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Tiramisu is the name of an arctic fox who was brought to medieval England by an Italian trader and left at an abbey in Cambridgeshire to be the pet of two young boys who had been placed in the abbey by their families. Set in the disastrous Fourteenth Century, this is the story of one of those boys, Martin, who had to endure what no fifteen-year-old should have to face--calamity. loss, grief--but also a story of friendship, survival, spirituality, and ultimately a connection to canon.
Written for the Bookshelf Challenge of Bex (Beyond the Rain). The random quote prompt, "I started to step out of my clothes as Tom leaned against the doorframe," is from the book Queenie by Candice Carty Williams. My eternal thanks to Bex for giving me the impetus to write this one-shot that grew into a novel.
This is a collection of brief stories, vignettes really, in the Harry Potter Universe. You'll find many of your favorite characters here, and those tiny moments you never saw, in a variety of times and settings.
I present you with ten poems, brief to lengthy, humorous to intense to reflective, on many topics, some in the Harry Potter Universe and others not. Ten different poetic styles are included. The subjects are things that I care about or that captured my attention. Written for Treacle Tart's Ultimate Poetry Collection Challenge.
A brief family history from the Norman Invasion to the present day. After one thousand years, does it really matter?
Ash Wednesday, the beginning of the Lenten season in the church calendar, is traditionally a time of introspection and self-assessment before the arrival of Easter. The custom is to have a cross shape drawn in ashes on one's forehead by the priest as a reminder of one's mortality. In 2020, Ash Wednesday occurs on February 26.
"Someone learns something unexpected about his ancestry and acts upon it." That was the challenge for a 700-word HP drabble that grew from a drabble to an 8,000-word story to a 120-page screenplay, evolving along the way from Draco-Astoria-Scorpius Malfoy to Denis-Aurelie-Silvestre Paridelle, but the HP clues are still there, discernible to a knowledgeable eye. Can you spot them?
The original drabble ended at Plot Point One, where Scorpius/Silvestre says, "If you don't open them, then when I'm an old man and you're dead, I will do it. So we might as well look at them now. Don't you want to know?"
Seven naive, would-be secret operatives become trapped inside the Department of Mysteries and must use all their skill and wits to escape before they are discovered.
Written for the October 2019 House Cup competition, A Night in the Department of Mysteries, for Slytherin House.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is ready to open its doors, in its first simple construction. Helga wonders, Will it work?
The Gaunt house, long abandoned, crumbles into ruin, but it still cannot be counted out.
A gate to the Perilous Realm, the border that blurs the distinction between life and death, the unseen thing that is watching you, just beyond your sight, the ancient, silent stone circles.
Harry contemplates the graves in the churchyard at Godric's Hollow on a cold, dark, snowy Christmas Eve.
Moments after the death of Voldemort, Harry gazes at the corpse of the Dark Lord lying on the floor of the Great Hall and contemplates his own future.
As we try to endure that terrible final year, we cling to hope against all hope, keeping faith because we cannot bear the thought of losing faith.
As the morning approaches on May 2, the embattled defenders of Hogwarts staunchly maintain their hope. They know that Harry will not fail them.
During the Battle of Hogwarts, not only human beings fought -- many other races joined the fight, each contributing in their own way. This story recounts the heroic actions of one of those groups.
Written for a challenge to tell the story of the role of one of those groups in the final battle.
Harry and his friends flew on thestral-back to London in an attempt to rescue Sirius in the Department of Mysteries. The last we saw of these thestrals, they were foraging in a rubbish bin outside the visitors' entrance to the Ministry of Magic (OotP, Chapter 34). What happened to them then?
Written for a Challenge: An encounter between Muggles and the Magical World.
Honeydukes is introducing some scrumptious new sweets to their well-loved line of everyone's favorite candies, and bringing back some classic favorites you haven't seen for quite a while. Hurry down to Honeydukes to get a taste of these out-of-this-world treats.
Neville goes for his destiny, and it's not to be the Chosen one, but the Chooser.
Neville finally gets what he wants.
In the final minutes of the war, Hannah trusts Neville to know what to do.
Neville reaches back to hang on to who he is.
At the end of World War II, a bereaved mother in the war-ravaged city of Coventry chooses life over death, even for the smallest of living things.
Written for The Original Fiction Challenge (with a Twist).
Midnight approaches. Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters are coming, and no person, no creature, no thing can fail to do their duty now.
A companion piece to Greenhouse Seven.
On the day after the Battle of Hogwarts, Professor Horace Slughorn does some soul-searching. The good and the bad, the noble and the ignoble. How can he come to terms with his life?
For Finefrenzy_'s "The Slytherin-centric Challenge"
A Christmas tale of a Diagon Alley shopkeeper, his junk shop of second-hand goods, his customers down on their luck, an old man who dies alone, an assistant who makes a difference, and an unexpected Christmas gift.
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