Thanks for checking out my stuff, and I do hope you enjoy it. I'm currently inactive in the world of fanfic, but please check out my wizard rock project, Snidget, at myspace.com/goldensnidget.
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Thanks for checking out my stuff, and I do hope you enjoy it. I'm currently inactive in the world of fanfic, but please check out my wizard rock project, Snidget, at myspace.com/goldensnidget.
Where does Bellatrix's love for the Cruciatus Curse stem from? Why does she continue to torture those around her? Spite...power...or merely pleasure? Submerge yourself in the mind of a lunatic who prides herself in perfecting the human condition...(includes torture, sadism, and blood...read at own risk)
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter." The man smiled as he reached out a welcoming hand. "And who are you?" "Brian. Brian Harrison," the boy lied. He could feel the sadness rise in him as they shook hands, as if meeting for the first time.
A poem written for a challenge, using the Killing Curse as a theme.
In death, Sirius finds memories, and meetings, and closure.
One-shot. Ron plays chess with Harry while contemplating ruthless choices and actions. HBP spoilers.
Pansy has seen the prostitutes’ area in Moscow; she has seen the poverty of American society’s forgotten quarters; she has said goodbye to too many things. And in the beginning she called it freedom to be on the run, but after watching herself die twice she has to reconsider what freedom really is… Pansy/Luna femslash, with mentions of Pansy/Blaise and Pansy/Draco. Character death (somehow) and lots of angst.