0323: Viva Forever - Aurora Chenoa
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TITLE: Viva Forever
PERPETRATOR: Akira Bane (Who has written many, many Sues now that I look...)
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
FULL NAME: Aurora Chenoa
SPECIES: Human/Witch.
HAIR: 'Her dark black hair she soon started to keep in a tight bun at the back of her head held up by a oramental chopstick with a bunch of flowers.'
EYES: 'Her eyes were a silver that glowed in the sun it made me feel like she knew my thoughts and could look through me . They were cold and piercing like a cold winter blue flame.'
MARKINGS: Voldemort put the Dark Mark on her arm before killing her - no especial reason why, so far as I could tell.
POSESSIONS: a horse
ORIGIN: Some completely random Durmstrang student. Apparently she's 'half Japanesse and half American Indian'. She angsts because her dad's dying of cancer. Murdered by Voldemort... excuse me? You mean, I wasn't supposed to cheer?
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Viktor Krum's long-lost love - he asked her to marry him when they were 15. He only dated Hermione because she reminded him of Aurora.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Smarter than Karkaroff (the impression I got made it seem like that wouldn't be hard), a better Seeker than Viktor Krum (he only made the Bulgarian team because she died), and the Amazing Mary-Sue Singing Voice™.
NOTES: Why, yes... it is a songfic, actually.
SAMPLE:
Viva Forever
I Disclaim ; Harry Potter and the Spice Girl's song Viva Forever
Deticated to : Eveyone who has lost someone , sometime in there life .
Do you still remember , how we used to be feeeling together , believe in whatever
My love has said to me
Both of us were dreamers
Young love in the sun
Felt like my saviour , my spirt I gave you
We'd only just begun
I was in the library I was alone except one person , it was a girl with brown hair and eyes . She was diffrent from everyone else at this godforsaken school , she had wisdom and acctully used logic . She reminded me of my love Aurora , Aurora had died the summer before by the hands of one of Voldermort's faithful servents , how we knew this is they had carved the dark mark into her arm before killing her . She had been a pure-blood , too . Everyone supposed that she must of been at the wrong place at the wrong time . We knew that whoever had killed her had used the blade of slytherin because the dark mark on her arm where the blade had touched her skin it glowed blue . She was buried in the capital of Bulgaria in the graveyard for national heros . I had just asked her to marry me that day , the only reason we knew where she was is that I heard screaming my name . She had gone off into the forest on her land on her horse to go to a private waterfall that only we knew about . We had grew up together , we had met on the school train eight years ago .
Hasta Manana , always be mine
We had hit it off instantly . It was so long ago yet it seemed only last week . . . . . Boarding the train was nerve wracking I did not want to go to Durmstrang , hardly anyone did . The headmaster there was supposed to be a crabby old man , his name was Igor Karkaroff he had been a convicted death eater but they had let him off because he gave them names and had hit gold . I saw a young oriental girl carring her trunk to a carpartment in the very end of the train . I followed seeing there was no empty carpartments other than that one . When I got there she had already put her trunk down on the floor and was right now calming her owl down by singing to it in Japenesse . The owl was a strange one it was silver like her eyes . The song was beautiful , and so was she .
Viva forever , I'll be waiting
Everlasting , like the sun
Live forever , for the moment
Ever serching serching for the sun
She looked up her eyes were diffrent than most orientals you could see the color of her eyes . Her eyes were a silver that glowed in the sun it made me feel like she knew my thoughts and could look through me . They were cold and piercing like a cold winter blue flame . She held out her hand to shake mine , I shook her hand and told her my name was Viktor Krum . " My name is Aurora Chenoa " , which meant ( I found out later , on ) dawn's white dove . We spent the best of five hours talking , and eating our lunch . What we could see out the window was beautiful country side . "Where did you grow up Viktor ?" " I grew up here in Bulgaria , where did you grow up ?" " Japan and America , I lived in a small five room flat with my mom and dad for half my life in Japan . And in America I lived in a large country manor in TN . " We soon arived at Durmstrang it was large castle with four floors and a couple of really high towers attached to it . The landside around it went on for miles and miles . The year was a good one except when Karkaroff hit her acroos the face and she didn't tell anyone . Until the train ride back home for summer when she told me . She made me promise never to tell another soul , I of course honored that promise and so many others . We both were loners we only hung out with each other and no one else .
Yes I still remember , every whispered word
The touch of your skin , giving life from within
Like a love song that I'd heard
Slipping through our fingers , like the sands of time
Promises made , every memory saved
Has reflections in my mind
We grew tall with time , and we grew clever to . We soon became the smartest kids in the school , if you could not find us in the libary , you could not find us at all . Her dark black hair she soon started to keep in a tight bun at the back of her head held up by a oramental chopstick with a bunch of flowers . She was half Japanesse and half American Indian . She soon became smarter than Karkaroff which was no surprise . I had never met her parents , through I knew she dreaded the summers . She would not tell me why though . Her parents soon moved to Bulgaria . She never went home for Easter or Christmas the reason why I found out when I was seventeen , was that her dad had cancer and she did not want to watch him waste away . We both had started to like each other very much .
TITLE: Viva Forever
PERPETRATOR: Akira Bane (Who has written many, many Sues now that I look...)
SUE-O-METER:
(toxic)
FULL NAME: Aurora Chenoa
SPECIES: Human/Witch.
HAIR: 'Her dark black hair she soon started to keep in a tight bun at the back of her head held up by a oramental chopstick with a bunch of flowers.'
EYES: 'Her eyes were a silver that glowed in the sun it made me feel like she knew my thoughts and could look through me . They were cold and piercing like a cold winter blue flame.'
MARKINGS: Voldemort put the Dark Mark on her arm before killing her - no especial reason why, so far as I could tell.
POSESSIONS: a horse
ORIGIN: Some completely random Durmstrang student. Apparently she's 'half Japanesse and half American Indian'. She angsts because her dad's dying of cancer. Murdered by Voldemort... excuse me? You mean, I wasn't supposed to cheer?
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Viktor Krum's long-lost love - he asked her to marry him when they were 15. He only dated Hermione because she reminded him of Aurora.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Smarter than Karkaroff (the impression I got made it seem like that wouldn't be hard), a better Seeker than Viktor Krum (he only made the Bulgarian team because she died), and the Amazing Mary-Sue Singing Voice™.
NOTES: Why, yes... it is a songfic, actually.
SAMPLE:
Viva Forever
I Disclaim ; Harry Potter and the Spice Girl's song Viva Forever
Deticated to : Eveyone who has lost someone , sometime in there life .
Do you still remember , how we used to be feeeling together , believe in whatever
My love has said to me
Both of us were dreamers
Young love in the sun
Felt like my saviour , my spirt I gave you
We'd only just begun
I was in the library I was alone except one person , it was a girl with brown hair and eyes . She was diffrent from everyone else at this godforsaken school , she had wisdom and acctully used logic . She reminded me of my love Aurora , Aurora had died the summer before by the hands of one of Voldermort's faithful servents , how we knew this is they had carved the dark mark into her arm before killing her . She had been a pure-blood , too . Everyone supposed that she must of been at the wrong place at the wrong time . We knew that whoever had killed her had used the blade of slytherin because the dark mark on her arm where the blade had touched her skin it glowed blue . She was buried in the capital of Bulgaria in the graveyard for national heros . I had just asked her to marry me that day , the only reason we knew where she was is that I heard screaming my name . She had gone off into the forest on her land on her horse to go to a private waterfall that only we knew about . We had grew up together , we had met on the school train eight years ago .
Hasta Manana , always be mine
We had hit it off instantly . It was so long ago yet it seemed only last week . . . . . Boarding the train was nerve wracking I did not want to go to Durmstrang , hardly anyone did . The headmaster there was supposed to be a crabby old man , his name was Igor Karkaroff he had been a convicted death eater but they had let him off because he gave them names and had hit gold . I saw a young oriental girl carring her trunk to a carpartment in the very end of the train . I followed seeing there was no empty carpartments other than that one . When I got there she had already put her trunk down on the floor and was right now calming her owl down by singing to it in Japenesse . The owl was a strange one it was silver like her eyes . The song was beautiful , and so was she .
Viva forever , I'll be waiting
Everlasting , like the sun
Live forever , for the moment
Ever serching serching for the sun
She looked up her eyes were diffrent than most orientals you could see the color of her eyes . Her eyes were a silver that glowed in the sun it made me feel like she knew my thoughts and could look through me . They were cold and piercing like a cold winter blue flame . She held out her hand to shake mine , I shook her hand and told her my name was Viktor Krum . " My name is Aurora Chenoa " , which meant ( I found out later , on ) dawn's white dove . We spent the best of five hours talking , and eating our lunch . What we could see out the window was beautiful country side . "Where did you grow up Viktor ?" " I grew up here in Bulgaria , where did you grow up ?" " Japan and America , I lived in a small five room flat with my mom and dad for half my life in Japan . And in America I lived in a large country manor in TN . " We soon arived at Durmstrang it was large castle with four floors and a couple of really high towers attached to it . The landside around it went on for miles and miles . The year was a good one except when Karkaroff hit her acroos the face and she didn't tell anyone . Until the train ride back home for summer when she told me . She made me promise never to tell another soul , I of course honored that promise and so many others . We both were loners we only hung out with each other and no one else .
Yes I still remember , every whispered word
The touch of your skin , giving life from within
Like a love song that I'd heard
Slipping through our fingers , like the sands of time
Promises made , every memory saved
Has reflections in my mind
We grew tall with time , and we grew clever to . We soon became the smartest kids in the school , if you could not find us in the libary , you could not find us at all . Her dark black hair she soon started to keep in a tight bun at the back of her head held up by a oramental chopstick with a bunch of flowers . She was half Japanesse and half American Indian . She soon became smarter than Karkaroff which was no surprise . I had never met her parents , through I knew she dreaded the summers . She would not tell me why though . Her parents soon moved to Bulgaria . She never went home for Easter or Christmas the reason why I found out when I was seventeen , was that her dad had cancer and she did not want to watch him waste away . We both had started to like each other very much .