[ FanFiction ] Harry Potter -- ancient fic-dump
I found a couple of fics I wrote aaaages ago. They're pretty much crap, so no reason to read them. I'm just posting for Viking Week points. ;)
Title: Mind over matter
Summary: Hermione takes a different look at love
Characters/Pairings: Hermione/Minerva
Genre: Romance
Beta: none
Rating/Warnings: G. Light femslash.
Medium: fic
Word Count: 1157
There’s something about her that I just can’t seem to get out of my head.
Every time I close my eyes I see her.
I want to cry, to scream at the top of my lunges, Instead I just sit there. All day, every day, I got through the same motion.
The hard part is waking up. To realise that I’m still here, that this is still my life. The rest of the day I’m not even there.
No one seems the wiser. I go to class, I chat with my friends and I watch them practice. I’ve become quite good at reacting in the right moment, nodding when I’m supposed to, cheering when they score a goal that I don’t even notice.
The best part about being Head Girl is that I’m pretty much free to do what I like and go where I want.
So when I walked out into the rain in the middle of the night, none of them knew.
Somehow the cold rain, drenching every inch of my clothing seems to fit with the dull ache in my chest. The sight of the pouring rain hitting the surface of the lake must be beautiful, but I don’t se it. The ache in my chest seems to render me both numb and blind.
I notice that my body shivers as the water sinks through my robes and shills my skin. I assume it’s cold and that is why my body shivers. I wouldn’t know. My mind and my body separated a while ago and I really don’t know what it’s doing anymore.
It’s not that I really care. It’s not like it matters, it’s just an observation.
Just like I observe the fact that my body has decided to lie down on the wet grass. I don’t argue. I don’t care. I think the straws sting my cheek as it rests on the lawn, but I’m not sure.
I want to cry. I want to scream at the top of my lunges.
Instead I lay there.
The rain is almost like tears, right?
For a moment I wonder if my body would react to the lake. It must be cold at this time of year. But I’m too tired to find out. For some reason my eyes are closing and I fall asleep, hearing instead of feeling, the rain drops hitting my face.
The light makes me uncomfortable. It turns the dull ache into reality.
Why has the rain stopped?
As I open my eyes to find out, I realise that I’m not outside by the lake anymore. Briefly I wonder if it matters that I can’t distinguish the feel of a lawn from the hospital bed I’m in.
I decide it doesn’t matter. I must be in the hospital wing. Everything is white and the light is hurting my eyes.
Someone is talking to me. The nurse. Madame Pomfry. I suppose I should nod, so I do. She looks worried, so I drink the potion she gives me. I wonder what it tastes like, but my mind doesn’t register anything when I empty the bottle in one sip.
I think she’s still talking, but I’m not sure. Instead I wonder how she manages to keep the bed linen so white. I guess that really doesn’t matter, so I lay down again.
I don’t know when she left my side. I though for a moment if I should ask her to make he something to remove the dull ache in my chest, but when I turned she was gone.
Oh, well.
There are cards and candy on the nightstand. I look at them for a moment and wonder if the words on the front of them should have any meaning to me.
There are voices at the door. Angry voices. I don’t think I would have cared or even noticed if one of these voices hadn’t cut through my chest like a dagger.
Well, what do you know? Something my body feels is registered.
“I swear, if you do not let me in Poppy…!” It’s the dagger voice.
Then there are the steps. The ones that make that dull ache in my chest claw the inside of my heart.
And everything turns green.
It’s interesting how my whole world changes colour as she steps into it. I’m lost in her eyes and there is nothing but green. Sweet, beautiful, pain striking, emerald green.
“How are you feeling Ms. Granger? You gave us quite a startle.” There is concern in the green. She’s speaking to me. I should answer.
“I’m sorry professor.” I wonder if that’s what she wants to hear.
Suddenly, every inch of my body is in a state of panic. It wants to run away, it wants to hide. It wants to protect itself. I don’t move.
I let her sit on the edge of my bed and I ignore the screams of panic from the piercing pain in my chest. The screams that are begging me to leave. To run away before the pain grows deeper.
I shut of the screams. I shut them down like I shut everything else down.
The only thing left is the feeling in my chest which is usually a dull ache. When she’s in sight it turns into this piercing pain. And this is all I can feel at this moment. This is all I se. Only the piercing pain in my chest, and the green.
She’s talking to me. She looks worried.
I should say something. Explain what I was doing out in the rain.
“Ms. Granger?” The green is fading. I realise that I’ve closed my eyes, so I open them again.
Should I say something?
I wonder what makes birds fly sometimes. That’s not relevant I realise. But then again, I don’t know if there is anything that’s relevant.
“Ms Granger?”
The green is hurting me, but I need it. I need it more than anything. I’m somewhat aware that my body is fighting me that it wants away from the green. But I’m also aware that it has no saying in the matter.
There’s a hand on my shoulder.
“Ms. Granger!” I look up to the source of the green. Did she say something?
“Yes?” I conclude that she must have been calling me.
My body is screaming. The heat from the hand on my shoulder is hurting it. I don’t care.
The green is worried now. I recognise the emotion. I think I’ve seen it in my friends these past months.
I should really say something.
I want to cry. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want her to know what she’s doing to me. I want the pain to stop and I want to tell her why it’s there.
I just lie there. My body doesn’t care what I want.
“Can you get me something for the pain in my chest Professor McGonagall?”
Title: Vengence
Summary: Alice asks an old friend for mercy
Characters/Pairings: Alice Longbottom/Bellatrix Lestrange
Genre: Romance/Angst
Beta: none
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 1116
A row of burning candles set the surface of the cold stone on fire, crackling, glistening. The air thick and vibrating, waiting to burst. Shadows moved across the uneven stones, the cold pushed its way through the cracks between them.
“Please, you have to help me.” A voice whispered from the shadows, it was weak and pleading and sent a shudder of dislike down the spine of the woman sitting in a large red arm chair, her face hidden in the darkness.
“Help you?” The second voice was hollow and disbelieving but the owner turned in her seat so the back of the chair did no longer cast a shadow over her pale face and gaunt features.
“There was a time when you loved me…” The whisper continued and a tall figure appeared from the shadows, her curly brown hair falling down her shoulders and her lean fingers unbuttoning a thick red robe designed to shield, not decorate. Black eyes narrowed from the arm chair.
“Show some fucking dignity.” The voice snapped angrily and a thin, dark haired woman rose from the chair, eyes looking at her companion in disgust as the other woman continued to walk towards her, her robes falling open to reveal only pale, naked skin, trembling.
“This is what you have become?” The dark haired woman hissed, advancing on the brunette, grabbing her arm and pushing her away. “Whoring yourself out for favours?” Her eyes gleamed in the candle light as the woman’s back hit the wall and she slid down to her knees, returning like a discarded habit to clasp onto heavy black robes.
“Please.” Her eyes shone with despair and her voice cracked as she clung onto the dark material as a life preserver, pulling herself upward. “Bella, please.” She begged, tears soiling her much too thin cheeks, her hands feverishly searching long legs for answers. But they were pushed away and she fell backwards onto the ground, a painful sob wrecking through her body.
“You’re pathetic.” Bellatrix snarled, averting her eyes in revulsion. “Begging like a filthy house elf, where’s your pride!” She cried out, anger contorting her drawn features.
“My son,” she whispered, tears staining her voice as moved with some difficulty back onto her hands and knees, starring pleadingly up at the other woman. “He’s only a baby.”
“I have my orders.” Her words were slow and pointed; her dark eyes cold and harsh as she pinned the blonde down with them.
She flinched from her words and crawled towards her, again grabbing onto her robes, but moving her hands underneath them instead, her palms brushing over naked skin.
“I know you want this.” She whispered urgently, willing her hands to affect her as she rubbed them feverishly over her calves, her knees, her thighs.
“Alice, you don’t know what you’re…” Her protest was cut off by a loud groan and she raised her leg, aimed it at the blonde’s chest and kicked her to the ground.
With a painful moan, Alice’s back connected with the cold stone floor and she winced. Her robes fell completely open and she writhed on the floor, her face contorted in pain and her now almost naked body was stiff and arched. She didn’t have time to try to advance on the woman again because Bellatrix lunged at her, and Alice cried out in pain as she felt what had to be several fingers thrust violently inside her without warning.
“Shut up.” Bellatrix hissed as she withdrew her fingers and then watched Alice’s face intently and slammed her way back inside, smirking at the way it made the pretty, soft features warp in pain.
“Bella…” Alice whimpered as tears again started to well up in her now tightly shut eyes. Her head turned away but her legs opened wider, inviting the assault. Bellatrix’ fingers grew in numbers and her eyes glimmered as Alice stifled a cry, biting her lip as a fine redness emanated from the pearly white.
“There, there, dear.” Bellatrix cooked venomously. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” She asked in feigned sweetness, but frowned as she didn’t receive a reply. The dim light from the candles danced over Alice’s vacant expression, her pale body heaving up and down from her shallow breathing but showing no other sign of being alive. Bellatrix froze and stilled.
“Don’t stop.” Alice breathed, one hand reaching for the one buried between her legs and she grasped it, starting to move it in and out on her own, her eyes fluttering shut.
Bellatrix was still starring at her in disbelief, but started to move her hand in rhythm with Alice’s urgings, speeding up and adding force as the brunette withdrew her own hand and her head tilted back against the cold stone floor.
“Look at me.” Bellatrix urged, in a voice that hitched and Alice obeyed, her steel grey eyes flickering in the candlelight, pain and confusion mixed with determination and guilt.
Bellatrix leaned forward and bit as Alice grabbed her shoulder in a vice grip, clenched her fingers hard, and shuddered. Her eyes still shining, her body stiff and her mouth open as if soundlessly trying to cry out, she shook for a few moments before her eyes fluttered shut again and she fell, panting against the hard stone.
Bellatrix didn’t move for a few moments, her eyes glued to her face where ragged breaths were escaping as if she didn’t see a need to keep her breath inside her body. Then something stirred within Bellatrix and she got to her feet, brushing the wetness of her hand as if it was poisonous, the contemptuous look back in her eyes as she glared at the brunette who slowly sat up, wrapping her dark robes back around her vulnerable body.
Bellatrix looked away and walked to the door. She hesitated for a moment, and turned her head ever so slightly. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her, sitting on the cold floor, arms wrapped around herself and staring vacantly at the wall in front of her.
She looked so small, as if the room had suddenly grown larger around her. Her thin frame, hugging itself, cast a long shadow over the closest wall.
“Got what you wanted then, pet?” Her voice cut through the cold, through the stone.
“Please, spare my baby,” the tears fell unhindered and Bellatrix’s jaw tightened, her lips thinned. “For old times sake.”
The uneven crystal pearls of laughter crashed against the walls.
“Old times sake?” Bellatrix’s eyes glittered, her lips turned into a smirk. “Alright, I’ll spare your child. You have my word,” she bowed and twirled, laughter echoing through the room well past her exit.
Title: Devotion
Summary: Narcissa knows how to get Bella fired up.
Characters/Pairings: Narcissa/Bellatrix
Genre: Romance
Beta: none
Rating/Warnings: R, blackcest.
Medium: drabble
Word Count: 168
”I would kill for you.” A simple statement but for the flash of light in Bellatrix’s eyes.
Narcissa moves closer, takes her hand and turns it over. So tense, vibrating. There are few moments in the day were her sisters body isn’t like this, waiting to strike.
“I know.” She runs a finger over Bellatrix’s palm and feels the tension move. Bellatrix is electric, fire and danger, every nerve and button just within reach. And Narcissa knows every code to play on them.
“Then ask me,” Bella whispers urgently, squeezing her sister’s hand, hard, the fire in her eyes burning hotter. Narcissa shivers. It’s this, the need to prove her devotion that makes her want Bella even more. She sheds her robes and watches in satisfaction how Bella’s eyes burn a path down her skin.
“Later,” she takes her hand again and takes a step back, tilting her head to the side. Pretended innocence. Bella’s body is humming, strings vibrating, waiting to be plucked. “First show me why.”
Title: Mind over matter
Summary: Hermione takes a different look at love
Characters/Pairings: Hermione/Minerva
Genre: Romance
Beta: none
Rating/Warnings: G. Light femslash.
Medium: fic
Word Count: 1157
There’s something about her that I just can’t seem to get out of my head.
Every time I close my eyes I see her.
I want to cry, to scream at the top of my lunges, Instead I just sit there. All day, every day, I got through the same motion.
The hard part is waking up. To realise that I’m still here, that this is still my life. The rest of the day I’m not even there.
No one seems the wiser. I go to class, I chat with my friends and I watch them practice. I’ve become quite good at reacting in the right moment, nodding when I’m supposed to, cheering when they score a goal that I don’t even notice.
The best part about being Head Girl is that I’m pretty much free to do what I like and go where I want.
So when I walked out into the rain in the middle of the night, none of them knew.
Somehow the cold rain, drenching every inch of my clothing seems to fit with the dull ache in my chest. The sight of the pouring rain hitting the surface of the lake must be beautiful, but I don’t se it. The ache in my chest seems to render me both numb and blind.
I notice that my body shivers as the water sinks through my robes and shills my skin. I assume it’s cold and that is why my body shivers. I wouldn’t know. My mind and my body separated a while ago and I really don’t know what it’s doing anymore.
It’s not that I really care. It’s not like it matters, it’s just an observation.
Just like I observe the fact that my body has decided to lie down on the wet grass. I don’t argue. I don’t care. I think the straws sting my cheek as it rests on the lawn, but I’m not sure.
I want to cry. I want to scream at the top of my lunges.
Instead I lay there.
The rain is almost like tears, right?
For a moment I wonder if my body would react to the lake. It must be cold at this time of year. But I’m too tired to find out. For some reason my eyes are closing and I fall asleep, hearing instead of feeling, the rain drops hitting my face.
The light makes me uncomfortable. It turns the dull ache into reality.
Why has the rain stopped?
As I open my eyes to find out, I realise that I’m not outside by the lake anymore. Briefly I wonder if it matters that I can’t distinguish the feel of a lawn from the hospital bed I’m in.
I decide it doesn’t matter. I must be in the hospital wing. Everything is white and the light is hurting my eyes.
Someone is talking to me. The nurse. Madame Pomfry. I suppose I should nod, so I do. She looks worried, so I drink the potion she gives me. I wonder what it tastes like, but my mind doesn’t register anything when I empty the bottle in one sip.
I think she’s still talking, but I’m not sure. Instead I wonder how she manages to keep the bed linen so white. I guess that really doesn’t matter, so I lay down again.
I don’t know when she left my side. I though for a moment if I should ask her to make he something to remove the dull ache in my chest, but when I turned she was gone.
Oh, well.
There are cards and candy on the nightstand. I look at them for a moment and wonder if the words on the front of them should have any meaning to me.
There are voices at the door. Angry voices. I don’t think I would have cared or even noticed if one of these voices hadn’t cut through my chest like a dagger.
Well, what do you know? Something my body feels is registered.
“I swear, if you do not let me in Poppy…!” It’s the dagger voice.
Then there are the steps. The ones that make that dull ache in my chest claw the inside of my heart.
And everything turns green.
It’s interesting how my whole world changes colour as she steps into it. I’m lost in her eyes and there is nothing but green. Sweet, beautiful, pain striking, emerald green.
“How are you feeling Ms. Granger? You gave us quite a startle.” There is concern in the green. She’s speaking to me. I should answer.
“I’m sorry professor.” I wonder if that’s what she wants to hear.
Suddenly, every inch of my body is in a state of panic. It wants to run away, it wants to hide. It wants to protect itself. I don’t move.
I let her sit on the edge of my bed and I ignore the screams of panic from the piercing pain in my chest. The screams that are begging me to leave. To run away before the pain grows deeper.
I shut of the screams. I shut them down like I shut everything else down.
The only thing left is the feeling in my chest which is usually a dull ache. When she’s in sight it turns into this piercing pain. And this is all I can feel at this moment. This is all I se. Only the piercing pain in my chest, and the green.
She’s talking to me. She looks worried.
I should say something. Explain what I was doing out in the rain.
“Ms. Granger?” The green is fading. I realise that I’ve closed my eyes, so I open them again.
Should I say something?
I wonder what makes birds fly sometimes. That’s not relevant I realise. But then again, I don’t know if there is anything that’s relevant.
“Ms Granger?”
The green is hurting me, but I need it. I need it more than anything. I’m somewhat aware that my body is fighting me that it wants away from the green. But I’m also aware that it has no saying in the matter.
There’s a hand on my shoulder.
“Ms. Granger!” I look up to the source of the green. Did she say something?
“Yes?” I conclude that she must have been calling me.
My body is screaming. The heat from the hand on my shoulder is hurting it. I don’t care.
The green is worried now. I recognise the emotion. I think I’ve seen it in my friends these past months.
I should really say something.
I want to cry. I want to scream at the top of my lungs. I want her to know what she’s doing to me. I want the pain to stop and I want to tell her why it’s there.
I just lie there. My body doesn’t care what I want.
“Can you get me something for the pain in my chest Professor McGonagall?”
Title: Vengence
Summary: Alice asks an old friend for mercy
Characters/Pairings: Alice Longbottom/Bellatrix Lestrange
Genre: Romance/Angst
Beta: none
Rating/Warnings: NC-17
Medium: Fic
Word Count: 1116
A row of burning candles set the surface of the cold stone on fire, crackling, glistening. The air thick and vibrating, waiting to burst. Shadows moved across the uneven stones, the cold pushed its way through the cracks between them.
“Please, you have to help me.” A voice whispered from the shadows, it was weak and pleading and sent a shudder of dislike down the spine of the woman sitting in a large red arm chair, her face hidden in the darkness.
“Help you?” The second voice was hollow and disbelieving but the owner turned in her seat so the back of the chair did no longer cast a shadow over her pale face and gaunt features.
“There was a time when you loved me…” The whisper continued and a tall figure appeared from the shadows, her curly brown hair falling down her shoulders and her lean fingers unbuttoning a thick red robe designed to shield, not decorate. Black eyes narrowed from the arm chair.
“Show some fucking dignity.” The voice snapped angrily and a thin, dark haired woman rose from the chair, eyes looking at her companion in disgust as the other woman continued to walk towards her, her robes falling open to reveal only pale, naked skin, trembling.
“This is what you have become?” The dark haired woman hissed, advancing on the brunette, grabbing her arm and pushing her away. “Whoring yourself out for favours?” Her eyes gleamed in the candle light as the woman’s back hit the wall and she slid down to her knees, returning like a discarded habit to clasp onto heavy black robes.
“Please.” Her eyes shone with despair and her voice cracked as she clung onto the dark material as a life preserver, pulling herself upward. “Bella, please.” She begged, tears soiling her much too thin cheeks, her hands feverishly searching long legs for answers. But they were pushed away and she fell backwards onto the ground, a painful sob wrecking through her body.
“You’re pathetic.” Bellatrix snarled, averting her eyes in revulsion. “Begging like a filthy house elf, where’s your pride!” She cried out, anger contorting her drawn features.
“My son,” she whispered, tears staining her voice as moved with some difficulty back onto her hands and knees, starring pleadingly up at the other woman. “He’s only a baby.”
“I have my orders.” Her words were slow and pointed; her dark eyes cold and harsh as she pinned the blonde down with them.
She flinched from her words and crawled towards her, again grabbing onto her robes, but moving her hands underneath them instead, her palms brushing over naked skin.
“I know you want this.” She whispered urgently, willing her hands to affect her as she rubbed them feverishly over her calves, her knees, her thighs.
“Alice, you don’t know what you’re…” Her protest was cut off by a loud groan and she raised her leg, aimed it at the blonde’s chest and kicked her to the ground.
With a painful moan, Alice’s back connected with the cold stone floor and she winced. Her robes fell completely open and she writhed on the floor, her face contorted in pain and her now almost naked body was stiff and arched. She didn’t have time to try to advance on the woman again because Bellatrix lunged at her, and Alice cried out in pain as she felt what had to be several fingers thrust violently inside her without warning.
“Shut up.” Bellatrix hissed as she withdrew her fingers and then watched Alice’s face intently and slammed her way back inside, smirking at the way it made the pretty, soft features warp in pain.
“Bella…” Alice whimpered as tears again started to well up in her now tightly shut eyes. Her head turned away but her legs opened wider, inviting the assault. Bellatrix’ fingers grew in numbers and her eyes glimmered as Alice stifled a cry, biting her lip as a fine redness emanated from the pearly white.
“There, there, dear.” Bellatrix cooked venomously. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” She asked in feigned sweetness, but frowned as she didn’t receive a reply. The dim light from the candles danced over Alice’s vacant expression, her pale body heaving up and down from her shallow breathing but showing no other sign of being alive. Bellatrix froze and stilled.
“Don’t stop.” Alice breathed, one hand reaching for the one buried between her legs and she grasped it, starting to move it in and out on her own, her eyes fluttering shut.
Bellatrix was still starring at her in disbelief, but started to move her hand in rhythm with Alice’s urgings, speeding up and adding force as the brunette withdrew her own hand and her head tilted back against the cold stone floor.
“Look at me.” Bellatrix urged, in a voice that hitched and Alice obeyed, her steel grey eyes flickering in the candlelight, pain and confusion mixed with determination and guilt.
Bellatrix leaned forward and bit as Alice grabbed her shoulder in a vice grip, clenched her fingers hard, and shuddered. Her eyes still shining, her body stiff and her mouth open as if soundlessly trying to cry out, she shook for a few moments before her eyes fluttered shut again and she fell, panting against the hard stone.
Bellatrix didn’t move for a few moments, her eyes glued to her face where ragged breaths were escaping as if she didn’t see a need to keep her breath inside her body. Then something stirred within Bellatrix and she got to her feet, brushing the wetness of her hand as if it was poisonous, the contemptuous look back in her eyes as she glared at the brunette who slowly sat up, wrapping her dark robes back around her vulnerable body.
Bellatrix looked away and walked to the door. She hesitated for a moment, and turned her head ever so slightly. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her, sitting on the cold floor, arms wrapped around herself and staring vacantly at the wall in front of her.
She looked so small, as if the room had suddenly grown larger around her. Her thin frame, hugging itself, cast a long shadow over the closest wall.
“Got what you wanted then, pet?” Her voice cut through the cold, through the stone.
“Please, spare my baby,” the tears fell unhindered and Bellatrix’s jaw tightened, her lips thinned. “For old times sake.”
The uneven crystal pearls of laughter crashed against the walls.
“Old times sake?” Bellatrix’s eyes glittered, her lips turned into a smirk. “Alright, I’ll spare your child. You have my word,” she bowed and twirled, laughter echoing through the room well past her exit.
Title: Devotion
Summary: Narcissa knows how to get Bella fired up.
Characters/Pairings: Narcissa/Bellatrix
Genre: Romance
Beta: none
Rating/Warnings: R, blackcest.
Medium: drabble
Word Count: 168
”I would kill for you.” A simple statement but for the flash of light in Bellatrix’s eyes.
Narcissa moves closer, takes her hand and turns it over. So tense, vibrating. There are few moments in the day were her sisters body isn’t like this, waiting to strike.
“I know.” She runs a finger over Bellatrix’s palm and feels the tension move. Bellatrix is electric, fire and danger, every nerve and button just within reach. And Narcissa knows every code to play on them.
“Then ask me,” Bella whispers urgently, squeezing her sister’s hand, hard, the fire in her eyes burning hotter. Narcissa shivers. It’s this, the need to prove her devotion that makes her want Bella even more. She sheds her robes and watches in satisfaction how Bella’s eyes burn a path down her skin.
“Later,” she takes her hand again and takes a step back, tilting her head to the side. Pretended innocence. Bella’s body is humming, strings vibrating, waiting to be plucked. “First show me why.”