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Note to self: These will need to be broken out into individual posts for migration (and added to master list).

Adds: The queue is closed! I'll be working on these ASAP. :D

Using as an excuse the fact that I passed the 600-friends mark while on lock-down for Deathly Hallows, I'm calling for ficlet prompts related (or in opposition) to the new canon. By that I mean that you should feel free to ask for a canon-compliant ficlet, or one that contradicts canon. Highlight ahead to view a spoilery example of that last: Want to see Blaise Zabini kicking some arse during the battle for Hogwarts? Go ahead, ask! I just ask that your requests be related to Deathly Hallows because I have Hallows on the brain and couldn't possibly write anything else just now.

On the off chance that someone who hasn't completed the book stumbles across this post, I'm screening comments to it.

I'll take prompts (one prompt per person, please) until today at 6:00 p.m., EST, or until I receive 60 of them. I'll attempt to write your ficlets in a timely manner, but I make no promises about their length—or even their (mild spoiler ahead) "Thicknesse." *is ten*

Format for prompts:

[Character(s) or Pairing]: [Situation in or inspired by book (feel free to give a page number if you're using the U.S. edition)] and [a brief description of what you'd like to see done with it or to it]

And no, I shouldn't be awake right now, but you've all had a lot of interesting things to say!


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Jul. 25th, 2007 08:30 am (UTC)
I'd love to see some Grindelwald/Dumbledore, Dumbledore visits a defeated Grindelwald in his prison cell at Nurmengard.

Congrats to your 600 friends. :D
Jul. 25th, 2007 10:26 am (UTC)
Could Have Been (580 words)
Thank you! Here you go:


Without turning, Grindelwald asked, "Did you bring it? Do you have it?"

"Do you truly believe that I would have been allowed a wand? Here?"

Slowly, Grindelwald craned his neck to glare over his shoulder at Dumbledore. "Not afraid to face me without one, then?"


"Liar!" Grindelwald spat, throwing himself off the cot on which he'd been sitting. "Coward!" he shouted, hurling himself toward Dumbledore. "Thi—eeef!" he exclaimed furiously, his word drawn out in his surprise at discovering the cell's restraining enchantments, which had activated to hold him fast in the air.

"I'm fine," Dumbledore said, as the sounds of the guards' hurried footsteps stopped behind him. "Leave us, please. I was promised ten minutes' uninterrupted time."

The guards moved hastily away while the two wizards glared at one another. A minute's silence followed, during which Grindelwald was slowly released from his invisible bonds.

When he was once again on his feet, he declared, "You are a coward, a betraying coward of everything in which we believe!"

"But at least I'm not a murderer."

Grindelwald laughed. "Ah, so that is why you're here? You've won it from me, and you believe that means I'll absolve you? Fool."

"No, I'm not here for that," Dumbledore replied.

"Liar. 'Ten minutes' uninterrupted time'—time in which you wouldn't have been parted from it, not you, not even if you're ill-disposed to beg for my compliance—let me see it."


"Let. Me. See. It," Grindelwald demanded, circling around Dumbledore until he stood behind the other wizard. Whispering against the back of his neck, Grindelwald hissed, "I know you want me to see it, see it in your hands, see it in your hands and know that I can't touch it as once I did."

Dumbledore jerked away and strode forward, turning on Grindelwald and brandishing the Elder Wand with a shaking hand.

"Ah, yes. I knew you wouldn't be parted from it so soon, my friend, my own fool. How does it feel, Albus? How does it feel to hold such power but be impotent to wield it?"

"I should kill you for that."

"For that? For words? Not for her?"

Dumbledore's jaw set, and the trembling of his hand stopped. "You will not speak of her, even indirectly."

"And why won't I speak of dear broken Ariana?"

"You know why!"

"You want me to take the blame for her. That's why you're here."

"Tell . . . tell me what you did, tell me, and I'll let you . . . touch it."

Grindelwald's eyes fixed upon the wand in Dumbledore's hands for a long moment, and then he turned his back on the wizard. "Never.You shall not receive absolution from me. We are both of us murderers."

"Gellert. . . . Gellert, please."

"Get out. Don't return. Keep your useless stick. I . . . I don't want it anymore."


"GET OUT!" Grindelwald raged, turning on Dumbledore again, his arms outstretched, fingers reaching for Dumbledore's eyes—he barely missed them before the enchantment bound him again.

Dumbledore sheathed the wand just before the guards reappeared.

"With respect," one of them began to say.

"I'm leaving," Dumbledore replied. "Spare your courtesies."

"Oh, yes! Spare them. He has no use for them, not the great Albus Dumbledore!" Grindelwald taunted, as the man in question exited the cell. "It could have been you, Albus! It could have been you!"

"It wasn't," he whispered.

The cell bars clanged shut, reverberating in a deafening echo, but Grindelwald's words echoed louder still: "It could have been you!"
Re: Could Have Been (580 words) - svartalfur - Jul. 25th, 2007 10:50 am (UTC) - Expand
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Jul. 25th, 2007 09:15 am (UTC)
Some Tom Riddle (as manifested from the S locket)/Umbridge manipulative and dark smut. I'm figuring she had that locket for quite some time and he really would have worked her over. Make us feel sorry for her on some levels, disgusted on others.
Jul. 27th, 2007 09:15 am (UTC)
A "Purrfect" Reminder (482 words)
"Purr for me."

Dolores, down on all fours in her office at the Ministry, issued a raspy sound and leaned harder against Tom's legs.

The open locket dangling from its chain around her neck vibrated.

"Is that it? Tom asked, his hands stroking her hair a bit harder, almost pulling. "I'm disappointed. I thought we were friends."

"We . . . we are, but—"

"Then show me, Dolores. I want to see how much you value our friendship. Haven't I proved mine to you?"

"Oh, yes! But . . . but I'm—"

Tom's fingers tightened around a clump of Dolores' hair and pulled. "Purr."

Dolores loudy made the embarrassing noise that passed for her "purring." He was so pretty, her Tom, so powerful. She'd do anything he asked to learn his secrets, to have him—

"T-touch me? Urr, urr. Pet me, Tom? Rrrurrr, rrr. P-please?"

Tom laughed. "You've not been nearly as affectionate as I know you can be, Dolores. You don't deserve my touch. . . . Get the quill."

"Th-the quill?"

"You're not stupid. Or deaf."

Slowly, Dolores pushed herself up off the floor, only to freeze at the heat in Tom's voice as he spoke again.

"I didn't tell you to stand. The quill, Dolores."

"Yes, Tom."

Her knees hurt. They were still healing from the last time she'd . . . communed with her friend, but she could crawl. She would for him. She crawled to her desk and reached up to fumble about for one of her quills—one of his, actually; discipline was so important to Tom.

"I've . . . learned so much from you, Tom," Dolores said, as she grasped the quill and crawled back to kneel before him, her breasts jiggling as she began to breathe heavily in fea—anticipation.

"You know I like to see your face, Dolores."

She looked up at once.

"Good. Don't make me tell you again. Now then, I think you need a reminder."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"Power runs through your veins, Dolores, yet you allowed a Mudblood to speak sharply to you during your interrogation today."

"The Dementors dealt with him quickly enough."

"Oh, you are a disappointment."

Dolores cringed to hear the sadness in Tom's tone. "I'm so sorry. I should have kept order."

"Yes, you should have—but that's what lines are for, yes?"

Dolores swallowed, not looking down at her torso or her arms or her legs. Lines. Where? One only had so much skin.

"Across that lovely bosom, I think," Tom said, smiling kindly, "close to your heart. Yes, and your reminder is 'magic is might'. Will you need a mirror?"

"I . . . I can manage," Dolores replied, pressing the quill to her sagging flesh and smiling over gritted teeth as she stared at Tom.

"Oh, that won't do," he chided.

"B-but I'm looking at you. I don't need to look down to write lines anymore!"

"I know that, Dolores, and it pleases me—but I still want to hear you purr."
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Jul. 25th, 2007 10:27 am (UTC)
I know he wasn't featured in the book, but I'd love to see how Cormac McClaggan would fight in the final battle.
Aug. 3rd, 2007 12:49 pm (UTC)
A Giant among Men (Cormac McLaggen, Blaise Zabini, unnamed Slytherins; 420 words)
When Cormac McLaggen heard what was happening on Potterwatch, he didn't hesitate. Potter wasn't much of a Quidditch captain, but Cormac had decided that the prat had been right about He Who Must Not Be Named. "River's" rushed report had said there would soon be fighting at Hogwarts, and he wanted to be a part of it. He was just as much a Gryffindor as Potter was, and what Gryffindor would turn down an opportunity to kill Death Eaters?

Madam Edgecombe, for whom he was now working at the Ministry, had set him up with her daughter—any bint stupid enough to get herself marred by a curse needed all the help she could get, frankly, but she was good enough in bed—and Cormac had found an odd coin in Marietta's bedroom and kept it. It was that coin which had alerted him about the Hog's Head. Getting to the pub had been a bit dicey, but the owner had led him into Hogwarts readily enough. Once there, things happened quickly.

It was chaos in the corridors. Death Eaters were everywhere. His heart pounding with excitement, Cormac fell in with a group of Seventh Years—Slytherins, he thought in surprise—but that didn't matter much as he and the others started battling their way through the corridors towards the entrance of the school. He lost a small chunk of his left arm rushing into the fight on the grounds. It stung like bloody fuck, but there wasn't time to dwell on it—not with giant spiders coming his way.

Zabini howled at the group to keep well away from the damned things, and Cormac found himself heeding the younger bloke. Obviously, he wasn't afraid of the giant spiders, but Zabini was charging a group of Death Eaters, and they needed killing more. Copying the absolutely spiffing fire-throwing spell Zabini was using, Cormac sped ahead of him, determined not to allow a Slytherin to outshine him. A robed figure sent a jet of green light towards him; it missed, and Cormac whooped with satisfaction as his spell hit home.

Killing Death Eaters—what could be easier for a true Gryffindor? Cormac thought, heedless of the shouts behind him and the ground shaking beneath his feet. All his attention was focused on the fleeing Death Eaters, and he was proud to know they were fleeing from him. Turning, he saw the Slytherins running away, as well. It didn't surprise him. Gryffindor bravery was a special thing.

Tauntingly Cormac shouted, "Did you see that, Zab—"
Jul. 25th, 2007 11:29 am (UTC)
[Lucius]: [Lucius has had his wand broken] What happens when he goes to get a new one? And does it ~coughs~ have any sort of longlasting effect? ~nudge nudge, wink wink~

Oct. 8th, 2007 02:13 am (UTC)
I'm about to post your 3000-word "ficlet"; it went in a direction I didn't expect, and I hope you find it interesting—oh, and it's still Sunday here! :)
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Jul. 25th, 2007 11:50 am (UTC)
How about....Snape/Harry: Harry's in the pensieve, and Snape pulls him out?

Or something? I don't even know.
Oct. 9th, 2007 08:36 am (UTC)
Here you go!
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Jul. 25th, 2007 12:25 pm (UTC)
Snape and Lily as kids, before Hogwarts, please!
Oct. 24th, 2007 12:31 am (UTC)
Jul. 25th, 2007 01:04 pm (UTC)
600 friends
Congrats on 600 friends!

Harry/Severus, of course. I'd love to see a heartbroken Harry as he suddenly realizes why no portrait of Snape has appeared in the Headmaster's office. He knows what he has to do...
Mar. 10th, 2008 08:57 pm (UTC)
Re: 600 friends
Here you go!
Jul. 25th, 2007 01:32 pm (UTC)
Oooh, such a wealth of good ideas...hard to pick just one.

Erm. Write the letter that Petunia, as a child, wrote to Dumbledore when Lily and Severus left for Hogwarts and write his response to her.
Dec. 9th, 2007 05:20 pm (UTC)
Jul. 25th, 2007 01:50 pm (UTC)
I hate to push my ship on anyone, but Angelina/Montague, featuring him choosing to go and fight with her at Hogwarts. Pretty please :)
Nov. 9th, 2007 05:14 am (UTC)
My Montague might not be yours, but here you go!
Jul. 25th, 2007 02:09 pm (UTC)
(Severus, Harry, Lily): Severus's pensieved memories: tweek them a little, Severus actually seceded with Lily at one point, and it casts doubt in Severus mind about the parentage of Harry
Mar. 10th, 2008 09:59 pm (UTC)
Here you go!
Jul. 25th, 2007 02:33 pm (UTC)
Teenage!Grindelwald/Dumbledore. Dumbledore really likes Dumbledore, but feeles something is off.
Mar. 10th, 2008 10:00 pm (UTC)
Here you go!
Jul. 25th, 2007 03:22 pm (UTC)
The Wandmaker's Apprentice(s)?

Dec. 20th, 2007 08:31 pm (UTC)
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Jul. 25th, 2007 03:46 pm (UTC)
[Snarry]: [Snape's death scene] and [What really happened or How Harry Potter and Severus Snape outsmarted the entire WW and lived to tell about it.]
Mar. 10th, 2008 08:59 pm (UTC)
Here you go!
Jul. 25th, 2007 05:19 pm (UTC)
Severus. Harry. What does Harry do to/for Severus after the battle once the pensive memories have sunk in (other than name his second son after him)? Has Severus stoppered death? If he is dead, is he honored? etc.

Jan. 18th, 2008 07:01 am (UTC)
Your drabble, at long last—it went in an odd direction, which I hope you don't mind. :)
Jul. 25th, 2007 06:55 pm (UTC)
Is it too late now? I think it's worth a try, anyway :) I would like something what will be the most written cliche soon but I just longing for it. Snarry - ignoring that blasted Epilogue. A clever use of the Resurrection Stone. Should be a way to call back the real Sev not just a ghost of him... Harry is too stubborn to give him up (and we too :D) Thanks for your generous offer.
Nov. 22nd, 2007 12:37 am (UTC)
Here you go!
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