There is a story out there called 'Hikari no Daija: the Serpent of Light' by Miriani , that hasn't been touched in 15 months. I hate it when people stop writing a story, though I will understand not having the inspiration to write. Speaking of which, I am still researching Detective Conan, so just bear with me. I keep looking for a decent case with a violent death a good length of time after Ai-chan joins up, but I haven't found one yet to work with. Sorry.
When I first read the story, I loved the idea of making Ranma, the most accepting person in the Multiverse, the heir of a person who, stories say, was the most prejudice person in HP history. I happen to like the hypothesis that history got twisted somewhere, but that is fanon-based, so I can't say much on it. I recall sending messages and reviews through this and my alter-ego, asking for a continuation, but I have yet to hear anything. I even sent one asking for the writer to give me some sign that he/she was still writing, but I got nothing.
Eventually, I recall telling him/her that I may try and continue it on my own, if she didn't do anything with it soon. I think you know the results.
I am not yet prepared for any such thing, which means if Miriani adds a chapter between now and the next year or two, I will willingly drop all my plans and follow the master/mistress. However, if that doesn't happen, you will find it being continued on my file.
If Miriani is reading this and is feeling threatened, let me know and I will drop it. I will not endanger my own stories for something like this.
IF Miriani is reading this, is not feeling threatened, and is making plans for a continuation, then let me know and I will just keep this up as an attached oneshot.
IF Miriani reads this and wants to use it, just give me a shout-out at the beginning of the chapter, and I'll be happy.
If Miriani is reading this and finds no plans to continue HnD: tSoL, then I wouldn't mind your official blessing on this, said story, and any future shorts that may arise.
That said, enjoy!
PS: Sorry for the delay in posting this, but my computer crashed just after Spring Break, before I could post this and two other chapters I had (one of which was for TTWPL; now I have to try and redo it . . . it was so GOOD too . . . ). Enjoy this, and please leave me alone for a while . . . I have the sudden urge to pull a Soun . . . [Ending Transmission, before I start bawling]
Harry froze, unsure of what to do. In front of him stood a short dwarf dressed up as if he were a cupid or some short of stupid angel. 'Damn Lockhart!' he groused in his mind.
The foppish professor, in his usual idiocy, had decided to hire a team of dwarfs to deliver poetic valentines to students from all of the schools. He had been dreading getting something like this, and unless he got out of here immediately, it looked as if it would happen.
He turned to run, but the twelve year old boy soon found himself being sat on by the garishly dressed dwarf. Harry immediately noticed that he was surrounded by a horde of students, and he could have sworn he saw Draco's ugly mug somewhere among them. The dwarf above him cleared its throat. "His eyes as green as pi . . . "
Suddenly there was a jerking sensation, and Harry found himself rolling over on the ground a couple of times. When his vision cleared, he found himself looking into bright blue eyes surrounded by red hair.
"Ow, what the hell . . . " the voice went off into a Japanese rant, and Harry immediately recognized the redheaded Ranko Shidou, who had helped him get out of trouble that past Halloween when he found Filch's cat petrified in front of the girl's bathroom on the second floor.
She was eventually cut off when the dwarf beside them groaned. Ranko immediately shot up and backed away, and then looked over at Harry. "Let me guess, they're bothering you too?" Harry sheepishly nodded his head.
A few more shouts were heard down the hall, and both kids turned their heads to find the rest of the crowd moving aside for more dwarfs heading their way. "She's over there!"
Ranko flinched, and then pulled Harry up by his arm, "I've got the speed, but I don't know where I can hide. You've been here long enough to know a few good ones, but you're not fast enough. You help me, I help you. Deal?"
There was no doubt in his mind what the answer to that was, "Deal!"
He immediately found himself in a fireman's carry over the redhead's shoulder as she headed towards the railing, "Hold on, Potter-san, because this is going to be a fast one!"
Before he could reply, she had leapt up on the balcony, and then leapt into the air.
Normally, he would be screaming his head off as they fell several stories, Harry would later think.
However, normally people fell after jumping from such a height.
Instead, Harry found themselves hurtling towards the railing of the next floor UP, and as Ranko rebounded off of that, she let out an insane cackle, "You'll never take me alive, you pitiful excuses for Cupids! OHOHOHOHOH!"
What worried Harry was her next comment, "Hm, I think I know why Kodachi did this all the time; it's actually quite fun!"
Severus Snape was not happy.
The man had found teaching potions to small children to be incredibly painful. Had the Wizarding World had any concept of University Schooling, he would have made an excellent professor, as students should have already known the basics of potion brewing. However, he was dealing with first time brewers, and with his short stock of patience, he did not make for a good educational experience.
However, this year he had a favorite student to teach. Not Draco . . . God, not Draco. If it wasn't for the fact that Slytherin had a lot of Death Eater spawn, he would have been persecuting them almost as badly as he did the other houses.
He did not want to end up pissing off the wrong Death Eater. He was a potion brewer for Merlin's sake. He might be able to hold his own in a duel, but up against one of them . . .
Ranko, on the other hand, was a brilliant student, and had taken to brewing like I duck to water. Mind you, her potions were average at best, but it was her attention to what was going on around her that made her remarkable, catching some of her fellow Housemates and even some from Hufflepuff before they made nasty mistakes.
The problem was, she was ten minutes late for class, and he could feel himself on edge.
Suddenly, the classroom door opened and SLAMMED shut, and he whirled around to fire off a sharp barb to find Ranko and POTTER, of all people, leaning against the door and panting. Ranko then seemed to tense, and then, grabbing a hold of Harry's hand, she hurled them across the room and behind his desk, "Snape-sensei, get rid of them for me!"
A heavy knocking slammed against the door, and Snape hurried to the door to find a pack of dwarves standing in front of them. He slammed the door in the first ones face, and then shouted through it, "I will not have such dunderheadishness in my room, so BEGONE!"
As footsteps could be heard from outside the door, he turned around to look at his desk, where Ranko and Harry were poking out from behind. He opened his mouth several times, but he didn't know what to say. Finally, he turned to the other students, and announced, "I expect you to have the entire section on Pepper Up Potions memorized for next week, as well as a foot long paper on their usage. DISMISSED!"
After the students ran from the room, pushing away a few dwarfs that were still by the door, he again turned to the desk, and in a calm voice, asked, "Am I to assume that they were the cause of your disheveled state, Miss Shidou, and not Mister Potter?"
Harry jerked back, and was about to say something when Ranko jumped in, "Potter-kun helped me get away from them, so please don't punish him. Those dwarfs are like bloodhounds, and they seemed to follow us everywhere, even our House Common Rooms! I haven't even eaten breakfast yet!"
Snape scowled, and then snapped his fingers. When a house-elf showed up, he directed it to bring enough food to feed the Weasley family, causing Harry to scowl and Ranko to blink and confusion.
As the house elf disappeared, he then turned to Harry, "Mister Potter, I am correct in assuming that Mister Weasley as a total of six siblings, correct?"
Harry bristled, but stopped and stared at Ranko when she smiled brilliantly and grinned at the oily professor. "Arigatou, Snape-sensei!" He was even more startled when Snape smirked at them.
Little did he know that Ranko would soon outstrip his best male friend in the race for the record of eating the most food in the least amount of time.
