Duj is like Marionros's secret twin sister or something, and I knew she had an FFN account, but I'd never really looked at it until today.
A Bludger to the Gut: "reflection-fic", as I call it - where the entire thing is just one character angsting internally or contemplating their love interest. This one is Snape wangsting on about how Dumbledore appointed Lupin as DADA teacher and how bad his youth was. Also, speaking in an oddly Shakespearean tone.
He hired Lupin – and offered me as a sop the chance to teach Defense three days of every month, three out of thirty.
Turncoat: two drabbles.
Fortune favours the quick-witted. When I saw Dumbledore arrive, I realised this was my chance. Destroy the prophecy as I had destroyed the Horcrux, let myself be taken – Azkaban without Dementors is a safer refuge than most – and establish my alibi for any Death Eater crimes committed after my incarceration.
Translation aided by the a/n: Lucius hoped the diary would be destroyed eventually when he gave it to Ginny, and he destroyed the prophecy on purpose because he thought Azkaban would be a safe place. (You know ... the prison that drives people insane.)
The Marauders were never my real pack, just a temporary substitute. Granted, they became Animagi for me, but true friends would have become werewolves, my brothers all month round.
Lupin killed Sirius! Yes, it wasn't Bellatrix. Madness, madness.
NB this was written after HBP, the book of "woe I am a monster like those other werewolves I suck".
Wrong: Uses bb!Remus as a mouthpiece for "there's no dark magic" wankery.
James had never asked himself this question. It was too obvious.
Rich pickins, my friends.
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