So here's some more of Theatre of Conflict, 'cause that's the one that came in second in that poll I did lo these many weeks ago.

This bit's rather short, and skips over several scenes that I will be writing and posting at a later date; mainly scenes that have to deal with MWPP.

Anyway.  Here's the fic.

The Scrimgeour-Black Coup took place in ( Read more... )

And finally, the plot is beginning to pull itself together.

I feel accomplished.

Chapter Fifteen: Only the Dead Were Smiling

"And the stone word fell
On my still-living breast.
Never mind.  I was ready.
I will manage somehow.

Today I have so much to do.
I must turn my soul to stone;
I must learn to live again."
     -Anna Akhmatova, The Sentence

The walk to ( Read more... )

...because yes, I am still working on that.  Mad props to the wonderful
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Seventy-Five Words on Courtesy

It's not Sirius' fault that he has no manners.  Oh, he knows which fork to use, and how to address everyone from the Minister of Magic to a visiting Bedu magician from Saudi Arabia - but he has never been taught consideration of others, never been taught to employ simple courtesy.  Those were the two things drilled ( Read more... )

Fifty Words on Bravery

Remus is brave because he can and does accept the unacceptable, the unbearable.  Peter has learned to put aside his fear, while James has never been afraid of anything in his life.  Sirius has a desperate, furious bravery that consists mainly of defiance; of stubborn anger that refuses to die.

For some reason, I've been writing MWPP fic like mad.  Here's some more of it.  This attaches directly to the end of this part of the DWYS backstory.

more backstory from first year -- DWYS-verse:

"Yet here was one who had no need to die
To be remembered. Every word [he] said,
The lively malice of the hazel eye,
Scanning the thumbnail close -- oh, ( Read more... )

The following is the product of my vacation.  I know I was supposed to be writing DWYS, but this happened instead.  It's AU as of the Deathly Hallows release, but contains NO spoilers.  It's probably extremely crack-tastic, or will turn out to be -- it's WWII-era HP-verse fic, probably because I was reading William Shirer while on vacation.

This is ( Read more... )

More silliness from MWPP.  This, too, was written for
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This is a short, silly thing that I wrote earlier for
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This was originally planned as a two-part chapter; however, as my laptop committed hari-kiri two days ago, I have decided to post what I have in the Internet-time allotted to me.

Thus, without further ado...

Chapter Fourteen: And the Dark Street Winds and Bends

“Among the red guns,
In the hearts of soldiers
Running free blood
In the long, long, ( Read more... )