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Nano started

Tue, 01 Nov 2005 20:45:06 GMT

Well, Ive started on my Nano story. I havent got a title yet, but I never was any good with them. Only 743 words so far. I could do far more had I not had to go out to work in about 15 mins.

For those of you that wish to read, here is the first part under the cut...

The town of Harpershead was an ordinary town. Other adjectives that could be considered apt were ‘standard’, ‘plain’ and more importantly ‘dull’. It had all the features that you would expect to find in any town across the country. There was the town pub that was populated at all hours by a select group of older men, who bought pint after pint and sat in a haze of pipe smoke contemplating the world. The intriguing question was just how did these men pay for all their beer? They never left the pub so having a job was out of the question. It was possible that they were in fact animatronic dummies, but nobody had ever plucked up the courage to actually ask the barman.
The town had also had a skate-park. This was an area to be avoided by anyone who had endured the rigours of puberty and survived. This included the local constabulary, who had developed a curious ‘blindspot’ when it came to the area. Intelligences that were vast and incomprehensible to our own observed our planet from the depths of space and had concluded that these skate-parks were in fact clever experiments. In these experiments (conducted by the Earth governments), participants were regressed to earlier stages of evolution and their interactions studied. This tells us two things a) Aliens give us more credit than we are worth. And b) Don’t have teenagers. Beings who were even vaster and more intelligent than the previous vast and intelligent beings observed everything and thought the aliens were Bloody lucky.
Nestled in amongst urban sprawl of houses that even the most expert of experts would have trouble spotting the difference, was a school. It had been plonked between the grey and soul sucking concrete monstrosity that was the Shopping centre and the Church, which like to remind people that if they managed to keep their souls from being consumed by retail demons, they were probably going to Hell anyway. That is unless they turned up every Sunday promptly and donated at least 50 pence to the Church sponsored ‘Cats Protection League’. This donation wasn’t an idea put in action by the Church, but was in actually fact a plan masterminded by an ancient and secret society of old ladies. This secret society were using the donations to fund their nefarious schemes and were influencing Vicars across the country with drug spiked cups of tea. Nobody knows the true extent of their plots, but it is known that at some point they intend to seize control of the country by using a vast army of felines. This can be proven as everyone knows at least one instance of a strange old lady who lives alone with multiple moggies. It is also known that Bingo Halls are where these women meet to exchange progress reports and information by clever code involving marking off numbers on coloured pieces of paper.
The School was uninterestingly called ‘Harpershead High School’. It contained the usual combination or pupils and teachers. The old school and slightly manic teachers who’s hands twitched towards canes that no longer existed, any time a student was disobedient. The new age teachers who thought the best way to encourage children was to be their friends. However they did not realise that in order to do this, they had to hang out on darkened street corners supping on cheap bottles of cider and glaring at anyone who dared to walk past them. There were the creepy janitors who made you feel like washing after being five minutes in their presence, the Dinner ladies whose emotionless stare made you feel slightly more depressed as they shovelled endless amounts of grease-ridden chips and pizza onto plate after plate. There were the insufferably bright students who either became doctors or faded into obscurity in offices across the land, the bullies who grew up to either populate prisons or become managers and the sporty students who wished to become as famous as their heroes. In fifteen years time it would be them in the tabloids, photographed with a girl on each arm (or indeed man) and a drunken grin plastered across their faces. Then there was Daniel. Daniel could be described as a standard student much like the school was a standard school. However, he wasn’t plain or dull or uninteresting. He was just ‘Daniel’. Many teachers had discussed the matter and found that this was the best adjective to describe him.

Comments are always welcome

Nanowrimo

Mon, 31 Oct 2005 17:37:33 GMT

So Im signing up (or attempting to) to Nanowrimo this year. I sort of have a story Line ready, but Ive been very lax on the research Id planned. I also know this is a busy month for me so Im not entirely sure I'll make the 50,000. But...we shall see anyway. And it will be good writing practice for me.

I also know I will start off slow because Beginnings are always the difficult part for me.

Im not going to entirely explain what I shall be writing, other than the fact it will Not be Harry Potter.

Anyways, good luck to all the other Participants :)

Crossposted Fic

Tue, 05 Jul 2005 09:39:22 GMT

Here are two fics I posted on juliusgetsbusy

LIFE UNDER THE STAIRS

He woke with a scream, not because of the fat spider that was scuttling across his face, but something far worse. His dreams. He sat cuddling his knees in the darkness, the tears already drying on his face. He didn’t want to make too much noise. If he did, he would make them angry. The stairs creaked above him, as if in warning. He held his breath, awaiting the screams and shouts that were inevitable if he made so much as one peep. Five seconds, ten seconds then twenty passed before he breathed again. He was safe for now. Safe in his home under the stairs.
His eyes adjusted quickly to the half gloom. Judging by the light level it was mid afternoon. He wouldn’t be fed till after their evening meal and only then just scraps.
He reached out with scrawny hands to find the remnants of last night’s meal. Rolling the sleeves up, he hungrily tucked in. Hopefully it would help him forget his dream. His nightmare. His memories. Those flashes that came back to haunt him. Night after night. Most were recent, the beatings the abuse. But he still remembered his parents. Not in the way he wanted to, but enshrouded in green flame He could see them screaming, but not hear them. Instead, cruel laughter filled his ears. Filled his head. Tormented him night after night, and nearly every waking moment. So long ago it happened but it would never leave him. He had lived the rest of his life from then on under these stairs, crammed in a too small cupboard and abused. Abused by family though he hated to use that word. Family. It brought acid bile into his mouth when he thought of it. Finishing his meal, he pushed the empty plate aside and curled up to rest. Time passed and the memories came once more. Memories of his Tormentor bursting into his home. The cruel Laughter, the green murderous fire as his parents fell. And then his tormentor turning towards him with a leering face and eyes so cold.
His tormentor, resplendent in Green and silver robes. His tormentor the most evil and merciless Wizard ever turned out by Hogwarts and by the House Slytherin. His tormentor…Harry Potter.
The very thought of the name made Dudley scream once more. This time he wasn’t lucky. It was heard. He had maybe 30 seconds before Harry would burst in, wand in hand. And then the pain would start. Dudley curled up into a tighter ball. This was his life. His Life under the stairs.

And also this one, which I got lovely reviews for...

Reunion

The Forbidden Forest. The name was perhaps not well chosen. It was not a name that induced fright or fear. Especially not into those children who schooled and played by its boundaries. Instead it instilled a little sense of curiosity. Why was the forest forbidden? What dwelled there? Why couldn’t they go in? And questions led to action. Those brave or rather stupid enough did indeed ignore the name and enter into its depths. Most came out again. Just enough so that the danger was brushed aside by future generations and the cycle continued.
The Wizard currently walking its paths knew different. He knew very well what dangers dwelt inside the forest. And he also knew that those dangers could mean you did not return. Putting those thoughts aside, he continued to follow the path deep into the trees. They loomed above him, skeletal branches seeming to reach for him, blocking all but the barest minimum of moonlight. But that would not stop a Wizard. And so led by Wand-light he carried on, sack swung over on shoulder and a grim look of determination on his face.
It wouldn’t be long before he reached his destination. That suited the wizard. He had no wish to spend any more time in the dank, dark place any more than was necessary. He’d learnt from when he was a child. The trees continued to mock him, swaying in a breeze that was not there and seeming to draw in closer. A faint scuttling sound could be heard all around him, following him throughout his journey. Maybe it was childhood memories. Maybe not. He could not see the source of the noise, and neither did he want to. But he knew what it was.
After what seemed like hours of walking, he had reached his destination. A broad clearing, open to the sky and free of any sort of plant-life. And there in the centre of the clearing was the object of his journey. It sat there seeming somehow forlorn, not moving. He moved closer to the object, drawing comfort from seeing its big hulking shape. Its turquoise paint had almost faded now, and streaks of rust were evident across its body. He moved closer and reached out to touch. His fingers brushed the bonnet and came away with something on his fingers. It was cobwebs. The scuttling sound that had been following him all this time, suddenly became louder and finally the source was revealed. Black chitinous bodies emerged into the clearing. Spiders. Legs long and hairy, danced and trembled in anticipation. Many sets of eyes glinted in the moonlight, whilst fanged jaws dripped ichor onto the floor. The clearing was surrounded, body after body clambering over each other eager to get at the lone wizard who had been foolish enough to enter their lair. But they were holding back. The wizard’s eyes darted to the shape beside him, but there was no sign of life. It wasn’t that keeping them back. All at once, the dancing of the spiders stopped. They sat still, cold eyes still watching him. Their ranks parted at the other end of the clearing, and a vast bulk dragged itself through. It was old, its abdomen bloated and covered with white hairs, its legs could barely support its weight. But the wizard knew its name. Aragog. It regarded him with malevolence before seeming to recognise him. And then it spoke.
‘Wizarrrrrd. You are foolish to come here. But I give you no reprieve as I did not the last time you came. And this time you have no saviourrr.’
It was refering to the vehicle the wizard was standing by. An old Ford Anglia, seemingly dead. The surrounding creatures once again started their dance, ready to taste flesh. All seemed lost, but the situation had been misread by the giant Acromantula.
The wizard was not struck down by fear, but was instead grinning. He dropped down the sack he had carried all the way to the clearing, and a shape burst forth. It seemed small at first but it continued to grow. Larger and larger until a Huge creature occupied the clearing. A Basilisk. The spiders squealed in fright. Their dance was no longer one of anticipation, but one of purest dread. The dance stopped and they seemed frozen. The basilisk hissed and writhed in front of them. Then as one, the spell seemed to be broken and the spiders scuttled away into the forest. That left the wizard, Aragog and the Basilisk. The Acromantula also seemed to be frozen for a moment, but then realisation hit it and it began to laugh.
‘Hahaahhahaha. Very clever wizard. A Boggart.’
The Basilisk stopped writhing and hissing and began to shrink down to smaller size. The Acromantula reached out with a hairy leg and crushed it underfoot.
‘Very clever indeed. But that will not save you from me.’
Aragog began to move forward, its jaws opening, getting ready for a strike.
But the wizard was no longer a small frightened boy as he had been. He was now a man. A man who had not only learnt to face his fears, but had learnt other things as well. Green fire spat forth from his wand and struck the target at point blank range. The Acromantula screamed, wreathed in flame. And then it was over. Aragog fell to the floor, dead, legs curling above him. The wizard regarded the burnt shape a moment before turning to what he had come for. The car. His fingers lovingly stroked its body and memories came flooding back. This time though, he was the saviour.
The wizard grabbed hold of the car and began to push it out of the clearing and onto the path out of the forest. He was taking his friend home. Though the engine was silent, the wizard thought he heard a brief and rather faint honk. He smiled. Everything was going to be alright. The moonlight illuminated the pair as they entered the forest, the wizards red hair shining before the trees swallowed them up and they were gone.

Fourth challenge

Sun, 05 Sep 2004 20:34:02 GMT

The fourth challenge given to me. Dispite distractions, Im managing.

Harry/Draco:Touch me

The Quidditch match had gone as expected. The two Houses with the most points, battling for the Cup. Slytherin and Gryffindor in the final.
It had been brutal. Bludgers being beaten to and fro, occasionally smacking into flesh, knocking some unfortunate player to the floor. Pushing and jostling aplenty as the teams flew down the pitch, hoping....fighting for the next goal.
And in the midst of it all, two people. The game as always, hinging on them. The Seekers. Draco and Harry.
And their battle had been just as bloody. It had started with a elbow to the face from Draco. Then Harry had fought back, lashing out with his foot. They had hit and kicked, spat and shouted, all the time hunting for that elusive snitch.
But it had been inevitable. Harry had caught it, and Gryffindor had once again won The House Cup.
The two met back down on the ground, bloody and bruised. They continued to shout and fight, as they made their way back to the changing rooms. Harry pushed at the Slytherin seeker
‘Don’t you ever touch me again Potter!’ Draco shouted ‘Don’t you ever touch me.’
Their friends shook their heads at the rivalry, and left the two to enter the rooms to change. Once inside, Draco slammed Harry against the wall and guided his hand down to his crotch. Their lips locked.
‘Touch me Potter. Touch me here’

Third Queerditch challenge

Sun, 05 Sep 2004 19:46:28 GMT

Here is the nxt challenge chosen. And this is keeping me from my dinner!
But seriously...

Bellatrix/Regulus: Hard of Hearing

'Regulus!Regulus!, Bella cried, as she stalked through the corridors, as they crumbled around her.
Where was that man, she thought.
'Regulus where are you?' she shouted. She flicked her wand, and a section of wall that was about to hit her, froze in time. She carried on.
The attack had been going so well, until some foolish wizard in their ranks, had thought that to bring the castle down around their ears would be a good idea. Bellatrix hoped it was an accident, although the Dark Lord may not be so pleased. He had had plans for Hogwarts. She pushed open some doors, and entered the Great hall.
‘Regulus there you are!’ she shouted across the chamber. He held his hand up to his ear as if he couldn’t hear and shook his head.
Bellatrix sighed as she clambered across the rubble.
He honestly must be hard of hearing, she thought. The screams of the dying weren’t THAT loud.

Second Challenge

Sun, 05 Sep 2004 19:27:16 GMT

Okay, second Drabble Challenge from the pub, as prompted by apostrophe_ess

Bella/Ginny: Oil

Something had gone out of their relationship, Ginny had thought.
The spark. Thats what had gone. They still loved each other. Ever since that Powerful woman had walked into her life, she had been entranced. Intoxicated even.
And at first, their passion had been aflame. This great temptress, a masterful conquering witch, and so high up in the ranks of the Dark lord. She had chosen little Ginny.
Although no longer little Ginny. Ginevra, the scarlet Death-eater was her new persona.
They had climbed heights of passion night after night, until...it had become routine.
And that had saddened them both.
She sighed. She had turned to her friends for help, but she didn’t know how they could..
’Twooo’ came the cry, as an owl swooped in through the window, depositing something in her lap. In was a bottle. Containing some kind of oil.

Later the pair lay in bed, entwined with each other, bodies glistening. Once again, their passion had set their world on fire.

Drabble

Sun, 05 Sep 2004 17:58:35 GMT

So there I was, when apostrophe_ess notified me of this community: http://www.livejournal.com/community/queerditch_pub/

Which ever sunday posts drabble challenges, in which you have to write a drabble on said challenge in 15mins.
So I went back and had a look at some previous challenges and picked one, to see if I could write one.
And here is the result.

Challenge: Sirius/Remus-Changing the sheets

'Sirius', Remus said 'We have to talk.'

Sirius looked up from the plate of sausages he was devouring with gusto.

'What about?' came his muffled reply, grease rolling down his chin.

Remus sighed. 'The bedroom, Sirius.'

Sirius grinned 'My favourite subject!' He put down his knife and fork, and stared into Remus' eyes.

Remus shook his head 'No no no, I meant this!' He held up a pile of sheets that he had been carrying in his hands. They were covered in dog hair.
‘What have I told you about changing in bed?’ He wagged a finger at Sirius.
‘It’s a real pain trying to wash all of the hair of them you know.’

Sirius pretended to look hurt, before sticking his tongue out.
‘You’re a fine one to talk Remus!’ he said as he pointed to the bin, containing the tattered shreds of the bedding from the previous night.

Crossposted Fics

Wed, 25 Aug 2004 22:54:25 GMT

Here is a Severus Snape/Sybil Trelawny Fic I wrote for cantabile

I based the characterisation of Sybil on a character she Rped. In fact everytime I write Sybil, it will be that character. I think Sybil in the books is a bit daft.

Title: Visions and Love
Rating: G

It was sheer luck that the young Ravenclaw wasn’t hurled over the banister as Snape came storming up the stairs. Other students weren’t so lucky as he shot through the multitudes of corridors. Such was Snape’s haste that Professor Flitwick was nearly crushed. But at last he reached his destination. The North Tower. Her Tower. Professor Trelawney.
Normally he would take his time at this point, and make himself look impressive and a little imposing, then prepare for a grand entrance complete with billowing cloak and swept back hair. But not this time. Snape flew up the stairs as though he were a master of levitation. The doors didn’t stand a chance as he thrust them open and ran into the room beyond.
The boy’s information had been correct, though a well placed memory charm insured that he would never remember. Professor Trelawney lay writhing on the floor, Dark mutterings emanated from her mouth. Her eyes were rolled back in her head but the sheer agony was evident on her face. Snape rushed to her side and pulled her upright against himself. The words she spoke were fragments of visions. Black and terrifying visions, so many of them cascading into each other. Visions of a possible future yet to come. Ever since Voldemort had started on his rise back to power, so the visions had increased. And now with his full attention on a certain boy at Hogwarts, they had finally overwhelmed her. But only Snape and herself knew of this. She had begged him not to tell and to help her. And so he did. For her.
He held her body tight as she bucked and twisted in his arms. With one hand he flipped the lid of a small vial and tipped the contents into her mouth, and down her throat. The effect of the viscous fluid was almost instantaneous. The convulsions reached a crescendo, her nails dug deep into his arms, drawing springs of blood and flecks of foam sprayed from her lips. Then with a final scream it was over. She collapsed exhausted, his arms still holding her. Snape continued to embrace her as the tears came, even as drops of blood dripped from his cuffs. Finally the tears ended.
She looked up into his eyes.
‘Severus.’
He looked down into hers.
‘Sybill.’
They continued to embrace for a long time after.

Heres a short little Neville Fic I did. I used to play him, so you'd think Id be a bit nicer.

Title: Fragments

Sat cross-legged in the dirt. In the rubble. All alone. The only living thing for miles around. No plants or animals. Not even germs had survived.

Clink, Clink

He still didn’t know how it had happened. Just noise and a very bright light. A green flash. Screams and cries all around. Rumbles and crashes. Dust billowing. And then silence.

Clink, clink

He didn’t know how much time had passed between then and now. Everything fragmented. In his mind and all around him. Pieces. Of memory and stone. Pieces of body. There, a hand. Over there a shoe. All spread out. Never to come back together.

Clink, clink

Sat in the dirt. Trying to fix. Trying to put back what was broken. Torn asunder.

Clink, clink

All alone. In the wastes. The aftermath. Trying to rebuild what was lost. Piling bricks atop each other. Not realising all was lost. Too broken.

Clink, clink…..thud

Bricks topple. Have to start again.

All alone. The last one. The only one.

Neville Longbottom. The boy who lived

And Finally a fic I wrote for manynames
I just love Pansy so I loved writing this.

Title : Yule Delight
Pairing: Pansy/Ron
Betaed by apostrophe_ess

It had always seemed to Ron, that Harry got all the girls. Every Yule Ball, whether he knew it or not, there were a select few who were after ‘The Boy who Lived’ as a partner. There was also the fall and rise of his popularity after each escapade, the Chamber of secrets to name but one. All of this didn’t even take into account his fame due to Quidditch. Then there was Ron who didn’t play Quidditch. Despite being there for Harry at many of his adventures, he didn’t experience any of the fame this wrought. He didn’t even want to think about his ‘relationship’ with Hermione.

So it came as a great surprise to Ron that this year he was asked to the Ball. Actually asked. By a girl. By a Slytherin girl. By Pansy Parkinson. Normally the great rivalry between the two houses would have elicited an answer straight away, ‘no’.
But Ron was desperate and Ron had needs and this was Pansy Parkinson, the most beautiful girl in Slytherin. So with a stuttered yes, he accepted. His friends couldn’t believe that he had. They said it went against what they all felt. But what did they know? They were obviously jealous.

Ron did a lot of sprucing and smartening up of himself for the upcoming Ball. It was mainly making sure his Dress Robes didn’t have too many holes in them. Of course there were encounters with Pansy herself. Usually brief encounters, Ron had to learn not to turn bright red every time he saw her and he had to learn to keep certain parts of his anatomy under control too.

The highlight though, for Ron, was a short meeting between the pair in Hogsmeade. Ron experienced his first kiss. Pansy had said ‘I don’t want you to look a total fool when you kiss me. I have my reputation to think of you know.’ But that brief moment of bliss behind Honeydukes, was all Ron needed to keep him happy for the remaining days before the event.

So the actual night came, Pansy looked stunning in a shimmering green set of Dress Robes, with a sparkling emerald like serpent entwined in her hair, Ron almost looked adequate. There was dancing between the pair, with Ron enduring a few jibes and jeers from his peers. Pansy received none. Ron also received a warning from Hermione. ‘I Don’t trust her Ron,’ she had said. ‘She’s obviously up to no good.’ Of course it was ‘obvious’ to Hermione, he had thought. She had lost out on her chance with him, and he had told her so. With a disgusted sound and a flick of her head, she was gone, and good riddance. The night was drawing to a close and he wanted to spend as much time with Pansy as possible. Just maybe, he would get another kiss.

When, in the final, and slowest dance, Pansy told Ron to meet her up at the Room of Requirement alone. Ron almost fainted dead away on the spot. ‘Y-Y-Yes of course!’ he managed to blurt out, and with that, she span off into the crowd. No doubt to do whatever it is that girls do to make themselves look their best. He didn’t dare tell anyone where he was going. They would only follow him and make excuses as to why he shouldn’t go.

When he reached the Room of Requirement, Ron took a moment to compose himself. His hands were shaking and his teeth where chattering. He looked like he’d been stuck outside all night. But in fact he felt very, very warm. The door to the room was already open, so he stepped in to meet Pansy. But the room was empty. She wasn’t there. He turned as saw a silhouette in the doorway. ‘P-Pansy, there you are!’ he said. ‘Why don’t you come in and we can….’ The laugh in response was so cold, ice almost formed in Ron’s ears. ‘Do you actually think I would want to spend time alone in a room, with you? With a WEASLEY?’ she spat. Ron’s jaw dropped.
‘A disgusting Gryffindor Weasley. Urgh, I nearly vomited that time I kissed you.’
‘B-But then why?’ Ron cried. ‘I thought you..’ ‘Fancied YOU?’ Pansy finished his sentence. ‘Now you will make me vomit’ Pansy laughed again, and it chilled Ron to the bone. ‘It was all a terribly clever plan of Draco’s,’ she explained. ‘It took a certain amount of sacrifice on my behalf. But I think the outcome is worth it.’
Ron fell to his knees and started to sob as Pansy turned to leave. ‘What a wonderful Christmas present I have. A broken Weasley.’ She giggled. Ron continued to sob.
‘Oh don’t cry Ron, you will have some company after all. Look up.’ And with that, she left and closed the door.

Ron looked up, tears still in his eyes. It was dark, but he could still make out the shapes crawling across the ceiling. Spiders. As the first one lowered itself down on a thread, he started to scream. Pansy walked back to her Dorm with a smile, the sound still ringing in her ears. She slept soundly that night.

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Crossposted Fic- Bella/Ginny

Wed, 25 Aug 2004 22:43:03 GMT

Only fair to start off with my First ever Fic!

Title: Apt Pupil
Pairing: Bella/Ginny
Rating: R
Warnings: Torture!

Written for and beta'd by magdellin

Ginny could feel her Mistress' gaze as she worked. Knowing that if she turned around, she would catch an approving smile. But she mustn’t.

She had something to finish. She focussed once more. Her subject lay before her on the bed, writhing in agony. Angry red welts were already visible across her stomach and chest.

It's funny that not so long ago, that the very same wand had caused gasps of pleasure, rather than of pain. Cries of ecstasy as it had entered her body… but now all it caused were cries of anguish. Now all it caused was suffering.

‘Crucio.’
Hermione’s body arches.
‘Crucio.’
Hermione’s body twists.

‘Crucio!’
‘Crucio!’
‘Crucio!’

‘Finish her.’
Her Mistress' words bring her back down. Focus her once more.
Ginny levels the wand.
She smiles.

‘Avada Kedavra’

And here is the second Bella/Ginny I wrote as a Birthday present.

Title: Welcome to the Dungeon
Rating:NC-17
Pairing: Bella/Ginny

Bella stalked through the Dark halls with purpose, footsteps echoing in the corridors. Her shadow flickered as she past torches of guttering flame, lighting the fortress of the Dark Lord. The fortress where Hogwarts once stood. In a normal frame of mind, the thought would amuse her. But she had a task, or rather a goal. Her wand automatically shot up, and with a swish opened the great double doors leading to her personal dungeon. More torches sprang into life as she entered.

A figure lay across a large four poster bed. A slight person, with Flame red hair. Asleep. Only the chains at her wrists and ankles betrayed something out of the ordinary. Bella put the wand away. She preferred the personal touch for waking. She stepped up to the foot of the bed and very slowly pulled away the black silk sheet that covered the sleeping beauty.

The silk moved down her body like night escaping from dawn, inch after inch of smooth a supple flesh coming into view. Two small but perfectly formed breasts flashed into view, the nipples instantly becoming hard when exposed to the cool air. Next was the stomach, and then the object of many, many hours of fun. With a final tug, the figure was exposed. Bella considered the many ways of waking her up. Her Ginny. Perhaps a nibble and a bite at her little pink toes. Perhaps she should slowly circle her tongue around one of the aroused nipples, and then take it into her mouth and suck. A reverse of what normally occurred. Bella's gaze travelled up and down Ginny's prone body. She was still in the hold of sleep. Bite marks could be seen in various places, specifically around the neck area. They lay in stark contrast to the dark bruised lash marks across her white buttocks.

A moan, a twitch, clinking chains and Ginny moved onto her back, her legs slightly open. Her hair spread across the bed like the rays of the setting sun And then Bella knew how to wake her up. She slowly withdrew her wand and traced a wavy line down Ginny's body. Like the path of a serpent in sand. She reached her vagina and pushed in slightly, parting the outer lips as she brought the wand down. No reaction. Bella knelt down on the stone floor and moved her head forward. Her tongue began to quest. First it moved around the thighs, idly traversing the skin, but then a quick dart and it moved into her, spreading her labia. Up and down her tongue moved, lapping and caressing. The taste was sensational. She reached her arms up and parted Ginny's legs far apart so she could bring herself in deeper, and deep as she could go. Bella closed her eyes and for a moment was lost in pleasure. But the goal loomed from the back of her mind, like a ship out of fog. Bella had to finish and get on with her task. Her teeth found the small bud of Ginny's clitoris and bit down.

A loud scream filled the room, fulfilling the reason as to why the dungeon existed. Ginny almost levitated off the bed, as she jolted awake. Bella released and stood up, her hand unconsciously wiping juices off her chin that had flowed as she explored.

'Time to get up. We have a task.'

Ginny sat up and bowed her head in submission to her Mistress. She was ever ready to do her bidding. A spell released the chains.

'Get down and stand here.'

Ginny at once obeyed.
A bright flash, and a second figure appeared on the bed, hand clutching an object that a person, magical or none, would never expect to be a Portkey. Bella's timing had been right down to the bone. She swished her wand and the chains snaked out and restrained the surprised girl. Another swish and all clothing disappeared.

Bella stepped forward.

'This is a present, a gift from the Dark Lord himself.'
Bella's eyes glinted in the light.
'He has ordered us to give you this gift. The gift of pleasure.'

Both Bella and Ginny advanced on the prone female. A smile passed Bella's lips.

'Welcome to my Dungeon, Magdellin...'

Young Moody fic!

Tue, 24 Aug 2004 20:45:06 GMT

Written on the spur of the moment.
A short fic involving Alastor Moody as a boy...

Constant Vigilance

Alastor had climbed up into the dark of the attic to escape. The blackness was soothing to him. A place to hide, to forget about the worries and incidents of the day. It was only a few days now, he thought, until he would be back on his way to Hogwarts. The feeling made him warm inside. To be back in the comforting carriages of the Hogwarts Express, listening to the tales of the other boys and what they had done over summer. It was also somewhere where he could sleep sound and safe, the soft clatter of the wheels on the tracks lulling him into a slumber. And then at the end of the journey, the majestic sight of Hogwarts itself. Its all-encompassing walls surrounding him, and keeping at bay everything that could ever harm him.
His eyes widened as he heard a faint noise in the far corner. He peered though the enclosing darkness. He could see nothing. Alastor relaxed a little. This was the first time he had relaxed today. He had been in the house with his mother doing the daily chores. Not a word had been exchanged between them, and everything had been done by hand rather than magic. Those were the house rules. House rules were followed. By him, and his mother. The penalty was too great if they didn’t. All his magic was either practised at Hogwarts, or at the properly designated time at home. The same spell over and over until he had it right. No variation. Until the very being of the magic being worked was within him. He had to be able to do it in his sleep if necessary. In essence it sounded right, but the things it did to the body. Seven straight hours of one spell. Even the strongest wizard would falter. And he was just a boy. Not even into his third year.
There was the noise again. In a slightly different position. Alastor thought it was probably a rat. There was a lot of them around here. Sometimes whilst he worked in the cellar they nibbled at his legs. You learnt to live with them. Alastor sat back and braced himself against the support strut. Now was the time he could rest. Let down the walls he kept around himself. Become a boy once more. Become normal. If only for a short while.
Again, a sound. But this time, it was right by his ear. Alastor raised his wand, gripping it with both hands. ‘Lumos’ he managed to whisper. And then there, in the blackness, the glint of to eyes and the shine of a smile. A smile in a frozen corpse like grin. He heard the soft noise as the belt unfurled. Alastor’s eyes widened. His father had found him.
‘Constant Vigilance Alastor.’ The voiced whispered.
A sick crack of leather on skin.

‘Constant Vigilance.’

Welcome

Tue, 24 Aug 2004 14:19:24 GMT

Welcome to my Journal!

Fics to Cross post:-

Bellatrix/Ginny - Welcome to the Dungeon
- Apt Pupil
Neville Fic - Fragments
Sev/Syb - Visions and Love
Ron/Pansy - Yule Delight

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Sev/Pansy As yet untitled
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