Hi everyone. Ok. I have new fanfics, which I thought I would post here as I am proud of them.
Firstly, I have a novel length (at least it's getting there) called Unfulfilled Prophecy. It's an Alternate Universe for if Sirius had been Secret Keeper. I'm getting good feedback so far.
Linky clickerSummery:
One moment in time, one choice in life, can change the future and the very world you live in. In a sudden attack of conscience, Sirius Black thinks about handing over the duty of Secret Keeper to his friend, he is the less obvious choice after all. But that’s all it is. An attack of nerves. No. He’s the best person to shoulder this responsibility. Let everyone else deal with Voldemort. All that matters is that the Potters are safe. Harry is safe.
The Second one is a preview, for a story that will be posted as soon as the validation has come through for the last chapter of the first one. (I will post the link as soon as I have it. But I thought I'd do a "Next Week on Michele's Fanfiction")
A Proper Send Off
Summery:
‘No – no – no!’ someone was shouting. ‘No! Fred! No!’
And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them, and Fred’s eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face.
Preview:
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The ceremony was beautiful. A clear blue day and the number of people that attended was staggering. So much so that at one point, a number of the Hogwarts Professors were stationed at the entrances, making sure that people knew whose funeral they were attending to make sure there were no mistakes. There had been so many funerals over the weeks that followed the Battle of Howarts that the new cemetery, set up on the border of the grounds of Hogwarts, had not been empty of people except at night time.
The sun shone weakly over the proceedings. People crowded, squashed together in grief at the grave site, the family at the front, all in black, and all in various stages of grief.
Mrs Weasley sobbed openly, chokes of breath between her cries carrying loudly over the voice of the Minister. By her side; Mr Weasley let his pain spill silently. Tears rushing down his cheeks in rivers and his arm shaking where it wrapped around his wife’s shoulders. Next to Mrs Weasley, Fleur wrapped both arms around her husband’s shoulders as a few tears slid silently over her perfect face, letting Bill shake and cry and not thinking any less of him for it.
Charlie and Percy stood behind their parents stubbornly wiping away tears from their cheeks and eyes every minute or so. On his father’s left hand side, Ron sat with his girlfriend Hermione. His tears poured silently, like his father, and she gripped his hand in both of hers, whispering words of love and comfort in his ear. Ginny, the youngest, had given up her seat to let her great Aunt Muriel have a chair, and sat in Harry Potter’s lap, her head pressed into his shoulder, her tears slowly soaking through his black robes.
Behind Harry and Ginny, George stood. No tears, no shortness of breath, no anything. He stared into the distance over the heads of the other guests, his eyes blank, mouth dry. About half way through the ceremony, Percy had leant towards George and asked him in hoarse whisper if he was ok. George had not looked at his brother, but nodded mutely.
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