice called him back, “Forgive me for being presumptuous, but we were wondering if you could-” he hesitated, unsure of how to proceed, “What animal was James? And-” he hesitated again, “Who was Wormtail? What became of him?”

“James was a stag.” Lupin answered shortly, “And Wormtail,” he spat the name, “Wormtail was a rat, an ordinary, common, garden rat, he was the Weasley pet for twelve years. His name is Peter Pettigrew, and it was because of him that the dark lord was able to return, it was because of him that an innocent man spent twelve years in Azkaban, and because of him that a fifteen-year-old child was orphaned at the age of one. I lost my life to him, that fat, ugly, pathetic excuse for a boy took away everything from so many people.”

“Scabbers?” said Fred, wonderingly, “Scabbers did that?”

“That was his name here?” said Lupin, as though he already knew the answer.

“Ron said he died. He never really mentioned it.”

“We all thought he was just upset. And he got the owl instead.” George looked shocked.

“I thought he might appreciate something to replace his rat.” Sirius slipped through the doorway into the kitchen, “It was my fault after all.”

“Not really,” said Fred, “at least, no more than you could blame Percy for finding him in the first place.”

“And anyway,” added George, “It’s rather better to find out sooner, rather than waiting until Peter Pettigrew transformed in the middle of the common room.”

Sirius and Lupin shuddered simultaneously.

“That,” said Sirius, “is not a nice thought.” He bent over the parchment in front of Fred, staring thoughtfully at it, “What do you think, Moony?” He asked Remus, before turning back to the calculations, “Shame Prongsy isn’t here, he’d tell you that in about a second.”

Remus laughed softly, coming to stand behind Sirius, “Isn’t this just a variation on the transfiguration we did on McGonagall?”

“Which transfiguration?” asked Sirius, “There was considerably more than one.”

“Sixth year. We got a week of detentions, which wasn’t really fair. Good transfiguration that was.”

Sirius laughed, “Oh. That transfiguration. James figured most of that himself. Can you remember it?”

“Naturally.” Said Remus, “I watched him write it down.”

“Ah, good old Moony, always remembers everything he reads.”

Remus laughed again and picked up the quill that had been discarded on the table. Slowly he began to make alterations to Fred’s original calculations, “You have to reverse the formula here, see? Which will then create an entirely different result.”

“Oh.” Said Fred.

Sirius laughed, “don’t worry mate, took Prongs nearly three months to do that, I think we just saved you some vital time.”

“And parchment.” Said George.

Remus looked at him slightly strangely, “Prongs used to say that.”

“I wonder how much parchment we did use up in the end.” Pondered Sirius.

“Too much. Is that OK for you boys?” said Remus, “Just ask if you want anymore help.”

“We will.” Said Fred.

“Yes,” added George, “thank you.”

“Padfoot and Moony are always glad to be of service.” Sirius made an elaborate bow, knocking several inkbottles to the floor where they shattered spectacularly.

“Padfoot!” Remus yelped, as his feet were splashed with ink, “I swear, your mental age hit a hiatus when you were twelve!”

“Better than being an old man, my dearest Moony.”

“Liking books does not make me an old man!”

“Does.”

“Does not!” Remus pushed Sirius out of the door, in a manner more reminiscent of their childhood days, leaving in their wake a stunned and silent pair of twins.

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What inspires you?

2005-05-06T08:58:24Z

Just thought I should post something.

What inspires you when you write?
Listening to music? Reading books or others fanfics? Walking around in a beautiful park? Whatever it is, share it.
Maybe we can all get ideas from each other.

I get inspired from alot of different things. Very often it's music that starts an idea in my head. And sometimes it's just a character or pairing that gives me many ideas. I think that in the HP writing, Parvati Patil has been my biggest inspiration, lol. she's just such a fun character to write.

Greetings!

2005-05-05T20:11:45Z

Hello and welcome! Pull up a chair! Er, you're already sitting on one, aren't you? Anyway, have a metaphorical muffin and make yourself comfortable.

I'm Maren, nineteen years old and a part time HP fan fiction writer. I say part time because I haven't written any fic that was longer than a page and posted it in a long time. Since I'm doing volunteer work, taking care of children, I don't have much time. Most of the time, real life interferes with our writing process. Where do we find the time? And also, I have realized recently that communities of friends are a good thing. Hence why I (and justams, my lovely co-mod) created this community.

So, let's get to know each other. Perhaps a brief questionaire?

Name:
Favourite pairings/genres to write:
Links to fics:
Favourite snack food:
What you would like to see most in a fic:

Feel free to ask any writing related question, or promote your fics - I would like new things to read! Please treat other people kindly and be as crazy as possible. Crazy = good, imo.

Looking forward to getting this community rolling,
Maren inkflowers / Annie justams