This is intended to be an all-inclusive list of every fanfic I've written for the HP Fandom. With luck, I will find links to all the places my stories are archived....with a lot of luck. I fear there have been some places archiving my stories with neither my knowledge nor my permission (not that I mind, as long as my name is attached to it). If you're still active in the fandom, and you know of anywhere else that one of these stories is archived, please let me know. Thanks!

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( MASTER LIST )

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So, I just got an inbox message indicating that I've been nominated as part of the contest going on over on sortofbeautiful, a community at which I've spent almost no time lately.

They have three catagories of stories, and they're voting on 'best of' in each: one-shots, lemons and characterization (of Jake, of course). So, I've been nominated for.....( go on guess )

Today, macbeaner pointed out this blog post to me. It's by a published author named Alisa. I left a comment in response to it, but it warned me that the owner of the blog gets to screen comments, so:

( My Response to Alicia's Blog )

EDIT: Looks like she's taken down her blog post. A shame, since I didn't get to see what she responded to my comment, though I understand from several people that she DID at least let my comment through the queue. If anyone remembers what she said, let me know?

EDIT 2: NO! I'm wrong. She didn't take it down. It got moved. It appears to be here:
http://alisavaldesrodriguez.blogspot.com/search?updated-max=2008-08-08T15%3A18%3A00-07%3A00
But you have to scroll down.

After much waffling on my part, I have finally removed myself from the FaceBook scene. I have left my account in the hands of GT and Tristan who will continue to use it to play FFS and KH, respectively. I no longer have the password to it, and do not want access at this time. Perhaps in a month or two, I'll feel up to getting on there again.

I've done this for several reasons, which I alluded to vaguely in my FFS profile. The game was eating up too much of my time, and a few of the players were draining too much of my emotional energy.

With the time I have freed up, I am re-reading the Twilight series (I just started New Moon for the sixth time), because I want to finish some stories before Breaking Dawn is released. I expect I'll also be less anxious to get out of the gym in the evenings, so my workouts should improve. Maybe I'll even tan on the weekends instead of sitting in front of my computer buying pets! The possibilities are endless, truly. ;)

Mostly, though, I'm going to try to start posting some stories again. I know that's what all you Twilight types are waiting for. So, thanks for being patient with me (those of you who are still here), and hopefully I'll have something to reward you with soon. ♥

( 38 Special )

Cool writer interview! (ZOMBIES again!) Lol!

EDIT: ALL THE DRABBLES ARE NOW COMPLETE! 38, IN ALL. THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO TOOK THE TIME TO PLAY!

o, here's the thing: In spite of my firm belief that I need to get over my damned self and just DEAL with losing all those reviews on The Road Not Taken, I still think about it way more than is healthy.

So, as a favor to me and to improve my mental health, I would love it if each of you went to my story and left me a review. You don't even have to say much. And if you hate the story, go ahead and tell me so. I won't be offended. I won't even be offended if you don't READ the story, and just leave me something anyway. (Although, really, it isn't a bad story, and you might could give it a try. Lol!)

As incentive, I offer you drabbles. Harry Potter or Twilight [or LOTR, SOIAF, LOST, 24, or House - if you must]. Literally, this means that if you leave me a review on that story, and comment below, I will write you a drabble. If you leave me a review for every chapter of that story and comment below, I will write you a drabble for each review. (I know, I'm a sad girl. I can even write you a drabble about that, if you'd like.)

This is a limited time offer. I'll edit this post when the limit is up, but I suspect it will last through the first 100 drabbles. After that, I'll probably get burned out. Drabbles will be posted separately.

Edit: Drabbles owed to ...
machshefa (1)
thisistony (3)
mistresselektra (7)
vnfan (2)
natatree (1)
silly_bella (7)
london_calling9 (1)
reddawn07 (7)
vulnerable_girl (1)
aiwendil1 (7)
nyaza (1)
Total commitment: 38
Total completed: 38

If you reviewed and aren't listed, it's because you didn't comment here, and I don't know if your LJ name matches up and/or what your name is here. So, please leave a comment to this post, and while you're at it, let me know what sort of drabble you'd like. I could use a break from writing the M/B monstrosity (which I think I've finally named....)

Thank you so much, everyone. :) It really made my night to come home to 11 21 new reviews for that story, where before I'd only been getting one every other day or so!


And now, without further ado: The Bribe Drabble Daisy Chain!

Poll #1102697 Concerning Watercolor Memories
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 9

So, when should I post the epilogue that explains the story?

PS. I think I just fell in love with a comic book character. I was holding off, waiting to see if he'd show up again - he made such a brief appearance before. But, there he was, in my morning comic. I'm SUCH a geek.

He didn’t really leave me here alone. That wasn’t an excuse to leave me here alone. Luna continued to chat with Professor Trelawney, and the older witch clearly had no idea of her student’s inner turmoil. Even if he did, we just came as friends. Just as friends. It had always helped, before, to remind herself not to expect anything from anyone. So often she’d been let down. Nevertheless, when Harry finally reappeared, looking pensive until he spotted her, then shooting her a smile and steering her away from the Divination Professor, something in her well-guarded heart melted just slightly.

Take this to Hagrid, he says. Does he warn me? No. Does he mention that there might be a dangerous preying beast on the grounds? No.

Hedwig blinked out from the window in Hagrid’s hut, watching the proud Hippogriff tethered nearby as he paced.

Buckbeak, meanwhile, was looking towards the hut with apprehension. Such a pretty owl. He hoped he hadn’t hurt her. But he’d been snapping his beak at the dragonflies, and hadn’t seen her. The white tail feathers on the ground made him feel supremely guilty. When the owl came out, he resolved to be nicer to her.

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Hagrid opened the window for Hedwig to return to Harry, having already attached his note. She didn’t budge, but instead blinked up at him before fluttering to his shoulder. Grumbling, he closed the window.

Instead, he stepped outside, Fang trailing after. “Wastsa matta, girl?” he coaxed. They weren’t facing Buckbeak, but Hedwig’s eyes were trained on him anyway.

Seeing his opportunity, Buckbeak did his best to smile. After all, Hedwig was a familiar, and used to human expressions. He felt more than a little slighted when she ruffled her feathers indignantly and shot off towards the castle at high speed.

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He threatened me! What a horrid creature!

Hedwig kept glancing over her shoulder as she made her way towards the Great Hall to deliver Harry’s letter, but the monstrous beast hadn’t followed her. When she finally landed in the warm hall, next to a plate of toast, she shivered, remembering the way he had clicked his beak at her. She tried to remember if he had also hissed.

“Alright, girl?” Harry asked, scratching her behind the ear absentmindedly as he read Hagrid’s note. She shook her head, but he wasn’t looking. Troubled, she left for her roost atop his dresser.

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Months passed. Hedwig carried Hagrid’s tear splotched letter to Harry, and comprehended what it said. At first, she felt vindicated. But soon, as a magical creature herself, she began to feel twinges of worry.

Long before sundown, she decided. She flew from Gryffindor tower with more than a little trepidation. Her powerful wings soon brought her to the pumpkin patch behind Hagrid’s hut, where Buckbeak was tethered.

She landed first on the fence. After a time, she hopped to a bent pumpkin stem, quite near to the morose Hippogriff. He looked up at her solemnly, and she looked back, unblinking.

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Long moments passed as the two magical creatures looked at one another. Then Buckbeak hung his head. Hedwig hooted softly, and fluttered down to the ground. She sat by his head silently until the whispers of Harry and his friends startled them both. Then she took off, flying back to Gryffindor tower.

Buckbeak watched her go, confused as to how he’d managed to make friends with such a prickly bird, but thankful for her company. It was the most comfort anyone had offered him, except for Hagrid.

Hedwig heard the thud of the axe from her place on the windowsill.

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It was hours later, and Harry still had not returned. Hedwig fidgeted on her perch above his dresser. Finally, in the dead of night, she heard a familiar - and to her ears sinister - sound coming from the window. She fluttered to the sill and blinked into the dark night.

The thumping was deafening as Buckbeak appeared outside the window, carrying a man Hedwig had never seen before. He looked confused as the Hippogriff held their altitude with difficulty. Hedwig blinked and cocked her head, surprised. Then Buckbeak beat his wings harder. They were gone: alive, and flying toward the moon.

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FIN

“You sound like my mother, and I JUST finished telling her how respectful the bank is of my individuality.” Bill Weasley was supremely frustrated. There was little chance he would consent, but he didn’t relish looking for another job, either.

“Gringott, VII would like for you to cut your hair, so that is what you will do,” the goblin replied dispassionately.

“Or you’ll find someone else who can get passed the mummies on the sixth level of Pyramid 739?” Bill suppressed a smirk. The pause told him he’d won long before the goblin answered.

“Perhaps an arrangement can be reached.”

“Not what you imagined?”

Broken. He still sounded broken, and this was such a small thing. She could give him this, at least. “It’s perfect.” Her voice and smile were warm. He believed. His hand grasped hers, pulling her toward the home he’d purchased for them.

Ron would have wanted – needed her input. Harry only needed her maturity, her stability. This, too, she could give him.

He showed her the house, and she noticed when they passed a bedroom by, unseen. The third bedroom. She couldn’t give him Ron back. No more than he could give Ron back to her.

She had always been faster than he was, even when they were children. Dammit, he thought, realizing his shield wasn’t going to be up in time. He grinned anyway, mostly because he knew it wasn’t a lethal spell. Why she was toying with him, he wasn’t sure. He suspected she was going easy on him because they were family. She hadn’t extended the same courtesy to Tonks.

His smile wavered briefly as the spell hit him, but he held it in place. He wanted to still be smiling when he got up to face her again. He wanted to be -

Godric’s Hollow looked like a tornado had been through. Hermione reflected briefly that that’s exactly what the Muggles would be told, then dragged her protesting body from the ground. It was almost dawn.

She looked toward where she thought the Potters' house should be, and saw someone pulling something heavy out of the rubble. She hobbled towards them as the crack of Apparation began to sound around her. Aurors were finally arriving. Ron’s hair was dull gray in the predawn light as she helped Harry pull him to safety, all three of them gasping with the effort. It was over.

“Is it really so hard for you to believe, Granger? I didn’t manage to kill the Headmaster, did I?” he might have gone on, but she cut him off.

“Not for lack of trying,” Hermione said spitefully, wand still raised. “But if you’ve got something useful to contribute, say so now, before Harry gets here.”

Draco Malfoy, looking distinctly ruffled and underfed, hesitated, his eyes on her wand. It was too soon to tell her that Snape had sent him. Instead, he steeled himself and gave her something useful.

“Regulus Atilius Black,” he whispered, thankful the darkness hid his grimace.

“Sod off, Zabini!” Cedric Diggory was a fair bit taller and broader than the antagonistic Slytherin. Blaise threw him a nasty look over his shoulder, but retreated, leaving Cedric alone in the corridor with Luna Lovegood. He suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

“Thank you. You’re very brave, aren’t you?” Luna said, smiling brightly.

“Braver than him, I suppose,” Cedric replied doubtfully. The dragon had not made him feel brave, and he was still recovering. Something in his tone dimmed her smile, and he watched her eyes glaze again.

Luna had learned early that even the bravest didn’t always make good friends.

It wasn’t much of a beginning. “Say it, then,” Hermione snapped, impatient.

Snape’s eyes glittered black with starlight. “Dumbledore prearranged his death at my hands.” There was silence. “I can help you find the Horcruxes.”

She continued to scowl. “He should have told Harry he was dying.”

Snape lowered his head in acquiescence, but responded, “Potter’s mind is not secure.” To this, she had no rebuttal.

“Write to me, and I’ll pass the information on,” Hermione said, finally, in a voice like steel.

“That was the idea,” Snape replied dryly. It wasn’t much of a beginning, but it would serve.

She watched him, unconsciously fidgeting with a radish earring, making it dangle violently back and forth. For the first time, DADA seemed both interesting and informative. She still missed Dumbledore’s Army, but at least she was learning.

“Miss Lovegood, unless your jewelry is a Lethifold in disguise, you will stop tormenting it and pay attention to the lesson, NOW,” Professor Snape snapped suddenly. He wondered again what had got into the odd Ravenclaw this term. Life was too hectic for him to dwell on it now, but he promised himself he’d look into it just as soon as life allowed.