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Update....Ice Station Hoth....

2008-02-06T23:37:20Z

It has grown cold here, the vehicles are breaking down. The last patrol is returning for the night...

We are at ~ 2.5-3 feet since Sunday....

Ok....

2008-01-08T14:26:52Z

I was on looking at the new toys from CES and found this....WTF....

http://gizmodo.com/341976/glamorous-cat-wigs

I think that's everything I need to say really..

Why? and other ramblings.

2007-08-31T01:23:38Z

Ok, as I am sitting here, alone on a Thursday...I think it's Thursday, I'm watching game shows.

I just want to know, why in the name of all that is holy that now we seem to have to either scream out the answer, or explain your reasoning behind your answer...especially when your rumblings show how dumb you are. Come on people, you never yelled on Jeopardy.

As to other things, I recently finished Vorpal Blade by John Ringo and Travis Taylor. Good read, especially if you like high energy physics with your bit of reading. I started in on A Desert Called Peace after that, but I am sure that there are those that wouldn't like that...it's a bit too much anti-CNN for that. Just like me.

I also have the new Star Wars book sitting here next to me, but Bantam has almost ruined that license, maybe Baen or Tor really will get it next and hopefully one of those publishing houses.

Otherwise, a friend of mine moved on to another job last night though still with the same company, yeah, we're spread out, and it only makes me wonder if it's time to move on. I've been here for a while now, maybe it's time to take another job, but then again, maybe not.

Let me introduce myself

2007-08-12T01:21:11Z

Getting ready for work, thought I'd show a picture of myself..

Now, where did I put my blaster?

Not about Deathly Hallows---Seriously

2007-07-23T16:05:38Z

Ok, just to make it plain, I still have yet to even purchase the book, though I already know most of the supposed plot points....and for not wanting to make it Star Wars...Luke and Leia *cough, cough* you did a decent job....

But today, I'd like to talk about 2 other annoyances...Pringles and Tractor Rides.

Pringles.

Ok, am I the only one who buys a can of Pringles and gets them home and they are crushed....Seriously, this is Why we buy Pringles in a can so they will be all chip-like and not random bits of potato confetti...is it too much to ask to actually get the damn can to work properly.

Tractor Rides.

Not all of you have to deal with this, I know. But here, in Iowa, it is the fashion to take your tractor, usually an antique that only can go like 5 miles an hour, out on the highway and drive it along. This is also usually part of a group of tractors that go in a convoy, thereby blocking traffic for miles and causing a 3 minute drive to take like 30 minutes. Seriously, they are effing Tractors drive them through fields if you feel the urge to see if they still go. If it was like a tank I'd understand.

Going back to DH for a moment, I have descided to buy the book, cut out the "epilogue" and shoot it, and post pictures. Stay tuned.

Fanfic: HP Return to Privet Drive.

2007-07-08T03:58:55Z

Here you go, a new bit in the Interlude universe though this one is rated a touch lower.

Title: Return to Privet Drive
Rating: PG-13
Ships H/Hr/LL

Summary, Hermione and Luna convince Harry to return to Privet Drive after the war to share a bit of news

Return to Privet Drive
Interlude universe

************************#4 Privet Drive*********************************

August 1, 1998
5:20 pm

“I don’t want to do this,” Harry muttered as he paused at the curb, and looked towards the utterly normal white house that provided as much impetus for his nightmares as anything the late Dark Lord had provided. He left his hand resting on the rear bumper of the fire-red 356 Spyder, one of four in all of Britain, and watched, dully, as the passenger side door to the two-seat convertible Ferrari opened and a pair of long, tanned legs slipped out, followed a beat later, impossibly, by another pair.

Hermione took a moment to straighten the suit jacket she had on, and smooth her skirt down over her legs before glancing over at her companion who was watching Harry. Luna looked to her right, and held Hermione’s gaze for a beat, before she spun, and stared unerringly towards a cracked curtain across the street where Mrs. Number Eight was watching the scene unfold. She held her eyes there until the face vanished from view and turned back to Hermione, fixing her own Muggle suit, and fingering a silver necklace shaped in the form of strung butterbeer corks that hung at the open neck of a cream silk blouse. She reached down and took Hermione’s hand in hers, squeezing it for a moment before the girls let their hands drop and moved around the car in opposite directions to stand on Harry’s other side.

“I don’t want to do this,” Harry repeated himself, and looked down as Hermione shook her head lightly and stood in front of him, looking up into his eyes as she fixed the emerald green tie anchoring his Armani suit.

“It’s only proper,” she replied softly, as she reached up, straightening the lapels of his black suit jacket, and brushed her hands down his sides, before lifting her face to kiss him deeply. She stepped to the side and watched with a faint smile as Luna kissed Harry as well. Her smile grew to a smirk as she saw a pair of curtains flutter on Number Eight.

She let her sight flicker around the neighborhood where her fiancé had grown up, or rather had fought to grow up, the first battle of the endless war of his life, and sighed. Unlike her parents’ original neighborhood, before it was flattened in a ‘Gas Main Explosion’, there was no life, save a few cats that seemed to be frightened to be even seen and the robotic movement of automatic sprinklers as they watered the artificially green lawns.

The houses, row, upon row of monotonous white houses with black shutters and shiny four door sedans in the driveways seemed to be almost abandoned. If one discounted the faint glow of television screens behind curtains, that is. A series of cast-iron light standards lined the street, to provide light on the retreat of the sun below the horizon. She looked back up towards he house, and twitched her eyes, the pupils becoming vaguely catlike as her vision zoomed in towards a small window on the second floor, where she could see faint traces where bars had once been anchored.

The barest trace of a growl slipped from her throat, as her vision returned to normal and her thoughts went back a year, to the last time she had stood in this place, to accomplish one of the most important missions she had ever undertaken. Harry was never one given to poetry or flowery phrases, he could if needed of course, diplomacy had been one of the many skills he had learned the hard way in his quest to vanquish Tom Riddle and case his dark banner forever, but he tended to be rather taciturn. He was not given to it, but the night that she had taken him from this place, he had pulled her to him and breathed in her ear, “I know we’ll win, Hermione, if only because God and Merlin sent an angel to take me from my torment.”

In retrospect, that line had utterly destroyed any possible, wandering un-platonic thoughts she had held towards their mutual ginger-haired friend, not that many had remained, upon a breath’s reflection apart from her ‘boys’. She had only smiled up at him, and followed him to his room, where a half-dozen spells had served to secure the door against the Dursleys, and they had clung together on his threadbare bed to await the dawn. In the morning they had left without so much as a word to the Dursleys, stunned as they watched a slim brunette slip from Harry’s room with her arm around his waist, and every possession he cared to take with him shrunken and resting comfortably in the battered leather pack on his back.

A soft HOOT, brought her back to the present, and she looked up at the light standard above them, to find a huge, pristinely alabaster owl looking down at her with huge amber eyes. The afternoon light caught her feathers causing them to seem to glow as Hedwig perched defiantly in direct sight of Number Four, as if daring the inhabitants to utter a quibble. Hermione gave Hedwig a brief smile and looked back to Harry. Luna was draped more or less along his left side, muttering softly to him, and stroking the small of his back under his suit jacket.

She looked up at Hermione and gave her a small nod, accepting a quick peck from her, as she untangled herself from Harry. Hermione squeezed his right hand and nodded towards the house. Harry sighed and closed his eyes, mouthing, “One minute,” to her in return. She nodded and gave Luna the tiniest of gestures with one finger and the pair started off along the mathematically-straight sidewalk, with ruler-like trimmed borders from the curb to the small front porch of the house.

Harry looked up as they started towards the two-story house that had been the focus of his pain for so long. He smiled faintly; as he took a beat to appreciate the way the black wool of their skirts outlined their arses. Hermione looked back over her shoulder as she reached the porch, found the direction of his eyes, and gave him a rather smoldering half-grin, that promised much, much in exchange for his labors this day. I’m coming, Love, he said and watched as her eyes softened.

Harry took his time walking down the ten meters of sidewalk, a distance that if he needed it to, could vanish in less than an eyeblink, took almost a minute. He paused halfway down the walk and froze for a heartbeat, as he suddenly realized what had bothered him about this walk for all the years he had been interred here.

There were no toys, no bicycles, no skateboards.

In a normal house with children, even in the neatest, relatively, there were toys about; bikes or scooters, basketballs or footballs, something that a casual eye could easily key on to determine that a child might live here. Harry had seen several houses in the years since he had left Privet Drive for the first time, in both good and bad situations, and those houses with kids looked the part. In Privet Drive, it seemed, that was one more item to be hidden behind closed curtains. Even Dudley, in his rampant hunger for more and more, had been forced, or rather Harry had, to keep all of Dudley’s things from view.

It won’t be that way at our home, Harry, Luna whispered as she waited with Hermione on the porch, It’s rather bad fortune to hide the sprits of one’s children…One would never want to temp a Gryllus to eat the shrubbery after all. Hermione hid a grin as Luna nodded, reaffirming her comment if only to herself. Harry almost laughed and continued up the walk to stand between them on the porch.

He lifted his hand to knock and took a breath. We’re here, Harry, Hermione reminded him quietly, we’re not about to leave you in the lurch.

I can handle this myself, Harry whispered, you two don’t have to do this with me, I don’t want to put you through them.

We’d never leave you to go through this alone, Harry, Hermione said resolutely.

Harry nodded to what wasn’t said as much as what was and knocked forcefully, two hard raps that sent a loud thump through the house. He clasped his hands behind his back neutrally as he waited, examining idly the dull shine of his low boots that his faithful retainer had put on this very morning. A moment later, a booming voice roared, “WHO THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT!”

The door flew open, and Vernon’s round face stared out disbelievingly. His pale face darkened, rapidly becoming a color typically only seen on tomatoes and other fruits. His walrus-like mustache quivered in time with his three chins as he opened his mouth, “What are you doing here, FREAK?” he reached forward as if to shove Harry bodily from the porch, but without seeming to move, the hands just missed. “Get off my porch,” Vernon went on lowly.

“May we come in…Uncle?” Harry said tightly, his diction utterly correct. Vernon opened his mouth to say something, but it only gaped as Luna just floated past him on into the house. He spun and words seemed to fail him as Hermione moved past him and then Harry. He followed quickly, waddling as fast as he could. He stumbled to a halt as he found a slight form blocking his way in the hallway.

Luna was standing utterly still, her eyes fixed on a dull steel padlock and hasp guarding a cupboard under the stairs that led upward. A spike of cold, like the very breath of space, skewered his soul as slivery-grey pools froze him in place as effectively as if a spell had been cast. Hermione placed her hand on Luna’s shoulder and pulled her away, only pausing long enough to further flay Vernon with shards of brown flint. Vernon followed them mutely as they entered the living room.

Harry was sitting on an off-white loveseat looking across silently at his Aunt as she walked into the room from the kitchen and gawked, disbelievingly. Hermione sat next to Harry, smoothing her skirt and crossing her legs demurely as she clasped her hands in her lap. “What the hell are they doing here, Dad?” Dudley’s warbling voice asked as he followed Petunia into the room. He visibly looked to Luna, his beady eyes tracking up the back of her legs to the hem of her skirt that stopped several inches north of her knees, pausing briefly on her arse, then up the fall of dirty blonde hair as it shimmered against the black backdrop of her suit.

He looked to Hermione as Luna turned from her examination of the set of porcelain figures on the mantle, and smirked. His eyes only met hers on the way down, and stopped on the swell of white silk framed by her suit jacket. A chestnut eyebrow crooked, and a Legilmensed reminder of where her eyes were nearly sent the portly teen to his knees. Hermione smiled slowly, as Luna continued to move around the room slowly, examining the platitudinous surroundings, “Please, Mrs. Dursley, Mr. Dursley, we only wish a moment of your time. Have a seat if you will.”

Something seemed to compel the Dursleys to the couch opposite her and Harry, they sat, squeezing their bulk onto the ecru and eggshell sofa. Hermione waved a hand, and with a faint pop of light, a silver tea service appeared on the low coffee table between them. She leaned forward, fixing a cup of tea for Harry, placing a single sugar and a slice of lemon into it, and handing it to him on a paper-thin saucer. Petunia’s eyes widened, becoming small moons in her face as she took in the crest on the service. The blazing phoenix set over a lion on a field of blue and green trimmed in gold, with the motto, ‘Haud Pretium est Quoque Altus pro Licentia’, in gold filigree in a banner over the phoenix’s unfurled wings.

Her eyes only widened, as did Dudley’s as Luna perched on the arm of the loveseat next to Harry’s shoulder and bent forward to accept a drink from Hermione. Dudley seemed to quiver at the brief flash he received as Luna’s blouse gapped before she sat back up and took a precise sip with manners more suitable to Avalon than Little Whinging. Harry sat silently as Hermione picked up her own cup and looked at the Dursleys over it, “Please,” she said waving at the tea set.

Vernon seemed to snap out of his fugue at her words, “What do you freakish lot want…I thought we were through with your kind.”

Hermione ignored him as she looked to Petunia, even she addressed his question, “As Lily’s last remaining relative, it was only proper that we extend this to you…” Hermione’s fingers danced and a dark blue envelope appeared in her fingers.

Gold script shimmered and danced along the surface, and arraigned to form:

Petunia Evans
Living Room, #4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging

Petunia took the envelope without a thought, swallowing faintly, as she felt the tingle of energies she had denied for over twenty years. Vernon looked to her, his mouth flopping open as Petunia opened the envelope, and took out the card within. She stared at the ensign decorating the front of the card for a long minute even as she could feel Vernon winding up for a further diatribe, the ensign she had last seen, before it’s appearance on the china that Hermione was sipping from, on another card set like it, twenty one years before. She opened it slowly….

Harry James Potter, Hermione Jane Granger and Luna Melanie Lovegood cordially invite yourself and a guest to their upcoming nuptials to be held at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland.

The celebration is to start promptly at 2 pm on the twenty-ninth of August, Nineteen Ninety Eight.

Wizarding attendees are invited to Apparate or Portkey to Hogsmeade where they will be escorted to the event. Non-Magic users are invited to meet the Hogwarts Express at Platform 9 ¾ on 10 am on the twenty-eighth for transportation to Hogwarts. Accommodations at the Castle or in Hogsmeade will be provided.

“What is this tripe?” Vernon exclaimed, “can’t you freakish lot even do an invitation properly? Who’s this second girl, the Maid of Honor?”

“My fiancée, actually,” Harry said mildly.

“Then who’s the other,” Vernon sneered as Petunia remained silent, her hands trembling slightly as she continued to hold the card. “Some random slag you have to keep you from giving her some disease?”

“My other fiancée,” Harry replied dangerously as the temperature in the room literally dropped ten degrees. Dudley seemed to drool as the girls reacted to the temperature shift, and then, as the comment percolated through his brain, and settled into the small spot not addled by booze, cigarettes and other illicit substances, his eyes darkened with a leer and his breath quickened.

Vernon spent another ten or fifteen timeless seconds flapping his jaw open and shut as Luna kissed Harry’s cheek and stood from her perch, leaving her tea cup floating in the air and started to walk around the room again. She started to run her fingers over the set of figurines again, and no one noticed as they came to life, as Vernon finally found his voice. “JUST WHEN I THOUGHT THERE WAS AN END TO YOUR FREAKISHNESS…” He kicked the coffee table out of the way, sending the tea service crashing to the floor and advanced on Harry and Hermione.

He slammed into an invisible wall sending him staggering back and almost tripping back over the couch, and landing on the lap of his son. Petunia had dodged at the last moment and stood, moving to the side quickly. Harry flowed to his feet, moving with a grace so utterly unlike his corpulent uncle as to beg the question of their belonging to the same species. He waited as Vernon disentangled himself from Dudley, and stood, stepping to loom over Harry, or at least try to. Vernon sneered as Harry held out a silent hand to keep her from stepping between them.

Suddenly the sneer faded as he realized that Harry just stood there, meeting his gaze without a twitch. Suddenly the realization belatedly crossed Vernon’s mind that he no longer had a foot on Harry, and though he still had almost a hundred pounds on him…all of that was fat. Still, it was only the weakling that had cowered under his fist, and under Dudley’s for so long. “You wouldn’t be so cocky without your little stick…”

Harry cocked his head to the side, before reaching up and back under his suit jacket and flipping his wand over his shoulder to Luna where she caught it and slipped it behind her right ear. He looked over at Petunia, “Aunt Petunia,” Harry took a breath, emotion trembling under his words, “I know that my mother would want you to be there, if you can.”

“WE WILL NOT GO TO SUCH A…”

“Did I ever say that you, Sir,” the word dripping with sarcasm, “were invited? The invitation to our wedding is to Petunia Evans…” Harry retorted and turned his back on his uncle.

He did not need the mental warning from either girl, or even the input from a half dozen of his disparate senses ranging from Animagi to purely magical to move to the side, and watch as Vernon’s fist slipped past his head ever-so-slowly as the rest of the world abruptly slowed down. A hand darted out, grabbing and twisting Vernon’s arm up behind him with all the force of his momentum and letting loose, sending him crashing into the wall, and shattering a glass cabinet displaying more figurines. He hit hard enough to dent the drywall and crashed to his knees.

“DON’T YOU ATTACK DAD…” Dudley roared and exploded off the couch, launching a fist approximately the size of a canned ham at the back of Harry’s head. He looked down, bewildered as a small hand slapped his attack aside and Hermione stepped between him and Harry. Harry continued to watch as Vernon slowly forced himself up, leaving Dudley to Hermione.

“Sit back down, Dudley,” Hermione’s soft soprano commanded, almost exasperatedly, and she sighed as the younger Dursley shifted her attack to her.

“I’ll show you, you whore…”

“Honestly,” Hermione muttered as she spun to the side, not even bothering to boost, as a punch flew through where her cheek had been a heartbeat before. The toe of her low boot hammered at the back of his knee, instead of the side where she could have just as easily shattered the joint, and collapsed his leg under him, sending him crashing to the ground. Her hand flicked out, glowing with just a trace of magic, and tapped him lightly on the temple. Dudley fell to the side, shattering the remains of the coffee table with his bulk as he passed out from the carefully modulated strike. She knelt next to Dudley, and said softly, “Unlike you, Harry will never have to pay for that…Wanker,” she added as she stood and looked towards Harry.

Luna danced over, and tapped Harry’s wand to Dudley, and a large pinkish hog appeared where Dudley had been. She looked around the white room, at the light carpet and flicked the wand around the room. Instantly the walls became bright blue with orange and green polka dots. The couch became flowered, and a large aquarium of oddly colored tropical fish appeared along one wall. She giggled and straightened, before giving Hermione a quick peck on the cheek.

Vernon had made it to his feet in the interim, and charged Harry once more, only to freeze in mid charge at a bored wave of Harry’s left hand. Harry walked to Vernon, who could only move his eyes, “It is only because somewhere it would disappoint Albus Dumbledore, who unlike you was a great man, that I don’t deal…decisively with you…Uncle.” A small dark smile slipped onto his lips, “Of course a closed-minded bigot like you wouldn’t have lifted his head out of the sand enough to notice that the bloody world has been falling down around your ears for the last year…or do you really believe that ‘Gas Explosions’ happen every day? I have been dealing—decisively—with threats since I was eleven, that in and of itself should tell you exactly how threatened I really am.”

He turned back to Petunia, and a flicker of something, perhaps regret, darkened emerald eyes for a beat. “Goodbye, Aunt Petunia…perhaps we will see each other again. But if not…know that if needed, there is always refuge for…family. And that denial is like a volcano, in the end.” He nodded and walked out, turning his back on Vernon and stepping into the hall. A moment later the front door opened and closed loudly.

Hermione looked back at the wreckage, then at the frozen Vernon, then at the reposing hog formally known as Dudley and then back at Petunia. She took Luna’s hand without looking as the blonde came up to her side after some more impromptu redecorating, “The house will be back to rights in a few hours, Dudley and Vernon a touch less.” Hermione and Luna vanished without a sound, only to reappear next to the curb.

Harry was sitting on the hood, his tie half undone as his legs framed the license plate that read “FREBLT1”. He looked up and stepped to the passenger side of the car, holding the door as Hermione and Luna both slipped in, curling together on a seat that had been magically expanded to be just big enough to let them sit together hip-to-hip. Harry climbed in the other side and flicked his fingers at the ignition, causing it to ignite with a throaty growl.

He pulled out onto the road, and moments later they were on their way home. Hermione glanced over periodically for several minutes after they were on the main highway, to find Harry steadfastedly looking at the road. Luna snuggled more tightly into Hermione’s side and let her head flop to her shoulder as she drifted off. “You could sleep too, Mione,” Harry commented after a few more minutes, it’ll be a while until I can get to a place where I can activate the cloaking spells so we can fly home.”

“How long have you known about her, Harry?” Hermione said quietly, reaching over the console to run her hand along his thigh.

He shrugged, “For sure…summer before last year…but I expected that summer before fifth…she just knew too much, even if Mum was her sister. It’s another bit of knowledge that Dumbledore took to his grave,” he added with only the barest trace of frustration.

“I’m sorry, Harry,” Hermione said after a moment’s more silence, “It was a disaster…I should have never insisted…”

He reached over and squeezed her hand, even as he darted around a much slower semi ahead. He shrugged, “You were right, Hermione…It was the right thing to do…Maybe Petunia really will show up, who knows.” They entered an empty stretch of road, and he touched a crystal stud on the dashboard. From the outside, the image of the car wavered and vanished, and inside Harry tapped the clutch and hit one last gear, and the car rose smoothly into the air, gaining velocity as turned to the southwest and home. He touched a spot on a moving scrying map on the dashboard and took his hands off the wheel as the car started to steer itself. “For now though, I think I’m going to join Luna.” Hermione gave him a smile as he touched a control and his seat leaned back. She reached into the console, and pulled out a large book bigger than the compartment it had been in and propped it open on her lap and began to read.

She smiled fondly as she turned to the chapter on the establishment of Quidditch as a school sport at Hogwarts in the most recent version of Hogwarts, a History, and continued on with the story.

Now I don't have any kids....I think....

2007-06-21T19:34:34Z

But if I did, I'd have to have a stroller like this one here :http://www.thingamababy.com/baby/2007/06/atatstroller.html

There is always a need to tower over those tiny rebels strewn about the floor.

Yep, I'm bored at work

Why the surrender....

2007-05-28T00:22:06Z

TTo begin with, I was going to write about Memorial Day, a weekend these days whose origin has been mostly forgotten, that to honor our hallowed dead, whose sacrifice over the years has kept many of you free to complain about how things are run. Be very, very grateful that you can. For many in the world, they are just now gaining that right, and still others have yet to gain that right. But I find that I can not without degrading this into a rant against asinine and unthinking liberalism...

Not that I agree with many of the points of view of the other side as well...

So I will not go there now, so lets talk about one of my other favorite topics, the vagaries of fiction, and lets look once more at HP, as it is the topic of the moment, and I have a vested interest in it, having written a few books there.

Ok, those that don't care about Potter and the universe therein tune out.

Now, for those of you who do, lets talk about why the sudden surrender by many. Especially towards two plot points, that if she actually does use will ruin the books and show that JKR is a plodding author at best.

1) Harry living.

There seems to be a vision that he will die, egged on, I think by those who feel that he must die to "make it real" or to somehow show he is human or some crap.

Really to do so, would totally ruin the effect of a coming of age story, which is the essential foundation of the Potter series. As one, Harry would not live to grow to age, and second, it would just blow as a plot device. Really did you expect Luke to die in ROTJ, Frodo in ROTK? No. Then why would you do so with Harry?

2) One Big Happy Weasley Family....

Seriously is there a more asinine concept in any universe? First Harry and Ginny.

Until The-Book-That-Shall-Not-Be-Named (UtBTSNBN) Harry had looked at Ginny perhaps twice in the entire series, and then in the concept of "Ron's annoying sister." Remember we see everything from Harry's perspective, with all of the preconceptions that that point of view carries along. Then suddenly he is in true love? Yeah...sure....

I'll give you that he was horny. And Ginny's hair is rather shiny. It says so...repeatedly.

I get horny too, all the bloody time, I'm a guy, it comes with the territory, but even I know it's not true love.   And deep inside, Harry always did as well. As did Ginny. The breakup at the end is only indicative of such. There was only a bit of attraction, of a belief that they should at least try it. If Ginny had really cared, had loved him with the depth that it will take to be at his side until the end, she would have never, ever, given up that easily.

Harry wanted to be normal for a brief shining moment in the sun, he got it, but it cost far, far too much. His normalcy was totally abnormal for him, he is not, nor will he ever be normal. It is both his curse and his boon, and until he embraces that he can not succeed. And Ginny is not the person to drive him to those heights. There is one who can, and he knows her, and she knows him better than anyone alive. Better than Ron, than Dumbledore, and definitely better than Voldemort, which in the end will be Tom's downfall.

Ron and Hermione.

Once again, yes, I will give you that there might be horniness. Ron has probably harbored a crush on her since fourth year when he finally realized that she had tits. But has Hermione, really, reciprocated? Seriously, look at UtBTSNBN. In it, Harry and Hermione flirt the entire book, even when they are ostensibly fighting they are there for each other. Yeah, she reacts to her best friend, one of the two people who have been her friends since she was twelve being poisoned.

Wow...there's a shocker.

Ron has had his chance, again and again. Hermione was asking one of her boys to ask her to Slughorn's party, but was it Ron? He surely did not seize on the chance. Nor did Harry, but we know about his cluelessness throughout. He has screwed up relations again and again with girls, Parvati, Cho...why would he suddenly realize that signals that have slowly amped up in intensity now mean everything.

In the end, when it came down to it, when DD died, Hermione clung to Harry and he sure made no attempt to make her let go. Harry barely even noticed Ginny in the room, and Hermione did not go to Ron at the end, but to Harry. Odd that, since that would seem to violate the "close family" that we aspire to.

Maybe she realizes, somewhere, that it is not her lot in life to be normal either, and that a life as Ron's prize isn't quite what she wants from life after all.

Odd that...

So why, are we so, despondent? Yes, there was the IOD, but did it do more, really, than becalm the waters for a moment? Everything she says has at least a half dozen meanings, both in print and in word, but for some reason, one of the central tenants of the book, Love, the power that is supposed to push him past Voldemort, is as obvious as a forest of trees? Does that make a lick of sense?

In many ways the playing field has been evened since the release of HBP. The British cover has an alchemical wedding symbol on it for pete's sake, and only delusional folks think that bodes well for Ron to gain his prize. The books, like the center circle return on themselves, and what once was lost, now is found.

There are are always more important things, like loyalty, friendship...and love.

In the end, if we don't by some minuscule chance "win", so what? There are already scads of Fan Fictions out there that are honestly better than I can actually image Deathly Hallows to be. Even if we win, JKR has shown an unwillingness, or perhaps lassitude in fully developing her universe. There are several books written at a level commensurate with hers, that do do so, and even stay strictly within the canon bounds, and several that exceed and surpass it.

There we go, disagree if you will, I don't care.

Writing and cuteness...

2007-05-09T23:33:52Z

I was reading through some of the sites that I normally glance through at work (one has to choose carefully or they will ban them) and found this interview by David Weber on SciFi. http://www.scifi.com/sfw/interviews/sfw15625.html

In this he talks about writing, and how writers should both not think themselves better than their readers and should pay attention to the readers' comments, as they just might have noticed something that the author may not have realized about their own works. Though the end part was dissapointing in that there does not seem to be a main-line Honor Harrington or Prince Roger book coming any time soon

Also just to prove that I'm not all about sex and violence as some might think from my own writing, I present cuteness....Hidden behind the cut for those of you who can't stand cuteness.

These guys barely escaped the mower, lucky bunnies.

Yea...now hopefully the ink is worth the paper

2007-03-21T18:07:36Z

New news today...all 12 million copies of Deathly Hallows will be printed on recycled paper.

Hopefully she'll actually make it not a waste of ink and paper, though I'm not holding my breath.   Since the last one...not so much.

On another note, has anyone, besides me, seen the "Hermione" on G4TV on the dish, on their "geek fantasies" vinette...Trying to make sure that I'm not going insane. Let's just say that if you haven't that she's lost any "ugly duckling" issues long since.   Though frankly, most of that was gone, imho, in canon about book 3.

I have also, rediscovered my problems with naming OC's especially since all of them are OC's by definition. I just get locked up trying to come up with names for people, now the AI's...they are easy as thier names are just derivitizations of longer names.

Back to the trenches.

Fanfic---Interlude--Part 2 NC17

2007-03-16T00:48:36Z

Fanfiction, Harry/Hermione/Luna...Ron/Lavender.

Part of 2 of ? In this part, Harry wakes up and all three of them grow...closer.

If you haven't read it, here's part 1 http://Interlude Part 1 Rating NC-17

And now...let's get on with it, Part 2 of Interlude. It's very much NC-17, so if you are a kiddy, don't click the link:

Part 2
……………..

9:30 am

Harry stirred slowly, blinking awake as the sun streamed in the window, past a drawn curtain. He started to move, to stretch and stopped, as he felt soft, warm bodies pressing him on him on either side, and just for an instant, his mind blanked…he knew that Hermione was tucked into his right side, knew it without looking down, even though he did so as the thought crossed his mind.

Hermione’s head was tucked under his chin, her hair tickling his chest slightly as she slept with her upper body half on top of his, her legs wrapped around his right leg. He lifted his head a touch, trying not to disturb her, and found a second body, her head resting against Hermione’s cheek, her body a mirror of Hermione’s. Small hands were interlaced low on his belly, Hermione’s right with Luna’s left, just above the rumpled gold sheet that hid his hips, and most of Hermione’s. Slowly, tentatively, he let his fingers trace up and down Hermione’s spine, barely able to move his arm just enough, with her sleeping in the crook of his elbow.

She woke slowly, and raised her head to look at him, Are you alright with this, Harry? she asked quickly, her brain spinning up instantly, bringing along with it, buried insecurities and doubts. She glanced down at Luna and then back up at him.

This isn’t because you were horny, is it, Hermione? She shook her head. Or to trying to make me happy or some such thing? Hermione bit her lip and shook her head, forcefully. Then fine…I suppose that I can handle loving the two women I love in this world… Hermione’s eyes widened.

You too…you never said anything…

You didn’t either, Harry replied pointedly and Hermione laughed quietly. Luna stirred on his chest and murmured something about Snorkacks and them eating her books. She groaned as Harry’s stomach grumbled, and tossed her head, sending disheveled blonde locks flying before she settled back down.

You should eat, Harry, I’ll not have you passing out on me…us, Hermione murmured. She closed her eyes, sending out a brief pulse of magic that woke Luna. Ron’s down eating breakfast…she opened her eyes and crooked an eyebrow. She sat up and pushed on Luna’s shoulder until the blonde looked up at her, obviously not an early riser by choice. Hermione bent down and whispered something in Luna’s ear, to which she giggled uproariously. Luna rolled out of bed, kissed Harry and crossed to the bathroom, leaving the door open as the water started to run.

What are you up to, Hermione Jane? Harry asked suspiciously, but letting her push him out of bed and towards the closet, anyway. He kept his eyes on her as he pulled on boxers and jeans, and caught a tossed bright red t-shirt that Luna had gotten him for his seventeenth birthday, that read “At least I don’t have to sleep with Bella, Tom.” Very few people got it.

Nothing, Hermione said sweetly, now go, we’ll be down in a bit, Harry gave her a leering look and waggled his eyebrows. She laughed out loud and shook her head, No, we’re just going to clean up…really, Harry, she insisted as she pushed him out the door.

Harry let himself be pushed out the door, and watched as it closed softly behind him. He walked down the stairs to the kitchen basement, whistling softly. The steps squeaked quietly under his bare feet as he descended the final set of steps and pushed into the kitchen.

He bit back a sudden laugh at what he found, hiding his face behind his hand.

Lavender Brown was sitting astride Ron’s lap, dressed in a short blue silk robe. The robe was pushed up enough to expose a pair of matching knickers in the back as she leaned forward, pressing her chest against Ron’s and slowly fed him a strip of bacon. Harry grinned and shook his head, walking over to a steaming coffee pot and poured himself a mug. He leaned back against the counter, watching, idly amused that the sight of Lavender’s nearly bare arse did absolutely nothing to him.

Harry coughed softly and Lavender shot backwards off Ron’s lap, almost tumbling to the floor only to stop as an invisible force held her up and sat her back on Ron’s knee. A faint glow faded from Harry’s eyes as he took a sip of coffee, “Don’t get up on my account,” Harry said wryly, then amended his words, “in either sense.”

“Harry, mate…I…”

Harry shrugged and started filling a plate from the small buffet Dobby had prepared and left for them, before he had left on his mandated day off. He paused and his head cocked slightly to one side, and with a small smile filled the plate higher. He carried it over to the table opposite Ron and Lavender and sat down. “Continue on with what you were doing,” Harry said and started eating.

Ron frowned and looked at Harry’s plate and then at him, “You aren’t going to eat all of that, mate, are you…” Harry grinned to himself and shook his head slightly. Harry took a sip of his coffee and looked up at Ron and Lavender. He crunched a strip of bacon and picked up another, and pointed at them with it.

“You do know that people eat on this table…” Harry said matter-of-factly, and Ron flushed to the tips of his ears. Lavender just smirked and lowered her lips to Ron’s neck, nuzzling his neck. Harry started to add to his comment and stopped, looking down at his food for a moment as a wave of emotion tickled the back of his brain, and he felt a pair of presences as they descended the stairs. The door opened behind Harry, and Ron’s eyes widened, and a beat later, Lavender, sensing something, turned and gasped.

Hermione and Luna walked hand-in-hand into the room, and moved over to the table. Harry glanced over, and found both of them dressed in a purloined pair of his white school shirts liberated from his, their closet now, he supposed, and quite obviously nothing else. As they reached Harry, they dropped each other’s hands, and slipped to either side. They kissed his cheeks in unison. Hermione gave Harry a single look and he pushed back slightly from the table, just enough for her and Luna to perch on his legs, and to lean back against Harry’s chest. “So, Ronald,” Luna asked as she leaned forward and plucked a muffin from the plate in front of them and ripped it in quarters, “Did you make sure to set the wards against Bent-Tailed Hentras last night? You know how they like to follow hormonal teens around.” She fed a bit of muffin to Hermione and Ron groaned as he watched Hermione gently suck the crumbs from Luna’s fingers.

Hermione leaned forward a touch, and grabbed Harry’s coffee, her eyes looked up to find Ron looking down her shirt. She rolled back upright and took a sip of the bitter drink, “That ship is way out to sea, Ron, and it isn’t coming back,” she said lightly and handed the mug to Harry, he took a drink and set it back down on the table.

“Wha…when…” Ron sputtered as Luna reached into her shirt, pulled out her wand, and flicked it at the cupboard. A mug floated out, followed by another, they queued up and received a load of coffee, before floating over to land in front of her and Hermione. The carafe followed, topping off Harry’s mug, before floating back over to where it began.

“Fifth…Fourth year,” Hermione and Luna said respectively as one. Hermione laughed quietly, and motioned to Luna, she just shrugged, and leaned over into her, resting her head on her shoulder for a beat, before twisting enough to kiss Hermione softly. She pulled away, letting her head fall back against Harry’s shoulder, and kept it there as he kissed the top of her head. Luna did not explain further as she took a conjured fork from Hermione and started to dig into the breakfast in earnest.

Hermione started eating as well, rather more than normal to Ron’s experienced, food-watching, eye. He watched as Harry navigated around the pair, stabbing a sausage, and picking up a scone and nibbling on it. “Oi…are you two sick?” Ron said after a beat, “you birds never eat that much…” Lavender rolled her eyes slightly but did not comment. She stood slowly, stretching, but only Ron’s eyes followed her, even as her movements almost exposed her top.

Luna glanced up at Ron, “Hermione has that entire enhanced metabolism to go along with the bond to Harry, all that magic eats up energy, you know. How do you think the Pogo-Legged Jackalope stays so skinny when all they do is eat?” Ron did not answer. “And besides that, Hermione and I made love all night while we were waiting for Harry to wake up…and we’ll need our energy for him next.” Lavender and Ron’s jaws dropped slightly, in unison. Their heads slowly tracked to Hermione, who bushed faintly but nodded, and continued to eat.

Harry’s expression was glassy for a long moment, until Hermione turned enough to look at him, reached up and tangled her fingers in the hair on the back of his head, pulling his lips down to hers. Harry groaned, loudly, as her tongue flicked across his lips, and his mouth fell open, letting hers in. He slowly deepened the kiss, letting his right hand come up and cradle her back, as she wavered slightly on his knee. Hermione pulled back, panting quietly, her eyes flickering with an inner fire, and watched as Luna replaced her, slipping her head in the small space Harry had allowed Hermione to pull back and snogged him, as Hermione nuzzled the sensitive skin at the back of her neck.

“Bloody Hell,” a distant voice came from somewhere, and the sudden sound of a chair scooting back on the ancient floor, followed by two pairs of bare feet beating a rapid retreat.

Harry looked up after another minute, cradling Luna’s head against his shoulder as she took quick, shallow breaths, causing his hair to dance around idly. Hermione turned with him, looking, to find no one else in the room. “Honestly…I guess turnabout wasn’t fair play?” Hermione mused and started to nibble lightly along the juncture of Harry’s shoulder and neck.

He shuddered, and reached down, pulling her face up to kiss her quickly. She rocked slightly on his lap and glanced down then up at him, her eyes sparkling with magic and mirth. She slowly extricated herself from his arms, untangling from him and Luna, to stand. Harry looked up at her slightly forlornly, as did Luna, a beat later. She licked her lips and smiled back at him, as she hopped backwards to sit on the kitchen table, letting her legs fall open, smirking and beckoning with a crooked finger.

Harry looked up at her, then murmured something in Luna’s ear, before he slowly ran his lips and teeth lightly along her pulse. She squirmed in his lap and Harry groaned. Luna looked down at Harry’s lap. She froze, shaking slightly and slowly looked up to his face, “I…never…” she whispered, and Harry glanced up to Hermione. Hermione slipped down off the table and knelt next to them.

She reached up and grabbed Harry’s free hand, the one that was not supporting Luna. Hermione reached up with her other hand and gathered both of Luna’s, before bringing all of their hands together, “It’s totally up to you, Luna,” Hermione whispered as she let go of their joined hands with one of hers and slowly ran her fingers gently along Luna’s bare leg, running her fingers lightly up under the hem of her shirt, to dance over the ball of her hipbone and back down to her knee, before starting again. Hermione glanced up to Harry, “We can just go back to sleep, honey…nothing…”

“I want to, Hermione,” she looked to Harry and kissed him lightly before she twisted enough to rest her forehead on his shoulder, I’m just scared, she admitted silently. I never did with Ron…she turned her head on Harry’s shoulder, and cut her eyes over to Hermione, I know it’s silly…Little Loony Luna afraid of…even after Hermione and I…

Luna swallowed and slid back off Harry’s knee, without letting go of Harry’s hand. She grabbed Hermione’s and took a breath, and the three of them vanished, reappearing several floors up in Harry’s…their suite. She let go of their hands, and took two steps backwards; she looked continually back and forth between Harry and Hermione as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. She reached the last button and shrugged the shirt off and down her shoulders. The white cloth fluttered to the floor, pooling at her feet. She glanced back over her shoulder at the large bed, still rumpled from her and Hermione’s activities over the last night. I thought the bed might be a touch more comfortable, she whispered, still nervously.

Hermione smiled at her, slipping forward and reaching up, her hands cradled Luna’s face as she cocked her head just enough and kissed her. The girls leaned into each other as they kissed, Hermione’s tongue danced across lips that had had all night to learn hers, and slipped home. Luna moaned, walking unsteadily backwards until her bum hit the top of the high bed, as she unbuttoned Hermione’s shirt, finishing with the last button as they reached the bed. She reached up, still not breaking the kiss and pushed Hermione’s shirt down and off.

Hermione gasped into her mouth as she felt her nipples brush across Luna’s and the two of them tumbled onto the bed. They moved as one, not breaking contact, even to breathe as they squirmed fully onto the bed. They reached the headboard and rolled apart, panting slightly, and looking back across the room with identical heated looks dancing in faintly lit eyes.

Harry swallowed heavily, seeing them spread out across the covers wantonly, their legs intertwined, and chestnut and gold halos spread out around their heads on the stacked pillows. Hermione slowly trailed the fingers of one hand down her centerline, and mewed softly, trailing her fingers down over a smooth, hairless patch. She traced her fingers over her folds, running them around her nether lips, before languidly slipping one finger in. She slipped it out and brought it up to Luna’s lips, where the blonde grabbed Hermione’s hand and brought it to her lips, pursing them around it and sucking it clean.

Hermione and Luna let out identical, synchronized giggles as Harry whimpered, his jeans that he foolishly had put on not a half hour before nearly at the bursting point. Hermione turned to Luna and kissed her, moaning softly at her own taste on Luna’s lips, before she pulled back and let their brows rest together, I think he’s ready, don’t you? Luna grinned and reached her hand out towards her fallen shirt, her wand leapt across to her, and she flicked it.

Instantly, Harry felt a breeze as his clothes vanished. Luna swallowed heavily again, her hand shaking slightly as she found him more than ready for her and Hermione. Get over here, Harry, Hermione said and watched with half-hooded eyes as he crawled up on the bed, stalking over to them on all fours. He crawled over Luna, paused to twist enough to kiss Hermione then slowly lowered his weight onto Luna, cradling her face between his palms as he kissed her leisurely. He growled, deep in his throat, as Luna arched up towards him, grinding her center against his. She pushed on his shoulder, rolling them over and Harry onto his back.

Hermione slipped in and kissed Harry as Luna pulled back a breath, pushing Hermione’s thick locks aside with her nose and nuzzling her behind one ear, slowly tracing one earlobe with the very tip of her tongue, pausing at the very top arch of her ear to play with a small ring Hermione had had added along with the one in her navel on a girls’ day out with Tonks and Luna, last month.

She twisted to kiss Luna, purring softly as Luna’s small hands slipped down to cup her breasts, running soft palms over them. Luna glanced down and bent her head, flicking her tongue over a hardened nipple, before slipping her head back up. Harry let out a quiet groan, and both girls looked back to him. Luna rocked against him a touch, speeding up and slowing down absently, whimpering softly as she felt him slide along her cleft.

Harry grabbed her hips, freezing her in place, “Love…” he growled, “as good as that feels…”

“It’s much better in you, honey,” Hermione breathed into Luna’s ear. She reached down between Harry and Luna, and grabbed Harry. Luna looked back at Hermione, a flicker of fear in her eyes. Hermione gave her a quick smile, even as Harry moaned faintly, and kissed Luna quickly, before releasing the blonde’s lips. Hermione reached down, guiding Harry to Luna and lightly trailing her fingers up and away as he made contact, brushing them over a tiny nubbin she found there.

Hermione rolled to her side, as Luna slowly lowered herself against his hands on her hips, and stopped as she felt herself stopped. She reached down and let her hands rest on Harry’s waist, balancing her weight fully on her hands. “I…” Luna bounced once and whimpered faintly, falling forward onto Harry’s chest. Her eyes fell closed as tears slipped down her cheeks.

“It’s alright,” Hermione cooed in her ear, brushing Luna’s hair back, already feeling the dampness dotting Luna’s brow, as she slowly nuzzled Luna’s ear, even as Harry slowly kissed away the tears, and then her closed eyelids, coaxing them open. It’ll pass, honey, let me help you…

“There you are,” Harry whispered as she opened her eyes, “Alright now?” She gave him a faint, soft smile that grew suddenly as she felt the sharp pain fading quickly, being drained away to somewhere else, being rapidly replaced by another, more welcome feeling of fulfillment. A soft, contented feeling filled her, and she moved timidly, experimentally, and gasped loudly, at the flicker of fire that raced along her nerves. Slowly, Luna rolled back upright, and started to rock on his lap.

Hermione slipped back behind Luna, straddling Harry’s legs as she pressed her breasts to Luna’s back, and started to nuzzle along her neck, and let her hands slip around slowly trailing up and down Luna’s sides. Luna groaned, and turned her head, kissing Hermione as the brunette began to lightly stroke the very tips of her fingers along Luna’s breasts, moving them in small circles as Harry let his hands cradle her hips, slowly rocking them back and forth, guiding her as she moved on him.

Luna’s lips left Hermione’s and she arched forward, and kissed him. She started to move faster, rolling back upright, Harry content to let her set the pace. A soft, keening sound murmured from her lips, as she sped up, feeling Harry moving up to meet her, moving both of the girls, at the same time. A rolling puddle of warmth started to build low in her belly as her perspective started to waver, slipping back and forth, dancing along two other bodies. Hermione whimpered softly, as she began to grind against Luna’s arse, and let her hands fall away from Luna’s breasts.

Her fingers slid down, one hand slowly ghosting down Luna’s front as the other echoed on her own front, sliding down to slide along her nether lips as her other hand began to move where Harry and Luna were joined. “Ohh, Merlin,” Hermione whispered, almost crying as she felt both Luna and Harry slipping closer to the edge.

Luna’s keening became louder as she rocked faster, moving against both Harry and Hermione’s fingers as they moved in counterpoint to each other, Come on, L…Luna, Harry whispered harshly, his thoughts strained, as his mind fought to keep his own release in check. Luna moved again, as lines of fire shot from her extremities, pooled there, and in a sudden rush, she screamed softly, crying out one or both of her lovers’ names, and collapsed against Harry, shuddering as she came undone.

A soft crash came from somewhere in the room, followed by an annoyed “Merow” and the scampering of padded feet. Hermione rolled off to the side, a faint glow visible in half-lidded eyes as she continued to work herself, languidly sliding her fingers in and out, moving her hips against her hand. She looked over as Luna recovered, and rocked against Harry, feeling him still hard within her. Luna stretched and kissed Harry, before reluctantly slipping off Harry, she nodded towards Hermione.

Harry rolled onto his stomach, and pushed up on his hands, crawling over to Hermione and lowering his head to hers, pressing his lips to hers. Her hands came up to tangle in his hair, holding him as he moved between her legs, nudging them apart with his knees. She moaned; arching up into him as he slipped home and slowly started to move.

Harry quickly sped up as Hermione rocked up against them, both of more than halfway there. F…fuck me, H…Harry, Hermione gasped as she crossed her ankles behind his hips and pulled him into her harder.

Sparkles of magic started to dance along the room as the pair rocked together faster. Hermione moaned quietly her head flopping to each side as Harry’s hand slipped down between them, rubbing slowly as he sped up even further, and her eyes slipped closed to almost slits, a faint spill of witchfire lighting her eyes and spilling onto the apples of her cheeks in the dim room. She cried out as she felt herself slipping away, the world swirling away as she felt herself begin to crest, she reached down, her fingers stroking along Harry’s belly and feeling his muscles begin to quiver, and felt him inside her very soul.

Harry moved again, and once more and she arched up against him, shaking as she convulsed around him, squeezing him. Harry lasted a bare, brief instant, and let go, feeling her mind in his, more so than it normally was, as their souls tangled fully together. He collapsed to her chest, panting, and slowly moved his head, nuzzling along her neck, even as her hands slipped up, trailing along his spine before running lightly in his hair.

She slowly opened her eyes, watching as her pale fingers slipped through his damp hair, and pulled his chin up, kissing him. She rolled her head over to the side, watching as Luna looked back at them from a few inches away. C’mere, Luna, Hermione whispered, the glow faded from her eyes to leave warm chocolate orbs. Harry slowly reached an arm over, pulling the small blonde into their side.

Hermione slowly reached up and over Harry’s head, pulling Luna’s lips to hers and sighed into the kiss. Luna pulled back, and looked up at Harry, grinning faintly as he kissed her forehead. When can we do that again? she asked brightly and Hermione laughed, and looked back up at Harry.

Give him a minute…he is a boy, love.

You would think that they could go again faster, Luna thought thoughtfully, after all I could go again. She suited actions to words, slipping closer to Harry and Hermione, if that were possible, and slowly rubbed along them like a cat, purring quietly in the back of her throat.

Oi…I’m right here, Harry groaned and both girls giggled softly. I’ve let myself in for it, haven’t I?

Yes, Hermione murmured, pulling Harry’s head down to her lips.

You have, Luna finished, pulling his head to the side, and kissing him deeply. Harry slowly rolled off Hermione, she moaned quietly at the loss, as he slowly worked his way between her and Luna to lie on his back. Both of them slowly crawled up to lie on their stomachs, half on him and half off, him. Hermione kissed Luna under Harry’s chin and pulled back to rest their foreheads against each others’. “Hermione,” Luna whispered quietly as they both felt Harry slip softly off to a light slumber, his presence fading slightly in the back of their thoughts. Hermione nodded slightly, careful not to disturb him. “Does he always fall asleep?”

“No, he’s normally good for a long time,” she said wistfully, “It’s been a long week. He takes so much on himself…he needs it,” Hermione reached down and intertwined her fingers with Luna’s on Harry’s belly. Hermione’s eyes flickered, and a light blanket lifted from the foot of the bed to drape over their bodies, covering both of them up to their shoulders. Luna, I…we…

I saw this… us, Hermione, Luna interrupted, I’d not have had the courage otherwise…

I’m glad you did, Hermione whispered, moving back forward an inch to rest her nose on Luna’s. I think I’ll kip off too. Hermione closed her eyes and snuggled up under Harry’s chin. Luna watched her for several moments, watching as Hermione’s breathing slowed, unconsciously matching Harry’s. Luna slowly squirmed down, until she could rest her head on Hermione’s chest and closed her eyes, slipping off as well.

More Kids for Looking glass

2007-02-21T02:11:47Z

A few more kids from LG, which is here: http://fanfiction.portkey.org/story/6766

Name: Harriet Molly Weasley

DOB: 3/15/1999

Parents: Ronald and Luna Weasley

Bondmate/Spouse: Sirius Potter

Hair: Red

Eyes: Grey

Telepathy/Thoughts : Light Orange

Familiar: Gaheris, white wolf

Wand: Purpleheart, Dodo (Diricawl) feather, 10.5 inches. (Very appropriate for her)

Patronus: Hippogriff

House: Gryffindor (Sixth Year in 2015)

Magical Class : Mage

Special Abilities/Equipment: Clairvoyant, not fully trained, Seer. Wielder of a custom, expandable wizards staff, 66 inches in expanded mode, phoenix feather core.

Misc: Spent first sixteen years of her life in alternate reality, where H/Hr/R/LL native to that universe all died defeating Voldemort, who also died during the duel. Alternate world fallen into anarchy, with Hogwarts only partially open.

Name: Abigail Annette Lupin

DOB: 2/17/2001

Parents: Remus and Nymphadora Lupin

Bondmate/Spouse/Sig Other: Elliot Longbottom

Hair: Black (natural though can be any color at will)

Eyes: Black (natural though can be any color at will)

Telepathy/Thoughts : NA at this time

Familiar: Bandit, a grey and black Kneazle.

Wand: Zebrawood, Metamorph Hair (Tonks’) 10.75 inches

Patronus: Panther

House: Gryffindor (Fourth Year in 2015)

Magical Class : Mage

Special Abilities/Equipment: At the very least, a wolfling, with increased speed, strength from her father. Possibly a full werewolf-Animagus, though with conscious control of her changes. Metamorphmagus.

Misc:

Name: Elliot Neville Longbottom

DOB: 7/25/1999

Parents: Neville and Parvati Longbottom

Bondmate/Spouse/Sig Other: Abigail Lupin

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Brown

Telepathy/Thoughts: NA at this time

Familiar:

Wand: Willow, Chimera Scale, 11 inches

Patronus: Lion

House: Gryffindor (Sixth Year in 2015)

Magical Class : Wizard-Warrior

Special Abilities/Equipment:

Misc:

Name: Rain Mai Kincaid

DOB: 8/2/1999

Parents: Malcolm and Dyani Kincaid

Bondmate/Spouse/Sig Other: Dating Justin Black

Hair: Black

Eyes: Blue

Telepathy/Thoughts : Dark Red (thoughts only at this time)

Familiar: Skree, a male American Bald Eagle. )

Wand: Redwood, 11.5 in, Sasquatch Fur core

Patronus: Condor

House: Gryffindor (Sixth Year in 2015)

Magical Class : Mage

Special Abilities/Equipment: Rain owns and trains with a custom sword made by her father, Malcolm Kincaid, who also made the Potter children’s blades to partially repay a debt of honor owed to Harry, by him. Malcolm was a British (Scottish) Auror who moved to the states after meeting Rain’s mother while on a trip in the Pacific Northwest. Rain is an Animagi, black panther, though through a Native American spirit quest ritual, not the more typical potions and such.

Misc: Mother is a Quileutes Shaman, and may have passed on significant healing abilities to her daughter.

You know you're a geek when....

2007-01-29T20:01:08Z

The bright point of your day is that you got a new calculator.

Otherwise it pretty much sucks. One of the toliets broke last night, had to go to Manards to get parts, for an enjoyable evening of toliet repair. Vista comes out at midnight and any other time I'd probably put it on one machine at least...but something would proably fuck up.

Work sucks, need more people, but that never seems to happen.

And I'm still single...

I should get back to work, so...yeah, lets do that.

Fanfic---Interlude--Part 1 NC17

2007-01-15T03:15:59Z

This is the first of a series of vignettes in a new Harry/Hermione/Luna centered universe. This is different from the Brain Trust universe, but it is, as that was, unabashedly NC-17. In this first one, Hermione and Luna find each other. Harry is there too, but he's mostly out of it.

Fic was beta'ed, as usual by ladybluestar

This is for adults only, so if you are a kiddy, don't click the cut

********************Grimmauld Place*************************

August 17, 1997.
10:20 pm

Hermione sighed and pulled her feet up under her bum as she sat on a dilapidated couch in the Library, and tossed the latest heavy tome she was pouring through on the other end of the seat, growling under her breath. She ran her fingers through her hair, before burying her face in her hands. She pulled her feet out from under her and brought her knees up in front of her as she wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her chin on her knees, her back to the arm of the couch.

She raised one finger in the air and flipped it in a circle, extinguishing all of the lights in the room except a softly blazing fire, lit only for atmosphere. She shivered slightly, and tightened her arms, even if the fire had been lit for warmth, it would not have brought her the feeling she needed. Not the feeling of warmth and security her soul needed. Unfortunately, she had denied herself that security, slipping Harry a Dreamless Sleep potion and bundling her utterly exhausted boyfriend off to bed. She looked up towards his bedroom, hers as well, now.

She smiled faintly, remembering back only the span of a few weeks to the night of his birthday. Her eyes darkened, as she remembered later that night, the darkness that had befallen her childhood home and the Burrow, destroying one, and cracking the soul of the other.

The house was oddly silent tonight, with Harry upstairs, even his thoughts indistinct in his drugged slumber and Ron and Luna, who had more or less come to live here, gone to the Burrow. Hermione and Harry had been invited too, of course, but neither really wanted to celebrate Ginny Weasley’s birthday, as the little bitch had nearly cost them their chance at happiness…and very possibly killed Albus Dumbledore in the process.

With the solitude, Hermione had settled down to do more research on the Horcruxes, but found quickly that the silence was oppressing, she had become too used to Harry sitting next to her, or her in his lap as they researched together, or Ron complaining and Luna talking about something that did not exist, and ignoring Ron, though Luna did, not truly surprisingly, seem to have a better grasp on priorities than the youngest son of the Weasley clan. Especially since she broke off her month-long relationship with Ron, which had followed Ron’s one-date one with Hermione.

Hermione reached up and brushed back her hair impatiently, as she looked out into the dark London night through the large, two-story window at one end of the Library. The lights of London sparkled on a rare, clear night, the fog of the Dementors incessant reproduction, for once, not in existence at all. Hermione’s head shot around towards the door as a familiar presence manifested just outside the door, a totally unique aura that had no comparison in her experience.

The Library door opened, and a slim blonde girl glided in. She was wearing a pristine white sundress, the hem falling halfway down her thigh and floating about as Luna walked towards Hermione on bare feet, carrying a sack in her left hand that clinked and clacked with sound of glass on glass. Hermione crooked an eyebrow as Luna sat down on the couch and faced her, crossing her legs in front of her as she set the sack down on the ground and leaned forward, reaching into the sack. She pulled out a pair of butterbeers, the full-strength versions, and handed one to Hermione. “What are you doing here, Luna?” Hermione asked, taking a sip of her beer.

Luna smiled vaguely and scooted a touch closer to Hermione, “I knew you were going to knock Harry out for the night and Ron is busy…he sent me back here. Or at least he thinks he did.”

“Got tired of watching him snog Lav-Lav too?” Hermione asked without a trace of heat, and Luna just nodded and popped off the cork to her bottle, tossing it over her shoulder into the corner where Crookshanks leapt off the table and sniffed it.

Luna sighed, and took a drink of her beer, as she ran her fingers along her necklace, then glanced down at a pendent of a Crumple-Horned Snorkack, or at least that was what the jeweler claimed it was, when Harry and Hermione had gone together to buy for her last birthday, in their brief instant of normalness last year before Ginny’s potions had taken back over. “I was stupid, Hermione,” Luna said softly, almost conversationally.

“I was too, Luna,” Hermione replied, frowning as she took a sip of her beer, she glanced up towards Harry’s room, “even with Ginny’s…help, running through my veins, I knew better. I love Ron, I really do, but in the end, I wouldn’t…couldn’t see myself with him,” Hermione cocked an eyebrow at Luna, “You either, for that matter, unless you are wanting to stay at home with a dozen or so sprogs?”

“You don’t want kids?” Luna asked, her voice slightly surprised, at least as much as it ever was.

Hermione shook her head forcefully, a brief look of panic slipping across her eyes, “Oh, God no, I…do…” her voice dropped to an almost conspiratorial whisper, “I was imagining what my and Harry’s sprogs would have looked like in fifth year…I am so going to feed Ginny to something nasty with teeth, how I could have ever…” she shook her head, “Its not that,” she smiled faintly, “It’s that I can be free with Harry…with…” Hermione gave her a slightly speculative look. She bit her lip and took a quick sip of her beer. She snorted to herself, as she took another sip, almost spraying beer over Luna’s face but holding it in, in time. “It is funny, though…that old fraud, Trelawney, predicted that Harry would have twelve kids and become Minister of Magic…I’d believe the Minister of Magic part, don’t tell Harry, though, he’d not believe you.”

“That would not have happened with Ginny,” Luna stated suddenly, and Hermione looked at her, “She told me once that she didn’t want any kids…too much trouble.”

Hermione nodded, “I’m not surprised, really, she really never has understood what it’s really about for Harry…for the chance to live…” Luna finished her beer and spread out on the couch, surprising Hermione somewhat as she rested her head on Hermione’s leg. Luna looked up at her; her grey eyes warm as they held Hermione’s for a long moment. “Comfortable?” Hermione asked quietly, her voice slightly tight.

“Yes,” Luna replied, “I am.” She closed her eyes for an instant, and took a deep breath. She opened them again and looked back up at Hermione, “It wasn’t very much fun at the party…Ginny kept asking where Harry was. I’d think she had a Warglesnort in her knickers if I didn’t know better.” Hermione snorted.

“You never know,” she managed after a bit, and leaned back against the couch, and watched the flames dance in the hearth. Luna just nodded, knowingly, agreeing with Hermione’s sentiment. The pair fell silent, content to be in each other’s company. Hermione grinned at the thought, she would have never thought that two years ago, nor how oddly, normal this scene seemed to her, To them, she added silently to her self as she watched Crookshanks and Greymalkin, Luna’s relatively new kneazle, slipping out of the room.

Hermione looked down at Luna’s head cradled in her lap, she slowly combed her fingers through the blonde’s long locks, holding Luna’s gaze with her own the entire time. She paused for an instant, freezing as Luna’s hand, which had been resting on Hermione’s thigh, right at the edge of the hem of her skirt, started to slip, slowly, probably unconsciously under it. Luna smiled very slightly, nervously, as she let the hand start again, crawling upwards along the outside of Hermione’s leg.

A long, interminable time passed as Hermione kept looking at the younger woman, staring fixedly into the luminous grey eyes that dominated her face. Luna slowly sat up and Hermione turned, resting her back against the back of the couch again as she drew her feet up under her bum, where they disappeared under her black summer skirt. Luna copied her, rising up on her knees and moving very close to Hermione.

The pair sat up, their chests almost touching, as eyes flicked down to lips that were nervously wetted, and back up to find the other looking back. “We probably shouldn’t do this,” Hermione breathed as Luna slowly bent forward, at exactly the same rate as Hermione herself. “This will change everything…”

Luna paused a bare inch or two from Hermione’s lips, “We don’t have to tell the boys.” Hermione grinned faintly and finished leaning forward. She sighed quietly as she tasted the quixotic Ravenclaw’s lips, along with the faint hint of butterbeer and cake that lingered. Hermione gasped silently, opening her mouth as Luna’s tongue ran along her lips, letting her in. The soft clash of tongues sliding along each other was different from Harry or Ron’s, uniquely Luna somehow through some intangible means she could not comprehend.

Luna lifted her hand, letting her fingers tangle in Hermione’s curls as she deepened the kiss and slowly felt herself falling over onto her back. Hermione’s hands came up as well, one hand slipping behind Luna’s head, with the other coming up, and caressing Luna’s breast through the thin fabric of her sundress. She broke the kiss a moment later, and her lips trailed down from her neck, nuzzling aside the open two or three top buttons of Luna’s dress to find bare skin.

Hermione moaned as she felt Luna’s hands slip down and push up her skirt, kneading the bare cheeks of her arse. Luna’s fingers slipped a touch higher, finding the side strap of Hermione’s thong and playing with it, twisting it as Hermione’s lips dropped a touch more, replacing her fingers and sucking on Luna’s nipple through the dress. Hermione continued to suckle as her fingers started to unbutton the several large buttons that held Luna’s dress together. After a moment, Hermione sat up, sitting astride Luna’s legs and unbuttoned the entire dress.

Slowly, as if unwrapping a present, Hermione folded the cloth back to reveal Luna. A soft, appreciative moan came from Hermione’s lips, as she beheld the younger girl, now only clothed in a very small pair of black knickers. Hermione bent forward again, kissing Luna and held her lips as the blonde reached down and grabbed the hem of Hermione’s t-shirt and pulled it off, snagging slightly on her thick head of hair. Luna tossed the shirt in the direction of the study table and reached down; untabbing the front closure of Hermione’s red lace bra and pushing it open and down her shoulders. Hermione shrugged out of the garment only a beat before Luna took her right nipple in her lips, sucking lightly.

Hermione moaned, loudly, and a distant corner of her mind wondered at the power of the potion she had drugged Harry with. She began to slowly massage Luna’s breasts, her hands speeding up as she felt Luna’s falling back down to her bum. They traced upward until the found the catch to her skirt and it fell loose, only to be tugged down by impatient hands, until Hermione reached down with one hand and pushed it all the way to her feet where she kicked it off.

Hermione rocked back upright, pulling Luna with her and kissed her again, her fingers winding into blonde locks. She gasped into Luna’s lips as she felt her breasts against hers, and shuddered. Hermione felt a warm fire settle in her belly as Luna’s tongue danced with hers, slipping around the other, wrapping and tangling in absent patterns. She pulled back and rested her forehead against Luna’s. Hermione took a breath as she felt her heart tighten as she realized something, some hint from what Luna had said earlier. From how the blonde’s eyes lingered on Harry as he walked into the room, and how, when she and Harry snogged in public, if Hermione looked up at just the right time, she could see those grey eyes looking across at her.

“Do you trust me, Luna?” Hermione whispered, looking into those grey eyes, watching as flickers of magic danced along the edges of irises.

“I l…trust you,” Luna replied quietly, seriously. Hermione smiled and stood from the couch, and pulled her up to her feet. Hermione interlaced her fingers with Luna’s and led her from the Library and up the stairs. They climbed up past the empty set of rooms where Ron’s suite of rooms was and on upward, climbing to the third floor. Luna half turned towards her room, the first on the left, next to Hermione’s now empty room as she shared one with Harry, but Hermione pulled her on. They walked down the hall, and stopped between two doors, one on the left leading to Hermione’s room, and the other, to Harry’s suite.

Hermione turned and kissed Luna again, “Then, follow me,” she murmured against Luna’s lips. She kept hold of Luna’s hand as she opened Harry’s door and slipped in, closing the door behind them.

An immediate white flash lit the walls as the permanent Silencing Charms reestablished themselves, and they slowly walked towards a large, four-poster bed set to one side of the large bedroom. The room was almost as big as the Library below, though this one was only a story tall. A floor to ceiling window dominated one wall, with a large, multi-story combination cathouse and owl perch set to one side of it, as if to give Harry and Hermione’s Familiars an easy look out of the window. A pair of enchanted red and gold lava lamps set on an large dresser across from the bed softly lit the room, exposing, dimly, a tattered red couch set in one corner facing an unlit grate. Overflowing bookshelves filled most of the remaining wall space, filled with Harry and Hermione’s books.

Hermione pulled Luna towards the bed slowly, and paused for a second, closing the open door of a dark wood armoire, the shining silver of steel glinted as she closed the door. The thousand-year-old Gryffindor and Ravenclaw swords along various other weapons at hand for the long fight.

They paused, looking down at the bed. The light from the lamps found Harry sleeping on one side of the bed. A light sheet was pulled up to his hips, baring a shirtless chest. Hermione bit her lower lip as she looked at him for a moment, and before sitting down on the bed. She crawled over to Harry, and hung over him, she started to lower her lips to his, and looked over to Luna, who was looking nervously to them. She looked as if she wanted to bolt, but Hermione held out a hand and tremulously Luna took it. “Harrrrryyyy,” Hermione called softly, verbally so Luna could hear, though as Luna looked at her knowingly, she wondered if that were really necessary. “Baby,” she went on and kissed Harry gently, smirking as her kiss woke him, the preset trigger for the built-in counter to the Sleeping Draught.

“Hmmm?” Harry groaned, and squinted at her through blood-shot emerald eyes. Her heart broke a little at waking him, but she knew he should know…especially as she might be deciding something for both of them.

In lieu of answering, Hermione pulled Luna into the bed and kissed her deeply. Harry squinted and fumbled for his glasses. He let out a soft whistle as the dim scene came into focus. I’m not dreaming, am I, Mione?

Hermione bent down and kissed him, letting her tongue slip into his mouth. Harry groaned as he tasted Hermione’s lips and on top of that, a slightly different taste, more a slightly different magical imprint than anything. No, you aren’t.

Harry groaned, and his eyes widened as Hermione moved to the side and Luna tentatively slipped in, slightly awkwardly pressing her lips to his. Harry looked to Hermione as Luna sat back up slowly, even his mental voice utterly exhausted as his eyes slowly fell back closed, If I pass out again…you both will still be here? Harry muttered and his eyes shot back open as he ‘heard’ a third voice.

Yes.

Hermione looked over to her, shocked, How long?

Luna just shrugged, and leaned forward, kissing her, and driving anything thought of just how long Luna had been hearing them too from her mind. The pair of them fell back onto the bed, their legs twisting together as Luna started to rock against Hermione, the thin, damp material of their knickers the only thing separating them from each other. Hermione smirked softly and rolled them both over, rolling on top and sitting up. She looked over at Harry to find that he had indeed slipped back off to sleep despite the situation. “We’ll make it up to him in the morning,” Luna said, reading her mind and watching as Hermione reached over and plucked Harry’s glasses from his face and tossed them over onto the bedside table.

“Yes, we will,” Hermione replied and kissed her again. Her lips slipped down after a moment, slowly tracing down Luna’s neck and down through the valley between her breasts. She let her ear listen to the rapid beat of Luna’s heart, almost like a hummingbird’s wing. Luna groaned as she tangled her fingers in Hermione’s bushy locks, and kept them there as Hermione moved her lips over, catching Luna’s nipple in her teeth and nibbling lightly, before teasing it with her tongue. Luna gasped shuddering slightly as Hermione shifted to the other breast, her fingers replacing her mouth on the first.

Hermione’s free hand continued to wander south, and paused, the tips of her fingers slipping just under the top edge of black lace. Hermione smiled, holding Luna’s gaze as her fingers slipped under the thin fabric and traced lightly along her folds. Luna gasped, arching up against Hermione, only to be held down by Hermione’s hand on her hip. She leaned forward, slipping her tongue between Luna’s lips as she slowly slipped a finger into her and started slipping it in and out. “Hermiooonee…” Luna whispered softly, and started to rock against Hermione’s hand.

Hermione smirked and slipped a second finger home, her thumb moving in soft circles, an inch or so above, as she started to move faster, moving her fingers just as would do herself.

Luna began to whimper and rock faster, slamming her hips against Hermione’s hand as she sped up her ministrations, sending slivers of fire straight to Luna’s core, building faster and faster until, with a sudden, soft scream, Luna arched up off the bed, almost tossing Hermione off her.

Hermione collapsed onto Luna, as she amazingly felt the same rush crash over her nerves, and felt her soul reaching forward, extending another hand she had not known it had. It wrapped around the bright, multi-colored aura, and she shuddered, shivering as she crashed and arched against Luna, gasping and panting.

The two girls slowly recovered, both wide-eyed, as Hermione felt Luna’s body in hers for a beat and vise-versa, along with the slow pulse of Harry’s heartbeat, though it had sped back up noticeably at the girls’ release. “Does that happen every time?” Luna murmured, and reached up to sweep a damp lock of hair behind Hermione’s ear.

“If you do it right, yeah…it helps to have the bond, I will admit,” Hermione smirked, and looked over at Harry, “He’s better though.” She slowly brought the fingers of her hand to Luna’s lips and growled noticeably as a small, pink tongue slipped out, cat-like and licked the tips clean.

Luna swallowed heavily, and looked over at Harry speculatively, “How long do you think it will until he’s awake?”

“A few hours…” Hermione looked down at a tented portion of the sheets, her eyes went blank for an instant…her breathing speeded back up instantly and her heart raced, she blinked and panted again, leaning on one hand, “his dreams are…entertaining though, at the moment.” She looked back to Luna and let her fingers fall on the blonde’s chest, and both of their eyes watched as they trailed slowly down her body, to rest just on the top of Luna’s knickers. Hermione hooked her fingers in them at the sides, and slowly started to pull them down and off. Luna lifted her bum, letting Hermione pull them off. “I expect that we can entertain each other until then.”

A/N: Next time, Harry gets into the act, and Ron finds out…

Still getting jacked.

2007-01-11T00:30:18Z

After getting HP and the Darkness Before the Dawn removed from Fanfiction.net, someone had stolen it and stuck it up without my permission, and claiming that it was their own work, I get several emails and reviews, telling me that the "Author" and a I use that only in the thieving, plagiarizing sense, has once again reposted the exact same fic, again, still even with the same title....

Oh...he changed the dates to match canon...I MEANT for them to be that time line. Jackass. If you are going to steal my shit, at least be competent about it. IT is funny though, the few reviews on that fic, are mostly people telling him he's a thief.

So far, I've put in 3-4 requests for FF net mods to pull it, but so far to no avail. And since I wrote the 2 sequels, including one-shots and chapters that have never been posted anywhere, I can prove its mine...

Anyway, that's my gripe.

Looking Glass---Kid's Bios

2007-01-05T00:57:31Z

Bios for four of the kids from Looking Glass, my Sequel to Harry Potter and the Circle's End, both are on Portkey, under Madscientist, these just happen to be the first four we meet.

The Kids for Looking Glass….

Click the cut to see them

Definitions:

Magical Class: Range from Muggle, Squib, Wizard, Mage, Archmage

CE= Harry Potter and the Circle’s End, Year 7 = 1998

Name: Sirius Ronald Potter

DOB: 4/8/2000

Parents: Harry and Hermione Potter

Bondmate/Spouse: Classified

Hair: Black

Eyes: Green, glasses

Telepathy/Thoughts : Dark Blue

Familiar: Natasha, Great Grey Owl

Wand: Rosewood, Vial of compressed Dragon Fire (Not the safest really, but a excellent energy projection/manipulation wand), 11 inches.

Patronus:

House: Gryffindor (Fifth Year in 2015)

Magical Class : ArchMage

Special Abilities/Equipment: Wielder of one of two matched custom katanas presented to Potter Children. Undergoing Animagus training, has usual speed, power, reflexes of Archmage class wizard, though not totally developed, approximately same power, with more training than Harry at the start of OoTP….

Misc: Chaser, Gryffindor

Name: Emilia Luna Potter

DOB: 5/23/1999

Parents: Harry and Hermione Potter

Bondmate/Spouse: Xander Lupin

Hair: Black

Eyes: Green

Telepathy/Thoughts : Sky Blue

Familiar: Hipper, a black Kneazle

Wand: Yew, Phoenix Feather Core, 11 inches

Patronus: Loup-Garou

House: Gryffindor (Sixth Year in 2015)

Magical Class : ArchMage

Special Abilities/Equipment: Wielder of one of two matched custom katanas presented to Potter Children. Known to have undergone Animagus training, has usual speed, power, reflexes of Archmage class wizard, though not totally developed, approximately same power, with slightly less training due to lack of urgency as Hermione at the start of CE….(note, this is where Hermione should have been at mid of HBP)

Misc: Seeker, Gryffindor

Name: Anastasia Lillian Granger

DOB: 5/23/1998

Parents: Roger and Jane Granger

Bondmate/Spouse/Sig Other: Nathan Black

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Blue

Telepathy/Thoughts : NA at this time…

Familiar: Athena, tan and white colored owl

Wand: English Oak, Dragon Tooth core (this core was harvested from the tooth given to the defenders at Hogwarts) 10 inches

Patronus:

House: Gryffindor (Seventh Year in 2015)

Magical Class : Mage-Archmage

Special Abilities/Equipment: Had most of the same training as Sirius/Emilia, possibly having undergone Animagus training.

Misc: Head Girl

Name: Xander James Lupin

DOB: 3/27/1999 (I can’t remember if this is correct?)

Parents: Remus and Nymphadora Lupin

Bondmate/Spouse/Sig Other: Emilia Potter

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Dark Hazel

Telepathy/Thoughts : Blue-Grey (dark slate blue)

Familiar: None, though Hipper is basically bonded to him as well.

Wand: Cocobolo, Dragon Heartstring, 13 inches

Patronus:

House: Gryffindor (Sixth Year in 2015)

Magical Class : Mage

Special Abilities/Equipment: At the very least, a wolfling, with increased speed, strength from his father. Possibly a full werewolf-Animagus, though with conscious control of his changes.

Misc: Gryffindor Keeper

FIC: The Brain Trust---Part 3

2007-01-04T01:53:25Z

This is part 3 of at least 3 parts, (I might add some more)

The Brain Trust---Part 3
Ships: Harry/Hermione/Luna (yep it's a three way), and Fred/Angelina/Alica/Katie/George (implied)
Rating: NC-17 (If you are a kiddy, don't click the cut.)
Chapter Summary: Anyway, here we go, Part 3 of the Brain trust, Here we see Ginny dispute Hermione and Luna's claims to the Chosen One.

The Brain Trust, Part 3

*7:25 am

A soft, buzzing tone sounded in the room several hours later and Harry blinked awake. He sputtered slightly, spitting hair out of his mouth and both Luna and Hermione groaned, squirming up higher against him and causing him to growl in the back of his throat as Luna’s bare leg brushed a certain part of his body that was greeting the morning much more happily than the rest of him.

Harry looked over at the alarm as it buzzed again, displaying, “Didn’t you get enough last night?” He sent it to shatter against the far wall with a thought and considered his dilemma. While he would gladly while away his years in this warm comfortable pile he found himself, especially with the bonus of two pairs of soft, bare breasts pressing against his chest on either side, and four legs tangled with his, he could do without the pair of feline Familiars that thought his legs were rather comfortable. And…he really needed to pee.

He sighed and his eyes flickered, vanishing from under them and reappearing standing next to the bed. Hermione whispered his name, and moved closer to Luna, tangling herself with the blonde. Luna snuggled her face into the hollow of Hermione’s throat and Hermione slowly opened her eyes, finding Harry’s and keeping them as she kissed the top of Luna’s head. He bent down over the bed, and kissed her sideways, “I need to talk to Remus, Hermione, I’ll see you two in a bit for breakfast?” he asked against her lips.

Yeah, she whispered back and kissed him, smacking her lips slightly at the taste of his morning breath, we’ll grab a shower and get down there as soon as I get lazy bones here up. She paused an moment as Harry stood up, but kept looking at her, even as he skinned into boxers and jeans. He fastened his wandbelt around his hips, buckling the strap of the drop-leg rig around his thigh. He whirled a balisong around his fingers in a quick test before slipping it in his back pocket and reached back to check the fit of another blade mounted on his belt in the small of his back. The simple days of having to carry just your wand were long gone, casualty of his war, just like the person who had taught them so well.

He waited another moment and asked a question with a look. Luna had a vision, Harry, last night when we were, she smirked very slightly, shagging.

Harry slipped on a shirt he grabbed from the floor next to the bed, and sat down softly on the very of edge of it, watching as Hermione continued to cup the back of Luna’s head as she held the still sleeping blonde to her breast, and her other hand trailed lightly up and down Luna’s spine. Hermione’s eyes flickered, lighting from within and a bare beat later Harry’s followed. He watched the vision Luna had shared with Hermione and his hands shook just barely as he reached out and stroked both of their faces with the tips of his fingers. Hermione purred softly under his attentions, the irises of her eyes shifting to cat like slits before she blinked it away, stopping the transformation, even Luna stirred a bit more. Harry and Hermione had quickly learned, after only a day or two of the three of them waking together, that the Ravenclaw was a very heavy sleeper.

That’s what’s at stake, huh? Harry whispered as the vision faded, and Hermione nodded. It’s a good thing that I’m marrying you two then, isn’t it? she grinned as he kissed her cheek, and bent his head slightly to kiss Luna’s ear.

We’ll see you in a bit, Hermione looked down at Luna with a slight leer, I may have to use…extreme measures to get her…up.

Harry rolled his eyes and vanished just as Hermione’s hand, which had been slipping up and down Luna’s back, slid under the blankets that had fallen to their waists sometime in the night.

“Do you and Tonks ever think about having kids,” Harry asked suddenly as he and the last of the original Marauders sat at the Gryffindor table, working slowly through breakfast. The seat next to Remus was empty; Tonks was just as much a morning person as Luna, and he had left her snoring with just a tuft of pink hair and a bare foot sticking out from under the covers.

Lupin looked over at Harry, at his de facto godson and crooked an eyebrow. He grinned slightly, showing a touch of fang; his baser instincts were at the forefront almost all the time these days. “Is there something I need to know, Harry…I know that we never had that talk…”

Harry laughed and punched Remus in the shoulder. He rubbed it as Harry rolled his eyes, “I wasn’t even hardly powered up, Moony,” Harry reached forward and grabbed a rasher of bacon from a platter and ate it slowly, before taking a sip of coffee. “Luna had a vision…of what,” his voice choked slightly, “what could be.”

Remus looked around the tables covertly, seeing a few other scattered Order members eating or slipping in and out of the room in search of breakfast, or grabbing something to settle their stomachs before slipping off to their quarters to grab a bit of sleep. Hogwarts was the one, safe, place for them to gather; even the Ministry was not safe, not these days. He saw Neville lean over and mutter something to Parvati; she in turn leaned up and whispered in Lavender’s ear, and the three of them left, moving quickly towards the exit. The stopped and Parvati jumped back as a small, furious shape pushed past. Parvati glared, her dark eyes narrowing to hard pinpoints as she tracked Ginny to a seat at the Ravenclaw table where she sat down in a visible huff and reached for a pitcher of Pumpkin Juice. Neville grabbed Parvati’s hand and pulled her along, Lavender followed and the pair left, walking out.

Lupin looked back towards Harry, at his slightly narrowed eyes, and the slow drum of his long fingers on the wooden table top, “What did she do this time, Harry?” Lupin asked, not wanting to get into the middle of this again, but forced somehow to do so anyway. Ever since Sirius’ death, and then Dumbledore’s, he had felt the need to become more and more Harry’s father in truth.

Harry took a sip of his coffee, and set it down on the table in front of him, cradling it with both hands. He looked deep into its depths, imaging he could see faces there, ones he had never seen, or at least not clearly, since he was one, of a man who was his Grandfather in all but blood, but that neither had realized it until too late. And of a friend, a brother, who had slipped away into that good night… he glanced back over his shoulder and caught Ginny staring at him. She looked away quickly as he thought over, briefly, how different things had looked just one year ago, in those sunlit days of happiness and willful blissful ignorance. “Oh, the usual, Remus…She jumped me in the hall last night, then tried to curse my w…Hermione in the back.”

Lupin ignored Harry’s unconscious slip of the tongue, it was not the first time he had almost called Hermione or Luna or both what Remus already considered them, his daughters-in-law…more or less. “Sounds like an interesting evening…Tonks and I just had a nice evening relaxing after she had spent ten days in the field.”

Harry started to respond, to ask him how it had gone, only polite since Harry had been the one to send Remus’ wife on that mission, when his senses, both animagus and Archmage felt two new life-forces appear in the hallway outside of the Great Hall. He looked towards the door, catching Remus’ nostrils flaring slightly as he too caught the scents of Hermione and Luna as they stepped in the door.

Remus glanced over at Harry, smirking slightly as he noticed their leader, even though he would never admit that he was, was utterly enamored with the two walking in. Lupin shook his head amusedly and looked to the girls. He frowned thoughtfully as he watched the pair move down the alley between the tables, hand-in-hand, moving purposefully and without a wasted movement. For just an instant, his eyes flashed back to the young third and second years he had first met a seeming lifetime ago. At the slim young woman that had just began to break out of her shell then, and of a small, blonde girl, who had hid, teased about her beliefs and her ‘insanity’.

That had all changed, now the pair moved down the room with an assurance and confidence that only a few vampiresses could match. Remus smirked faintly, catching sight of the patterns of colored beads on the end of the small braid that both Hermione and Luna wore in their hair in front of their ear. He wondered if Harry realized that both girls were already displaying to any that had studied the more esoteric traditions of the warrior covens in the Founders’ time, that both of them already considered themselves to be his wives. Hermione passed Ginny, not even glancing down at her as they both moved unerringly towards Harry, small, content smiles on their lips. Hermione in particular held Harry’s eyes almost hungrily, as if she had not seen him in days, other than the less than an hour it had actually been. Lupin knew Luna felt the same…she was just more, relaxed than Hermione.

Ginny glared at the back of Hermione’s head, fingering something just under the neck of her shirt. She slowly reached across, under the sleeve of her jumper and grabbed the hilt concealed there.

Luna yawned hugely, and glanced back as Hermione stopped and pulled a booted foot up onto an empty bench. She waved Luna on as she started to retie it, looking up towards Harry and Remus and smiling softly. Harry smiled back, a warm, happy puddle settling in his stomach at the sight, as flashes of a younger, much more carefree Hermione, her eyes bright and free of the pain that would come to fill a back corner of her eyes, filled his mind.

She finished tying her boot, and rolled upright, trailing her fingers along her legs as she watched Harry watching her. She laughed softly as he took sip of coffee, only to miss. Luna gave Remus a disproving look as she reached Harry and drew her wand, flicking it to clean him up. Hermione caught Harry’s eye as he looked back and mouthed, “Sorry.”

Hermione took a step, a soft, scraping sound whispered from behind her. The world seemed to slow as she spun, raising a hand as she turned….A shimmering orange hex whined off a small solid shield, and crashed in the far wall, just missing Colin’s barely awake head. Cassandra Heart repeated her actions from the night before, only this time dragging him down, out of the line of fire.

Hermione growled under her breath as she stared back at Ginny, the redhead’s wand still pointed at her. On the far wall, many, many small flying things with many wings fluttered about aimlessly. Flint-like brown eyes flicked back, catching Harry and Luna as the pair flowed to their feet. She gave a tiny shake of her head, as the huge room became absolutely quiet, the showdown that many had waited for since the day Harry, Hermione, Ron and Luna had stepped off the train, the other three visibly acting as a shield for Harry against the small fire-head. The day had peaked, as the four walked into the Great Hall, Ginny had caught up, and the sound of her hand striking Hermione’s cheek had echoed in the hall.

Hermione had stepped away that day, Harry had grabbed her arm and slowly pulled her away, murmuring in her ear, as Luna had stopped, glanced back at Ron, and returned the blow for her friend. Ginny had stared wide-eyed at the blonde as lucid, diamond-hard eyes narrowed. “Never do that again,” Luna had growled, as Ginny dabbed dazedly at a trickle of blood leaking from the corner of her mouth.

“Luna is not going to save you this time you…slag,” Ginny snapped lowly, fingering her wand. Hermione still had not drawn a weapon, even though she could feel the Ravenclaw sword calling to her from where it was sitting next to Harry’s, a half mile away in their chambers. She closed her fist, as magic sparkled along her fingertips.

Behind her, Harry took a breath and started forward, DA and Order members diving out of the way, as tables lifted out of his path and shot across to pile against the walls. Instincts from a half dozen sources, magical and mundane, ranging from the scared little boy desperate to defend his best friend, to the animagus seeing to a threat to his mate and urging him to end the threat, filled his head, pushing his magic out and sending those nearest him staggering. Emerald eyes lit with power, as he came up to stand at Hermione’s shoulder, Luna letting go of his arm, the only one that had been able to get close as he crossed the room, even Lupin had not dared to approach him. “She doesn’t need, Luna, Ginevra,” Harry said implacably, “she has me.”

Hermione half-turned at his words and shook her head slightly. She reached up, and ran the tips of her fingers along his cheek; I can fight my own battles, love. Harry nodded after a moment, and stepped back, watching Hermione as Luna took his hand and half led him aside, moving them to stand next to Remus and a suddenly-appeared, still sleep-tostled, Tonks, who had walked in just as the spell flew.

“We will not have this here,” McGonagall snapped, as she stood from her breakfast at the head table, fast enough to send Dumbledore’s golden throne scooting across the floor with a loud screech. “Miss Granger…Miss Weasley what is the meaning of this…”

“She stole Harry,” Ginny roared, “her and Luna, they must have him bespelled…

So that’s what you call it, a soft voice muttered wryly in Harry’s head. He almost laughed at his subconscious, the voice sounding just like Ron; the devil on his left shoulder that he still heard ever so often, usually the source of the banter that tradition demanded he exchange with Voldemort at any opportunity. The room grew silent, the pair of witches still glaring at each other across the space of twenty paces, as he raised a hand, cutting off McGonagall before she could go on. “This is no longer a school, ma,am,” he said sadly, his voice and inflection eerily like Dumbledore’s lamenting a particularly bad revelation.

He looked over towards the door as Fred, George, Angelina, Alicia and Katie slipped in, all five of them laughing, only to cut off abruptly at the scene in front of them. Harry sighed, the only Weasleys, still alive and not present were Bill, Arthur and Molly. Harry looked back to the center of the room. “Like it or not, the stakes are much higher now, and there are no convenient House Points to take or detentions to give,” Harry went on, his voice melancholy, “Miss Weasley, has chosen to systematically try to both, force a relationship on me that I do not want, and to cast aspersions on my wi…” he stopped as Hermione and Luna both looked at him. Hermione had her lower lip half in her teeth and Luna’s face held an odd, tiny smile. Harry took a breath, and looked to Remus. The lycan nodded, and Harry looked back to Hermione, as the DA, the Order and whatever Professor that had not run, like Slughorn who they later found spread over a field in Cantonberry, waited for Harry to complete his thought. “To cast aspersions on my wives, and to attack them both with words as with deeds.”

“They are not…” Ginny cried, looking to Hermione desperately, somehow hoping that Hermione would deny it, “they can’t be…Harry.”

Hermione for her part did not seem to know what to say, or think, or even to seemingly feel judging from the expressions flitting across her face. Joy traded places with disbelief, which swapped with a flash of anger at Ginny’s words, and a visible desire to run over and snog Harry senseless. “Harry, you don’t have to…” she said softly, though her voice carried in the oddly silent Great Hall.

“No, Hermione, I should have months ago…I figured out the beads a while back…it made me so happy I was afraid to screw it up…It was always my fear holding us back anyway…” He looked to Ginny, his eyes still glowing. Flickers of fire lit the irises of the other, seemingly, Potters. “I know we never had a pretty little wedding that you could have stood up at and interrupted when the Vicar asked if there were any objections, Ginevra,” Harry said lowly. He glanced over at Luna as she slipped to him, lacing the fingers of her right hand with his left, leaving him his wand hand free if need be, “and I am sorry for that, because they both deserve one…They never cast a spell on me, or gave me a potion,” the implication in that statement made several in the room, including the Headmistress visibly flash back a year, “they didn’t need to…they have my heart and soul… Because Hermione wishes it, I will not interfere. But after this, you are through here…no matter the outcome, you will leave Gryffindor Tower by nightfall…you may stay with your parents in the guest quarters but you are not going to remain in the quarters with the rest of the DA for your, whatever, to fester. You are hereby pulled from the active rolls of the DA and the Order, in my capacity as head for both.”

“That’s no…” Ginny sputtered, but Harry cut her off with a sharp wave.

“If I had any secure place to send you outside of these walls, you would be gone,” Harry retorted, his hands flexing. Luna let a small grimace cross her face as his hand tightened on hers, but she didn’t make a sound. “Just feel lucky that Hermione is the one you seemed destined to duel…Luna’s meaner…and you wouldn’t survive a duel with me right now,” Harry added darkly.

“Fine then,” Ginny hissed, “I hereby call for a Trial by Combat…If I win, she will give up her position as…Lady Potter...they both will.”

Several laughs slipped out from the crowd, the edges of the Great Hall filling even more with new bystanders as word spread throughout the castle of the impending confrontation. “You have to be mental,” Seamus said loudly enough for the entire hall to hear.

“No,” Harry said quickly, “she will not…”

“No, Harry,” Hermione said sadly, looking back towards him, then at Luna who smiled at her, and nodded. “If that is what you want, Ginny—but I warn you—I will not hold back.” She looked around the room and caught the twins’ gazes for an instant; they shrugged helplessly, before stepping back against the wall.

Ginny glanced back at them, and then glared at Hermione, her gaze icy beyond measure. “So you have tricked them as well, have you, Sister?” Ginny hissed before she slowly paced to Hermione.

“You lost the privilege of calling me that a long time ago, Ginevra,” Hermione said lowly, her fists balling at her sides. “I will ask you one last time, because I loved…love Ron still, take back your challenge,” Hermione said quietly as she stood only a few feet from Ginny, her voice pitched for only the two of them to hear.

“I’m going to kill you,” Ginny growled in response and Hermione sighed. “Little Mudblood bitch, trying to up her station…I know you bespelled him or something…”

“Like you tried,” Hermione retorted calmly, “you really don’t want to go this, back down, no one will…”

“Afraid of me, Granger?” Ginny snorted, “afraid I am going to kick your arse in front of Harry? It was what you always were afraid of, wasn’t it, not being good enough for him. You’re not, he deserves me, not you two, little Mudblood girl and her crazy lover…what’d you do, get together and plan to lure him…”

“Ginevra,” Hermione said with a small shake of her head, “you are an idiot… I have enough blood on my hands, don’t make me add yours.” She looked back towards Harry, and a conversation passed in a look, “Fine, then, give it your best shot.” Hermione turned her back, walking towards a spot several years away, her hand falling to the wand strapped to her thigh as she paced the requisite number of paces for a formal duel to start.
Ginny snarled under her breath and reached under her shirt, pulling out a black, spiked pentangle. She touched it, sneering slightly…and vanished. “HERMIONE!” Luna screamed, as Ginny appeared behind Hermione, still blurring slightly with the movement and fired a silver jet directly at Hermione’s head. Hermione dove forward, the jet charring a streak through her hair, and rolled, vanishing into nothingness.

Harry started forward, only to stop as Luna wrapped both arms around him, We can’t, Harry, we agreed to the duel…

Ginny’s cheating, Harry snapped back, she’s not that powerful…His words were underscored as the tiny witch slid to a stop in a swirl of robes, and shot a Reductor at least a class above what she should have been able to produce by herself. It splattered off a quickly raised shield, and Hermione crooked an eyebrow as she was forced to take a couple of steps back. Hermione vanished in place, and a soft crack of light filled a spot fifteen feet from where she had been as the Ravenclaw Sword appeared and vanished into nothingness just as fast.

Hermione appeared again, blocking several spells shot at her almost faster than the eye could see as Ginny’s wand flicked like a hummingbird’s wings. Hermione spun to the right, vanishing. Harry, she whispered as a small, gold medallion, slipped out from the neck of Ginny’s shirt. It was glowing and as she relaxed her vision, changing how she saw the world, faint white trails appeared in her sight leading from every magic user to Ginny. Do you see?

Yeah…he looked down at Luna as she let go of him and moved beside him, beyond Hermione sent a flock of winged yellow diamonds at Ginny, like a hurricane of miniature, guided missiles. Ginny screamed incoherently as her wand bucked constantly, sending out a steady stream of Reductors to shoot down her attackers that slowly were backing her away. I don’t think it’s cheating to make Ginny fight on her own, do you, Loves? Luna smiled darkly as Harry’s eyes lit and he spoke a single word in a dead language.

Ginny staggered and her rate of fire dropped to almost nothing as her parasitic taps off the others, in particular Harry, Luna and Hermione, cut off. Hermione flicked her wand hard and the birds vanished and Ginny snarled, shooting a Reductor at her, which the brunette adsorbed into the tip of her wand almost contemptuously.

Ginny snapped another Reductor, and a Severing Charm at Hermione, only to see them vanish just as quickly. Hermione blurred to the side and a blue beam hissed across the length of the Great Hall, knocking Ginny’s wand off into the watching crowd. Hermione vanished, reappearing next to Ginny, as her foot was already moving, inscribing a perfect arc…

Blood spurted as Ginny lifted off the ground, tumbling back to crash through one of the tables that had been pushed back. She moaned, rolling over, just in time to blearily see Hermione snatch the medallion from her neck and fling it back across the vast room where Harry snatched it from the air like a Snitch. He handed it to Luna without a word, she held it up critically to the light streaming in from the high windows as Hermione stepped to Ginny, her blood was streaming down her face from a busted lip and shattered nose, as Hermione placed the very toe of her boot in Ginny’s throat, just hard enough to make her breathing a tad difficult. “I have every right to kill you where you lie, bitch,” Hermione growled, “I have given you every chance to stop this shyte… next time I will separate your head from your pretty little neck.”

Hermione pushed off with her foot, and spun on her heel, walking back to Harry and Luna, with her gaze fixedly on them, not deviating to either side to see the speechless crowd, watching her. Harry reached out, folding her into his arms, protecting the sight of the tears filling her eyes from the curious onlookers, as she sobbed softly into his shoulder. She choked something unintelligible as Luna wrapped her arms around them both, and kissed the back of Hermione’s head.

Across the room, Ginny pushed her way back to her feet, and clawed behind her back for a second, backup wand. She shakily aimed it at Hermione and froze, as still as a statue as Harry looked up from Hermione, his arm outstretched towards the smallest Weasley, “Don’t,” he said, his voice fairly throbbing with barely restrained power. He snapped his fingers and the second wand burst into flames, Ginny yelped, released from the spell and jumped backwards.

“Just go, Ginevra,” Harry continued, stroking Hermione’s back as Luna dropped the talisman that Ginny had used to siphon off their powers to boost her own to the floor. Luna crushed it under her boot heel and a wave of light snapped out, rustling the girls’ hair for an instant before it died away. “Go before I forget who your brothers are.”

Ginny glared at them, spat out a wad of blood and stomped away the best she could limping and holding her side.

A/N: That's it..maybe, there is a touch more written in this universe, but the next H/Hr/LL will probably be in my Interlude Universe, that I actually like a touch better.

And if you hadn't read it, part 1 and 2 are here:

Links:

http://The Brain Trust Part 1 Rating NC-17

http://The Brain Trust Part 2 Rating NC-17

Merry Christmas to me...My fic got stolen on line

2006-12-26T00:28:26Z

Checked the reviews on LG tonight and one of the reviewers informed me that someone was posting HP and the Darkness Before the Dawn, word for word on Fanfiction.net...in fact they even had the same title. Which would have been alright, if they were indicating that I had written it, but there were no disclaimers at all, they even screwed up the formating from when they took it from PK or HPFF.com.

Reported it as plagiarism abuse to their mods, so we'll see...

Looking Glass has begun...Merlin help us all.

2006-12-24T17:31:13Z

Author: bladeandwand
Titles: Harry Potter: Beyong the Looking Glass (Prologue)

Characters: Most every named HP character and a whole lot of OCs.

Ships: Harry/Hermione and the others would be telling.

Genre: Drama/Action/Romance

Rating: NC-17

Summary: The Dark Lord is destroyed, but the cost was beyond measure. Harry and Hermione survived, but their hearts were shattered in the process. Now years later, they have recovered to an extent, and gone on. The war is over, but a new threat is arising, one that could destroy all they have accomplished in the interim. What you know to be fact, might just be illusion, and illusion, fact. A sequel to Harry Potter and the Circle’s End, Harry Potter and the Circle's End so go read that first…along with all the one shots and stuff that are related to it.
Links:

Click here, you know that you want to : Harry Potter: Beyong the Looking Glass Rating NC-17

Notes: Series is a nice long read on Portkey. All works were beta'ed by ladybluestar

4 days to Christmas.

2006-12-21T22:06:21Z

Another half hour till I get to go home...sigh...

On another note, baring unforeseen asteroid strikes on the continental US, there will be new ficage up at Portkey on Christmas Eve and Christmas, so look out.

Got my mass spec back together, and I'm only backlogged into the New Year, humorously, I'm only at work, unless I get called in over Christmas, tomorrow, then I'm gone until the 4th. Which I'm sure will be my usual, normal boring time off, where I get nothing done, meet no one new, and wallow in my aloneness. :-o    I do have a whole bunch of stuff to do around the house, install a hard drive, wire stuff, do laundry...but I'm sure that I'll do nothing really.

Anyway that's it, kinda tired now.

Ok, one more thing, Deadly Hallows....ummm, Godric Hollow, it's been deadly all right, perhaps on All Hallows Eve...

Edit, just found this and had to add it....http://www.ohgizmo.com/2006/10/08/man-invents-musical-condoms/

WTF...

Oh...Joy

2006-12-14T21:06:53Z

Got to work today, sometime before the sun managed to meander its way above the horizon, to find that one of my mass specs took a shitter and blew the vacuum system...10K later, I'm over budget for the month and I'm probably waiting until after Christmas for parts.

Sigh, Its not like I wanted to do anything today anyway. My to do list is only 3 pages long in Outlook, after all.

On another front, I really miss having a story running on PK (and yes, I know that Shadows is still running), so look for something(s)...soon. Also I'm currently deep into a Christmas one-shot for the HiH Christmas exchange, and it keeps going, and going, and going...There will be Christmas presents for my fans up there, that I promise, one way or another, and very possibly here.

On that note, once again, if there are any artists out there that have nothing better to do, Circle would dearly love some fan art....Please, pretty please....

I'm cautiously optimistic about Eargon, there have been a few panning reviews, but I'm hoping they are mostly from the crowd that only has a vague knowledge of the existence of books.

Anyway, I'm tired and I still have like an hour and a half, at least to go...

Idiots....

2006-11-11T20:29:14Z

Today, I'm not going to comment on Poltics , or Fanfic, or my normal issues, I just thought I'd share my day.

A bit ago, I'm at Wal-Mart, you know the evil monolith of capitalism...I go to stand in the self check out, which to me is rather trivial to use, and I get behind a couple of girls with a cart full of snack foods and beer. Now these two proceed to run everything through the machine, no big, the normal really, when after they have run the entire cart through, the one turns to the other and goes, you should go get your wallet out of the car.

Now I'm like WTF, one, obviously you kinda need money to buy things. Most people would think of that before hand, and then the other goes, "you need to get your ID..". So we then wait, for the like a half hour for this girl to get her wallet from the car, because she's obviously in no hurry to get her wallet from the car. And then after this girl gets her ID, and money...you would think that between the 2 of them they would have thought of this before they came in the store, we then get to wait for someone to approve the purchase, which is a tactical error that anyone who has ever been to Wal Mart before knows is a mistake to ever take anything that needs approval to the self checkout line.

To top that off, they were Wal Mart workers, one of them used their discount card.

Sigh...

Request for Fan Art

2006-10-29T00:54:29Z

This isn't really a post, but more a request, an supplication if you will. Basically I am really, really needing fanart for the Circle's end universe (the Lions one too, I guess). If there is anyone who would like to throw something together, there could be compensations of the literary kind, especially if you are a fan of my works.

So Hey, can anyone help me?

Found on Google==Harry Potter lego episode #6--funny

2006-10-13T23:49:41Z

Found this on Google video...it's humerous



"Harry Potter Lego Episode #6" on Google Video
Hermione displays her mad skillz in magic

Circle's End Song List

2006-10-04T18:47:51Z

It seems like it's a slow day, so just because, I thought I'd throw up the song list for my current little HP year 7 replacement fic Harry Potter and the Circle's End Rating NC-17

Anyway, these are just suggestions for listening to while reading, I'm sure that there are a few more out there...

Recommended Listening for Harry Potter and the Circle's End.

In no particular order...

Love Walks In - Van Halen
Dreams - Van Halen
Let Love In - Goo Goo Dolls
Immigrant Song - Led Zepplin
Duel of the Fates - John Williams
Hedwig's Theme - John Williams
Chasing Cars - Snow Patrol
Broken - Seether, fet. Amy Lee
Far Away - Nickelback
Saving Me -- Nickelback
When I See You Smile - Bad English
Do the Hippogriff - Weird Sisters*
Magic Works - Weird Sisters*
Falling in Love is Hard on the Knees - Aerosmith*
Here by Me - Three Doors Down
Sweet Sacrifice - Evanescence
The Long and Winding Road - The Beatles*
Fix You - Coldplay
The Reason - Hoobastank
Will I Ever Make it Home - Ingram Hill
Accidentally in Love - Counting Crows
Magic Carpet Ride - Steppenwolf
Stay with Me - The Faces
Dirty Little Secret - All-American Rejects

*Song was mentioned in text.

See Ya'll later