Current mood:	desprete.
Current music:	Parseltougne

Part CCXXX - facing the interrogative moon
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“Hello Abi how was your holiday?” i asked as she bounced into my arms.
“It was great, Black, James and me spent lots of time playing quiditch in James’s garden, and Black was officially adopted by the potter’s. Ummm what else happened, oh i know Emma and Remus are going out now.” I smiled at Abi, she was around 5ft 5 and had very short brown hair, she had the shortest fuse ever and if you annoyed her you were better off dead, she was also obsessed with quiditch, she was a chaser on the Gryffindor team. She lived next to James and his family.
Hang on did i just call him James. OMG i did i called him James.
Of course you did, that is his name.
But OMG what is wrong with me, i think i’m going crazy.
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Calm lily, calm. Don’t panic. If you panic it gets worse.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! My life is going to end. I called him James in front of Abi, she’ll go tell Emma, Emma will tell Remus, Remus will tell James!!!! This is not good....
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I swear i have done this before.

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Maybe it was James??
It can’t be...OMG can it!?!
Will lily find out who that boy is? Is it James? So many questions you want to ask.
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“Hey....so are you ok” Ginny had said to fill the silence. “Yeah...I hope you’s all are” Harry had replied.
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“You really have a speciality of that curse Hermione” said Ron. They were all having yet another chat until everything went black but the blue-bells were still lit, but they all knew something was wrong. Very wrong.
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Hermione and Ginny both said at the same time whil still duelling the strong death eater Macnair “Stupefy”, it hit Macnair into the middle of his heart. Macnair was now nowhere to be seen. Ginny hugged Hermione so hard. After they let go, Fenrir and Rookwood stood up, cured from there curse and said a spell that Hermione and Ginny thought was funny “Periculam”.
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Her Patronus was a rabbit. It prounced all the way up to Rodolphus and blinded his sight.
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“Harry...Harry Potter, I finally have met you” Rodolphus had said. “You have seen me and tried to kill me too!” Harry said raising his voice.
“Harry the truth is that—“ Hermione had said, but Rodolphus had interrupted her. “I will tell him...the truth is that when I was about your age I lived in a small village right next to Bellatrix’s house and one night I went repairing lamps—“ Rodolphus was interrupted by Harry this time. “You, the evil monster, was repairing street lamps?”. “Can I please finsih( Harry had nodded and listened once again)...well while I was repairing the street lamps, Bellatrix Black had been walking down to were I was. The time she reached me she said If I would like to come over to her house for dinner, but I wouldn’t go out with her because all of her family had suppoted You know who and I said nicely no and then she got angry and ran into her house.
Harry looked over to Hermione and she gave him a slight nod. Harry looked back at Rodolphus and listened again. Rodolphus had said again “So, the next day I was cutting my grass until she had popped up again and said that I looked thirsty and she handed me a butterbeer so I drank it and then that was it, the next thing I know is that I’m back at Hogwarts, Im now 30 years old and I was a Death Eater!”. Rodolphus had finsihed talking and Harry had apologised to Rodolphus for yelling at him.
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Here I am again, sitting in the bathroom by the toilet puking my guts out. But does anyone come? Of course not! Not in this house. See I live with my cousin and her husband and kid. I’m pretty sure they hate me, but I have nowhere else to go so I stay. I mean I am only seven, though most would think I’m under five.
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I was suppose to be the Saviour of the wizarding world. Instead, here I was, mourning the death of the great Lord Voldemort. Yes, he was dying. I shocked the Death Eaters by kneeling down. Something clicked in me then. It wasn't ment to be like this. Seeing him lie there, defenceless, made me realize something. Voldemort watched me, eyes now open, when they were once closed. He didn't say anything, for, his breathing was harsh and short.
"Lord Voldemort." I whispered, moving closer. I wasn't afraid of him. No, not me. I was afraid FOR him. I didn't want him to die! Me and him could love so greatly, I just knew it. How dare others call him repulsive and ugly? To me, he wasn't the snake bastard anymore. He was an serpent angel, fallen from the heavens. A gift from Lucifer, no doubt.
Then, I did something so shockingly, those who were watching froze. I kissed the Dark Lord, Voldemort, Tom Marvolo(SP?)Riddle. Yes, I kissed him.
My soft lips pressed aganist his. When I pulled back, I could see the shock in his red eyes.
"Kill me now, Harry Potter." Voldemort rasped out. His eyes closed. I looked at him sadly. I couldn't kill him! He was my other half. No! Never, I would never kill him!
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Be immortal, I hissed in Parseltougne. Ah, the wonders parselmagic could do.
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I said the last two words in parseltougne. My tougne flickered out, so fast that nobody would be able to see but Voldemort. I could smell Snape's shock and anger.
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I turned towards the Death Eaters and bared my teeth. My fangs (Yeah, I was a vampire) gleamed in the moonlight.
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(the author’s notes)
This is my first fanfiction so be kind tell me what you think and give me some of your idears I really would like to know so review and tell if you like it i would like to thank walking-on-a-dream
for beta this story she beta what i sent her and the i had thought and add more so the end part might be a little rough but please tell me what you think
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6:00PM- Stair into space and wonder if life would be better if you died
11:00PM- Try to sleep
1:00AM- Wake up screaming soaked in cold sweat with word murder chanting in
my head
1:30AM- Go outside for a run to try and forget the nightmares
4:00AM- 100 Push ups and 100 sit-ups
5:00AM- Lie in bed thing of ways to die
That was Harry James Potters to-do list for the summer every day.
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The next morning Harrys Morning started the same as everyother he had now become so depressed that he was on auto pilot he had just come back from his jog and sit up and push ups he got a look at him self and he was looking pretty built from all the running and trainning and from the trainning in 4th year fom the Gobalt of fire his hair was short now then last year the biggest change was his eyes instead of last year when his eyes held some hope and life and love now they held that off some one the was empty that held no hope nothing but for one re head she could not take it anymore and she was to inform a man that she was about make 5 people pay for this and he was going to go with her and back her up with what ever she says or dose even if she has to use physical violance
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Notes: We wanted to do an age story but with R/Hr. So Ron is 25 and Hermione is 36. Go cougars!
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Hermione was at her desk, filling out some paperwork. She was thirty-six years old and had never been married. She knew she was pathetic
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"If two Ministry works, in the same department, were in engage in a sexual relationship. And one of them were in a high position of power, as long as both were willing and the person with more power didn't treat the one with less differently neither would get in trouble right?" Ron asked, his eyes on her lips.
"It depends on whether the one with less power is any good at pleasing the one with more power who is in great need of said act," Hermione said, looking at him, licking her fork.
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He face showed his innocents and his youth, but also masculinity and a passion.
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Ron moved and nuzzled her breasts and sucked on them as he grew closer. Hers were full and real he was betting too.
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(the author’s notes)
Alrighty!
Okay, so, lemme explain a little bit first. Yes, this is a self insert fan fiction. And yeah, I know. Self inserts are like...uber gei, but this idea came about after a discussion with a close friend of mine. We were talking about how cool it would be to go to Hogwarts and what houses we would most likely be in and who we may be friends with. And he suggested that I write a fan fiction of all of us at Hogwarts for fun. So, I took the challenge!
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Olivia was 16. She was in fifth year. She had shoulder length, thick strawberry blonde hair with bangs that hung perfectly above her eyes. Her eyes. No one that she knew had eyes like hers. When she was happy, they were blue. When she was mad, they were green. Embarrassed or upset, they were gold. That wasn't the end of the rainbow that was her eyes but it was the main things that she felt. Except for when she was depressed, then they were brown.
She had a large chest, a slim waist, and wide hips. A very hourglass, womanly figure. She only reached a height of 5'1" and she was a little on the heavy side of that weight. Only by a little. She was around 120 lbs and she should have been 112 lbs. So what? All the weight was in her boobs and her ass. Something she wasn't proud of, but the guys liked it. Alot.
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The pointed part of the hat moved towards the older wizard. Olivia and Dumbledore were the only ones able to hear him.
"She's everything. She's brave like a Gryffindor, intelligent like a Ravenclaw, she's loyal like a Hufflepuff and she's sneaky like a Slytherin, no offense Olivia." he apologized.
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"You can't pick? Seriously?" Dumbledore asked.
"Seriously. The only way she's going to get a House is if you personally assign her one. Or give her her own one."
"I like the last idea. O.k. Olivia, your personalHouse will be Eximius. It's Latin for Extraordinary because you truly are an extraordinary young witch." Olivia blushed. "It's password will be Mirus, it means the same thing as Eximius. Don't tell anyone. It won't be finished tonight so you'll be staying in Gryffindor."
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Hermione enjoyed herself too - most girls do like to get to get 'all dolled up', and Hermione, for all her disgust with simpering bimbo witches, was no exception.
All this may be surprising to those who saw her in her later years, for Dark Lady Jane always had the reputation of being the best and most daringly dressed witch at any formal dinner or ball later on. Even her fighting clothes, the black tracksuits or army camouflage she would wear on the battlefield, often end ed up in the pages of witch's fashion magazines. Her infamy and strategic press leaks did more to make Muggle styles fashionable for the hip crowd than anyone in recent history, with the possible exceptions of John Castarioni and Lady Altair de Menezes. And Sasha Veranova, of course.
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But she did exchange more than a few words with Moron that night. Indeed, most historians consider it a defining moment, the start of the transformation of Hermione Jane Granger to Dark Lady Jane. It was the moment Albus Dumbledore - and many others - put her on his Possible Future Dark Sorcerers list. Most French feminists say it was the start of the Third Eurasian Revival of Witchcraft.
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8. Draco Malfoy, a proud Pureblood scion with very little to be proud about, correcly pointed out that under British law, a Mudblood who lost to a Pureblood in a duel would have her magic stripped from her.
9. Ginny returned with a very pale looking Moron. Potter trailed them both.
10. Potter tried to persuade Hermione to forgive Moron.
11. Hermione slapped Potter, who staggered back a couple of steps.
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14. Reluctantly, Albus Dumbledore cleared a space for the duel.
15. Hermione transfigured her elegant periwinkle blue dress to a comfortable loose-fitting periwinkle blue tracksuit. Many straight males became rather glad that they were wearing school robes, seeing as conservative Pureblood fashion didn't allow women to wear anything remotely interesting.
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Hermione shook her hair out, casting a spell to return it from a delicate coiffure to its normal wild self. A few muttered spells later, it was flowing back as if in a wind, sparks crackling as they emitted excess magic. An imposing sight that she would perfect in future battles, leading to one of her many titles - the Mudblood Medusa.
Potter, in the corner with the other Weasleys, was quiet. He occasionally touched his cheek as if to verify that his homework whore had really slapped him.
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After what felt like hours, the redhead was dry heaving painfully, and the duelling platform was covered with vomit.
Most bookies did not look pleased.
One of the Weasley twins was taking notes.
Jane stopped the torture of her former friend. Moron looked dazed, nauseous, covered in vomit, and terrified.
Potter looked furious.
Jane started chanting softly, swaying her body sinuously in time with the stanzas. Her irises vanished, leaving her eyes completely white and glazed over.
Dumbledore put his face in his hands.
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Moron's elongated (and very thin) penis continued to wrap itself around the terrified wizard. If he suffered from low self-esteem before, that was nothing compared to what he would suffer for the rest of his life. The rules said nothing about inflicting lasting non-physical damage.
Hermione's irises returned, though they were now a savage white contrasting against the black of the rest of her eyes. She looked at her opponent, as if for the first time, and a terrifying smirk found its way to her face. I had seen such an expression before, on a medieval Muggle painting of the Christian Devil as he led a herd of screaming humans to their eternal damnation.
Her right hand jerked, then thrust forward.
Moron's dick thrust forward into its owner's unwilling mouth. He desperately tried to keep it closed, but a clothes peg appeared on his nose.
For the next few minutes, we were treated to a new meaning of the phrase 'Go Fuck Yourself'. It was very informative, and chockfull of possibilities for anyone who wasn't a heterosexual male idiot.
Then the motion stopped. Slowly, Moron, still wrapped in cock, toppled over. And every wizard watching, including myself, winced and unconsciously moved our hands to our groin. Moron screamed as his body crushed half his penis.
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Odette Ivanjilinah Envy Neveah- Miko Valencia is a vampire Valkyrie. She can control air, earth, fire, water, and nuclear weapons except she can only control one of these each day and she never knows which one it will be.
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“Even in my dreams I am haunted by it all!” she wailed loudly to herself. She ran to the window. The highest window of the tower. And stood up on the ledge, her face facing the interrogative moon. It’s laughing face ridiculing her in all her terrible shame. She stood on the ledge, and leant over, slowly hoping gravity would do its business for her…
Harry was flying his Dart (the new broom of the season sent by Sirius in sixth year). He was doing back flips and twirls and he was prancing happily in the air away from Hogwarts.
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All of a sudden, he heared a beautiful voice of a girl in the distance, sobbing, crying. He was a brilliant flash of red in the window of a tower, and was entranced by it, and like a dart to a dartboard, a bull to a red cloth, he valiantly darted his broom in that direction.
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She drew her dagger, that she had getten from the caves of Norseway made by dwarves. It was a brilliant silver dagger encrusted with rubies and silver letters that didn’t say anything, they were just letters. She then grabbed it in a great fist and in a fit, she dug the tip into her wrist, and slashed sideways, over and over and over and over. She then got to work on the other arm, slashing side ways over and over and over until the blood was dripping down her voluminous crimson lace gown down to her ankles it dripped. Then, in a sudden dash, she lifted the knife high the air to the knife sky. Glaring at the moon, as if it were a person, she aimed the dagger at her neck, and sliced a deep cut against her protruding chest that represented self hate and despair of the soul. She gasped a tiny, baby like gasp, suddenly, realising that she wanted to kill herself over and over, but didn’t want to die. She would never be able to kill herself again once she was dead.
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Without a moments hesitation, he suddenly stared at the bundle of red flowing lace he had saved from death in his arm. What a beautiful fair, moonlit face she had! Those crimson stained lips, parting ever so gently in the moonlight, her flowing hair, enveloping them both, gently in the breeze like a veil. It smelled astonishing. He grabbed a handful and stroked it against his face. He could smell many wonderful things.
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While they were walking, people in the hallways gasped at Ivan’s beauty. Although she bled so much and was still healing from the scars she still looked amazing, ven in her ratty hospital gown, whose light colour was nothing compared to the lightness and purity of her skin.
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"Who do u love, me or that slut!?!" "i love u, Ginny and no one else will interfear with our love" Harry told her, trying to regain her trust "not even Hermione, Cho, or even you mother! I love you. Will you marry me?" Harry asked, his eyes desprete. Ginnny replied flatly,"What about Ron?" Harry pause a second and thought. "Who's Ron?" They then embraced each other. Ron, hearing this punched Harry right in the forehead, hitting his lightnig shaped scar. It seared with pain! He fainted at the sight of Ginny crying out, a green flash, and the shrill laugh of Hermione. Harry Potter was dead, because of his "best friend". About a hour later, Ginny couldn't bear it anymore! She murdered herself, as did Hermione for killing Harry. Right before each girl killed themselves, you would hear a "I LOVE YOU ,HARRY POTTER" and then a green flash of light - they were gone.


Thanks to:
pica_scribit for the fic in which Lily can`t stop panicking, the fic in which Rodolphus is so OOC he repairs streetlamps, the fic in which a young Sue pukes her guts out, the Voldemort/Harry fic, the fic with Harry`s to do list, the “cougar” Hermione fic and the “uber gei” author`s note.