My fics
Fandom was not for me. I never planned to write fic. I was going to write one tiny little thing for a dear friend as a present, and that was it. That was hundreds of thousands of words ago. WTF, Brammers? Oh well, at least it's mostly decent stuff!
Sins of the Fathers Series
This came about by pure accident, I read Sansa's 20 Random Facts about Scorpius Malfoy and it just spoke to me. It said: obey libby_drew and write her fic based on these facts. So I did, and was grateful it had not said "assassinate a world leader for fun and profit!"
Scorpius Malfoy has known who the Potters are since he was a young boy, which is odd in a way, since he isn't too sure about one of his own grandfathers. When Albus Potter tells him they need to be friends, Scorpius's agreement sets in chain a longer sequence of events than either of them would have guessed, and one with echoes into the past. Epilogue compliant, two small AU touches.
part one
part two
part three
part four a
part four b
Fathers Who Could Do with a Spot of Sinning
Sequel to the above, partly prompted by the fact that anthimaeria threatened to hit me over the lack of H/D resolution. Finally finished! Ignore the fact that Part three is about 50,000 words, I said it would be a three-part story, and so it is!
Harry Potter is not known for accepting no as an answer, but Draco Malfoy is not known for being an impetuous fool. And it would be more than foolish to throw away a hard-won friendship built on respect. Draco is thinking of having business cards printed with that sentiment so that he can place them in strategic spots to remind himself throughout the day.
part one
part two
part three A
part three B
part three C
part three D
part three E
These Fragile Bonds
This is the one that started it all, in fact, just chapter one, which was to be a one-shot, never to be repeated deal. Oops. Written for the magnificent and delightful GBrampton whose It's Our Choices was the first HP fic I read (nearly the first fic, but since I have decided that Anne Rice writes only dodgy fic for invisible canon, I am giving the title to her.)
When you could be dead at any moment, you take kindness and solace where you can find them. That's not the same as love. Not at all. But you can't help feeling a small amount of responsibility for the boy you're shagging, can't resist making things a little easier for him. It's just a thing, another daft choice in a long string of them. You know that Harry feels the same way. HBP compliant, wholly AU afterwards.
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four is all but written but has been put on the backburner until I finish everything else up and can come back to this in a rush.
Beneath Boundless Skies
I'm not sure what possessed me to enter the HP World Cup. If I was younger I would blame alcohol, but as it was I can only suggest temporary madness. Of course, the minute I made a team, everything went to hell in a handbasket. My magazine closed, my cat began to die, my team all had even worse problems ...
Maybe it was my fault for choosing the Death card. Death in the tarot is a card of change, of renewal. I wanted to make the H/D in this story organic, while in some way logical. It seemed such a stretch putting them into a sane relationship in the post-DH world, and then it occurred to me: what do British boys do when they need a break? They go to Australia. What do English people do in Australia? Relax and shag. Perfect!
Oh, so I accidentally killed an older-gen character I love. It was the Death card!
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Snatched
This was my story for the 2008 AS/S fest. The recipient wanted adult Albus and Scorpius, the latter with glasses and Lily as a best friend. And a live Snape. I suspect she would also have preferred something romantic and smutty. She got this instead. Sorry. I make up for what I lack in smut with international politics and useful Finnish phrases!
Scorpius Malfoy has always brought out the idiot in Albus Potter. For the past seven years they’ve dealt with this through a cunning application of denial. Now James Potter’s life is being threatened, and everything else is swept to one side as they try to beat the most literal deadline any of them have ever faced.
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Of Great Price
Another fest fic, this time for the first Darkfest. It follows Sirius Black's life as it comes together and falls apart. From 1971 to 1981, he learns love, trust and friendship, then fear, despair and betrayal. JKR gives only hints (ones that I feel completely allow for a Sirius/Remus reading, BTW) about the world that the Marauders grew up in, and how the four of them grew up in such different ways. Lily Evans, Severus Snape and Regulus Black all make guest appearances, along with sundry other, including Moody. This may actually be my favourite of all the fics that I have written, even though I can see its several flaws
Part one of four
For the Public Good
Written for the 2008 hd_holidays fest, despite me saying I would never fest again. Perhaps that's why what was meant to be a very serious political fic turned into the best-written piece of comedy I've managed so far. I would like to pretend there are hidden deep meanings here, in fact, there are merely a load of jokes about Peter Mandelson and loads of lunches.
Part one
Part two
Part three
Little Red Courgette
Politics again. This time Draco is in charge of making sure that wizarding produce all meets the exacting standards set down for it in legislation. Harry Potter appears just in time to complicate most aspects of Draco's life, which you might think would lead to serious consideration of the interactions between law enforcement and regulation in the wizarding world. In actuality, it's 31,000 words of dreadful puns and smutty innuendo, with genius cartoons by raitala
Part one
Part two
Part three
And Save Me From Bloody Men
Most of the time I write stories that are at heart comedic, or romantic. This one is 10,000 words of harsh slightly Atwoodian political satire set in a dystopian America. With about five quite good jokes and two somewhat romantic scenes. Written for hp10k, it's not the fun-fest most of my writing is. But it is a good, tight tale!
Here at the hp10k_showcase.
An Act of Simple Devotion
This was my accidental fest fic. The lovely nqdonne put out a call for an emergency pinch-hitter, and, in a fit of lunacy, I put my hand up. It was fine, there was a 14-day deadline, I'm a journo: easy! Except it was over Christmas and I spent 10 days travelling and sewing. This was a mistake on my part. As a result I did not write the 150,000 word fic this secretly wants to be, instead it's a 13,500 word glimpse into the world, but I still rather like it (and will almost certainly revisit it.)
The Battle of Hogwarts is done. In a quiet corridor away from everyone's eyes, Harry Potter takes a few moments to cry for everything he's lost. Draco Malfoy would have laughed at that two years ago. He doesn't laugh at things so readily these days. Besides, he's a prefect, and he should show some kindness. Contains a Young Persons Guide to Rebuilding Safe Societies After War, Justin and his amazingly impressive yacht, relaxed!Hermione and the Church of St Potter, bringing light into lives since 1998.
Nineteen Seventy-nine
Another accidental fest fic. And Marauders' era, to boot. Worse still, it's Regulus Black/Lily Evans. And yet, if I say so myself, I think this one is rather good. Told through the eyes of Regulus as he realises that practically everything he believed in is wrong and that the one person he can count as a friend is a red-haired acquaintance. The worst thing about writing this fic was knowing that my hero was doomed doomed doomed. Bloody JKR. I love her, but she is cruel.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Marginal Notes
You're going to find this hard to believe, but I really didn't mean to enter this fest, either. Having said that, I foolishly scanned the prompt list, saw that one of my lovely flistees was going without, and had a BRILLIANT IDEA for a wonderful fic set in St Mungo's with loads and loads of Hermione and Ron on the side, and a really insightful Draco and a mostly unconscious Harry (this bit may have been due to talking with calanthe_fics and raitala a bit too much, the rotters). Tragically, that fic remains unwritten. The real world went all to pot and I spent two months doing the work of 2.8 people before buggering off to Europe for a month, where I instead produced a sweetly amusing little bit of Eight Year fic in which people get better, eventually. My fave part of this one was Astoria Greengrass, who doesn't actually have that many lines, but produces Bingo cards for people to fill in as Draco attempts to reconstruct his life now that a career as an Evil Minion is off the table. Here's one of her Bingo cards if you're interested.
Of Hoof Picks, Centaurs and Flight
You're sensing a pattern, aren't you? Yet another pinch-hit for hd_hols. It's politics again, but with a chance to use some of a bit of the horsey stuff still clogging my brain years since I last owned one. As the summary has it: Harry has promised that he will not do anything to upset the new head of Magical Creatures. Even if it is Draco Malfoy. When three centaur foals appear in Cumbria, far from the Forbidden Forest and all too close to Muggles, Harry’s promise is thoroughly tested. To say nothing of his equestrian skills.
The Consolations of a Summer's Day
I had really and truly sworn off doing fests, but the prompt for this one asked for Draco to be captured by the Estonian Aurors, and you know what I am like when it comes to Estonia! So I mentioned to my friend treacle_tartlet that this prompt seemed to be calling to me, and she was enormously supportive of the idea I should just do it. It took me a week to work out it was her prompt …
The original idea called for Draco to be on the run, which called for a crime, and I am afraid I offed Pansy Parkinson in a fit of madness. But Millicent stepped up magnificently to the plate to ensure a strong female supporting cast, and I was finally able to write the Kreacher I had always imagined after Book 7. As the original request had it, there is some angst along the way, but it was for Smoochfest, so there's a happy ending, too.
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
A Young Radical's Guide to Love
I REALLY DID MEAN TO ENTER THIS FEST! Of course, I also meant to have a life that allowed for sleep and travel and ukulele practise, as well as a spot of writing. I'll never learn … It was the last hd_holidays, and I received the lovely cassie_black12 for my giftee. I have been a long-time fan of hers, so decided to actually plan ahead. I may have been slightly carried away. It ended up 66,000-odd words of politics.
The original synopsis stands - "Memories of the war are still fresh, which is all the excuse Decent People need to do appalling things. In this quietly waged conflict, Draco Malfoy is happy to be on the right side of things for once, and even happier to find he’s not alone." But I would add that Ron ended up being one of my favourite characters in this story. I think he has hidden depths! The fact that it was finished in time for the fest (not for the deadline, but for the fest) is thanks entirely to raitala. She's the best.
Part one of eight
Decline and Fall
serpentinelion is a writers community that invited me to join it. I'm not sure why, I suspect some of the mods were drunk one day and thought it would be fun to have someone really short around to feel taller than. Of course, having joined, I then had no idea what to do about it. It seemed strangely presumptuous to repost stories there. So I did nothing, until they had a short story fest. Stories should be one to five hundred words, said the rules, and based on a series of prompts. I chose Rome. The link also has links to all the other stories and the artwork done for that minifest, too. Er ... it's not funny. It's actually a bit angsty. And you can read it any way you like, that's intentional.
Tidings of Comfort
Draco Malfoy has been coming to sit in St Paul's for a few weeks now. He isn't looking for salvation or forgiveness, just quiet and space to think. When he meets a familiar figure on the steps of the cathedral one winter evening, it's better than anything he'd thought of wishing for at Christmas.
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
Sequel to Tidings of Comfort. Draco hasn't been seeking refuge in religion, just in London's most famous church. The fact that it's on the daily route of Britain's most famous Auror is total coincidence, he's really there for the music.
Small Regrets
Another short fic: Draco apologises to Ron. Hermione is glad she was there.
Albus Dumbledore: The Musical (aka DUMBLEDORE!)
It will come as no surprise to anyone to discover that this is crack of the crackiest kind. I blame pushdragon for making me miserable by leaving fandom.
It's a Blunderful Life
jadzialove is my wonderful beta and I think she's great. For her birthday I riffed on a film she and I both love, and even managed to sneak in a little touch of Snarry in the night.
Draco Malfoy has had enough of the slings and arrows of, oh, you know. Which is why he is standing by the edge of the Serpentine Bridge wondering whether or not one should load one's pockets with stones. Having an angel second class leap by at this point would have been a distinct improvement on the guide he actually receives. With apologies to Frank Capra, and no dire warnings.
Pushing the envelope
Another short gift fic. Percy Weasley is inspired by Romilda Vane's newly rebadged Ministry!, not to mention her flashing eyes and lustrous hair, but old habits die hard for Ms Vane. A very foolish birthday present sequel to norton_gale's very fabulous Unfinished Business.
A Man of Middling Morals
NOT HP! This was written for Yuletide 2007, because my Canadian friend is good at convincing me to do things. It's the BBC's Robin Hood, and contains no slash, but lots of Djaq. Alan A Dale is on the spot when Djaq is kidnapped by Gisborne. It's a chance to appear manly and heroic in front of the only single woman he has regular contact with. Contains resourceful!Djaq and stoned!Gisborne.
Sins of the Fathers Series
This came about by pure accident, I read Sansa's 20 Random Facts about Scorpius Malfoy and it just spoke to me. It said: obey libby_drew and write her fic based on these facts. So I did, and was grateful it had not said "assassinate a world leader for fun and profit!"
Scorpius Malfoy has known who the Potters are since he was a young boy, which is odd in a way, since he isn't too sure about one of his own grandfathers. When Albus Potter tells him they need to be friends, Scorpius's agreement sets in chain a longer sequence of events than either of them would have guessed, and one with echoes into the past. Epilogue compliant, two small AU touches.
part one
part two
part three
part four a
part four b
Fathers Who Could Do with a Spot of Sinning
Sequel to the above, partly prompted by the fact that anthimaeria threatened to hit me over the lack of H/D resolution. Finally finished! Ignore the fact that Part three is about 50,000 words, I said it would be a three-part story, and so it is!
Harry Potter is not known for accepting no as an answer, but Draco Malfoy is not known for being an impetuous fool. And it would be more than foolish to throw away a hard-won friendship built on respect. Draco is thinking of having business cards printed with that sentiment so that he can place them in strategic spots to remind himself throughout the day.
part one
part two
part three A
part three B
part three C
part three D
part three E
These Fragile Bonds
This is the one that started it all, in fact, just chapter one, which was to be a one-shot, never to be repeated deal. Oops. Written for the magnificent and delightful GBrampton whose It's Our Choices was the first HP fic I read (nearly the first fic, but since I have decided that Anne Rice writes only dodgy fic for invisible canon, I am giving the title to her.)
When you could be dead at any moment, you take kindness and solace where you can find them. That's not the same as love. Not at all. But you can't help feeling a small amount of responsibility for the boy you're shagging, can't resist making things a little easier for him. It's just a thing, another daft choice in a long string of them. You know that Harry feels the same way. HBP compliant, wholly AU afterwards.
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four is all but written but has been put on the backburner until I finish everything else up and can come back to this in a rush.
Beneath Boundless Skies
I'm not sure what possessed me to enter the HP World Cup. If I was younger I would blame alcohol, but as it was I can only suggest temporary madness. Of course, the minute I made a team, everything went to hell in a handbasket. My magazine closed, my cat began to die, my team all had even worse problems ...
Maybe it was my fault for choosing the Death card. Death in the tarot is a card of change, of renewal. I wanted to make the H/D in this story organic, while in some way logical. It seemed such a stretch putting them into a sane relationship in the post-DH world, and then it occurred to me: what do British boys do when they need a break? They go to Australia. What do English people do in Australia? Relax and shag. Perfect!
Oh, so I accidentally killed an older-gen character I love. It was the Death card!
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Snatched
This was my story for the 2008 AS/S fest. The recipient wanted adult Albus and Scorpius, the latter with glasses and Lily as a best friend. And a live Snape. I suspect she would also have preferred something romantic and smutty. She got this instead. Sorry. I make up for what I lack in smut with international politics and useful Finnish phrases!
Scorpius Malfoy has always brought out the idiot in Albus Potter. For the past seven years they’ve dealt with this through a cunning application of denial. Now James Potter’s life is being threatened, and everything else is swept to one side as they try to beat the most literal deadline any of them have ever faced.
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Of Great Price
Another fest fic, this time for the first Darkfest. It follows Sirius Black's life as it comes together and falls apart. From 1971 to 1981, he learns love, trust and friendship, then fear, despair and betrayal. JKR gives only hints (ones that I feel completely allow for a Sirius/Remus reading, BTW) about the world that the Marauders grew up in, and how the four of them grew up in such different ways. Lily Evans, Severus Snape and Regulus Black all make guest appearances, along with sundry other, including Moody. This may actually be my favourite of all the fics that I have written, even though I can see its several flaws
Part one of four
For the Public Good
Written for the 2008 hd_holidays fest, despite me saying I would never fest again. Perhaps that's why what was meant to be a very serious political fic turned into the best-written piece of comedy I've managed so far. I would like to pretend there are hidden deep meanings here, in fact, there are merely a load of jokes about Peter Mandelson and loads of lunches.
Part one
Part two
Part three
Little Red Courgette
Politics again. This time Draco is in charge of making sure that wizarding produce all meets the exacting standards set down for it in legislation. Harry Potter appears just in time to complicate most aspects of Draco's life, which you might think would lead to serious consideration of the interactions between law enforcement and regulation in the wizarding world. In actuality, it's 31,000 words of dreadful puns and smutty innuendo, with genius cartoons by raitala
Part one
Part two
Part three
And Save Me From Bloody Men
Most of the time I write stories that are at heart comedic, or romantic. This one is 10,000 words of harsh slightly Atwoodian political satire set in a dystopian America. With about five quite good jokes and two somewhat romantic scenes. Written for hp10k, it's not the fun-fest most of my writing is. But it is a good, tight tale!
Here at the hp10k_showcase.
An Act of Simple Devotion
This was my accidental fest fic. The lovely nqdonne put out a call for an emergency pinch-hitter, and, in a fit of lunacy, I put my hand up. It was fine, there was a 14-day deadline, I'm a journo: easy! Except it was over Christmas and I spent 10 days travelling and sewing. This was a mistake on my part. As a result I did not write the 150,000 word fic this secretly wants to be, instead it's a 13,500 word glimpse into the world, but I still rather like it (and will almost certainly revisit it.)
The Battle of Hogwarts is done. In a quiet corridor away from everyone's eyes, Harry Potter takes a few moments to cry for everything he's lost. Draco Malfoy would have laughed at that two years ago. He doesn't laugh at things so readily these days. Besides, he's a prefect, and he should show some kindness. Contains a Young Persons Guide to Rebuilding Safe Societies After War, Justin and his amazingly impressive yacht, relaxed!Hermione and the Church of St Potter, bringing light into lives since 1998.
Nineteen Seventy-nine
Another accidental fest fic. And Marauders' era, to boot. Worse still, it's Regulus Black/Lily Evans. And yet, if I say so myself, I think this one is rather good. Told through the eyes of Regulus as he realises that practically everything he believed in is wrong and that the one person he can count as a friend is a red-haired acquaintance. The worst thing about writing this fic was knowing that my hero was doomed doomed doomed. Bloody JKR. I love her, but she is cruel.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Marginal Notes
You're going to find this hard to believe, but I really didn't mean to enter this fest, either. Having said that, I foolishly scanned the prompt list, saw that one of my lovely flistees was going without, and had a BRILLIANT IDEA for a wonderful fic set in St Mungo's with loads and loads of Hermione and Ron on the side, and a really insightful Draco and a mostly unconscious Harry (this bit may have been due to talking with calanthe_fics and raitala a bit too much, the rotters). Tragically, that fic remains unwritten. The real world went all to pot and I spent two months doing the work of 2.8 people before buggering off to Europe for a month, where I instead produced a sweetly amusing little bit of Eight Year fic in which people get better, eventually. My fave part of this one was Astoria Greengrass, who doesn't actually have that many lines, but produces Bingo cards for people to fill in as Draco attempts to reconstruct his life now that a career as an Evil Minion is off the table. Here's one of her Bingo cards if you're interested.
Of Hoof Picks, Centaurs and Flight
You're sensing a pattern, aren't you? Yet another pinch-hit for hd_hols. It's politics again, but with a chance to use some of a bit of the horsey stuff still clogging my brain years since I last owned one. As the summary has it: Harry has promised that he will not do anything to upset the new head of Magical Creatures. Even if it is Draco Malfoy. When three centaur foals appear in Cumbria, far from the Forbidden Forest and all too close to Muggles, Harry’s promise is thoroughly tested. To say nothing of his equestrian skills.
The Consolations of a Summer's Day
I had really and truly sworn off doing fests, but the prompt for this one asked for Draco to be captured by the Estonian Aurors, and you know what I am like when it comes to Estonia! So I mentioned to my friend treacle_tartlet that this prompt seemed to be calling to me, and she was enormously supportive of the idea I should just do it. It took me a week to work out it was her prompt …
The original idea called for Draco to be on the run, which called for a crime, and I am afraid I offed Pansy Parkinson in a fit of madness. But Millicent stepped up magnificently to the plate to ensure a strong female supporting cast, and I was finally able to write the Kreacher I had always imagined after Book 7. As the original request had it, there is some angst along the way, but it was for Smoochfest, so there's a happy ending, too.
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
A Young Radical's Guide to Love
I REALLY DID MEAN TO ENTER THIS FEST! Of course, I also meant to have a life that allowed for sleep and travel and ukulele practise, as well as a spot of writing. I'll never learn … It was the last hd_holidays, and I received the lovely cassie_black12 for my giftee. I have been a long-time fan of hers, so decided to actually plan ahead. I may have been slightly carried away. It ended up 66,000-odd words of politics.
The original synopsis stands - "Memories of the war are still fresh, which is all the excuse Decent People need to do appalling things. In this quietly waged conflict, Draco Malfoy is happy to be on the right side of things for once, and even happier to find he’s not alone." But I would add that Ron ended up being one of my favourite characters in this story. I think he has hidden depths! The fact that it was finished in time for the fest (not for the deadline, but for the fest) is thanks entirely to raitala. She's the best.
Part one of eight
Decline and Fall
serpentinelion is a writers community that invited me to join it. I'm not sure why, I suspect some of the mods were drunk one day and thought it would be fun to have someone really short around to feel taller than. Of course, having joined, I then had no idea what to do about it. It seemed strangely presumptuous to repost stories there. So I did nothing, until they had a short story fest. Stories should be one to five hundred words, said the rules, and based on a series of prompts. I chose Rome. The link also has links to all the other stories and the artwork done for that minifest, too. Er ... it's not funny. It's actually a bit angsty. And you can read it any way you like, that's intentional.
Tidings of Comfort
Draco Malfoy has been coming to sit in St Paul's for a few weeks now. He isn't looking for salvation or forgiveness, just quiet and space to think. When he meets a familiar figure on the steps of the cathedral one winter evening, it's better than anything he'd thought of wishing for at Christmas.
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
Sequel to Tidings of Comfort. Draco hasn't been seeking refuge in religion, just in London's most famous church. The fact that it's on the daily route of Britain's most famous Auror is total coincidence, he's really there for the music.
Small Regrets
Another short fic: Draco apologises to Ron. Hermione is glad she was there.
Albus Dumbledore: The Musical (aka DUMBLEDORE!)
It will come as no surprise to anyone to discover that this is crack of the crackiest kind. I blame pushdragon for making me miserable by leaving fandom.
It's a Blunderful Life
jadzialove is my wonderful beta and I think she's great. For her birthday I riffed on a film she and I both love, and even managed to sneak in a little touch of Snarry in the night.
Draco Malfoy has had enough of the slings and arrows of, oh, you know. Which is why he is standing by the edge of the Serpentine Bridge wondering whether or not one should load one's pockets with stones. Having an angel second class leap by at this point would have been a distinct improvement on the guide he actually receives. With apologies to Frank Capra, and no dire warnings.
Pushing the envelope
Another short gift fic. Percy Weasley is inspired by Romilda Vane's newly rebadged Ministry!, not to mention her flashing eyes and lustrous hair, but old habits die hard for Ms Vane. A very foolish birthday present sequel to norton_gale's very fabulous Unfinished Business.
A Man of Middling Morals
NOT HP! This was written for Yuletide 2007, because my Canadian friend is good at convincing me to do things. It's the BBC's Robin Hood, and contains no slash, but lots of Djaq. Alan A Dale is on the spot when Djaq is kidnapped by Gisborne. It's a chance to appear manly and heroic in front of the only single woman he has regular contact with. Contains resourceful!Djaq and stoned!Gisborne.