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Queen of Angst
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PostSubject: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:50 pm

so i have a profile on ff.net and i have many stories on there, which i will not post on here. sorry, but it just isn't practical. instead, this is my profile. however, for your convenience, here is a list of the stories i have there up to today:

Cardcaptor Sakura
1. Simple truth
It wasn't Yuki's business to mess with Toya's love life. So why was he so upset when Toya and Chi started going out? Agnst with a happy ending. I promise. K 'cause there's not much of anything worth warning against.

Earth's Children
2. If things were different
At the end of Clan of the Cave Bear, Ayla leaves Durc behind with the Clan. But what if she had taken him with her? AU from VoH hopefully to the end of SoS.

Fairy Tales
3. My Happily Ever After
Adarius is not your average Snow White. Yet when two new students arrive at his high school, he realizes that he might be more of a fairy tale princess than he thought.

4. Reality Check
The servant girl always marries the prince... until now. A warped Cinderella story

Harry Potter
5. A gift of self
I would give anything to save him! But what happens when anything is yourself? HD. Angsty. Implied character death. Oneshot.

6. Auld Lang Syne
Harry pays his regards to the dearly departed on a snowy day. Read it please! T for character death well, yeah, I guess you could put it that way.

7. Beautiful
A songfic to James Blunt's You're Beautiful. Yeah... nothing else to say. Read it please!

8. Emerald Fog
Draco Malfoy loves Harry Potter. Harry Potter hates Draco Malfoy. When the two are landed in detention together, they must learn to get along and Draco must learn to face his feelings. But what will happen when Harry finds out? HD slash.

9. Every rose has its thorn
The sequel to Like a spring Flower. Draco comes to save Harry from the Dursleys, and so begins the second chapter of their romance. H/D slash. Hope you like it!

10. Finite Incantatem
Harry has defeated Voldemort and comes back to Hogwarts expecting to fall into the arms of his one true love. Unfortunately, that love has problems of his own. HD slash. Angst, suicide attempts, trajedy. R&R please!

11. Goodbye
James and Lucius meet one last time. Hints of Jp/LM slash.

12. Goodbye my lover
A songfic to Goodbye my lover, by James Blunt. Draco deals with the consequences of Harry leaving him. H/D slash. T for character death and general angst

13. Just to keep warm
Harry and Draco are stuck in the broomshed together because of the snow. Fluffy all dialogue fic. read and review please!

14. Last Breath
Another protest, this one against child abuse. Please read! Rated M for obvious reasons including character death.

15. Like a Spring Flower
Harry Potter has always hated Halloween. As he sneaks out of the annual feast early, he meets up with a certain blond Slytherin. Friendship and love follows. HD slash

16. Lost in translation
a haiku story about Draco's change of sides. just an experiment. Read anyway! hints of HD

17. No turning back
My name is Draco Malfoy, and I will die today... There is no turning back. angsty and slashy.

18. One Word
She had no idea the power she had over him. He made her drop her things and forget her words. An impossible fic about James and Myrtle if they were at school during the same time and the basilisk was loose. JPMM. AU obviously. Character death reason T.

19. Pictures
Draco Malfoy was dead, and it was left to Ron to collect his belongings. But in the process of cleaning out the apartment, Ron discovers a few secrets he never knew. HPDM. After Hogwarts. AU.

20. Saving Dudley Dursley
Dudley's parents are killed and he's plunged into a world of magic and confusion. M for language and violence.

21. Sk8er Boi
Lily Evans was the popular one, Sirius Black was the punk, Remus Lupin was Sirius' best friend. Songfic to Avril Lavigne's Sk8er Boi. Rl/SB.

22. Snapshots
This is a protest against homophobia. PLEASE read and repost! Thanks! M for adult themes.

23. Stolen moments
Ron watches Harry sleep after a Quidditch accident. Onesided Ron/Harry, established Harry/Draco. May or may not be continued.

24. Tears and rain
Draco Malfoy was not crying. He was far too proud to cry. The water running down his cheeks was merely rain, washing his pain away." H/D slash. Angsty. Happy ending

25. The Ballad of Blaise and Ron
Harry, Draco, Blaise, and Ron all go off to spend the summer holidays at a hidden locations. Draco is determined to get Blaise and Ron together. Only one problem: Ron's in love with Harry. Oh dear... Established Harry/Draco. Ron/Harry onesided. Blaise/Ron

26. The Keepers of Wisdom
Four students from four different houses are brought together to hear the stories of the founding of Hogwarts. Eventual slash and femslash. HPDM, PPSB, RRHH, GGSS

27. Unapproachable
He had been watching her all year... He couldn’t help it. He was infatuated. Draco Malfoy reflects on Cho Chang. DMCC. GoF. Bit of an AU

28. While my heart gently weeps
What was once called "Every rose has its thorn." So sorry for the confusion. Every rose will be up soon. Promise!

Twilight
29. Blood and water
When two new girls arrive in Forks, they turn life as everyone knows it on it's head, for better or for worse.

30. Dearly Beloved
50 sentences, from when Jasper and Alice first meet to after Bella's wedding. Read and review please!

i know that's a lot. but i lost this post halfway through writing it last time, so i just copied and pasted my ff.net profile list. sorry if it bores you, and i hope you find something good to read!

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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Wed Apr 09, 2008 2:24 am

I have yet to check these out, but they look awesome Very Happy I'm intimidated by the number of fanfics you've written. It makes me feel quite pathetic Embarassed I like your titles! Very Happy
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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Wed Apr 09, 2008 9:13 am

a lot of them are VERY short (like, three or four pages long) so don't be too intimidated! thank you! i'm proud of my titles Very Happy!

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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Fri Apr 11, 2008 11:33 pm

Well your combined wordcount is probably MUCH higher than mine, anyway. Yeah, your titles are awesome. I wish I could come up with good titles, but sadly that's a talent I lack Razz
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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Sat Apr 12, 2008 12:00 pm

i do have a very high word count. but then, i have too many stories! (though emerald is over 300 pages and almost 200,000 words. yeah, it needs some major editing, but i don't want to hurt any of it! i love it so much! (yeah, it's my baby Razz. the first H/D story i ever wrote and the longest story i've written period.) i had a period where i was REALLY good at titles, and then i... stopped. now i have a really hard time thinking of them! *sigh*

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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Sun Apr 13, 2008 5:50 am

Ah, well that explains it then. The Marauders and the Rogues is only 45,000 or so. I've written LOADS of other stories, but they've never actually gone anywhere. I wrote a story about skating once that got past 50k, but that's probably the longest thing I've ever written. And there's no such thing as too many stories, Anne. I thought you, of everybody, would know that Razz Lol, that happens. I've never been amazing at titles, though. *shrugs* I don't put creativity into them, I just name them something obvious that comes straight out of the story. I like the one you're writing now (A Lighter Shade of Turquoise). That title is awesome Very Happy
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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Sun Apr 13, 2008 1:12 pm

yeah. i haven't finished posting emerald, but i'm at 48,499 words though that includes the author's notes and whatnot. but this one is a rarity: most of mine blossom for a short period and then whither away. (hmm... i'm feeling oddly poetic today, aren't i? perhaps i was wrong and tamara did take over my body. or maybe being in a bad mood just does that to me. *shrug*) 50k is nothing to sneeze at. i started writing a story about skating once, but it never got past 5 pages. you're right, there isn't. the only problem is that if you have more than 10 or so, people don't read all of them. *shrug* i suppose it gives them more choices, though. yeah. titles are important, but not that important, and, if you really need to, you can pay people to think of them for you. the title for this one was suggested by my dad a LONG time ago back in 6th grade when i was writing a REALLY bad story called "the secret of the pyramid" and i was looking for titles, and he said i could name it something obvious like that or something weird and random like "a lighter shade of turquoise" and people would be trying to guess what on EARTH i meant by it. so i was looking for a title for this one, and i decided i would name it that. it will mean something, though. and thanks!

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If you wanna scream, scream loudly
--Lilly Cullen
Friends don't put friends on their hitlists
--yours truly
Veni, Vidi, Visa... I came, I saw, I did a little shopping...
--Fumbling towards Ecstasy

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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Sun Apr 13, 2008 1:22 pm

okay, i don't feel like seeing how many people will actually click on the link to read my stories, so here's my most popular (and third favorite) oneshot. it's harry/draco, of course, so read at your own risk. includes character death, mentions of both angst and fluff, and rather too much of ron weasley.
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Pictures


Draco Malfoy was dead. It had been sudden, a mission gone wrong. But he was quite definitely dead. It was left to Ron Weasley, as his immediate superior, to collect all the deceased’s belongings and distribute them to whoever was mentioned in the will. Ron wasn’t looking forward to it. He’d always hated Malfoy, and he blamed him openly for Harry’s failure to kill You-know-who. True, You-know-who had died anyway, but so had Harry. No day went by when Ron didn’t miss his friend, or blame Malfoy for Harry’s death.
He blasted through the wards around Malfoy’s flat and stalked in, anxious to get it over with. He glanced around, taking in how completely bare the rooms were. Obviously Malfoy hadn’t spent all his money on fripperies. Not that he’d had any when he died. The family was ruined, their riches seized when You-know-who was defeated at long last, and the two senior Malfoys thrown into Azkaban. Ron still didn’t know how the younger Malfoy had managed to escape the arrest, and he didn’t care.

He swept what there was in the main room into a box, not really thinking about what he was doing. He passed quickly through the main room and into Malfoy’s bedroom, looking forward to getting out of this place and going out for a stiff drink. Maybe he could invite Hermione to come with him… He started going through the drawers of the bedroom. The clothes were easily dealt with, as were the mementos and pictures. They would all be shipped off to the office, where Ron’s secretary would deal with the legal problems.
He was pulled out from these enticing thoughts by the sight of the picture of Malfoy’s dresser. It was of Harry, smiling radiantly at something far away. Ron was consumed with rage. How dare Malfoy keep a picture of Harry? Malfoy had betrayed Harry! He had no right to Harry’s smile, no right to the delighted look in Harry’s emerald eyes.

Fuming, Ron picked the picture up and shoved it face down into the box. He would burn it! Malfoy had corrupted it, and Ron had a duty to the memory of his best friend. Ron reached into the top drawer, empty but for what looked like a sketchpad and a thick wad of paper. Despite himself, Ron flipped open the first page of the sketchpad. There was Harry, staring out of the page at him. It was a pencil sketch, obviously done many years ago. Fascinated despite his fury, Ron riffled through the pages. All of them were of Harry. Harry grinning, Harry laughing, Harry looking melancholically out at him, Harry riding his Firebolt with the wind blowing back his hair… Ron couldn’t help the morbid fascination that the pictures gave him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Harry grin like he was in the pictures. How had Malfoy gotten them? And why? Why would a man keep pictures of his most hated enemy?

Mystified, Ron set down the sketchpad and looked at the bundle of paper. It was a letter, from Malfoy to… Harry? Unable to stop himself, Ron sat down slowly on Malfoy’s bed and began to read.


Dear Harry.

This letter will never be sent, but it doesn’t matter to me. I was looking through the school stuff this morning, and I came across my sketchpad. You know, the one you always used to tease me about? It was full of pictures of the two of us, full of pictures of you, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. You remember our time together? The heart-to-hearts in the Room, the battles of wit in the classroom, the walks in the forest, the swims in the lake, the rides on our brooms… it all comes back now.

I remember when I was just a scared teenager and I was totally afraid of the world. You were there for me, you supported me through the hardest times and always made me laugh. I wish I’d been there more for you, but I couldn’t be. I hope that you understand. You were my friend and my confessor, and sometimes, we were a lot more. You knew all of my weaknesses, like the fact that I will do anything for mint ice cream, or the way I squeak when you hug me suddenly from behind. I’ll never forget the days spent just talking about everything and nothing, or the times when you read my mind and I read yours. There are so many things to remember, so many moments that we had together.

Do you remember the time we battled the giant squid? You got ink squirted all over you and only the magical mess remover would take it off. Your skin was red for days after that.

Do you remember the time when we wandered into the forest and saw the unicorns? It was the most magical thing I’ve ever seen, and my picture of it is a poor reflection of the true beauty.

Do you remember the long days spent lying out in the middle of the grounds, watching the clouds go by and rambling to each other? I value your advice, and, though I didn’t always take it, I never forgot anything that you told me.

Do you remember racing for the snitch, fighting against each other for the ultimate prize? We were competitive then, and it never once hurt our friendship. Well, maybe when I won the Quidditch cup, but that was only once.

Do you remember how you could always make me laugh, no matter what kind of mood I was in? I still remember your comments on my astronomy homework, and it still makes me laugh.

Do you remember the hours spent discussing books that you’d never read? You still had an opinion, and all of them were negative.

Do you remember the apples? They became famous, and I loved how only saying the word could make you turn red faster than anything else.

Do you remember the trips down to the kitchens under your invisibility cloak, out to filch ice cream? You adored strawberry, and nothing can come between me and mint.

Do you remember letting me cry into your shoulders, taking in all my troubles and making them your own?

Do you remember all our plans and dreams, for a time when life would be better and we would all be free?

Do you remember the small delights of life, like watching the cats chase squirrels, or seeing how many first years got attacked by tickle bugs?

Do you remember explaining to me about the underground, and my not understanding until you promised to take me? You never did take me, you know. You still owe me a ride.

Do you remember making bets over stupid things like grades and Quidditch? Not that Quidditch is stupid, but betting on it is.

Do you remember fighting for the strawberry jam at breakfast, and then spilling it all over the pristine carpet? It took months for the stain to come out completely, and neither one of us touched strawberry jam after that.

Do you remember lying in bed together, looking into each other’s eyes and thinking that nothing would ever change?

Do you remember sneaking out at night to watch the stars, marveling at the fact that they existed and that we were a part of the same universe?

Do you remember the snowball fights outside? They were cold and wonderful, and I will never forget the way you looked when I hit you straight in the balls. You paid me back for that, though.

Do you remember running your fingers through my hair and saying how you loved the feel of it. Like strands of silk, you said.

Do you remember the time when Pansy interrupted us talking? Well, all right. We were doing more than just talking. She wouldn’t look me in the eye for months after that, and she still blushes beet red whenever anyone talks about you and me together.

Do you remember the first time you told me that you loved me? We were landing our brooms, and you said it as a joke, but I knew that you meant it.

Do you remember the detentions with Flitwick, when he made us clean up after the third years and you just spelled the brooms to sweep themselves? They swept up all of the textbooks and everything, and we didn’t notice until they tried to sweep up the chairs we were sitting in! We got detention for another month for that.

Do you remember laughing uproariously about something stupid, then realizing that it wasn’t even funny and just laughing harder?

Do you remember watching television in the muggle house and wondering at how they could like that crap?

Do you remember confronting your cousin and wishing we could transfigure him into a walrus? I still think that it would have been a good idea.

Do you remember that one time with the sugar? You just had to be there to understand.

Do you remember me trying to teach you how to play chess properly? I still don’t understand why you were never any good at it. I suppose that you just don’t want to be. It must be a matter of pride by now.

Do you remember renting The Lion King and crying by the end?

Do you remember talking about running away from our problems and going off to a country far away and changing our names?

Do you remember wishing that we were ordinary people, and then realizing just what that would mean and retracting the wish?

Do you remember going to see Star Wars at the theater and then pretending to be Darth Vadar and Obi Wan? I still maintain firmly that you cheated and refuse to accept your victory.

Do you remember the T-shirts? They are utterly perfect, and I think you should have worn it to fight him. Then maybe it should have been different.

Do you remember the parting? I was crushed, you know. I think I knew, even then, that you weren’t coming back.

Do you remember swearing to have revenge on all supporters of Puddlemere United for their horrible display at the only game we watched together? I told you that we should have done it right away.

Do you remember giving the Weasley twins a taste of their own medicine? It was a priceless moment.

Do you remember the time when I made you sing in public? You’re right, you can’t sing at all.

Do you remember swearing that you would beat me to the Quidditch field, and then crashing halfway there because you claimed that I distracted you too much?

Do you remember recovering in St. Mungo’s together? The nurses tried to keep us apart for so long, but eventually they just gave up on us.

Do you remember teaching me to conjure up a patronus? I’m sorry that I was such a pain over that. It was a hard time.

Do you remember wrestling in the pile of leaves? It was then that we realized that no one could see us…

Do you remember making cookies on Christmas? You let me taste some of the batter, and it was the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.

Do you remember daring me to shave my head? I told you that I would do it when you grew yours out as long as Charlie Wealsey’s, and you shut up completely about it. I’d have done it, too. You would look so amazing with long hair.

Do you remember promising to grow old together? We were so naïve back then.

Do you remember saying that the world would change one day? Well it has, though not in the way you’d expect. I bet you never thought that I’d make a good auror, did you? I did it for you, you know. It was in your memory.

Do you remember reading aloud to each other by candlelight. You said that it would ruin your eyes, and I said that I didn’t care, I wouldn’t turn on any more lights. You were right, it did ruin my eyes.

Do you remember holding me after the nightmares, swearing to always be there for me? How could you have known what was to come?

Do you remember the times when you came to me, desperate for reassurance? You said that I was your rock, and that I held you steady. I don’t deserve the compliment, you know. It was the opposite, really.

Do you remember yelling at me, saying that I would never understand? That crushed me, you know. I wanted to hate you for that, but I couldn’t, and when you apologized, all I could do was hold you and weep.

Do you remember studying for tests together, and saying that I was the only reason you passed? It makes me feel like Granger, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad one.

Do you remember seeing pictures in the fire all those nights? You would see people you knew, and I would see imaginary creatures. The fire shows you your dreams. I suppose each of us is entitled to our own.

Do you remember my boggart? It’s my father, you know. It always has been.

Do you remember going ice skating in London? You tried to teach me to stand up properly, but I ended up having to be dragged around the entire time because I couldn’t get the hang of it.

Do you remember when we made origami cranes? You couldn’t fold them right, but you enchanted mine to fly around pecking my head. It was the first time I laughed out loud with you.

Do you remember going on the Easter egg hunt at the church? I thought that I would burst with glee when my group beat yours without even trying.

Do you remember dancing alone? No one bothered us, though I had to fight long and hard to get there. You were perfect that night, you know. It was something that I can never forget.

Do you remember going out to eat and trying to feed each other without being conspicuous about it?

Do you remember planting the rose garden at your house? I’ll try to keep up on it, but I don’t know if I’ll have the strength to keep going now that… well, you know.

There were so many more memories, so many more moments between us. Your love was what held me together, you know. Without you, I would never have been able to hang on for this long. You changed me, and I will never forget you. Now that you’re gone… well, I’ll live. It’ll be hard, but I know that it’s what you would have wanted. You always said that I had to think about myself, and now I am. I miss you, Harry. You will never know how much I miss you. That will never go away, and I can only hope that the images that I’ve captured will remind me of all the time we had together. We were fools, you and I. We were naïve and we were fools, but love makes fools of us all. I can only hope that you loved me as much as I loved you. I lived for you, and if you were here now, you would tell me that I should think about myself. I can hear your voice saying that. You always said it, and I always said that you were my life. It’s true, you know. You were my lifeline, and now I’m drifting. I have to get back on track somehow, but I don’t know how to do it. I’ve thrown myself into my work, trying to eradicate all my memories, but it’s not working. I still remember, and I’m writing them here so as not to forget them. No one will ever read this, but I have to write them anyway. It helps me, though I’m not yet sure how much. I know that you would want me to remember you, and I will.
Forever.
Draco.

Ron put down the letter, trembling. How could this be? It was impossible! Malfoy and Harry had hated each other! Hadn’t they? Suddenly Ron didn’t know, and it frightened him. He looked through the sketches again. Yes, there were the unicorns, and there were the leaves, and there were the apples, and the ice skating, and the sugar… all the instances that Malfoy had so carefully chronicled were repeated in the drawings. It was true. They had…
Ron stood suddenly, unable to contemplate it any more. He had to get out, had to leave this room, this house. He couldn’t deal with this on his own, he thought. He needed Hermione. Yes, Hermione would know what to do. He gathered up the letter and the sketchpad and turned to leave. Without knowing why he did so, he turned at the last minute and carefully placed the picture he’d intended to burn back on the dresser. The he closed his eyes and Apparated.

_________________
My typing fingers are the portal to my soul
--Samantha Cullen
If you wanna scream, scream loudly
--Lilly Cullen
Friends don't put friends on their hitlists
--yours truly
Veni, Vidi, Visa... I came, I saw, I did a little shopping...
--Fumbling towards Ecstasy

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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Mon Apr 14, 2008 2:19 am

This is veeeeeeeeeery good! Your writing is amazing, and even though I haven't read much slash before, I still find it touching. Now I'm tempted to go and look at some of your other fanfics!

And for those of you who can't be bothered to click the link, and can't be bothered reading this, here is my message for you:

READ IT NOW! IT'S WORTH IT!!!

Haha, I'm going crazy, I know Razz But hopefully it'll work Very Happy
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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Mon Apr 14, 2008 10:30 am

thank you so much! yay! let me know what you think!

lol, thanks Razz

going crazy? sam? what a surprise Razz

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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Mon Apr 14, 2008 9:17 pm

You're welcome! I'll get some time to read them today, because I've got about four hours before I head back down to the arena (I skated this morning, and I'm skating again this afternoon Razz)

Yeah, only "going crazy" isn't the best way to put it, seeing as I'm already totally insane...
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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Mon Apr 14, 2008 9:22 pm

yay! it's still sunday in australia? or do you have monday off? (and, if so, why???)

yeah... lol, but you can go crazier! Razz

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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Mon Apr 14, 2008 9:25 pm

Hey, we're on at the same time!! Very Happy

It's Tuesday now, but I have two weeks off because it's the holidays Razz

Lol, that's true. Hard to get any crazier than I already am (well, not for me... there's no limit to my craziness) but it's possible Razz
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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Mon Apr 14, 2008 9:26 pm

yay us!

oh, right. it's monday night here, and i have school tomorrow. Mad

lol, good point. and you can always get crazier! it's not physically possible to stop getting crazier! Razz

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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Mon Apr 14, 2008 10:05 pm

Very Happy

Ah, that sucks. It must be pretty late there. Well maybe you can... be "sick" tomorrow Twisted Evil *bows*

That's true. I don't think there's a limit to anyone's craziness. Some peoples' just... grows more rampantly than others', lol Razz
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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Mon Apr 14, 2008 10:10 pm

i doubt it. i have work to turn in. *shrug* it's not all that late, actually.

exactly. and some are more willing to admit to it than others Razz.

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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:07 pm

Ah, well in that case, you'd better go (you've probably already gone by now, but whatever Razz) Well good for you! Most of my work ends up being... extremely late.

That's true too. People who aren't willing to admit their craziness are just... nincompoops. Sorry, I don't know where that word came from, but it seemed to fit Very Happy
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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Tue Apr 15, 2008 7:11 pm

i have nice teachers who let me turn work in late Very Happy!

i like that word. this girl who sits next to me in choir has a thing on her binder that's "words that sound dirty but aren't." they're amusing. let's see if i can remember them all:
masticate
poo-poo-platter
uranus
cocktail

i think there's at least one more, but i can't remember it.

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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Tue Apr 15, 2008 8:40 pm

Lucky you. I do too, but some of them are just like, "Nope. If you hand it in late, you get zero," which sucks.

Lol, I like those words! I remember 'poo-poo-platter' from that movie 'A Bug's Life' where one of the waitresses goes "Who ordered the poo-poo-platter?" and hands a very disgusting looking dish to a bunch of flies Razz The other words are cool too. What does the first one actually mean?
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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Tue Apr 15, 2008 8:46 pm

i have a couple like that too, but most of them are really nice about late work.

i don't remember that part, but it's the kind of thing that would happen in that movie!

masticate: to reduce to a pulp by crushing or kneading, as rubber. (thank you dictionary.com!) Razz

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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Tue Apr 15, 2008 9:41 pm

Yeah, it's the same with my teachers. Most of them are fine about it, but there are just a few mean ones like that.

Yup Very Happy It's a pretty good movie, for a kids movie Razz I loved the anthills.

Oh, okay Razz I think I might've known what it meant, once. Dictionary.com is very handy. I use the thesaurus equivalent (thesaurus.resource.com) all the time.
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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Wed Apr 16, 2008 12:12 pm

i guess there will always be mean ones...

i don't remember much at all. i'm fairly certain i liked it, though Razz.

i love it. it's the easiest dictionary to use! (though at least i CAN use a conventional one. my brother is apparently incapable of remembering the alphabet, so he can't use dictionaries. it's sad.

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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Thu Apr 17, 2008 7:40 pm

Yeah, like my grade four teachers... don't even REMIND me of her. When it came to picking favourites, she was the worst EVER. And, uh... let's just say I wasn't one of her favourites. For no particular reason, she hated me.

Yeah, I haven't seen it in like... five years Razz But I remember it was pretty good. You probably would have liked it.

It is very easy to use. I can't be bothered using a conventional one (I mean, obviously, I can, but it involves going all the way upstairs to my dad's office, stealing his dictionary off the shelf, and returning it afterwards). Wow, your brother can't remember the alphabet? There are a lot of people like that here, but I thought it was just an Australian thing, and most of them just forget the order of some letters (though that's still rather pathetic). I learned the alphabet when I was like... four or something (then again, we had the stupid little posters on our wall, and for some time I thought "L-M-N-O-P" was all one word Rolling Eyes)
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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Sat Apr 19, 2008 12:07 pm

my last year's history teacher was like that too. *shudder* she liked the jocks and the student council people, and i am neither.

yeah. i'd probably like it more now, though. i've grown to appreciate stupid cartoons.

yeah, exactly. my brother has issues with the alphabet. i suspect he's been turned off it by my dad. i can deal with my dad's... less than gentle homework tactics (as in, he hasn't made me cry in forever) but my brother still has issues with it. lol, nice!

more fanfic, since i'm in that kind of mood...
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“Wait!”

The black haired boy paused to let the other catch up. His ice blond hair flew out behind him as he ran and, for once, he didn’t care. He had to talk with the Gryffindor, had to explain. He couldn’t bear the cold look in the other boy’s eyes, couldn’t stand the hatred that passed across his face as he glanced in the Slytherin’s direction.

“What is it?” the Gryffindor snarled, eyeing the panting Slytherin with loathing. “I have no more to say to you.”

“Please,” the Slytherin pleaded, hearing how close to begging he was and not caring. “I… I need to talk to you.”

“No you don’t. Your actions speak for you. It’s clear that you’ve chosen your path and now I’m choosing mine. You’re nothing to me anymore.”

The Slytherin stood there, his heart on his sleeve, his eyes perilously close to filling with tears. This couldn’t be happening! They’d promised! They’d promised, when they first realized what was happening, that they wouldn’t ever leave. And now… now the Gryffindor was turning his back and walking away, leaving the seventeen-year-old Slytherin to fend for himself.

“Please,” he said again. “Please listen to me!”

With an irritated sigh, the Gryffindor glanced around the corridors, checking for his friends, then hissed, “Fine. I’ll talk to you tonight. Meet me on the Astronomy Tower and talk.”

The Slytherin nodded, relief crossing his features. “Thank you,” he whispered.

The Gryffindor scowled and swept away, leaving the blond Slytherin standing alone in the corridor, his eyes still threatening to water and his face arranged in a slight smile. Everything would be all right now. The Gryffindor had accepted to listen to him, and now he would be able to fix the damage his unthinking remark had made. Everything would go back to the way it had been.
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“So you’re telling me that you didn’t mean it when you said you were going to join them?” the Gryffindor asked, leaning against the wall and looking up at the stars. He carefully didn’t meet the Slytherin’s eyes, and the blond boy knew that he wasn’t forgiven. He doubted that the Gryffindor truly believed him, and the black haired boy’s skepticism cut deeply.

The Slytherin nodded.

“So why did you say it?” the Gryffindor demanded.

“I… I don’t know,” the Slytherin admitted. “It just slipped out.”

“Just slipped out?” the Gryffindor asked, his hazel eyes cynical, his midnight-colored eyebrows raised.

The Slytherin nodded again.

“Maybe you should be more careful what you let ‘slip out,’” the Gryffindor said in disgust. “Half the people in the school heard you, you know. How long do you think it’ll be until someone tries to attack you for words that just ‘slipped out’?”

Shamefaced, the Slytherin didn’t answer.

The Gryffindor waited a beat, then grimaced. “Why am I even trying? I know as well as you do that it won’t be long until you do join them.”

Outrage filled the Slytherin’s gray eyes. “What are you saying?” he demanded. “I’ll never join them! How can you even think that of me?!”

The Gryffindor regarded him steadily. “You think I haven’t seen the way you perk up whenever someone mentions them?” he asked. “You think I don’t know about the books you check out from the library? Stop trying to hide it from me. It’s not working.”

Helpless, the Slytherin stared at the Gryffindor. The accusations stung hi to the core, but the blank hatred in the other boy’s hazel eyes hurt more. He knew that the Gryffindor could never forget him. He’d ruined everything, and now no one could fix it. He tried to think of something to say that wouldn’t be a lie, tried to find words to express his emotions. His brain failed him, and he saw the Gryffindor’s face harden. He knew even as the other boy’s tanned face closed and his hands clenched that he had ruined his last chance. If only he could have thought of something to say, anything to prove his innocence, then it might have been saved. But there was nothing more he could do. It was over.

“You disgust me,” the Gryffindor said icily. “I thought I could trust you. I thought you loved me enough to put aside all of this and do the right thing. I thought you were willing to defy your family for me and give up everything. But I was wrong, wasn’t I? Did you ever even love me? Were you just playing with me to further your own ends?” His voice had risen as he spoke, and it broke as he added, “Do I mean anything to you?”

The Slytherin stood, rooted to the spot by the Gryffindor’s angry words. He could only stare helplessly as the hazel eyes filled with tears at his silence. With a violent motion, the Gryffindor swept past the Slytherin and stomped down the stairs, the tears spilling over and turning to angry, desperate sobs that he made no effort to quell. The Slytherin couldn’t move. Why hadn’t he denied it? Why hadn’t he insisted that he did love the Gryffindor? It would be the truth. He loved the Gryffindor more than anything, yet he hadn’t defended himself, hadn’t tried to stop the tears. Why?

He walked down the stairs in his turn, pretending not to notice the Gryffindor’s tracks on the slightly dusty floor. Gone were the days when he was welcome. Gone were the days when he could turn a frown to a smile with a single look. He was alone again, and it hurt more than he was willing to admit, even to himself.
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“Will you swear allegiance to me and only to me?” The dark-haired man’s words ran through the former Slytherin’s ears. There was only one answer he could give, though the man in front of him was making it into a question.

The blond man – he had not been a boy in years, though he was the youngest of all the people in the room – nodded stiffly.

“Then open yourself to me and allow me to purge your heart.”

The blond man gulped at that, but nodded again. He had no choice. He closed his eyes as the dark-haired man cast a spell and slid into the blond’s heart. The blond kept his eyes firmly closed as the man who would soon be his master examined every corner of his being, searching for flaws.

The blond knew the exact moment when his master found the Gryffindor. A pain like none he had ever known seared through him, and he fell to his knees, clutching his palms to his chest in an effort to stop the agony. It continued.

“The impurity is seeping from you,” his master proclaimed, watching the blond man’s pain with satisfaction. “Do not hinder it.”

The blond man gasped something in response, still bent over and clutching his heart. A force stronger than he forced his hands away from his chest, and he watched in stunned horror as a tiny ball passed through his skin and floated away. The moment it left him, the pain vanished, leaving him weak-kneed and trembling. The tiny orb hovered in front of him, waiting.

“Take it,” his master ordered.

Hesitantly, the blond man reached out and captured the ball, examining it.

“Those are the impurities in your soul,” his master proclaimed. “Destroy them.”

The blond man stared up at his master, unsure of how to go about destroying parts of his own soul. His master looked down impassively, clearly unwilling to divulge in needed information. The blond man looked back down at the orb in his palm. Suddenly, he knew what had to be done, and he opened his mouth for the first time.

“You are nothing,” he whispered to the orb. It trembled slightly, and he knew he was on the right track. “I do not need any of you. I have a master who will replace you a hundredfold. You are unworthy of him and unworthy of me. Vanish.” As he spoke, the orb paled until only a miniscule scrap remained. The blond man knew what that scrap was: his love for the Gryffindor. The love that had hurt so much and that would still hurt him. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to obliterate it. It was too precious to kill. Glancing up at his master, he made a decision and pressed the fragment into his skin. It oozed back into him, making its way through his body and back into his heart. He felt a moment’s pain as it settled in, then only relief. It was right. It should be there, and he felt profoundly grateful that he had not killed it.

His master did not seem to have noticed. “Are you prepared to become one of mine?” he asked, looking at the blond man with approval.

The blond nodded.

“Then hold out your arm.”

The blond did as he was bid, and as the pain of branding swept through him, he could only think of one thing: the black-haired Gryffindor he was betraying.
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(If anyone picked up on the clues I left, they should be able to tell that this is not about Harry and Draco. It is about their respective fathers. *shrug* I like most potter/malfoy pairing.)

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PostSubject: Re: fanfics by Queen of Angst   Tue Apr 22, 2008 12:40 am

I knew it was about James and Lucius as soon as I read the part about the hazel eyes (because I'm just a Harry Potter freak like that Razz)

Man (woman Razz), you are such a great writer!! You're able to portray the emotions and thoughts and drama so well, that even when I'm not a full-on fan of the pairing (Lily and James are my thing) it still makes me sad at the end. Well done Very Happy
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