Hi guys!
I know its been ages since I've written a chapter, you don't need to tell me. I mostly just read Fanfic anyways (my writing skills aren't quite as good as some of the people I've seen) so I apologize for being slack to those of you's out there that have actually read my fic.
Shameless pug time: I also have a shared account with my bestest buddy in the whole world under the alias' of Nimloth and Andunie. We have a series of fics revolving around us being transported into a fantasy realm and the havoc we create once there. These are extremely funny and are NOT MARY SUES. I cannot express that point enough. We hate Mary Sues. We personally wish we could find the person who wrote the first Mary Sue and permanently maim her/him.
This brings me to our other set of fics, which is called the Mary Sue hunters. I think this is self-explanatory, so I won't bore you by telling you about them. I will say however they are really good.
I will also give mention to my favorite fics on FF.net, at the end of each chap, if I believe they are deserving of a mention. So I don't just promote my own fics.
Enough babble. On to the chapter!
Hermione saw the recognition in Harry's eyes but turned away quickly to leave the store, before he could say anything. She didn't want to hear his sorry excuse of an excuse.
'Stupid egotistical prats' she though angrily
Hermione continued 'cussing the boys, inventing a few interesting and colorful combinations that she made note of to write down for future use as she marched back towards the Leaky Cauldron in a huff.
What she failed to notice in her anger, was the perfectly clear blue sky had clouded over with fierce black thunder clouds, creating a spectacular light show behind her, with strangely, no rain.
Only two pairs of blue eyes, one twinkling with unexplained knowledge, the other, cold and calculating even noticed the aggravated teenager, such was the extent of the storm following.
Hermione marched through the passage, back into the Leaky Cauldron, barely registering the "hello" given to her by Tom, as she stormed past, barging through a couple blocking the stairs mumbling an apology as she ascended and strided over to her bed and sat cross-legged upon it with her arms crossed protectively and pouted, as the wall received a very heated glare.
Butterscotch sensing as most animals do, when their master is upset, hooted softly in a comforting manner, in the hopes of appeasing the troubled girl.
"I know, Butter, being angry won't solve anything and swearing at the boys won't change anything except maybe make me feel a little better."
Only a laughter filled hoot came as a response.
"Oh, don't you laugh at me. I know I'm ridiculous. I don't need you to tell me."
Hermione got up and let Butterscotch out of her cage, and the bird stretched her wings, excited to be given the exercise. Hermione smile absently and stroked the soft caramel feathers.
"You're the only true friend I have Butter, but that's alright because its better than some people have." She said, sighing think about what Harry will say when she next saw him, and wondering if he will have clued Ron in on her identity.
Butter flew onto Miones shoulder and nipped her ear, a gesture of affection from the bird, and soared out the window in search of a juicy, plump rat for a snack (or so Hermione assumed).
"Don't get into trouble!" she, the ever cautious, called out the window after the owl.
As she lay on her bed, Hermione discovered that her mind would not sit still. It was extremely antsy. Though flew through her brain like they were on a roller coaster, leaving her feeling akin to having spent the past hour in a washing machine. She needed to meditate and fast.
Sitting Indian style on the floor, she closed her eyes and focused on her breathing
In, Out, In...
As her breathing moved into a slow pattern, muddled thoughts and past memories flood though her in an all encompassing mess of past, present, future, fantasy and logic.
In...
A bushy hair girl who couldn't be more than 10 years of age, dashed through the living room, carrying a letter, shouting at the top of her voice "I'm a witch, I'm a witch!"
Out...
Endless piles of books and stacks of parchment, each quivering with untold facts and undiscovered information written upon them; sighted for the first time.
In...
A terrified, sorrow-filled, scream pierced the air, quickly cut off by mumbled words and a green light filled the room, leaving only the red glow of the speaker's eyes as variation to the deadly green.
Out...
Shock poured though twin pools of Emerald green as he realized his mistake and who's standing in front of him.
In...
A small platinum-headed boy quietly plays with his toys, in front of a crackling cherry fire, while his mother and father look on smiling: the perfect picture of serenity and love.
Out...
'This is new' Hermione thought 'I've never been able to think in a ...a ... vision before'
She slowly spun around in a circle looking at her surroundings.
'Desolate. Dark, perfectly da...wait! Over there! A pulse. Very faint though. Seems to be purple, and a distance away.'
In...
Cheering and shouts as the hero's of Gryffindor are passed around above the ground, while happy tears silently fall at the sight of the glorious cup.
Out...
'Back in the room again. The light seems stronger this time. Must be getting closer to it.'
In...
Blood splattered everywhere as her head whipped to the side, hair flying, as her father took another swing at her broken face.
Out..
'The room again, hmm a common occurrence, apparently, to think of this place. Anyways, the light is stronger still, now its purple with a white center. Eerie really'
In...
The tinkling of breaking glass as a wine glass crashes down onto a waxed wooden floor; a river pouring from the mouth, stretching out across the expansion of planks.
Out...
'It appears to be something incased in...glass? Something red, resting on a black Romantic pedestal, oozing with evil goodness.'
In...
The 'perfect' picture flashes, before cracking down the middle, and darkening like someone has turned the contrast down. The family member are not longer smiling rather, laying sprawled across the furniture and floor, mutilated with large blood splatterings across the walls and a 'halo' surrounding the boy
Out...
'It's a rose, a blood red rose complete with knarly thorns. Its frozen, traped eternally in ice, maybe in significance of something. A timeless love perhaps? Or a forbidden one? It seems...evil but still comforting, like the aura its giving off is familiar'
She was struck with the impulse to touch the rose, reach in and let its waves wash over her. She reached her hand forwards to touch the frozen masterpiece. 'Nearly there, it feels warm, friendly even.' Apprehension filled her as her fingers drew closer and closer to the...
Hermione woke up from her trance. It didn't take long for her to discover what had shattered the peace of her meditation.
Directly in front of her, not two feet away, its golden eyes staring Hermione down, was a 4 foot, black and red snake.
Well that's if for now
My ship for this chap is Sometimes When We Touch by kyra4 I love this story. It's a Draco/Hermione and is fairly cliché but very well written.
All for now R/r all that good stuff
Oh and flamers are welcome. A good flame can do more than praising someone. Be warned though I sometimes fight back
Angel Kisses
I know its been ages since I've written a chapter, you don't need to tell me. I mostly just read Fanfic anyways (my writing skills aren't quite as good as some of the people I've seen) so I apologize for being slack to those of you's out there that have actually read my fic.
Shameless pug time: I also have a shared account with my bestest buddy in the whole world under the alias' of Nimloth and Andunie. We have a series of fics revolving around us being transported into a fantasy realm and the havoc we create once there. These are extremely funny and are NOT MARY SUES. I cannot express that point enough. We hate Mary Sues. We personally wish we could find the person who wrote the first Mary Sue and permanently maim her/him.
This brings me to our other set of fics, which is called the Mary Sue hunters. I think this is self-explanatory, so I won't bore you by telling you about them. I will say however they are really good.
I will also give mention to my favorite fics on FF.net, at the end of each chap, if I believe they are deserving of a mention. So I don't just promote my own fics.
Enough babble. On to the chapter!
Hermione saw the recognition in Harry's eyes but turned away quickly to leave the store, before he could say anything. She didn't want to hear his sorry excuse of an excuse.
'Stupid egotistical prats' she though angrily
Hermione continued 'cussing the boys, inventing a few interesting and colorful combinations that she made note of to write down for future use as she marched back towards the Leaky Cauldron in a huff.
What she failed to notice in her anger, was the perfectly clear blue sky had clouded over with fierce black thunder clouds, creating a spectacular light show behind her, with strangely, no rain.
Only two pairs of blue eyes, one twinkling with unexplained knowledge, the other, cold and calculating even noticed the aggravated teenager, such was the extent of the storm following.
Hermione marched through the passage, back into the Leaky Cauldron, barely registering the "hello" given to her by Tom, as she stormed past, barging through a couple blocking the stairs mumbling an apology as she ascended and strided over to her bed and sat cross-legged upon it with her arms crossed protectively and pouted, as the wall received a very heated glare.
Butterscotch sensing as most animals do, when their master is upset, hooted softly in a comforting manner, in the hopes of appeasing the troubled girl.
"I know, Butter, being angry won't solve anything and swearing at the boys won't change anything except maybe make me feel a little better."
Only a laughter filled hoot came as a response.
"Oh, don't you laugh at me. I know I'm ridiculous. I don't need you to tell me."
Hermione got up and let Butterscotch out of her cage, and the bird stretched her wings, excited to be given the exercise. Hermione smile absently and stroked the soft caramel feathers.
"You're the only true friend I have Butter, but that's alright because its better than some people have." She said, sighing think about what Harry will say when she next saw him, and wondering if he will have clued Ron in on her identity.
Butter flew onto Miones shoulder and nipped her ear, a gesture of affection from the bird, and soared out the window in search of a juicy, plump rat for a snack (or so Hermione assumed).
"Don't get into trouble!" she, the ever cautious, called out the window after the owl.
As she lay on her bed, Hermione discovered that her mind would not sit still. It was extremely antsy. Though flew through her brain like they were on a roller coaster, leaving her feeling akin to having spent the past hour in a washing machine. She needed to meditate and fast.
Sitting Indian style on the floor, she closed her eyes and focused on her breathing
In, Out, In...
As her breathing moved into a slow pattern, muddled thoughts and past memories flood though her in an all encompassing mess of past, present, future, fantasy and logic.
In...
A bushy hair girl who couldn't be more than 10 years of age, dashed through the living room, carrying a letter, shouting at the top of her voice "I'm a witch, I'm a witch!"
Out...
Endless piles of books and stacks of parchment, each quivering with untold facts and undiscovered information written upon them; sighted for the first time.
In...
A terrified, sorrow-filled, scream pierced the air, quickly cut off by mumbled words and a green light filled the room, leaving only the red glow of the speaker's eyes as variation to the deadly green.
Out...
Shock poured though twin pools of Emerald green as he realized his mistake and who's standing in front of him.
In...
A small platinum-headed boy quietly plays with his toys, in front of a crackling cherry fire, while his mother and father look on smiling: the perfect picture of serenity and love.
Out...
'This is new' Hermione thought 'I've never been able to think in a ...a ... vision before'
She slowly spun around in a circle looking at her surroundings.
'Desolate. Dark, perfectly da...wait! Over there! A pulse. Very faint though. Seems to be purple, and a distance away.'
In...
Cheering and shouts as the hero's of Gryffindor are passed around above the ground, while happy tears silently fall at the sight of the glorious cup.
Out...
'Back in the room again. The light seems stronger this time. Must be getting closer to it.'
In...
Blood splattered everywhere as her head whipped to the side, hair flying, as her father took another swing at her broken face.
Out..
'The room again, hmm a common occurrence, apparently, to think of this place. Anyways, the light is stronger still, now its purple with a white center. Eerie really'
In...
The tinkling of breaking glass as a wine glass crashes down onto a waxed wooden floor; a river pouring from the mouth, stretching out across the expansion of planks.
Out...
'It appears to be something incased in...glass? Something red, resting on a black Romantic pedestal, oozing with evil goodness.'
In...
The 'perfect' picture flashes, before cracking down the middle, and darkening like someone has turned the contrast down. The family member are not longer smiling rather, laying sprawled across the furniture and floor, mutilated with large blood splatterings across the walls and a 'halo' surrounding the boy
Out...
'It's a rose, a blood red rose complete with knarly thorns. Its frozen, traped eternally in ice, maybe in significance of something. A timeless love perhaps? Or a forbidden one? It seems...evil but still comforting, like the aura its giving off is familiar'
She was struck with the impulse to touch the rose, reach in and let its waves wash over her. She reached her hand forwards to touch the frozen masterpiece. 'Nearly there, it feels warm, friendly even.' Apprehension filled her as her fingers drew closer and closer to the...
Hermione woke up from her trance. It didn't take long for her to discover what had shattered the peace of her meditation.
Directly in front of her, not two feet away, its golden eyes staring Hermione down, was a 4 foot, black and red snake.
Well that's if for now
My ship for this chap is Sometimes When We Touch by kyra4 I love this story. It's a Draco/Hermione and is fairly cliché but very well written.
All for now R/r all that good stuff
Oh and flamers are welcome. A good flame can do more than praising someone. Be warned though I sometimes fight back
Angel Kisses