Flitwick's Tidbits

[Ravenclaw]

Argh...

Not QUITE a fic... Nor does it have much to do with flitwick... But doesn't that sound cool?

I've been looking through my fan fics and growling because the ones I find either I'm not happy enough with to put up, or they're too strange/highrated/incomplete. BUT, I did find many TIDBITS (hense the name) that I've written that I HAVE liked that are PG. So, if no one minds, I am going to post them here at various times.

(Note: also, should this go here? Cause all the other threads are actual fan fics and this has a lot to do with it... Thought Leaky Cauldron, but thought this would be better.)

Please, feel free to share your unfinished work and excerpts in this space too, for I'd love to see little anecdotes said by fictional characters and written by wonderful creative minds.

Here's one I found today...

Sirius, James, Remus and Lily discuss a long wondered question (From my PG-13 rated story, Addicted, A different take on the Lily/James romance.)


“Why isn’t Peter around?” Lily asked. James rolled his eyes.
“He and Sirius got in another fight,” Remus informed her. Lily looked to Sirius for an explanation. Sirius shrugged.
“I keep telling him that it was the chicken!”
“What?” Lily said, confused.
“You know,” said Sirius, “that came first.” There were a few more chuckles, but Sirius’s eyes widened. “I’m serious!” he stated.
“Of course you are,” said James. “Glad to hear you haven’t forgotten your name.”
“No,” Sirius glared. “See, this is how I see it, some pterodactyl gave birth to this mutated baby pterodactyl and it turned out to be a chicken!”
“Uh, Sirius, pterodactyls don’t give birth... they lay eggs. So technically, in your theory, the egg came before the chicken,” Remus pointed out.
“And that’s not how it works,” Lily put in, remembering Petunia bragging about her biology grade. “Evolution takes small steps and chickens didn’t come from one mutated baby pterodactyl... they came from many different factors.”
Sirius grunted at the both of them.
“You’re both book geeks,” he muttered, and stuffed a chocolate frog in his mouth.


Come to think of it, that doesn't have much to do with the story itself and is rather random, seeing as the fic is much darker than that lighthearted paragraph made it sound and is somewhat misleading...
Hey, I said some big words in that paragraph! :clap:

[StarGazr]

This is a cute idea... posting snippits of your stories. Now, are the complete versions available to read somewhere else? I for one would like to see where this conversation about a chicken came from :D

[Ravenclaw]

Found another one:

“You can go back, you know. This is my fight.”
“I’m not leaving you alone, you twit! You’ll be killed!”
“And you’ll go down with me! Ron, please, I don’t want to see anyone else die. Not now, not you.”
“Oh, and you think I’m fine with the fact that you’re going to die? ‘Oh, yeah, by the way, I forgot to mention, Harry’s going up against You-Know-Who and we may never see him again because he could be maimed, destroyed, killed, blown up or worse! Have some more tea, then!’ ”
Harry stopped running and turned to Ron, who was mirroring the exact same look of terrified determination that his best friend wore.
“You really want to do this, don’t you?”
“For you, Harry,” said Ron, sincerely, “For Hermione.” Harry grinned and gave Ron a hard, reassuring pat on the shoulder.
“It’ll be good to fight with you, Ron. Come on, let’s go get him, for Hermione.” The two friends met in a brotherly embrace. “Promise me, something though, Ron.” Harry’s eyes were pleading. Ron nodded, vigorously. “Don’t get killed. It’ll be a vicious fight, but don’t get killed, please.” Ron held his breath for a moment as Harry looked at him, asking Ron to make this promise neither of them was sure he could keep.
Ron finally realized the grave danger he was putting himself in. Ever since he saw Hermione in the hospital wing, the soul surviving victim of one of Voldemort’s attacks, it had been about revenge, about glory, about protecting Harry. It wasn’t until now did he even think to ask the question: Who was protecting him?
Finally, Ron nodded. He knew the answer to the question as soon as he saw the concern in the emerald eyes of his companion.
“I promise, Harry. If you promise me the same in return.”


^^-- From Out of Place, also another unpublished, but never finished tale.

And to answer your question, um... no. That clip was from an almost finished fan fic I intend to post somewhere that accepts something other than PG. Actually, it's not that interesting and the chicken discussion was completely random.

I've started a lot of things I've never finished. Bad habbit.

[Elfëa]

I've started loads of things I never finish. I use them as sources for other fics. :p

Here's a bit of R rated fic I'm writing, around Chapter 5:

“Harry? Have you seen my…” Hermione’s voice trailed of as she searched something furiously under the cushions, spotting finally something under the table.
“What?” Harry looked up from his every morning’s the Daily Prophet.
“There it is.”
“Where?” he looked at her, picking something underneath the living room table, “What’s there?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“Nothing as nothing or nothing as nothing important or nothing as nothing that you can tell me?”
“You know there’s nothing I can’t tell you.”
“Well, what were you looking for then?”
“Nothing important,” she answered teasingly.
"Mione!”
“Harry,” she replied with same tone. He stood up from the couch and came across the room where she stood. She saw the look in his eyes and was about to run away, but he was faster.
The tickling match was furious; neither of them came out of it as winner. Panting they gave up fighting. Harry got on his feet and offered his hand for her to help her up. Giving her a quick kiss on lips he looked the clock.
“Oh well. I guess I’ll just be late then… What were you looking for?”

edit: That bit sounds really stupid actually...

here's more:
He took of his travelling cloak and snarled, “Care to tell me, Potter, what was that message about?” Harry looked up at him from his pint. “Before you start your questioning, I must say that I have no idea of Miss Weasley’s current whereabouts.” But something flickered behind the steel gaze. Harry just stared him.
“Care to give up the act Malfoy? Or aren’t you able to have a civil conversation?” Harry growled as Draco sat down and took a sip of his pint.
“Listen, I haven’t got bloody single idea where dear Miss Weasley has gone hiding.” Draco looked suddenly tired. Harry observed him for a moment.
“But you don’t deny that you have seen her. That she stayed with you,” he finally commented.
“No.” Draco’s tone was even, carefully measured.

[Colli]

Originally posted by Elfëa
“Nothing as nothing or nothing as nothing important or nothing as nothing that you can tell me?”

:D I hope you're pleased to know that my head is now spinning.

Oh.. the pretty colors..

[Elfëa]

Gah. you posted before I edited more in :p

Yeah, the meaning is to spin the reader. :p And Harry, of course ;)

[Ravenclaw]

Hahaha...

No, not void diving, just have another little thingie I made up.

I have a thing for using prophecies in my fan fics, I love to write them for some reason. I'll give you two for examples (one from my series "Burden of Prophecy" (story "The Devil's Daughter") and another from my series "The Forgotten" (story "The Dreamers")

Ok, now that all my bad grammar is done, let me explain.
Burden of Prophecy can be found at the Dark Arts section at Fiction Alley. The Forgotten can be found at FanFiction.Net under the sn "WitchGirl" (Burden of Prophecy is also there, but I haven't updated the next chapter-- I'm changing my penname soon cuz I hate it, so this might change.)

Quick BoP summary: For three generations, the Prophecy lasted, for three generations it plagued one family. The first was a teenager on the wrong path, and the first step was for her to meet a young boy, the clumsey nephew of a distinguished professor. She was supposed to trick him, decieve him and lead him to the dark side, but, in any classic case, instead, she fell in love....

And the prophecy...

"The birth of a Dark One is ensured
By yee who give him love
As the years pass by his power grows
And He is seen as a merciless God
Yet come later on the Fates contend
A Child is born to fight the Lord
If the Lord can´t be killed by the dagger
Then the boy will be a sword
Two good souls have been chosen
To birth the Son of Light
For only with their fates
Can they help him win the fight
A fiery maiden with hair to match
And a dark-haired reckless spirit
Parents to help him with his destiny
And teach him not to fear it.
The battle´s outcome is unknown
By even We, the Fates
For with good and evil, one never knows
Who is to win the race..."


Summary for the Forgotten: A child, forgotten by time, and by the populous, learns of her blood connection to famous Harry Potter. But she thinks she is just the Child of Legend's elder sister, with nothing more to give. But when she's of age at sixteen, the Gift of Silent Tongues will she receive... And a prophecy, is made about the Dreamer, the Whisperer as she will come to be known. A prophecy to determine the outcome of her brother's unfortunate destiny...

"A child by her mother bound
To know lost fortunes from those downed
Born on bad luck to an unlucky pair
Her brother’s fate was never fair
In battle she’s plagued, in silence damned
To forever know secrets of the forgotten land
The Spirits of Ages to this whisperer will tell
Of dangers waiting in forgotten Hell
This child will soon a woman become
And learn plans of the Forsaken One
Unless he, by the stars, can find a way
To somehow take her breath away
And she will give him what he lacks
To win the battle, to pay the tax
And all will fall and order will bend
Chaos will rein and the Legend will end."

OK, thank you for putting up with me, I'll be gone now.

[Remmycub]

This is from a fic I wrote that I'll try to post soon called Moonlight Hearts.

In this, Remus has begun teaching at Hogwarts again. It's the full moon, but Severus is sick and can't make the potion. It is the early morning. (Warning: Slash)

Remus woke on the cold floor of the Shrieking Shack. He couldn't remember such a horrible transformation since before he met James, Sirius, and Peter. He stood and pulled his cloak from a nearby shelf. Suddenly, the scent of blood other than his assaulted his senses. No it couldn't be. He wouldn't be that stupid.His eyes searched the shadows frantically. Then, he saw a sight that would haunt his dreams for many nights afterward.
Harry was slumped in the corner, a torn, bloody piece of his cloak wrapped around his leg. "NO! Harry, why?" He rushed across the room and dropped to his knees next to the younger male. He gathered Harry in his arms, softly holding him.
"Remmy, I didn't know you hadn't taken it. I thought I'd stay with you," he looked up at Remus, his eyes slightly glazed," I'm one now, aren't I?"
Remus nodded sadly, "Oh, Harry. You shouldn't have to bear this." He tightened his hold on Harry, " You won't go through what I did, I swear." He placed small, almost reverent kisses all over Harry's face. Then, their lips met in a fiery kiss. Remus could already feel the wolf in Harry. Things were going to get very interesting now. They pulled away, breathless. "I'm not looking foward to explaining to everyone..." Harry just smiled at him.
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Hope you liked. I don't think I made any major mistakes, but please point them out if I did. :D

[Ravenclaw]

That was really rather sweet! I always feel sympathy pains for Remus... the poor guy...