3496: Haunted - Hermione and Bellatrix
Don't forget about Tropes Sue Week either. I'm looking for help finding entries for said week. I'm also looking for some feedback on this.
Sadly the next story on the list was deleted by the writer. I do though have the title and summary still, so you guys can get an idea of what kind of story I would be featuring today if it wasn't deleted.
The Pheonix Children - Aidan, Harry, and Hazel are the Potter triplets. Aidan is thought to be the prophecy child due to part of the prophecy being lost. Just because Harry and Hazel aren't shoved into the spotlight does not mean that they won't make a huge impact on the world from behind the scenes. Potters are alive. First fanfiction. Just because I like superpower Harry there will be superpower Harry.
On one side I'm sad I'm not going to be able to feature this one. There is something about the Mary Sues young writers write that warms my heart with a bubbly feeling. Their attitudes regarding their writing is also a nice kind of attitude for a writer to have.
The next story looked like it had potential to be either a major Mary Sue, or to be a fun entry to share in the links. Sadly it was a rather James/Lily, and Sirius/Lupin which simply didn't have anything special. Same goes for the next one-shot which was a hurt-comfort piece between Severus and Lupin. This one didn't look like a Mary Sue story though. I finally did come across one which stood out.
TITLE: Haunted
PERPETRATOR: EmzieisME
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
COVER/BANNER ART: The cover is a black and white picture of movie Bella and Hermione.
SUMMARY:”A short story accompanied by the lyrics of Haunted by Evanescence. Bellamione. Minor swearing, minor angst. Also, mentions of rape. However, Enjoy!”
FULL NAME: Hermione and Bellatrix.
SPECIES: A couple of OCs who are messed up in the head who honestly think they're Hermione and Bellatrix from Harry Potter.
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: n/a
CONNECTION TO CANON: The summary pretty much sums things up, except Hermione's not the only victim in this one. She's not awake though when it happens, the other person is.
ORIGIN: I honestly don't know what was going through the writer's mind when they wrote this one.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Rape is all right so long as you can get the person you're raping to admit they're yours to do with what you want by the end.
NOTES: The story is interesting. I think the writer managed to avoid MA content. To bad they decided to put in the song lyrics. Anybody care to warn the writer they're not allowed to copy from material still under copyright?
SAMPLE:
Somehow I decide to visit you at Hogwarts, it's your 6th year and it is 3am, you are probably tucked up in your ghastly Gryffindor bedspread. Probably dreaming about boys and exams and other useless affairs. Yet still, I visit you. My enchanted cloak repels the rain from my black unruly curls as I walk purposefully unseen through Hogsmead. I remember the rules somehow. No Apparating in or from Hogwarts: a ridiculous rule to keep us pure bloods from emancipating ourselves from the absurdities of the blood traitors purging our school. Uneducated fools. Although I still believe in these correct means of life, I have a new purpose now. To purge myself from thoughts of you and my own emptiness. With this, I conjure a skilful admittance charm and enter the school grounds. I've visited you before, inside the shadows. I can see you from behind a curtain, which I make transparent for my own means. I like to watch you sleep. You're always in the same place and I'm always here.
Song lyric edited out.
(Hermione POV)
She could no longer focus on her life. She hadn't read a book in weeks, Harry and Ron had given up asking her about what was the matter and she had barely been able to eat. People were beginning to leave her and she found herself okay with that, although even feeling okay meant nothing these days. It was a gift just to be able to retire for bed at night. However even her dreams were warped and demented. She dreamt of ice and prophecies and doors with no destinations and mechanical cackles. There was no longer any colour to her dreams, there was only black. They were filled with darkness. A Bellatrix Black and the way the lines on her neck wrapped perfectly from one side of it to another whilst childlike laughter exited from it and caused it to fluctuate. During these dreams Hermione always felt on edge, like she was being watched and these dreams felt too real. Hermione would wake covered in sweat, as if she had made love the night before and fell asleep from exhausted. Sometimes in her dreams the doors would lead somewhere. To a torture chamber or maybe a room made entirely of polished black marble and where Bellatrix would undoubtedly be waiting for her. Bellatrix would stare into her eyes and somehow cause Hermione to feel drawn towards her. Hermione would comply with this need to reach her. The need in Bellatrix made her feel wanted and that's all she needed in these dreams. As Bellatrix made Hermione hers again and again; Hermione screams of pleasure but mostly pain were heard less and less as Bellatrix continued to drag her from the light to the darkness.
Sadly the next story on the list was deleted by the writer. I do though have the title and summary still, so you guys can get an idea of what kind of story I would be featuring today if it wasn't deleted.
The Pheonix Children - Aidan, Harry, and Hazel are the Potter triplets. Aidan is thought to be the prophecy child due to part of the prophecy being lost. Just because Harry and Hazel aren't shoved into the spotlight does not mean that they won't make a huge impact on the world from behind the scenes. Potters are alive. First fanfiction. Just because I like superpower Harry there will be superpower Harry.
On one side I'm sad I'm not going to be able to feature this one. There is something about the Mary Sues young writers write that warms my heart with a bubbly feeling. Their attitudes regarding their writing is also a nice kind of attitude for a writer to have.
The next story looked like it had potential to be either a major Mary Sue, or to be a fun entry to share in the links. Sadly it was a rather James/Lily, and Sirius/Lupin which simply didn't have anything special. Same goes for the next one-shot which was a hurt-comfort piece between Severus and Lupin. This one didn't look like a Mary Sue story though. I finally did come across one which stood out.
TITLE: Haunted
PERPETRATOR: EmzieisME
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
COVER/BANNER ART: The cover is a black and white picture of movie Bella and Hermione.
SUMMARY:”A short story accompanied by the lyrics of Haunted by Evanescence. Bellamione. Minor swearing, minor angst. Also, mentions of rape. However, Enjoy!”
FULL NAME: Hermione and Bellatrix.
SPECIES: A couple of OCs who are messed up in the head who honestly think they're Hermione and Bellatrix from Harry Potter.
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: n/a
CONNECTION TO CANON: The summary pretty much sums things up, except Hermione's not the only victim in this one. She's not awake though when it happens, the other person is.
ORIGIN: I honestly don't know what was going through the writer's mind when they wrote this one.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Rape is all right so long as you can get the person you're raping to admit they're yours to do with what you want by the end.
NOTES: The story is interesting. I think the writer managed to avoid MA content. To bad they decided to put in the song lyrics. Anybody care to warn the writer they're not allowed to copy from material still under copyright?
SAMPLE:
Somehow I decide to visit you at Hogwarts, it's your 6th year and it is 3am, you are probably tucked up in your ghastly Gryffindor bedspread. Probably dreaming about boys and exams and other useless affairs. Yet still, I visit you. My enchanted cloak repels the rain from my black unruly curls as I walk purposefully unseen through Hogsmead. I remember the rules somehow. No Apparating in or from Hogwarts: a ridiculous rule to keep us pure bloods from emancipating ourselves from the absurdities of the blood traitors purging our school. Uneducated fools. Although I still believe in these correct means of life, I have a new purpose now. To purge myself from thoughts of you and my own emptiness. With this, I conjure a skilful admittance charm and enter the school grounds. I've visited you before, inside the shadows. I can see you from behind a curtain, which I make transparent for my own means. I like to watch you sleep. You're always in the same place and I'm always here.
Song lyric edited out.
(Hermione POV)
She could no longer focus on her life. She hadn't read a book in weeks, Harry and Ron had given up asking her about what was the matter and she had barely been able to eat. People were beginning to leave her and she found herself okay with that, although even feeling okay meant nothing these days. It was a gift just to be able to retire for bed at night. However even her dreams were warped and demented. She dreamt of ice and prophecies and doors with no destinations and mechanical cackles. There was no longer any colour to her dreams, there was only black. They were filled with darkness. A Bellatrix Black and the way the lines on her neck wrapped perfectly from one side of it to another whilst childlike laughter exited from it and caused it to fluctuate. During these dreams Hermione always felt on edge, like she was being watched and these dreams felt too real. Hermione would wake covered in sweat, as if she had made love the night before and fell asleep from exhausted. Sometimes in her dreams the doors would lead somewhere. To a torture chamber or maybe a room made entirely of polished black marble and where Bellatrix would undoubtedly be waiting for her. Bellatrix would stare into her eyes and somehow cause Hermione to feel drawn towards her. Hermione would comply with this need to reach her. The need in Bellatrix made her feel wanted and that's all she needed in these dreams. As Bellatrix made Hermione hers again and again; Hermione screams of pleasure but mostly pain were heard less and less as Bellatrix continued to drag her from the light to the darkness.