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If it turns out that, for some ungodly reason, when Deathly Hallows comes out, that Dumbledore didn't die, that all the shit that I can only call OOC (like I certainly never heard anything about Rowling weeping fucking buckets of tears over killing him like she did Sirius, and like the wizard Mnemone or whoever who developed Memory-Modifying Charms) means that, hi, really, it'll turn out that Voldemort turned into a giant dementor and wanted to suck Harry's happiness right out of him so he made Harry think Dumbledore was dead and it was Harry's fault but really Dumbledore wasn't dead- I will throw the fucking book across the room.

Srsly.

I will then return it.

I am so not joking. I know the woman's lame, but that would be lamer than lame, particularly given that I used to be a ginormous fan of Marvel comics, and dead people never died and every time it was like "Hey! We killed off the most popular character! We're fucked for sales! I know! It'll be a giant cosmic entity that created a body that looked like $character, but really character is safe at the bottom of New York Harbour!"

ARGH STOP IT WITH OVERUSED PLOT DEVICES FUCKERS.

Title: The Morning Of the War
Fandom: Harry Potter: Theodore Nott
Prompt: #31, Sunrise
Word Count: 1773
Rating: R for mild (like, one sentence) sexual content.
Author's Notes: As far as I've been able to tell, nothing I've said is explicitly prohibited by canon, though it may be a stretch to accept that it has happened. I'd love to have some ethereal note like "Theo talks to Blaise about responsibility the night before the war starts," but that's not really what it is. Maybe "There is only one thing in life Theo likes better than responsibility, but whether that is war or Malfoy is unclear." Or even "Theo is capable of having a conversation while fantasising about the war and pretending that he is not fantasising about Draco." If you hold your head to the side and squint, I suppose there is the chance that this includes an HBP spoiler. Yes, I owe the title to the Red Hot Chili Peppers' song Easily.


( The Morning Of the War )

Title: Dying Grass
Fandom: Harry Potter: Theodore Nott
Character(s): Theo Nott
Prompt: #45, Moon
Word Count: 3291
Rating: PG-13. It's mild for me. It's got some language, some gore, no sex at all. I'm sort of disappointed by this warning, actually.
Author's Notes: Originally for Noli Me Tangere, a seven-years-post-Hogwarts rpg on GJ. In that storyline, which is (obviously) AU, Theo is an adult, and also an oneiromant, one who practices dream magic - his mentor in his training was Firenze. It's likely that my Theo stories will follow that setting, which will fill in some of the implied gaps in this story. This story takes place in Minster Lovell, a small town in the Cotswolds. All information on werewolf legends and the names of the full moons is from Wikipedia. The Wolverine quote is for my beta, graeae.

( Dying Grass )

And here I go to delurk...

My goal in life is to do my journal my way, so it's largely a record of pointlessness. However, it may have been gathered that I read Potterslash. I have yet to post anything I've written because, well, I've been working on one thing only and I've gotten sidetracked.

In order to boot my ass out of the slump it's in, I need someone to beta what I have of a (hopefully) very dark Snarry, about 10K words at present. To give you an idea, I'm stuck on killing Dumbledore. Or rather, how to do it.

So...anyone?

Bueller?