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fox_confessorTitle: These Four Kings (Year Seven 13/18)
Author: Dani (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Word count: 2393
Rating: R
Pairings: Lily/James, Remus/Sirius
Timeline: February 23, 1978
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. I've not made nor seek any profit.
Year 1: one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven
Year 2: one/ two/ three/ four
Year 3: one/ two/three/four
Year 4 (coming in the future when work quits eating my brains! Sorry for the out-of-order-ness)
Year 5 one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven/ eight
Year 6 one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven/ eight/ nine
Summer one/ two
Year 7 one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven/ eight/ nine/ten/ eleven/ twelve/thirteen/fourteen/fifteen/sixteen/seventeen/eighteen
Leaving Hogwarts one/two/three/four (the end)
February 22, 1978 (Wednesday) Full Moon
February 23, 1978 (Thursday)
Regulus waited until he was the last to leave Transfigurations and everyone had gone down to lunch to make his way to the Restricted Section of the library. As he'd expected, he was nearly alone except for Madame Pince, who stood behind her desk like a sentinel, clutching her feather duster, and eyed him suspiciously. He tightly clutched the signed note he'd wheedled out of Professor Slughorn in his fist in case she demanded to see it, as she sometimes did. Usually though, she left him to it because he was a good student, good at Potions, and careful with the books, and so it was today.
He slipped past her desk without a word and headed to the back of the stacks, past hundreds of narrow shelves lined with hundreds of thousands of books. During his first year, after Sirius had turned his back on him, Regulus had spent a lot of time hiding here, determined to read every book as he'd tried to do with his father's library but had only made it through halfway through the Arithmancy section before getting distracted and giving up.
Now, most of his time was spent in the Potions section, and he did love reading in the subject. He liked the precise and ordered nature of a spell as it brewed in a cauldron over an open flame, send up tendrils of blue or green or purple smoke. He liked that he knew the ingredients of twenty philtres by heart, could recite their uses in Latin and their remedies in Greek. He loved searching the library, discovering old, forgotten texts with cracked leather binding, their sheepskin parchment pages crawling with magic. He'd hide there some days still when he needed to be alone, just to read through a favorite book filled with elixirs and poisons that had been written in one of the ancient scripts that he'd have to spend hours deciphering. He even took time now to lift it from its shelf and breathe in the dusty smell of its pages, reluctant to carry on with the task that had brought him to the library in the first place.
Through the spaces on the shelf he could see he wasn't as alone in the library as he thought. Patience Catchfly, a pretty little Ravenclaw fifth year, was sitting at one of the tables, her works spread out in front of her. Regulus had loved her once, and would sit for hours in the now empty chair by her side, holding her hand beneath the table as they studied. She would smile at him from beneath her pale eyelashes and sometimes, as he walked her back to the Ravenclaw Common Room, they'd stop to kiss. That all ended after the holidays when it was rumored he'd been part of the attacks that had killed some mudbloods. She wouldn't speak to him anymore because of who he was--of who he was rumored to be. He looked away from her, sliding the heavy tome in his hands back to its place on the shelf and rested his forehead again the crumbling spine.
He knew who he was--Regulus Arcturus Black, sole heir to his family's fortune, and even more importantly than that, to his family's legacy since his so called brother had abandoned them all in favor of his Gryffindor friends. Unlike Sirius, Regulus understood his responsibilities, which was why he told himself that he could barely spare a glance now in Patience's direction. He didn't have the time for that sort of thing now, not anymore, and certainly not for someone who couldn’t yet understand the importance of his task, his own importance in these changing times.
Moving on quickly now, he carefully stepped past the ropes that separated the Restricted Section from the rest of the library, and walked quickly through the rows of books, looking for the one he needed. High up on the last shelf, he found it--Malicious Maladies and Relevant Remedies, a tattered book that looked as though it hadn't been touched in an age. The cover crackled when he touched it, stinging his fingers, and he drew his hand back before reaching again to lift it down. He looked first over one shoulder and then the other before he set it on the floor, crouching to dig out a spare bit of parchment and quill. He was there at Lucius' behest to get a specific spell that was needed for the cause, one that he wouldn't be able to easily explain away if he was caught with it, so he quickly wrote it down and slipped it into his pocket. He jammed the book back onto the shelf, barely glancing at Patience in his hurry to be away.
He didn't stop until he was outside the Great Hall, the hand in his pocket clutching the parchment he'd written the spell on. It made him feel reckless to have it--just the words upon the paper, and he was careful to keep clear of any the professors. Now that he had it--now that he had read the list of ingredients and surmised the effects it was likely to have on the wizard it was used against, he felt weighed down, burdened in a way that he hadn't before, when he'd been chosen, and the desire to share his new knowledge was both foreign and nearly overwhelming. He'd been sworn to secrecy and yet he couldn't help scanning the room, searching for a friendly face, someone who could understand what had been asked of him. There were many at the Slytherin table who also carried the mark and who would have been happy to whisper and plan and plot like children at play. He didn't want that. His need was different, and for a second he closed his eyes and breathed heavily through his nose, trying to calm himself.
When he opened his eyes again, he looked this time along the Gryffindor table, to where his brother usually sat with his friends. He saw Potter and the other one, the short, stupid boy but not Sirius or Lupin. They were together, he supposed, and he curled his hand in his pocket once more, feeling the edge of the parchment dig into his palm where he was crumpling it. Sirius could have been forgiven his friendship with Potter, who was at least the right sort of wizard even if he held the wrong sort of views. Their kind would be won over once the Dark Lord ruled.
Lupin was different. He was smart and cunning, for a Muggle half-breed, though it was Sirius’ strange fascination since they were first years that was bothersome. It made Lupin dangerous, and something inside Regulus burned at the thought of Sirius trusting Lupin more than he trusted his own flesh. He felt desperate, suddenly, to talk to Sirius, to make him understand. His brother could still be saved, too, he was sure of it—had always believed it.
Breathing deeply once more and pushing Lupin from his thoughts, he took the paper from his pocket and smoothed it down between his hands before he folded it in half and then once again before tucking it into his bookbag between the pages of his thick Arithmancy text. He felt calmer then but his desire to talk to Sirius didn't abate though now it was a different kind of urgency. He wanted Sirius to tell him what was happening, to say it would be all right again one day, to say that they were still brothers. He wanted, strangely, to tell Sirius about Patience, and how he had truly loved her--loved her still, though he knew he couldn’t be with her, that he had to make that sacrifice. He wanted Sirius to understand that, especially.
Lunch was nearly over and the other students were beginning to rise from the tables and stream past him. He turned, headed up the flight of stairs and hurried to wait outside the door to the Charms classroom. He knew Sirius had class there next, and meant to catch him first. He wasn't sure what he would say but felt sure Sirius would know what to do even though they hadn't talked in years. They were brothers. They would always be brothers.
Clasping the strap of his bag, Regulus waited until he was sure he would be late to his own class if he stayed any longer but didn't care.
Sirius never came.
At nearly the last minute, Potter arrived with his arm slung around the mudblood girl that Severus had always been interested in and the other boy trailing behind them but still no Sirius or Lupin, and Regulus, feeling that strange boil of desperation well up again in his chest, stepped in front of them.
"Potter," he said, biting off the word as if it pained him to say it. He looked down the hall, as if it didn’t matter in the least if Potter stopped to talk with him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Potter looked amused that Regulus had spoken to him at all. His voice, when he finally spoke, was drawl, a laugh concealed in each letter.
"Black."
"Can I have a word? In private?"
Potter looked at the girl, his eyes narrowed, and then to the boy before nodding. Regulus waited until Potter's friends went into the classroom and then followed him to the empty room across the hall. Potter left the door open and Regulus was tempted to pull his wand just to see what would happen.
"I've been looking for Sirius." As soon as the words were out, Regulus felt stupid and impossibly young, especially as Potter raised his eyebrows and gave a little nod as if to say what’s your point. “I need to speak with him. It’s urgent.”
"He's around."
"He wasn't at lunch."
"He had something to do."
"Lupin wasn't there either." Potter just shrugged in answer, his hands on his hips, and Regulus noticed for the first time that he was holding his wand between loose fingers. "I need to talk with him," he said again.
"Lupin?"
"Don't be stupid. I just meant that I know they're probably off together somewhere. I just want you to tell me where I can find them. Him."
"I'll tell him to find you."
"But I don't suppose I should wait around for him."
Potter stared at him for a long moment and Regulus tried not to squirm under his gaze but it was hard. He tipped his chin up but kept his hands at his side, willing himself to relax but he knew he was shaking just a bit and hated it.
Finally, Potter said nodded and said, "I can get a message to him but he's not likely to leave where he's at unless it's an emergency."
"It's family business."
"I was under the impression that he was no longer part of your family."
"He's still my brother."
James stared at him again, his head tilted to the side. "If you're in trouble, I can help."
"I don’t want your help.”
“But you want me to find Sirius for you.”
“I don’t need your help with this. I need—“ Potter raised his eyebrows again, his eyes wide behind his glasses, and Regulus bit off his words, surprised to find he was shouting. For a moment, he imagined what his mother would say and nearly laughed out loud if he hadn’t felt just as tempted to cry. This was a mistake, he knew, and he couldn’t imagine what momentary madness had propelled him to seek Sirius out, of all people.
“Actually, never mind.”
“Regulus—“
“This was a mistake.”
“I’ll find him for you.”
“He won’t come, not for me—not for anyone not admitted to your tight little circle.”
“He’ll meet you, Regulus, if you really need him,” Potter said as he took a step forward, reaching out to put his hand on Regulus’ shoulder. “C’mon, you know he will.”
“No, you were right.” Regulus shrugged off Potter’s hand and frowned at him, taking a step back. “He’s not part of my family, and I shouldn’t have come. It doesn’t matter anyway. I know what needs to be done.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Regulus ignored the question and turned on his heels to walk out of the room. “I’ll be late for class, Potter, and you already are.”
“Regulus, please. If you’re in trouble, I can help. Sirius will help you.”
That night, Regulus sent an owl to his father, the potion concealed in the lines as he had been taught. He said nothing of Sirius or Patience, only of his schoolwork, his professors, and to complain about the bitter cold that had settled in his part of the world. He missed London. He didn’t miss his parents, though he didn’t say that.
As the owl took flight, Regulus watched for a long time until he could no longer make out the shape of the bird against the dark sky and watched the moon rise instead, round and sickly pale one night after the full. Sirius had never come to find him, and he can’t say that he was surprised. Potter would never understand Sirius the way that Regulus did—Sirius was weak, and a traitor. He would betray his friends as he had his family. The thought made him angry and sad because he didn’t really believe it but needed to because the alternative was to acknowledge that it was they who had turned their backs on Sirius. That it was Regulus who had been weak and a traitor to his brother, and he deserved now to be left out on his own with this burden.
Regulus pushed his cold hands through his hair and squeezed his eyes shut, breathing in great gulps of icy air to stave off the sudden and unwanted tears he felt prickling behind his eyelids. It was too late to look back, too late to change.
I am Regulus Arcturus Black, he whispered as he lowered his hands to his sides, curling them into fists. I know what I have to do.
Author: Dani (
escribo)Word count: 2393
Rating: R
Pairings: Lily/James, Remus/Sirius
Timeline: February 23, 1978
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. I've not made nor seek any profit.
Year 1: one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven
Year 2: one/ two/ three/ four
Year 3: one/ two/three/four
Year 4 (coming in the future when work quits eating my brains! Sorry for the out-of-order-ness)
Year 5 one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven/ eight
Year 6 one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven/ eight/ nine
Summer one/ two
Year 7 one/ two/ three/ four/ five/ six/ seven/ eight/ nine/ten/ eleven/ twelve/thirteen/fourteen/fifteen/sixteen/seventeen/eighteen
Leaving Hogwarts one/two/three/four (the end)
February 22, 1978 (Wednesday) Full Moon
February 23, 1978 (Thursday)
Regulus waited until he was the last to leave Transfigurations and everyone had gone down to lunch to make his way to the Restricted Section of the library. As he'd expected, he was nearly alone except for Madame Pince, who stood behind her desk like a sentinel, clutching her feather duster, and eyed him suspiciously. He tightly clutched the signed note he'd wheedled out of Professor Slughorn in his fist in case she demanded to see it, as she sometimes did. Usually though, she left him to it because he was a good student, good at Potions, and careful with the books, and so it was today.
He slipped past her desk without a word and headed to the back of the stacks, past hundreds of narrow shelves lined with hundreds of thousands of books. During his first year, after Sirius had turned his back on him, Regulus had spent a lot of time hiding here, determined to read every book as he'd tried to do with his father's library but had only made it through halfway through the Arithmancy section before getting distracted and giving up.
Now, most of his time was spent in the Potions section, and he did love reading in the subject. He liked the precise and ordered nature of a spell as it brewed in a cauldron over an open flame, send up tendrils of blue or green or purple smoke. He liked that he knew the ingredients of twenty philtres by heart, could recite their uses in Latin and their remedies in Greek. He loved searching the library, discovering old, forgotten texts with cracked leather binding, their sheepskin parchment pages crawling with magic. He'd hide there some days still when he needed to be alone, just to read through a favorite book filled with elixirs and poisons that had been written in one of the ancient scripts that he'd have to spend hours deciphering. He even took time now to lift it from its shelf and breathe in the dusty smell of its pages, reluctant to carry on with the task that had brought him to the library in the first place.
Through the spaces on the shelf he could see he wasn't as alone in the library as he thought. Patience Catchfly, a pretty little Ravenclaw fifth year, was sitting at one of the tables, her works spread out in front of her. Regulus had loved her once, and would sit for hours in the now empty chair by her side, holding her hand beneath the table as they studied. She would smile at him from beneath her pale eyelashes and sometimes, as he walked her back to the Ravenclaw Common Room, they'd stop to kiss. That all ended after the holidays when it was rumored he'd been part of the attacks that had killed some mudbloods. She wouldn't speak to him anymore because of who he was--of who he was rumored to be. He looked away from her, sliding the heavy tome in his hands back to its place on the shelf and rested his forehead again the crumbling spine.
He knew who he was--Regulus Arcturus Black, sole heir to his family's fortune, and even more importantly than that, to his family's legacy since his so called brother had abandoned them all in favor of his Gryffindor friends. Unlike Sirius, Regulus understood his responsibilities, which was why he told himself that he could barely spare a glance now in Patience's direction. He didn't have the time for that sort of thing now, not anymore, and certainly not for someone who couldn’t yet understand the importance of his task, his own importance in these changing times.
Moving on quickly now, he carefully stepped past the ropes that separated the Restricted Section from the rest of the library, and walked quickly through the rows of books, looking for the one he needed. High up on the last shelf, he found it--Malicious Maladies and Relevant Remedies, a tattered book that looked as though it hadn't been touched in an age. The cover crackled when he touched it, stinging his fingers, and he drew his hand back before reaching again to lift it down. He looked first over one shoulder and then the other before he set it on the floor, crouching to dig out a spare bit of parchment and quill. He was there at Lucius' behest to get a specific spell that was needed for the cause, one that he wouldn't be able to easily explain away if he was caught with it, so he quickly wrote it down and slipped it into his pocket. He jammed the book back onto the shelf, barely glancing at Patience in his hurry to be away.
He didn't stop until he was outside the Great Hall, the hand in his pocket clutching the parchment he'd written the spell on. It made him feel reckless to have it--just the words upon the paper, and he was careful to keep clear of any the professors. Now that he had it--now that he had read the list of ingredients and surmised the effects it was likely to have on the wizard it was used against, he felt weighed down, burdened in a way that he hadn't before, when he'd been chosen, and the desire to share his new knowledge was both foreign and nearly overwhelming. He'd been sworn to secrecy and yet he couldn't help scanning the room, searching for a friendly face, someone who could understand what had been asked of him. There were many at the Slytherin table who also carried the mark and who would have been happy to whisper and plan and plot like children at play. He didn't want that. His need was different, and for a second he closed his eyes and breathed heavily through his nose, trying to calm himself.
When he opened his eyes again, he looked this time along the Gryffindor table, to where his brother usually sat with his friends. He saw Potter and the other one, the short, stupid boy but not Sirius or Lupin. They were together, he supposed, and he curled his hand in his pocket once more, feeling the edge of the parchment dig into his palm where he was crumpling it. Sirius could have been forgiven his friendship with Potter, who was at least the right sort of wizard even if he held the wrong sort of views. Their kind would be won over once the Dark Lord ruled.
Lupin was different. He was smart and cunning, for a Muggle half-breed, though it was Sirius’ strange fascination since they were first years that was bothersome. It made Lupin dangerous, and something inside Regulus burned at the thought of Sirius trusting Lupin more than he trusted his own flesh. He felt desperate, suddenly, to talk to Sirius, to make him understand. His brother could still be saved, too, he was sure of it—had always believed it.
Breathing deeply once more and pushing Lupin from his thoughts, he took the paper from his pocket and smoothed it down between his hands before he folded it in half and then once again before tucking it into his bookbag between the pages of his thick Arithmancy text. He felt calmer then but his desire to talk to Sirius didn't abate though now it was a different kind of urgency. He wanted Sirius to tell him what was happening, to say it would be all right again one day, to say that they were still brothers. He wanted, strangely, to tell Sirius about Patience, and how he had truly loved her--loved her still, though he knew he couldn’t be with her, that he had to make that sacrifice. He wanted Sirius to understand that, especially.
Lunch was nearly over and the other students were beginning to rise from the tables and stream past him. He turned, headed up the flight of stairs and hurried to wait outside the door to the Charms classroom. He knew Sirius had class there next, and meant to catch him first. He wasn't sure what he would say but felt sure Sirius would know what to do even though they hadn't talked in years. They were brothers. They would always be brothers.
Clasping the strap of his bag, Regulus waited until he was sure he would be late to his own class if he stayed any longer but didn't care.
Sirius never came.
At nearly the last minute, Potter arrived with his arm slung around the mudblood girl that Severus had always been interested in and the other boy trailing behind them but still no Sirius or Lupin, and Regulus, feeling that strange boil of desperation well up again in his chest, stepped in front of them.
"Potter," he said, biting off the word as if it pained him to say it. He looked down the hall, as if it didn’t matter in the least if Potter stopped to talk with him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that Potter looked amused that Regulus had spoken to him at all. His voice, when he finally spoke, was drawl, a laugh concealed in each letter.
"Black."
"Can I have a word? In private?"
Potter looked at the girl, his eyes narrowed, and then to the boy before nodding. Regulus waited until Potter's friends went into the classroom and then followed him to the empty room across the hall. Potter left the door open and Regulus was tempted to pull his wand just to see what would happen.
"I've been looking for Sirius." As soon as the words were out, Regulus felt stupid and impossibly young, especially as Potter raised his eyebrows and gave a little nod as if to say what’s your point. “I need to speak with him. It’s urgent.”
"He's around."
"He wasn't at lunch."
"He had something to do."
"Lupin wasn't there either." Potter just shrugged in answer, his hands on his hips, and Regulus noticed for the first time that he was holding his wand between loose fingers. "I need to talk with him," he said again.
"Lupin?"
"Don't be stupid. I just meant that I know they're probably off together somewhere. I just want you to tell me where I can find them. Him."
"I'll tell him to find you."
"But I don't suppose I should wait around for him."
Potter stared at him for a long moment and Regulus tried not to squirm under his gaze but it was hard. He tipped his chin up but kept his hands at his side, willing himself to relax but he knew he was shaking just a bit and hated it.
Finally, Potter said nodded and said, "I can get a message to him but he's not likely to leave where he's at unless it's an emergency."
"It's family business."
"I was under the impression that he was no longer part of your family."
"He's still my brother."
James stared at him again, his head tilted to the side. "If you're in trouble, I can help."
"I don’t want your help.”
“But you want me to find Sirius for you.”
“I don’t need your help with this. I need—“ Potter raised his eyebrows again, his eyes wide behind his glasses, and Regulus bit off his words, surprised to find he was shouting. For a moment, he imagined what his mother would say and nearly laughed out loud if he hadn’t felt just as tempted to cry. This was a mistake, he knew, and he couldn’t imagine what momentary madness had propelled him to seek Sirius out, of all people.
“Actually, never mind.”
“Regulus—“
“This was a mistake.”
“I’ll find him for you.”
“He won’t come, not for me—not for anyone not admitted to your tight little circle.”
“He’ll meet you, Regulus, if you really need him,” Potter said as he took a step forward, reaching out to put his hand on Regulus’ shoulder. “C’mon, you know he will.”
“No, you were right.” Regulus shrugged off Potter’s hand and frowned at him, taking a step back. “He’s not part of my family, and I shouldn’t have come. It doesn’t matter anyway. I know what needs to be done.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Regulus ignored the question and turned on his heels to walk out of the room. “I’ll be late for class, Potter, and you already are.”
“Regulus, please. If you’re in trouble, I can help. Sirius will help you.”
That night, Regulus sent an owl to his father, the potion concealed in the lines as he had been taught. He said nothing of Sirius or Patience, only of his schoolwork, his professors, and to complain about the bitter cold that had settled in his part of the world. He missed London. He didn’t miss his parents, though he didn’t say that.
As the owl took flight, Regulus watched for a long time until he could no longer make out the shape of the bird against the dark sky and watched the moon rise instead, round and sickly pale one night after the full. Sirius had never come to find him, and he can’t say that he was surprised. Potter would never understand Sirius the way that Regulus did—Sirius was weak, and a traitor. He would betray his friends as he had his family. The thought made him angry and sad because he didn’t really believe it but needed to because the alternative was to acknowledge that it was they who had turned their backs on Sirius. That it was Regulus who had been weak and a traitor to his brother, and he deserved now to be left out on his own with this burden.
Regulus pushed his cold hands through his hair and squeezed his eyes shut, breathing in great gulps of icy air to stave off the sudden and unwanted tears he felt prickling behind his eyelids. It was too late to look back, too late to change.
I am Regulus Arcturus Black, he whispered as he lowered his hands to his sides, curling them into fists. I know what I have to do.
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Thanks for reading!
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Thank you for reading and commenting. I reallllly appreciate it!
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i like my remus strong, but i also love 'protective sirius' and i think you have found such a nice balance between them. and like i've said before, i think you are great at writing dialogue. your boys seem so very real, i am the eldest in a very large family and i can see traces of my younger cousins in all of your characters.
even though i've been longing for updates on how our boys are doing now that they are finally together, i loved this chapter, cause your james is so perfect and we all have a soft spot for regulus, haven't we?
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Thank you so much for the lovely compliments. I worry about how they sound over time, you know, because it's taken me longer to finish than I wanted. It's nice to know that you've read that consistency in them. <3 And I do love Regulus. I think he likely had a harder time of it than Sirius.
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and at this point i would be totally content with a new chapter of just some banter between them, but maybe that's just me, i just love how you write dialogue ;-) it could be a useful exercise, perhaps?
but if you choose to wait, i don't mind waiting a year or so for the ending of this story, i love these boys so much, and i like the way you write them, i don't think i will be quitting them anytime soon.
poor regulus, i think they were both equally brave. each in their own way, it was probably harder for him, yes. but i think that maybe without sirius he wouldn't have rebelled as he did? it is just an assumption since we don't know much about their relationship, but i can't help but think that seeing sirius defy everything made him rethink everything that was going on all around him. and i think we need to appraise sirius braveness here...
this is a thing i've been thinking about. i think people are too dismissive of sirius, he was just a boy and he fought against his family and he endured azkaban. he is a wonder boy in so many ways.... i feel a rant coming so i'll stop myself,
if you think about it the marauders story is way more cloudy and interesting than the story in the hp books, it is begging to be written, i'm glad that you chose to tackle it. i'm a fan of all of your stories (i'm looking forward the next installments of 'in the sun' as well). i know you haven't written a lot of post- azkaban, but i think you'd handle them oh so very well...
ok. im ranting!, hope you have a great weekend
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:D I love talking fic. Anyway, thank you so much for the lovely compliments and comment. The writer's block is/was a bit of my own doing, worrying about not being good enough, not writing how other people write. I spend a lot of time worrying about my use of gerunds and my complicated relationship with verb tense and commas :D ahaha I love doing it so much and yet find it so difficult. It's always nice to know that someone is enjoying it in the end. <3
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I'm not even sure how I stumbled across your story anymore but I'm so thankful that I did. Honestly it's been ages since I've been able to get excited about a story like I was about this one. It was really indescribable, I mean in that the best possible way. It was perfect and even though it's not finished It truly is a gift! I just spent like five hours reading everything and I will never regret those five hours for as long as I live!