The Potter Sue of the Day

pottersues @ 2008-07-07T00:35:00

2008-07-07T04:33:24Z

TITLE: The Sly Slytherin, Who Fell In Love With A Bird
PERPETRATOR: Fantasy Fire
SUE-O-METER: (toxic) It should be rated OMGWTFBBQ!

FULL NAME: Amortentia Snape
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "long, black"
EYES: "violet. A ddep and royal purple".
MARKINGS: "Porcealin skin, almost marble lookinf. As if she were simply a living statue." She has a "tired look".
POSSESSIONS: A television and a nightgown.

ORIGIN: Voldemort almost catches Harry in Diagon Alley when he is distracted by Snape's beautiful teenage daughter.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She falls in love with Voldemort, "but will it last"? Snape isn't too pleased.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She can see through Disillusionment Charms. She was tortured, but mysteriously killed the boy who did it. She doesn't remember doing so.

NOTES: This is amazingly creepy, and strange. Here is Voldemort's train of thought when he first sees her: "I'm standing here in Diagon Alley, invisible with a Disillusioment Charm. No one knows I'm here except Bellatrix and Lucius who are on either side of me. I see Potter and the blood under my skin boils. How I wish to get rid of him here right now. If only life were that easy. Potters out of sight now, but I do see Snape, coming out of the Apoctheary. He is unaware of my presence. Normally I let him know if I'm taking an excrusion into Diagon Alley, but this time I did not. I do so, simply to see if he acts diffrently when he thinks my eyes are not on him. So far he's doing the same but who is that with him? A young girl? Who is that? She has long, black hair, an a tired look about her, possibly fifteen or fourteen years old, Porcealin skin, almost marble lookinf. As if she were simply a living statue. What catches my attention is her eyes. There violet. A ddep and royal purple. They are... Captivating, for lack of a better word. Lucius and Bellatrix seem to notice Snape and the girl as well." How is this normal and not creepy?

Also, it is not a troll, that's why I didn't rate it "troll". Just felt like saying that now, before all of the "troll" comments start coming in. Yes, something can be complete crap without being a troll.

SAMPLE:

Amortentia's POV

I can't sleep. It's one in the morning and I can't sleep. I want to go see him again. Theres something about him that I like. Something that draws me too him. I tried toto picture his face right now. Slits for eyes, no nose, strange clored skine. I liked all of it. I can't stop thinking about him. I need to see him again. Now.

I got up and went over to my window. Normally I would go out the front door, but I didn't want to wake Father. I pryed the window open and sat on the window sill. I took a deep breath, then I jumped off the window sill.

Surprisingly I landed on my feet but I stumbled and lost my footing.

I started to go somewhere where my father wouldn't hear me Disapparate. Once I reached a dark enough space that was far enough from my house, I Apparated.

I tried to land myself in the Front Yard but I ended up right in his room. He looked slightly alarmed.

"Uh... Yeah. I meant to come in through the front door." I said.

He smiled and I couldn't help but smile as well.

"You're welcome here anytime." He told me.

"Why have you returned?" He asked me.

"I don't know. I think I'm just asking for trouble. My dad chewed me out pretty bad earlier. He'll be keeping an extra close eye on me now." I told him, which was the truth. Well most of it.

"What does he think you're doing?" He asked.

"He probably thinks I'm sneaking out to go to a keg party or something along those lines." I told him.

"Have you ever been to a Keg Party?" He asked slightly amused.

"Parties aren't really my style. Subtle meetings like this, without booze, screaming idiots and drunk idiots, is far more my style." I said smiling.

We were quiet for a few minutes when he asked me the question, I didn't want to answer.

"What was the rest of the reason you came? It can be just because you're looking for trouble?" He asked me.

"Honestly?" I asked, for some encourgement not to lie.

"Yes, honestly." He told me.

I sighed. "I couldn't stop thinking about you." I said very quietly.

He looked surprised. I tore my eyes from him as I felt my face heat up. I looked at the ground, for lack of better options. Much to my surprise he had gotten up and crossed the room. He towered above me. I just noticed that had to be at least a foot taller thatme. He tilted up my chin with his hand and looked down at me.

"I couldn't stp thinking about you either." He said quietly.

Everything sort of just came crashing down on me. I think my senses were all in a fix. I don't know what it was. His soft hands on my face, his intoxicating smell, or his perfectly imperfect face. All I know that it was more that I caould take and I crashed to the floor.

Voldemort's POV

She fainted. She's lying on the floor in my room now. I'm next to her. She'll wake up in a few minutes. I can't believe that ruined moments. It was perfect. Me, touching her face, her, trying to conceal herself froom me. Ah, look she's awake now.

She sat up and looked at the room, trying to remember what happened.

"You fainted." I said.

"Oh. Sorry. How long have I been out?" She asks me.

"About three and a half minutes." She blushes lightly and I say,

"Can I touch you or will you faint again?"

"I think I can manage." She tells me.

"Good." I whispered as I began to stroke her face. "Stay still." I commanded. She stayed so still, I could've sworn she was a statue. I ran my hand down her waist, hair, and face untill I took my hand away from her. The next thing she did surprised me.

"My turn. Stay still." She whispered. I turned to a statue as she traced her hand down my face, waist, and chest. It felt amazing. Her touch was a gift and I loved every moment. Wait? Love? Did I love her? Yes. I think I do. I must love her. What else could this possibly be? When she was done she sat up on the floor. I don't know what made me do it, but it felt right. I wrapped my arms around her waist, hers around my shoulders, and held her close to me.

We just sat there holding each other for hours. When light was coming into the room she whispered, "I have to go."

"Please don't." I whispered back to her.

"I have to." She sad simply, and within moments she was out of my arms and on her feet, ready to Disapparate. Before she did I kissed her lightly on the cheek. She looked at me for a minute then Diapparated, leaving me alone, again.

pottersues @ 2008-07-06T12:07:00

2008-07-06T16:36:30Z

Thank you to the anonymous minion who sent in today's Sue!

When sending in Sues, make sure you include your username so I know who to credit.

TITLE: The Impossible Dream
PERPETRATOR: Sailor Twilight Assasin
SUE-O-METER: (bad)

FULL NAME: Amaryllis "Amy" Byrd
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: pigtails
EYES: big and brown
MARKINGS: She is "tiny" and has a "spritely body". She has "elf" ears, freckles and "pouty" lips.
POSSESSIONS: "a hand-woven flower garland on her head", glasses.

ORIGIN: She went to Hogwarts all along.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She sits with the Marauders on the Hogwarts Express in third year and they treat her like garbage, except Peter who has fallen for this sweet girl. She is the reason he begins to part from his friends. She is in Hufflepuff and idolizes Lily Evans. She has lots of friends that span the Houses (except Slytherin).
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She is delicate. She is great at Charms and Arithmancy, she is "a painter, vegetarian, pianist, activist, and all-around flower child that loved Muggle culture yet wanted to grow up to be a wandmaker"

NOTES: I was going to rate this "okay", but she is just too perfect. It's sad because we don't see Sues destined for Peter very often.

SAMPLE:

It had been two years since that incident with the Byrd girl on the train. I'd found out a lot about her since then--her first name was Amaryllis, though she liked to be called Amy, and she was a Hufflepuff in my year. I learned that her strong suits were in Charms and Arithmancy, and that she idolised Lily Evans in much the same embarrassing way I adored James. I learned that she had a wide variety of friends; Gryffindors Emmeline Vance, Juliana Radcliffe, and Melody Thompson; Hufflepuffs Timothy Perks and Adeline Midgen; and Ravenclaw prefect Septima Vector. I learned that she was a painter, vegetarian, pianist, activist, and all-around flower child that loved Muggle culture yet wanted to grow up to be a wandmaker.

And I'd talked to her, really, when I could manage. You see, I'd also learned that my friends didn't like her at all.

You're probably going, duh, stupid Peter, you couldn't tell by the train incident? Well, that was just a little thing. I mean, they really, really didn't like her. And I had no clue why, other than that she was friends with Melody, and everyone in school knew that Melody and Sirius didn't get along.

But we had talked, and were actually semi-decent friends, when the others weren't looking. And with Remus entertaining a flirtation with James' Quidditch rival Ellie Petty, James chasing Lily, and Sirius on-and-off dating Pandora Vernon, they were kept sufficiently busy when we weren't all pranking, so maybe they didn't even notice when I went off with her.

Voices on the other side of the wall brought me back to reality, so I listened to make sure no-one was coming in.

"I need help with my Arithmancy assignment tonight," a husky female voice said.

A familiar airy Cockney answered, "Again? Adeline, did you only stay in that class for the teacher?" I bit my lip. It was her. I could imagine her, big brown eyes rolling in exasperation, long blond pigtails bouncing as she walked.

"Oh, as if half the school doesn't fancy Professor Cartesian."

"And I'm one of 'em, but Adeline, this is a very serious class." I was still picturing it. She'd probably stopped and turned to face her friend, lowering her glasses down the bridge of her button nose. She may not have looked like a force to reckon with, with her elf-ears and freckles and pouty lips, but she meant business. Then I fancy her face softened upon realising she's offended her friend, before breaking into a forgiving buck-toothed grin, because she then said, "All right, I'll 'elp you. What're friends for?" And in my mind's eye, I saw her skipping down the hall, her tiny, spritely body almost floating through the corridor.

And then, allowing myself to slide down the wall, face bright red, I learned the most shocking and painfully obvious lesson of all.

I had fallen for Amy Byrd-- hard.

pottersues @ 2008-07-05T23:58:00

2008-07-06T04:34:45Z

TITLE: The Sorceress: Destines First Steps
PERPETRATOR: PlatinumPlayer
SUE-O-METER: (awful)

FULL NAME: Tessa Alexandria Stormweaver
SPECIES: Sorceress
HAIR: "Her hair, black like as night flowed over her, not resting as it refused the pull of gravity and it swayed like a ghostly mantle over her slender frame, the length of it equal to her height."
EYES: "pupil-less"
MARKINGS: none described
POSSESSIONS: Magical clothes: "draped about her shimmering, shifting between spectrums of colors while at times appearing almost translucent or liquid. It was a magical gown, something alive yet not. In its current state one would assume it to be mimicking its owner’s feelings as it found grey to be its most favored color of the present moment."

ORIGIN: She is from "the Sect of the White Eye". She is one of the first Sorceresses to go to Hogwarts. The wizarding community and the sorcerers don't get along so well. "She like all her kind was born from the great fountain that rested at the center of their grand city; a city with no name, an existence unto itself which was so long ago removed from the world in the time of the great magical war."
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She meets Harry and everyone on the Hogwarts Express in first year. She has been inserted into the story. She is introduced in the Great Hall, but she gets to skip the sorting and is automatically placed into Gryffindor.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: a "a distinct and elegant voice". She can sense moods. She knows a lot about magic before school even starts. She can sense "potent" magic.

NOTES: She wonders why she was sent to Hogwarts as an ambassador, and I wonder why too. She doesn't appear to be promoting Sorceress-Wizard relations, does she?

SAMPLE:

“Welcome to Hogwarts.” She began to speak as everyone crowded together nervously, Tessa at the back. “The start of term banquet will begin shortly but before you take your seats you will be sorted into your houses. The sorting is a very important ceremony because while you are here your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house. Sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each ahs produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts your triumphs will earn your house points while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year the house with the most points is awarded the house cup. A great honor I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The sorting ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting. I shawl return when we are ready for you, Please wait quietly.” And then she left, leaving Tessa too panic as she had expected the professor to take her aside. Was it possible the professor had not recognized her, or was she to be subjected to the same sorting test that theses wizards where to be. She didn’t know any wizard magic… and if she had I would be impossible to use, just what was happening?

Suddenly several wizards and witches screamed causing Tessa to join as well from her nerves being in such a fragile state, but just why where they screaming? There at the back of the chamber twenty or more ghostly figure flowed threw the wall, ghosts. Tessa calmed herself, the sight of something natural to her helping to center her turbulent emotions. It was common practice to summon ghosts and spirits of sorceress who returned to the birth fountain to meet an ancestor or share a conversation with a lost loved one. By the time the professor returned to shoo off the spirits she had calmed considerably, the wizards on the other had seemed overjoyed to have the ghosts removed from sight.

“The sorting ceremony is about to start, now form a line and follow me.” The students followed the instructions to the letter, Tessa once more falling to the very back. The group crossed the entry hall and entered the Great Hall, Tessa gasped. The room was alive, not with the four long tables overflowing in students. No it was the sheer amount of raw magical energy that flowed threw this place, undoubtedly the heart of this grand school. To her eyes the edges of the wall reflected blinding dazzling light and the ceiling that was filled with thousands of candles appeared as a doorway to heaven. The sight alone should have blinded her but she found no discomfort only a primal attraction to this wild untamed beauty. She only appreciated it a moment before the fear of discovery or recognition griped her and she turned her face towards the marbled floor hiding her face from view.

The students continued to shuffle along before climb upon a stage at the end of the great hall, and waited facing the four tables with a fifth behind them where sat the staff of Hogwarts. In the center of this stage sat a four legged stool with a dusty torn wizard’s hat atop it. The magic aura surrounding it was unmistakable to Tessa and she stared. The momentary absence of her dread returning, creeping up on her as she cast her eyes down and away. Expecting something from the hat she was prepared and had not jumped like many of the wizards and witches as it burst into song. It was a song about the houses and the sorting but trying as she might she was unable to keep track of it and panicked as the song ended and the room erupted in cheer. Had she missed some important detail, had the song been instructions as to how to be sorted?

“When I call your name put on the hat and sit on the stool.” Professor McGonagall explained loudly so even the students at the back of the hall could hear clearly and began to call names. One after another a wizard or witch would stumble out of line and take seat on the stool, the hat on their head. In her sight the hat would glow brighter with a sort of rind encompassing the wizard or witch before it would cry out their house. She noted on several students that the hat took its time in announcing especially Harry Potter who was one of the longest. Each moment she waited for her name to be called her inside turned and she griped tighter at her dress which was mimicking the Hogwarts robes.

Finally the last wizard was called leaving her standing alone but after a few moments no name was called for her, the dread all but strangled her. Did she come on the wrong day? Did something change that she was not aware of and she was no longer welcome? Her heart raced as she kept an indifferent expression, by now most of the hall had focused their attention directly on her and she did her best to continue to hide her eyes.

Suddenly an ancient grey bearded Wizard with a vast aura of power stood, it must be Dumbledore Tessa reasoned, the headmaster of Hogwarts. “I have an announcement to make.” He made his way around the table and stood before a podium, gesturing for Tessa to come near. Her insides in turmoil she took the offered invitation and carefully made her way beside the aged man, retaining all the elegance demanded of one of her sect even though she felt she must have looked like a stumbling idiot as she crossed the stage.

“Today we welcome a guest to our wonderful school. A truly amazing guest, never in the history of wizards or witches have we been graced with their presence in our schools, you should all feel proud an honored to be part of this momentous occasion.” Dumbledore coughed a bit as every student stared in amazed surprise at just who or what the guest could be, all eyes on Tessa looking for the answer. After a few moments he continued.

“Though our past is filled with conflict our future is not. Please welcome Tessa Alexandria Stormweaver of the Sect of the White Eye, daughter of Cassandra, sister of Alana, a member of the elusive sorceress nation. Starting today under ministry law she will serve as ambassador for her people. I expect each and every student here at Hogwarts to show her the utmost respect and kindness that is due to any other wizard in our fine community.” The room was deadly silent.

Fighting with all her will Tessa looked out over the tables, her hair flowing apart as if touched by an unseen draft, giving all a clear view of her pupil-less eyes and her faked calm expression. The expressions returned to her where of what she had expected. Shock, confusion, fright, disbelief, even anger and some perhaps hate all of which tightened the snake like coils of dread that was choking her. Many wizard families here where no doubt where subject the ravages of the war so long ago and they where not quick to forget the fact. The silence continued on endless until Dumbledore spoke once more.

“Due to the special circumstances of our guest it has been decided she will be placed in Gryffindor. Please do your best to welcome and support her throughout the coming year.” With that the room slowly began to fill with conversation, Dumbledore motioning her to take her seat at her house table. So distraught by the events and wanting to remove herself as quickly as she could from the spotlight she stepped off the center of the stage and glided smoothly to the marble floor near the head of her table. Her dress coming alive in the moment of activity and fluttering about her like arms of a wraith only to come to submit again in as her feet met the floor. Again the hall silenced to whispers as she took her seat not paying attention to who was unfortunate enough to be graced by her presence.

Surprisingly it turned out to be the two wizards she had shared a cabin with on the train, Ron and Harry. She noted Ron didn’t seem at all pleased to have her so near but Harry on the other hand seemed positively confused at the situation and favored her with a couriers glance.

“Now” once more Dumbledore coughed to gather the halls attention, distracting them from Tessa. “Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. Before we begin our banquet I’d like to say a few words. Here they are. Nitwit, blubber, oddment, tweak.” As he finished the room gave a burst of magical energy and the once barren table where suddenly filled with the most unusual and amazing dishes of food Tessa had ever seen. None of it was familiar to her but the aromas where so inviting and her long empty belly was agreeing wholeheartedly.

The tension in the hall died down considerably as every wizard and witch greedily helped themselves to the amazing feast. Even Ron who sat beside her seemed to forget about her as he selfishly ladled bits of this and that onto his plate, Harry following suit as well as all the other wizards and witches that surrounded them. Lost in this chaotic sea of activity Tessa was unsure of what to do. Having never left the city until this day she was inexperienced with wizard foods and did not know what was acceptable to her pallet and what was not. There where tails of magical food that any wizard would eat haply but where if a sorceress did grave consequences would befall her.

Swallowing a bit from both hunger and trepidation she wearily reached forward towards an inviting pastry. Retrieving it she took a cautious bite and her eyes widened. Never in her life had she tasted anything such as this. Its warm-moist texture was overflowing with sweetness never imagined within her city. Was this wizard food, she could not bring herself to believe such things existed. Unable to help herself she quickly finished off the pastry savoring its memory fondly. Letting it settle she glanced around at her new sect, it was what professor McGonagall has said, Her family while at Hogwarts. Most where lost in conversation which paused as some caught her eyes and either stared or turned away suddenly. If it weren’t for the warm pastry in her belly she would have felt completely unwelcome and decided to give the subject no more thought. She was not here for fun and game or friends, merely an ambassador and if theses wizards and witches wished for it to remain so then she had no wish to persuade them otherwise. She took another pastry from the same tray and took her time to finish it.

“Ouch!” To her right Tessa felt a burst of potent magic and stared at Harry who was clutching his scar.

“What is it?” A boy whose robes held a badge of importance asked Harry, Harry seemed confused for a moment but replied it was nothing. Tessa couldn’t help but stare at Harry for several moments as she nibbled the pastry slowly away, it had not been nothing but she didn’t feel confident or welcome enough to speak the trust of the matter. At last the banquette vanished and Dumbledore climbed to his feet, the hall silencing in reply.

“Just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start of term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest in the grounds in forbidden to all pupils and a few of our older students should do well to remember that as well. I have also been asked by Mr. Filtch the caretaker to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quiditch trials will be held in the 2ed week of term, anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact madam hutch. And finally I should tell you that this year 3ed floor corridor on the right hand side is forbidden to anyone who dose not wish to die a very painful death. And now before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!” Dumbledore announced happily before freeing his wand and giving it a flick. Tessa observed amazed as a long golden ribbon flew out of it and raised high above the table and twisted snakelike into words. “Everyone pick your favorite tune, and off we go.” So transfixed on the odd bit of magic that before she realized it the singing had ended and Dumbledore was clapping.

‘”Aw music, a magic beyond all we do here, and now bedtime. Off you trot.” Dumbledore smiled merrily as the great hall filled with yawns and sound of agreement at the thought of a nice warm bed. Pulled along by the mob Tessa had no choice but to flow along with the rest of her house, literally shoulder to shoulder with several sleepy wizards which at the moment where to fixated on bed.

Before she knew it she found herself curled up in a warm magical bed in the griffon dormitories, the trip itself a blurring image of confessing passageways and corridors. Despite her protests to remain awake she drifted off even before most of the other girls who all around her where tucked into their beds as well. With a soft exhale of breath she was asleep and the new destiny of both her people and the wizards began.

pottersues @ 2008-07-04T23:21:00

2008-07-05T03:36:17Z

Sue #2!

Happy Independence Day to all of my American minions! I was thinking about having an American-Sue, but really, we have one of those a week.

So I found a lesbian-Sue instead!

TITLE: Dragon Heartstring
PERPETRATOR: Jezzabelle Just from reading the summaries I want to spork all of her stories.
SUE-O-METER: (awful)

FULL NAME: Ember Cree
SPECIES: part-dragon
HAIR: "short black hair with a forest green side-fringe"
EYES: "deep purple with silver flecks". She should go to an eyewash station to get all that metal out of her eyes.
MARKINGS: "very attractive", pale skin. She has three tatoos: "a rose on her left upper arm and two Celtic-style crucifixes on the insides of her wrists, the rose which grew, blossomed and died over twenty-four hours, and the crucifixes unmoving, done by a muggle tattooist", a "huge purple dragon that was splayed across her back, the head breathing fire at her shoulder blade and the tail twisting around on her left buttock [...] The fire periodically flew from the dragon’s nose, the wings flapped, and the tail writhed around wildly". She has "two huge, purple bat-like wings".
POSSESSIONS: "black short shorts", "tight black jeans under her big black boots featuring large buckles up the sides, and a black, low-cut sleeveless top with purple bats near the bottom", "a pair of green and black striped wool armwarmers", "a pair of leather pants under her big boots, with a black tank top featuring sparkling, dark red roses at the corner and a long black coat against the chill", "a short black short-sleeved button up dress with black armwarmers over a pair of camouflage-printed pants, which she wore under a set of heavy black combat boots", "a long-sleeved black hooded top and a pair of black jeans", a cigarette and cigarette holder.

ORIGIN: Australia. She is 17, and is attending Hogwarts for the first time because England needs her father's help to defeat Voldemort. She comes from a rich family, but doesn't depend on them. She works in a muggle book store.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She is sorted into Ravenclaw. She and Steph, one of Ginny's Best Friends, are enemies. Ginny is intrigued by her, and tells her that she "wants to be like her". After some pestering, Ember concedes and befriends Ginny. She tries to teach her to be a unique and free-thinking person. Apparently the best way to do this is to hang out in the Forbidden Forest or London and give Ginny a makeover. She falls for Ginny, who at first just sees her as a friend. This crushes her, and Ginny apologizes and confesses her love. That's how real life works, don't ya know?
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She is part-dragon because her father "had received a dragon’s blood transfusion before she was conceived, and he had several powers that were not natural to regular wizards. She, however, just received the wings".

NOTES: I was quite bothered by the "makeover". Ginny went from one bulling group who required that you dressed a certain way, wanting to not care what "anyone will think of you. You don’t take any crap from anyone." to this "friend" who she looks to for approval in being "dark" and "goth". Plus, Ember is rude and trashes what Ginny chooses to wear, which is doing exactly what Ginny's old friends did. I don't see the change, except the change in style.

SAMPLE:

Ember lay under a blanket in the clearing that she had found with Ginny. Her right arm was around the smaller redhead’s shoulders and they had their heads propped up on pillows to prevent neck aches. The sky was inky black, dotted with stars and a huge full moon to the lower left of the sky. The trees whispered with wind all around them and, in the distance, a crow shrieked. The only emotion flooding Ember’s mind was happiness. Pure, unsullied happiness to be with the one she loved so dearly. Ginny’s pale, freckled skin seemed to give off an unearthly glow in the blue moonshine, and her hair seemed as liquid and flowing as fresh blood.

“I can’t believe you walked through the middle of the Forbidden Forest in the middle of the night, Gin-Gin,” Ember said, still in shock at what her beloved had done.

“I had to,” Ginny replied. “I love you, remember?”

“No, I don’t remember, you’ve only said it about six hundred times in the past hour. Say it again, though.”

“I love you.”

Ember pulled Ginny closer and kissed the redhead on her pale forehead. Ginny had done what was generally assumed to be suicidal – with no wings to take her to the clearing, she had fought her way through, pure emotion giving her spells the force they needed to take out most wicked creatures that lived in the forest. However, there had been a particularly hungry werewolf after her, and she had only escaped narrowly. Reaching the clearing, she was knocked back by the forcefield. Tears beginning to stream down her face, she had peered inside to see if Ember was there. She was. She had pummelled the walls of the forcefield, her fists starting to tear and bleed. Tears continued to fall from her eyes.

“Ember!” She had called, but the girl didn’t seem to hear. Ginny had heard a twig snapping not too far off. Soon the werewolf would catch up. Ember… she reached out desperately in her mind. The girl in the forcefield seemed to go rigid for a moment, then turned with blazing eyes to see Ginny attempting to beat down the forcefield. She ran so fast it was almost as if the wind had known her cause and was helping her along. Ginny had turned to see a huge werewolf bearing down on her, hunger in its eyes. A hand had grabbed Ginny’s arm, and she had turned around to see Ember yanking Ginny into the forcefield a split-second before the werewolf threw itself against the forcefield, scowling and yelping as its force started to tear the skin.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come here, Ginny,” Ember had said, astonished. “Why’d you do it, it was a really stupid thing to do.” But she was crying too, crying and laughing.

“Because I have to say… I love you, Ember. I always did.”

Under the stars, Ginny sat up abruptly and Ember’s arm fell uselessly to her side as she sat up too.

“Look at your rose,” Ginny said. Ember looked down to her left arm and saw that the last petal was about to fall from the flower. As they watched, it dropped and floated slowly down to where the other petals had fallen just below the rose, and the dead petals vanished. The greying tip of the stem turned into a lush green bud, and the huge, lethally sharp-looking thorns shrunk and became like tiny hairs on the stem.

“Beautiful,” Ginny said, leaning down to kiss the baby rose tattoo.

“I know you are, but what am I?” Ember asked, an amused tone in her voice, dipping her head to kiss Ginny in return. Tears sprung forth into Ember’s eyes and Ginny watched her, concerned.

“What’s wrong, Em?” Ember sniffed and dabbed her eye with a long sleeve.

“I just… I can’t believe you came through the forest. It was stupid.”

“No, it wasn’t,” Ginny said sternly, her eyes blazing. “It was one of the few times in my life where I was thinking clearly. Everything was in perfect clarity for me. Nothing had ever made sense until I met you. Now I know, you are my only one.”

Ember clutched the redhead tightly to her chest and sniffed again, laughing slightly. “I agree,” she muttered into the girl’s ear. “Nothing makes as much sense as me and you.”

“And nothing ever will,” Ginny replied. “When you stopped talking to me, I think most of my brain froze up. It was punishing me for letting you go.” One star twinkled extra-brightly as Ember smiled broadly, touching Ginny’s cheek with her fingertips. “And it only un-froze when you pulled me through the forcefield. Everything I did in the forest came from the one part of my brain that was left wide-awake – the part that is insanely in love with you.”

“Well, I’d never be in that mess,” said Ember, smiling. “All my brain is in love with you. Insanely.”

pottersues @ 2008-07-03T13:28:00

2008-07-04T18:38:05Z

Sue #1!

TITLE: --<1>-- Draco Malfoys Whore --<1>-- [You can do some much better]
PERPETRATOR: FreakFromPluto
SUE-O-METER: (awful)

FULL NAME: Winter Jones
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: not described
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: light blue eyeliner
POSSESSIONS: Various non-described pieces of clothing that Draco likes to remove. She has "a black tank top that said Witch in Training", "ripped jeans", converse shoes. Two necklaces, lockets. One has a D on it, the other has a H. For Christmas she got: "a jumper covered in butterflies from Mrs Weasley, a pack of different coloured quills from Harry and a ring with a ruby diamond, a box of sweets and a howler from Ron, the howler was all three of my friends screaming Happy Christmas. I got a book on famous wizards that did good for the wizarding world from Hermione. And from Draco I got a necklace that said my name across it."

ORIGIN: "I am a Slytherin in my last year of Hogwarts, you may think I'm with Draco, but I'm not. We wouldn't be caught dead together, he doesn't love me, he only uses me for sex. I'm like his whore, I guess you could say. At night when he needs a shag he comes to me, and you're probably wondering why do I do this to myself, because I love Draco. Even though he doesn't love, and it pains me everyday, I still love him. And I'm still hoping one day he'll discover he loves me too." Ohhhhhh my.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Regularly has sex with Draco because she loves him, and thinks that it will make him love her. She is friends with Harry, Ron and Hermione. She is "with" Hermione and SPEW. Draco asks her to come to the Malfoy Manor with him over Christmas. Before she leaves Harry gives her a kiss good-bye. At the Manor, she sees Draco make-out with Pansy. Draco has feelings for Winter, but doesn't want to put her life in danger. After Lucius Malfoy beats her up, Draco tells her that he loves her, but has to marry Pansy. They decide to break up, and when she returns to Hogwarts she sets her sights on Harry. After Winter insults Pansy, Pansy Crucios her. Harry comforts Winter, and Draco wants to hurt Pansy. Then Pansy and Draco kidnap her to lure Harry into a trap. Some Dementors are going to come to give Winter "the kiss". Harry saves her, then they break up. After the break up, some chick named Gina shows up and tries to get Winter to go out with some random Slytherin named Gabe because Gina wants to date Harry. Then she is captured by Voldemort, who wants to lure Dumbledore and Harry into the Forbidden Forest. Voldemort tells her that he has impregnated her using magic, so she can carry on "the Dark Lords power". Harry and Dumbledore go to the Forest, where she jumps in between the crossfire of several spells, including Avada Kedavra. But they don't kill her, they hit her lockets. Then she goes to a "muggle city" to have an abortion. Harry, Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey go with her. Then she moves out on her own, and rejects Draco at her doorstep for tricking her. Then she and Harry have a baby named Emma, and then Harry and Winter are killed in the exact same way that James and Lily were, and their daughter ends up with a lightning bolt scar.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Is completely delusional. She has the "Inner Eye". Some sort of ancient protection magic protected her when she chose to save Harry's life by throwing herself in front of the spells.

NOTES: The ending was a complete crap-out. Apparently her computer died, so the last "chapter" was actually paragraph conclusions to all of the Suethor's stories.

SAMPLE:

"Where is he?!!" I sat straight up screaming, I looked around, I was in the Hospital Wing. Harry was sitting beside my bed on a chair, he looked at me, he was smiling.
"Wh-what happened?" I asked him.
"When you fell to the ground, Voldemort ran with Draco tagging along. Hagrid must have heard your help scream and came running with his cross bow. He helped carry you back to the Castle, Dumbledore said when all those spells hit you, it didn't exactly hit you, it hit your two necklaces. It rebounded off and hit some trees, you rose from the ground because the force of the spells lifted you and there is something special about your necklaces Dumbledore said. The red outline of you was protecting you from harm, where did you get them?" Harry finished.
"A fortune teller, she warned me about something, make the right choice. A few days ago, I thought it was about Draco and you, Harry, I had been seeing Draco before you in secert, and I'm sorry. But it wasn't about you two, it was about life and death. And I choice the right decision." I said. "I choice death and it rewarded me for protecting the people I am loyal to by giving me life." I said smiling. "I understand now." Harry smiled, he leaned in for a kiss, but I pushed him back.
"What?" He asked confused.
"Why were you kissing Gina?" I asked.
"I-I seen you kissing Gabe and I got angry." He said looking at his feet. "I was being stupid. I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry for hitting you and kissing Gabe." I said hugging him, he leaned in for a kiss but screamed, he backed his head away and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Whats wrong now?" Harry asked.
"I'm..pregnant." I said, tears slid down my cheeks.
"What?!" He shouted. "Who's?" Before I could answer I bent over the side of my bed and threw up.
"Oh my dear! Are you feeling okay?" Poppy came running when I threw up.
"I'm pregnant." I cried wiping my mouth.
"What?!" Poppy shrieked.
"Vol-Voldemort." I said crying harder.
"You're joking right?" Harry asked, I shook my head and held my stomache.
"He said he put a spell on me and..I'm carrying his child, he wanted someone he could trust to carry on the role of Dark Lord." I burst into more tears and pulled the blanket onto my face.
"I'll get Albus." Poppy said hurrying out of the hospital wing, ten minutes later Dumbledore came to my side.
"Is it true?" He asked frowning, I nodded, silent tears building up in my eyes, Harry was holding my hand and comforting me.
"There is a way to undo what has been done." Dumbledore said fixing his half-moon glasses.
"How?" I asked desperately.
"It is of course a muggle way, I believe it is called an abortion." I had heard of them, teenage girls not able to raise their unborn child, so they killed them.
"Unless, you want to keep it." Dumbledore said, it hurt but I shook my head, I couldn't live with myself if my child became the next Dark Lord.
"I'll do it." I said wiping my wet cheeks.
"Very well, Harry, I and Poppy will escort you to the clinic once we have found one in the muggle cities." Dumbledore was kind to me even though I was carrying something from Voldemort.
One week later, I was on my way to the Hogwarts Express with Harry, Dumbledore and Poppy. No one knew why we were going, rumours said that Harry and I were getting married and so was Dumbledore and Poppy.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked looking me in the eyes on the train, I nodded, but I somehow started to get attached to the baby. Harry kissed my forehead and patted my hand. A few hours later I was in London in a womens Clinic, it was the oddest scene I had ever seen, Dumbledore was wearing jeans and a dress shirt with a baseball cap and poppy was wearing a polka dot dress.
"Miss Jones, the doctor will see you now." The nurse said smiling warmly.
"Good luck." Harry said, Dumbledore smiled along with Poppy. An hour later eveything was done, it hurt but it was over, I wasn't pregnant. I came out of the doctors office, she gave me a hug and said I was fine. I walked towards the waiting room and instantly Harry pulled me into a hug. We got back to Hogwarts during the night, Harry and I went to his common room and fell asleep on the couch.

pottersues @ 2008-07-02T22:38:00

2008-07-03T02:52:58Z

TITLE: Cadence of His Cry
PERPETRATOR: PadfootBlack16
BANNER: You are not my Fenrir
SUE-O-METER: (awful)

FULL NAME: Fenrir Greyback. Well, I never thought I'd see this day.
SPECIES: werewolf
HAIR: brown, they have "lost all the light they had had when he was a teenager"
EYES: "chocolate irises"
MARKINGS: none described
POSSESSIONS: an American prostitute, money to throw at her. He has a pair of "shapeless underpants".

ORIGIN: Fenrir's messed up because his "first" had her throat ripped out by the werewolf that bit him.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Is some sick version of Fenrir Greyback.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Is a great roll in the hay, literally. He loses his virginity in a barn.

NOTES: Right up there with emo-Voldemort. I can't see the connection between this Fenrir and the one in canon.

SAMPLE:

Everyday, he regretted what he had done. He could have saved her, this he knew. But once she was dead, there was nothing he could have done to bring her back. Jumping on the bloody werewolf could have done no good. But he had wanted to be a fucking hero or something of the sort and instead he had ended up a monster, destined to chew on human flesh himself. He hated what he had become, had thought of suicide more than once. But he did not have the balls. Now twenty-five years old, Fenrir Greyback had killed too many, and regretted every life he had took.

The lycanthrope turned from the window, pushing his palms against the glass and letting his eyes fall on the woman that lay on his bed. Fenrir did not know her name, she was simply a cute girl he had seen and lured into his bed. In fact, she had been quite a great fuck but he could care less for her. Nicole had been, and always would be, the important girl for him.

He walked towards the bed –which was, in fact, nothing but a mattress that lay on the ground- and gave it two hard kicks. The figure laying on it stirred and turned towards him, one arm covering her breasts as the other fought to push a nest of hair away from her eyes. “What’s wrong, Hun? Ready for another round?” Her voice betrayed both the fact that she smoke, and the fact that she was American. The look in her eyes betrayed the drug use, a fact that made Fenrir sick.

He pulled some money out of his pants –which he found strewn on the floor- and threw it at her. “Get the fuck out. We’re done.” He did not bother to keep the bitterness out of his voice. To him, the woman lying on the mattress was no less of a creature than he was.

She looked hurt, her eyelids almost joining and the corner of her lips twisting slightly down; where her dark eyes had second before shinned with lust they now shined with pain and anger. Silently, not breaking eye contact with Fenrir, the woman pushed the sheets back and moved into a kneeling position, no longer bothering to hide her nakedness. She reached up, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him down so that they were eye to eye. Her lips were dangerously close to his as she spoke, so that he felt the warm air that left her body when she exhaled deeply. “Come on, baby. Once more?” She pressed her lips against his, nibbling roughly on his bottom lip: she knew, by now, that Fenrir Greyback liked it rough.

The lycanthrope pushed her back roughly, his brown eyes ablaze as he took hold of her left arm and squeezed tightly, staring into her face. “Take your fucking money and get out, whore.” Fenrir turned away from her, walking back to the window and pressing his hands on either side, his head hanging down as he stared at the ground. It had been quite some time –close to a month- since he had lost control like that. But he expected that, when he was paying for a service, his commands would be respected.

He barely paid attention to the sound of her getting dressed hastily and leaving, banging the door behind her. He was left alone, and suddenly he wondered if he truly wanted to face the silence. His mind went to nasty places when he was incommunicado; it went to places he did not desire to visit. That was the reason he searched for female company most nights: he needed that warm body beside him to keep him sane. Of course, there was lust. Which middle aged man did not feel lust? But an erection was something he could take care of on his own. His mind was not.

He sighed, warm breath leaving his mouth and misting over the window. The air outside was cold, as was the temperature within the tiny shack Fenrir called his `home´. The trees outside the window were still decorated with the powdery snow from the day before, as was the ground. To any regular human being, it would have been a beautiful sight. But Fenrir was not a regular human being. Ever since that night, ten years ago, he had not thought of anything as being `beautiful´. Ever since that night, he had become a murderer and he did not deserve to enjoy anything. It was the punishment he inflected on himself. He allowed himself to have sexual relationships, simply for the need of another human body at night. But he did not allow himself to enjoy the intercourse. It was the punishment he imposed on himself, the punishment he had to pay for his sins.

With a second sigh, he turned away from the window and walked towards the bed, letting his tall body fall onto the mattress roughly. He scratched his torso quickly and then turned onto his stomach, burying his face into the bundle that he called a pillow. The last thought that crossed his mind before he fell back into the nightmares, was that maybe he would die in his sleep.

To Fenrir Greyback, that was a peaceful thought.

pottersues @ 2008-07-01T17:18:00

2008-07-01T21:48:08Z

Happy Canada Day to all my fellow Canadians!

Thank you to nashidesei for sending in today's Sue!

TITLE: Simply Charming
PERPETRATOR: GirlsGotRhythm-98
SUE-O-METER: (bad)

FULL NAME: Ophelia Percy
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "long blond hair was flowing down carelessly"
EYES: "her crystal-clear blue eyes were entrancing"
MARKINGS: "really pretty"
POSSESSIONS: a Canadian accent. This is a big deal. She has a "light blue night gown", a magical alarm clock. Sue-friends named Leslie and Miley. I have a feeling Miley Cyrus and her best friend Leslie have something to do with this story.

ORIGIN: Lupin's niece gets to attend Hogwarts for seventh year. Where did she go before? "Sommerville Society... it's in Canada... It's on an Island". Harry, Ron and Hermione are all done their magical education. In this story, Sirius is alive, Snape is alive, and Dumbledore retired and died shortly afterwards.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Is Lupin's niece. She arrives first at Grimmauld Place, where she meets Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and not!dead Sirius. Ron talks with his mouth open and sprays food on her new robes. Harry is physically attracted to her. The new headmistress Evalynn Sherwood, shows up with the Sorting Hat to sort her in private. After much debate, she is sorted into Gryffindor. On the Hogwarts Express she meets Leslie and Miley and they decide to start a band called "Simply Charming". Then at the Welcoming Feast she meets and befriends Ginny. I'm sure Ginny will join her band. She writes letters to Harry, and then some Slytherin's decide that they want to beat her up.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: "She's incredibly shy and can seem a bit stuck up when she first meets people, but believe me. Once she trusts you and starts to give you a chance, she'll loosen up."

NOTES: This is a new fan fiction archive, and the only Harry Potter story on here is this Sue. Pity.

SAMPLE:

"But I can't attend Hogwarts!" I told my mother. "And why not?" she asked. "I have a Canadian accent! I'll stick out like a soore thumb." I argued. "But that is what makes you unique" Mother said. "Mother, I can't go to Hogwarts! Those outfits are ugly and I can't live with those people." I said. "And why not?" She repeated. "Mother!" I argued. "But your uncle Lupin taught there, remember?" She said. "I don't care! I'm not going and you can not make me!" "Yes I can make you young lady. And for Pete sakes Ophelia, you're going to be seventeen in a couple months! Stop acting like a first year and act your age. End of discussion." She said. I folded my arms angrily in defeat. My mom wasn't too happy about me being a witch. She never had any form of magical powers, so she always envied her younger brother Remus. But then after he was bitten by a werewolf as a young boy, my mother considered herself very lucky that she didn't have to put up with having magical powers. We were on our way to number Twelve, Grimmauld place. My mom was dropping me off there. I was supposed to meet Lupin there. He was the one who was going to drop me off at Platform 9 and ¾ in a few days. And Sirius was living there, so it was going to be great catching up with him. My mom didn't like me talking to him. Even though she knew him for years and was well aware that Wormtail was still breathing, she wanted nothing to do with him. She still believed that he was a psycho murderer on a rampage. I entered Sirius's house. I heard voices. "Hello?" I called. "Ophelia?" My uncle's voice came from the kitchen. "Yeah." I said. I heard him get off a squeaky chair and came to greet me. He welcomed me with open arms, which I graciously returned with a nice, friendly, warm hug.

"Come into the kitchen with me, there's a few people who I want you to meet..." Remus said and he led me to the kitchen. I remember being here once, but not very well. I was very young, and Lupin brought me here to get something. I came into the kitchen, and I saw a very familiar face. I'd recognize his messy jet black hair and glasses anywhere. "Ophelia, this is Harry Potter..." He said. "Hello." He said. "Hello." I said shyly. "Ronald Weasley..." Lupin continued, as he introduced me to a guy with flaming red hair. "Oi." He said, food was in his mouth and accidentally spat some on my new robes. I gave him a small forced smile, trying to hide my disgust. "And this is Hermione Granger." Lupin said, showing me a girl with bushy brown hair and blue eyes. "Pleasure." She said. "Yep." I said.

"Ophelia is my niece. She's attending her first and last year at Hogwarts." Lupin explained, "Harry, Hermione, and Ron are finished with their schooling. They dropped out last year." "That's cool." I said trying to sound the least bit interested for my uncle's sake.

"Did I hear the name Ophelia?" A voice came. I turned around and I saw Sirius. I recognized him the moment I saw him. My eyes glowed with excitement. I never met Sirius before sadly, but Uncle Lupin told me all about him and their adventures when they attended Hogwarts.

"Sirius!" I said. "Hello." He said as we hugged. "So you're Lupin's niece, huh?" He said. I nodded. He gave off such a good vibe. Or an amazing one if you think about how he's been living in Azkaban for thirteen years.

Harry's Point of View

"Oh, I almost forgot to mention, my niece Ophelia is coming to stay here for the last few days of holidays. She's incredibly shy and can seem a bit stuck up when she first meets people, but believe me. Once she trusts you and starts to give you a chance, she'll loosen up." Lupin said. "Goody." Ron said. We heard the door open, and a Canadian accented-voice say "Hello?" "Ophelia?" Lupin called back. "Yeah." The girl's voice replied. "One moment... let me go fetch her." Lupin said quietly and got off the chair he was sitting on and went into the entrance hall. He came back into the kitchen with a really pretty girl. Her long blond hair was flowing down carelessly and her crystal-clear blue eyes were entrancing. I couldn't take my eyes off her for a moment. "Ophelia, this is Harry Potter..." Lupin said, bringing me back to earth. "Hello." I said, accidentally sounding a little too eager. No body noticed that though. "Hello." She said, really quietly that I could barely hear her. "Ronald Weasley..." Lupin continued, taking her attention off of me and it went to Ron. "Oi." He said. I saw him spit food on her, and the look on her face. I knew that she was trying her best to stop from looking revolted. "And this is Hermione Granger." Lupin said, a little fast before Ophelia could say hello to Ron. He knew that she didn't appreciate having food spat on her. "Pleasure." Hermione said. "Yep." She replied casually. Sirius entered the room, but I took no notice. I just kept eyeing the goddess called Ophelia. And when I saw her throw her arms around him happily, that brought me back to earth. Have they met before...? Maybe Sirius knows her very well, and I could ask questions about her.... "So... who's up for dinner?" Lupin said, feeling in the silence.

pottersues @ 2008-06-30T23:51:00

2008-07-01T04:15:52Z

Sue #2

TITLE: Never Saw Her Coming
PERPETRATOR: You're A Tease
SUE-O-METER: (awful)

FULL NAME: Kelsey Culyer
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "hair that hit the middle of her back. To describe her hair colour as dark brown would not do it justice, it was a chestnut colour with very subtle blond highlights thanks to those lazy summer days spent lying out in the sun beside her pool. Her hair was very finely layered and she had side swept bangs just long enough to cover one eye."
EYES: "a very light brown, almost like melted topaz and she had long eyelashes that were complimented by the black MAC mascara she was wearing"
MARKINGS: "just taller than the average height for a 17 year old girl". "Her skin was naturally tanned thanks to her half Portuguese background and she had perfectly straight teeth a reward for two years of being a brace face. She had thin pinkish lips that were accompanied by the only other makeup she was wearing, her glossy Kiehl’s #1 lip balm."
POSSESSIONS: "black Steve Madden open toe heels", brand name make-up, "a simple white v neck t-shirt and a black high-waisted skirt from American Apparel and a splash of colour with some colourful bangles", "a pair of tinted aviator sunglasses with electric blue frames that she bought from Urban Outfitters", an iPhone, a "mini multi print TNA bag". pottersues would like to say that she hates TNA. She also has "huge all black Guess luggage", a "bright pink 2nd generation iPod nano", a "black thick-rimmed Chanel glasses",

ORIGIN: She shows up at Hogwarts after the war is over in Harry's repeat 7th year. She's from Toronto, which makes me ashamed at first, bring Canadian, but then I accept it since she is from Toronto. ;)
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: McGonagall speaks to this things. She's going to be pair with Draco. Their vapidness is so romantic.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Fast typing text messaging skills. Yes, the Suethor did say this was a skill.

NOTES: I must be getting old, I find this Sue's "stylish" fashion to be God awful.

SAMPLE:

She walked to the front of the train with a purpose, but still managed to remain calm. She looked determined in her eyes, but her lips were pouted into a look of worry and nervousness. She didn’t even notice that by now all eyes were on her; she simply kept walking, looking straight ahead and taking in her new surroundings.

She pulled out her iPhone from her mini multi print TNA bag that was slung over her shoulder and checked the time. 10 minutes to 9 O’clock. She tossed the phone back into her bag.

She gracefully transcended from the platform onto the train before making her way down the aisle of the train. She found an empty compartment and hastily stuffed her huge all black Guess luggage into the overhead compartment.

She wanted to make new friends at Hogwarts, just not yet. She had gone places not knowing anyone before, so she knew exactly the way to make an entrance. She wanted to wait until people started to wonder who this new girl could be, before she outright told them.

Right now she just wanted to text some of her old friends. She pulled out her bright pink 2nd generation iPod nano that she loved too much to get rid of and placed it on her lap. She reached back into her bag to retrieve her iPhone once again, before putting her sunglasses into the bag.

She began to put the purse at her feet, but then picked it back up again and retrieved her black thick-rimmed Chanel glasses and put them on.

She looked at her phone to see the words “1 new text message.”

She curiously opened it to find:

“Hey babes! How’s England? Have fun at boarding school without me. We miss you here already. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Xo Cayles.”

She smiled to herself reminiscing over the amazing time she had with her best friend. Cayley and herself had played competitive volleyball together and had known each other since they were young; they had even gone to the same high school together back home in Toronto, Canada. They had been the ultimate in downtown schoolgirls; always skipping out on classes to go out for lunch at the most chic restaurants in the city, or even to just sit in Queen’s Park and smoke endless packs of Camel cigarettes in their school uniforms.

They went to a private Catholic all girls school in the downtown core, the best money could buy. Both of the girls achieved high marks despite the fact that they didn’t let schooling take over their lives. They were the princesses of Toronto: they went to the best parties, met the hottest boys and had the nicest clothes.

But of course these clothes didn’t really matter; the girls could pull off any fashions they wanted and still look fabulous.

Both girls were witches and the only witches that they had ever met in Toronto. When they had received letters at the age of 11 inviting them to attend a prestigious witchcraft and wizardry school in Toronto, both had declined and instead opted to take private magic lessons with the headmaster of said school. They loved their muggle schools and way of life too much to change it now.

This was really the first time the girls had been separated, Cayley was still living in Toronto and her partner in crime was sitting on the Hogwarts express after being forced to move to New York at the end of July.

She didn’t want to move, but her parents had bought her a new hybrid car and told her that she could drive it back to Toronto whenever she was home to visit her friends. As for her schooling, her parents had pulled a few strings and gotten her accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in England. It was supposed to be the best school for young witches and wizards, and her parents only wanted the best. She had met with the headmistress in the middle of August so that she could ensure that the girl would be Hogwarts material. Apparently she was, considering that she had flown from NYC to London and stayed in a hotel for a few days before arriving at King’s Cross that morning and was now sitting on the train staring at her iPhone.

She used her fast typing skills to text her best friend a reply.

“England is amazing. Miss the T Dot though and you of course! And shouldn’t I tell you the same thing. XxX”

She put her phone back into her bad and picked up her iPod. She brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear and began to untangle her headphones.

Before she got the chance to put her headphones in her ears, the door to the compartment opened and a tall severe looking woman entered and looked at the witch sitting before her.

“So nice to see you again Miss Culyer”, said Professor McGonagall.

“Thank you Professor, but please call me Kelsey. I’m not a big fan of last names”, the girl responded politely.

pottersues @ 2008-06-29T10:40:00

2008-06-30T15:03:35Z

Sue #1

TITLE: There She Goes
PERPETRATOR: Catherine Bartholomew
SUE-O-METER: (bad)

FULL NAME: Nyxandriana "Nyx" Brisk
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "Even her hair was unpredictable. It was dark brown on the underside and blonde on top due to the amount of time she spent in the sun, so it varied according to how she wore it. Right now it was in a messy bun on the top of her head and was very brown. She had several quills and a muggle pencil stuck into it." Yes, brown and blond are very unpredictable and strange. *blank look* I was expecting some crazy colours.
EYES: hazel
MARKINGS: none described
POSSESSIONS: Quills and pencils to stick in her hair.

ORIGIN: An abusive home.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: The whole school thinks she is strange, and her Ravenclaw classmates are ashamed of her. She is smarter than Lily Evans. She secretly idolizes the Marauders and pulls pranks as well. They get blamed for some of her pranks. They learn one full moon that she is an Animagus, so they become friends. She is going to be paired with Sirius Black.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She is "unpredictable". "She was almost unnaturally poised, and had the best grades in the year." Likes to quote Shakespeare at people. "She had become an Animagus in third year, when she had stumbled upon it in one of her books. She had taken to it quite easily, and was now a snow-white kitten."

NOTES: Same ol' Marauders fic, but at least this one has a crazy name!

SAMPLE:

"Anyone? No? Ah, Ms. Brisk."

"Animagi tend to be larger than a normal animal would be. While with a bird it's hard to notice, a dog would seem almost as large as a small bear."

She distantly heard McGonagall's voice came from the front of the room. "Yes, very good. Five points to Ravenclaw." Her eyes roamed the room, eventually landing where the Marauders sat. Her eyes met Black's for a moment and he nearly bit the end off of the quill he was chewing on.

Sending him a quizzical look, she turned back to Professor McGonagall.

The Marauders, as they had dubbed themselves early in their Hogwarts career, were peculiar. Popular. Pompous. Promiscuous (at least one of them was). Punctual. (Okay, so not that last one. But Nyxandriana Brisk loved alliterations.) Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew made up the nonsensical apex of the social pyramid that is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But while Black, Potter, and even Lupin may have been able to climb up on their own, it spoke to their character the fact that they were able to carry Pettigrew with them without being held back. Black, the local Lady Killer, assisted by Potter, Quidditch star extraordinaire, who in turn was assisted by Lupin, bookishly gorgeous, assisted Pettigrew, watery-eyed oddball. The Marauders were the school's so-far undisputed Prank Masters.

But if the Marauders were peculiar, Nyxandriana Brisk was down right paranormal. The whole school (no exceptions) acknowledged the fact that she was weird. Nyx, as she liked to be called by her friends, all one of them, always fantasized about being talked about by everyone she knew. Unfortunately, she was talked about in a most unsavory way in all four of the school's Houses. The Ravenclaws especially hated her, feeling that she put a bleak spot on their reputation as smart and civilized. Though she was smart. Nyx admitted to herself that she seemed to be born with an extraordinary amount of common sense, which is really all it takes in education. Though common sense was not her only attribute. She was a loner. She had one good friend, a Gryffindor girl in her year named Belinda Hope, and Nyx was always unpredictable. Even her hair was unpredictable. It was dark brown on the underside and blonde on top due to the amount of time she spent in the sun, so it varied according to how she wore it. Right now it was in a messy bun on the top of her head and was very brown. She had several quills and a muggle pencil stuck into it. Leaning back onto only one chair leg, she took the pencil out of her hair, loosing a few locks of hair that she brushed out of her hazel eyes, and chewed on the battered eraser, all the while taking notes with her left hand.

She was almost unnaturally poised, and had the best grades in the year. Lily Evans came in a grumpy second. Nyxandriana had often been spotted walking down the stairs to the dungeons reading a book and dodging all the people who had made a sport to try and trip her up, which they only did because they knew it was impossible.

The girls giggled at her, the boys laughed, and most of the staff loved her. She didn't do sports, she wasn't in any clubs, she could more than hold her own in a duel, and she never said more than she had to. Not that many people tried to get her to talk. On the rare occasion that she answered a question or joined in a conversation, she often either spouted all this Shakespearean blather that people couldn't understand, or spoke in alliterations, or in iambic pentameter. Or both.

To put it shortly, she was an enigma.

Class ended, and as people filed out of the room, Nyxandriana swung her bag over her shoulder, stuck her pencil back into her hair, and followed the throng of people up to the Great Hall for lunch.

Setting herself down onto her usual seat at the end of the Ravenclaw table, which gave her a perfect view of the whole hall, she loaded her plate and began people watching.

A third year boy at the Slytherin table looked sullen. He had gotten a letter at breakfast, Nyx remembered, must be bad news from home.

There were three couples breaking up, two at Gryffindor and one at Ravenclaw. Five people had their shirts on inside out, one was wearing miss-matched sock, and two had their wands stuck behind their ears. Aside from the boy in Slytherin, four people looked very unhappy.

Her eyes slid over the Marauders. Early into her first year at Hogwarts, Nyx had decided they were 'interesting specimens'. Unfortunately, she had made the mistake of saying those words to their faces, and she was followed around and taunted mercilessly for a week afterwards. Not a welcome social move, as it ostracized her from the rest of the school. She might as well have worn a sign on her saying 'Don't Talk To Me.'

Nyx never held it against them. In fact, she idolized them. She held a secret love of playing pranks, and took plenty of leaves out of their individual books. Unfortunately, this also meant that they got blamed for many of the pranks she pulled. After all, who would suspect her? She was a strait O student, Ravenclaw, who- or so the staff thought- didn't have a trickster bone in her body. Ah, life was good.

But, life will go on, and Nyx was getting tired of not being noticed. She wasn't happy with not getting credit. She needed a change in her life. No more sitting in corners and hoping her world would pass her by. She was not going to sit through her entire life like a wallflower. Therefore, in three, two, one...

Bang! The Marauders were dressed in all silver and green. Now they were hanging four feet above the table. Upside down. Their shoelaces, now neon green, unraveled from their shoes and flew a foot above them, spelling out in careful cursive,

Sincerely, Nyxandriana Brisk.

And, for the grand finale, Black's hair, the one thing he would ever love more than women, was gone.

His screams would echo in the ears of Hogwarts forever.

Professor McGonagall was on her feet, but for once she didn't know what to do. Nyxandriana Brisk was not a trouble maker... But there she sat, a small smile on her face as she gazed at the broccoli on her fork. The professor was astonished, but even as she stood at the staff table, a confused look on her face, Ms Brisk turned her face toward her, and winked, almost imperceptibly.

She braced her shoulders, and marched over to the Ravenclaw table, signaling Professor Flitwick as she went, and they both converged on the silently giggling girl.

Nyxandriana looked up. And, with a bright smile on her face, said, “Hello Professor. I notice that your students still are cursed. I'm sure Professor Flitwick will perform his duties with fervor. Don't dally here when deeds must be done down the way.

McGonagall stiffened, and she nodded to Professor Flitwick. He came scurrying over and led her to his office.

"Well, Miss Brisk, I never would have thought it. One of my students doing something like that... I am very disappointed... and, I'm afraid, a little impressed. Twenty points from Ravenclaw, and detention with Filch this Sunday. Good night, Miss Brisk." and with that, she knew she was dismissed.

She also knew who would be waiting at the end of the corridor.

pottersues @ 2008-06-28T15:54:00

2008-06-28T20:34:09Z

Thank you NightScribe for sending in today's Sue!

TITLE: Untitled
PERPETRATOR: beth-huggles
SUE-O-METER: (awful)

FULL NAME: Beatrix "Bea" Potter. HAHAHAHAHA!
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "copper hair it was dyed of course naturally she was brunette", "styled her hair by giving her layers extra texture with wax".
EYES: green
MARKINGS: make-up. She prefers to put on make-up "the muggle way". She also prefers to wax using "the muggle way". Her "curvaceous size 14 figure looked sexy and her breasts were huge but what did she expect with being a G cup but they held the dress up perfectly as it was strapless". You know, if you get the right size, most strapless dresses can "stay up", even if you have smaller breasts.
POSSESSIONS: "a green tartan puffball dress, she quickly pulled it on and looked for some shoes, she found a pair of black low cut ankle boot stilettos that had a green bottle top print on, she had a pair on every colour they did", "a bold pink and black striped playsuit she pulled it out and got out her bold pink heels with the large black flower on", "lingerie that matched her playsuit", "a black frilly tutu to be accompanied by a bright turquoise t-shirt and a silver waistcoat", "a turquoise pair of low cut stiletto ankle boots which had a silver butterfly on that was defined in black, they were perfect they combined all the colours in the outfit and were still quirky". A "mobile", an Ipod", "moisturizer which it was but she had added lavender oil", raspberry body wash, "GHDs" that she uses to straighten her hair.

ORIGIN: A lovely AU, where the Potters aren't dead, and they have sired a sister for Harry.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Is Harry Potter's sister. She texts Dean Thomas, and joins Bill, Charlie and Fleur on the train from Gordic's Hallow. She flirts with Charlie, and then cries silently when she thinks he is asleep. She is in 5th or 6th year at Hogwarts and is taking "life skills". She catches Ginny pleasuring herself, while rooming with her at Grimmauld Place. The next morning she starts making out with Charlie, and James Potter punches him in the face. She fixes Charlie up, then has a shower, where Charlie walks in on her by accident. Then they decide to go on a date, so she prepares by waxing herself hairless in front of Hermione. Charlie gets to teach "Care of magical creatures, so of course they have to get Dumbledore's permission to date. She cries over lunch (with her parents and Charlie present), and goes to cry in the hallway. Charlie comes to see her and "kisses her tears away". Then he "carries" her "up into her room and placed her upon her bed, he sat next to her and watched as she sat up and looked at him fully with those green eyes that were so enticing, she flung herself at him and drew him into a hug she held onto him as though she didn’t want to let go, she did though and he left her but not before placing a kiss on those inviting lips."
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Mad first aid skillz, which she uses on Charlie Weasley. A unique sense of style, not like Hermione and Ginny. She is very smart.

NOTES: Something about this makes me want to call "Troll", but I can't prove it. It's just bad, and pepper-jack cheesy.

SAMPLE:

Bea woke as she heard footsteps pass her room towards the stairs, she got up and went downstairs to find out who was up, she searched the lounge and drawing room before entering the kitchen, as she did she saw Charlie sat at the table with a cup of tea in his hands she went over to him and sat next to him, she stroked his burn on his right arm again and Charlie looked up as he did Bea leaned into him and took his mouth with her own and kissed him, she felt Charlie kiss her back and put his arm round her waist pulling her closer as he did they heard “Put her down right now” from James, Bea turned round to look at him, she glared at him how dare he interrupt she thought.

James moved round the table until he was next to Charlie and threw a punch at him, Charlie’s face was covered in blood and his nose was out of shape. Bea grabbed a cloth from by the sink and began to clean the blood up of Charlie’s face as she did she turned towards her father and shouted to him “Get out” moments later the rest of the household arrived to find Bea sat on Charlie’s lap cleaning him up and no one else around. Molly was soon over and casting spells on Charlie so as to fix his nose not realizing she was ruining the moment for Charlie and for Bea as well he hoped as his mum finished he looked into Bea’s eyes and saw the disappointment.

Bea got off Charlie’s lap and went over to the aga to make a fresh pot of tea for everyone. Charlie left the kitchen and went up to his room once there he mentally scolded himself, why had he let her kiss him? He knew he shouldn’t have but it had felt so right when her lips touched his they had fitted together perfectly and he hadn’t wanted to let go he knew he should have done he was going to be her teacher and yet he wanted to be with her. It would never work and James would most likely kill him if not literally then he would ensure his heart was broken. Harry would also cause him a lot of pain, but he knew exactly where Harry would come from he would do the same if someone of his own age was dating Ginny and she was the same age as Bea. Charlie stepped into the bathroom and began to wash the blood off his face James could sure as hell throw a good punch.

Back in the kitchen Bea sat at the table with the others why had he left so rapidly she thought had he not liked their kiss she knew he’d kissed her back, could he not stand to be near her, she didn’t understand he was everything she wanted he had the strength and the power of an older man and he would surely know how to please a girl she thought to herself, she left the table quickly and ran to the bathroom on her floor to find it locked she went into her room and picked an outfit for the day something to show Charlie that she wasn’t the girl her father made her out to be and that she was more than capable of returning love.

She looked in the wardrobe that she kept at Sirius’ and the first thing she saw was a bold pink and black striped playsuit she pulled it out and got out her bold pink heels with the large black flower on and went back across to the bathroom and found it unlocked she went inside and had a shower unaware that she hadn’t locked the door, she washed her body with a raspberry body wash which she loved and hoped Charlie would she couldn’t get him out of her mind and she knew she had too, she stepped out of the shower and saw Charlie entering the bathroom he saw her in her naked state and fled.

Bea locked the bathroom door and began to towel dry her body and hair, when she was satisfied that her body and hair were dry, she dressed in lingerie that matched her playsuit and shoes in colour, and then put on her playsuit and shoes, she went into her room and pulled her make up bag out of her handbag, she applied her foundation and blusher before using magic to apply her eyeliner that was the only time she used it when doing her make up, she applied a pink the same colour as her playsuit to her eyelids and applied mascara. She plugged in her GHDs and straightened her hair, she loved to take time doing this for herself in a morning as generally speaking her days were rather busy at Hogwarts and she didn’t have time for herself, she switched the GHDs off, slicked some lip gloss across her lips and took her handbag off the hook as she went out the door.

Charlie was embarrassed for Bea he’d just walked in on her naked in the bathroom, if he was honest with his self she’d looked absolutely stunning but he really shouldn’t be thinking like that, she wouldn’t like him back she was probably teasing him. He went downstairs and found his parents in the kitchen with James and Lilly, he tried to back out of the kitchen but to no avail his mother had seen him.

“Sit down Charles” she told him. Oh dear he thought she was using his proper name he sat at the table and waited for it to start.

“I am know aware of how you ended up in such a bloody state this morning and I have to say i am very disappointed in you, going after a 15 year old girl is unacceptable” Molly stated to him “Don’t you have anything to say?”

“I think I love her” Charlie said in answer

“That is disgrace full” James shouted “She is a child how can you love her? It isn’t possible”

“She isn’t a child, she is a beautiful and intelligent young woman, who happens to know what she wants” Charlie said as Bea stepped into the room.

“I take it your talking about earlier” she said as she took a place next to Charlie, she didn’t look at anyone as she took her moisturizer out of her handbag and started to apply it to Charlie’s burn. When she looked up she saw that everyone was looking at her, she glanced round and saw Charlie’s amber eyes looking at her wistfully, and she reached up and placed her lips on Charlie’s mouth before pulling away quickly.

Charlie took his hand and placed it on her face pulling her round to look at him and kissed her slowly and passionately forgetting that their parents were there, Bea allowed him to deepen their kiss and he slipped his tongue into her mouth and felt his way around before pulling apart, he placed his arm around her waist to let her know he cared. As he looked up he saw his parents and Lilly restraining James.

pottersues @ 2008-06-27T09:14:00

2008-06-27T13:23:23Z

TITLE: I Kissed A Girl
PERPETRATOR: GurlOfTheNight
SUE-O-METER: (awful)

FULL NAME: Maya Jewel aka Hermione Granger
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "teased, and left to lay were it wants"
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: "red lips",
POSSESSIONS: "a black skirt, a red bustier, and a pair of red boots that went up to her knees", "black, and white Bermuda shorts, and a white tank top", Jack Daniels.

ORIGIN: An over hyped # 1 hit song.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Hermione is singing in a muggle bar, kissing the female patrons while she sings, and Severus watches from a dark corner. Obviously he starts making out with her in the bar.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Can sing and dance.

NOTES: Everyone is so smooth and sly, and very out of character. Why would Hermione be parading around on stage? Why would Snape have the urge to make out with her? Why? These questions need answers!

SAMPLE:

The lights go down where the only thing you can see is Hermione in the spot light running her hand into her hair, and down her body singing, "Us girls we are so magical. Soft skin, red lips, so kissable. Hard to resist so touchable. Too good to deny it. Ain't no big deal, it's innocent."

The lights come back on, and Hermione is dancing to the music, singing, "I kissed a girl and I liked it."

She runs her finger over her lips singing, "The taste of her cherry chapstick. I kissed a girl just to try it."

She shrugs her shoulders singing, "I hope my friends don't mind it. It felt so wrong. It felt so right."

She draws a heart with her fingers again singing, "Don't mean I'm in love tonight. I kissed a girl and I liked it. I liked ittttttttttt."

The lights go off all together, and you Hear, "There we have people. Maya Jewel singing her song "I Kissed A Girl."

Everyone goes crazying clapping, and screaming her name. Hermione smiles hearing all them people yelling for her. She goes and changes out of the clothes she has on into some black, and white Bermuda shorts, and a white tank top. She throws her hair up into a pony, and washes off the make up, before walking out of the dressing room, and out into the bar. She sits down, and the Joe the bartender ask, "The norm, or something stronger baby girl."

"Stronger."

He walks a away, and pours her straight Jack Daniels over ice. He sits it down in front of her, and says, "That was one killer song."

Hermione smiles, and nods before downing her drink in one gulp, and says, "Another."

He shakes his head, before turning around grabbing the JD bottle, and handing it to her. She smiles, and kisses the cheek he offered before grabbing her cup, and the bottle, and going, and sitting at her regular table.

She gets back there to see it taken. She sighs, and walks over, and ask, "Do you mind if I sit with you?"

"Not at all."

Hermione gasp, and her eyes get big. She knew that voice. No one had a voice like he had. She sat down, and smiled at him. He smirked back, and she said, "So what brings you to a muggle bar."

"I wanted away from everything, and I find you on the stage singing about kissing girl. Please tell me that is not all you kiss now."

Hermione couldn't believe she just heard what she heard. She finishes another glass of JD, and says, "Hmm. Wouldn't you like to know."

"I actually would."

Hermione raises one of her perfect eyebrows at him. He raises one back at her. She rolls her eyes, and says, "I don't just kisses girls now."

"Good."

Severus leans across the little table, and kisses her. She sits there in shock until he take his tongue across her bottom lip, and she shakes out of it, and opens her mouth, kissing him back.

pottersues @ 2008-06-26T22:08:00

2008-06-27T02:50:05Z

TITLE: My Love is Dead That would be a great Valentine's Day card.
PERPETRATOR: Claudia Vai
BANNER: Oooo, the vampire is like looking into my soul, ONLY IT'S TOTALLY NOT!
SUE-O-METER: (bad)

FULL NAME: Isabel
SPECIES: vampire
HAIR: "long, curly black", "her long, curly black hair fell around her pale face and her bangs hung in her blue eyes."
EYES: "pale, almost transparent, blue". They "glow".
MARKINGS: "thick pink lips"
POSSESSIONS: "a dark, royal green cloak that was fitted and barely touched the ground", "a long shirt with a low neck, tight pants, snow boots and a warm jacket".

ORIGIN: When her parents die, she moves into Hogwarts to live with her uncle. She meets the Marauders and Lily "......on a full moon". Oh puke!
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She is Dumbledore's niece. The Marauders and Lily are all intrigued by her. She shows up in the middle of dinner, and gets to sit with the teachers. The Dumbledore tells them that she isn't being sorted, but wants to stay with the Gryffindors. This makes sense, because most people don't go where they should when they are sorted, anyways. She makes Sirius "horny", then again, a gentle breeze wafting in his bedroom does that to fanon!Sirius. Remus is "hypnotized" by her "glowing" eyes. It probably means they will be paired together, as they are "animals", and will have the most boring sex ever because they are "animals".
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She can fly? She figures out that Remus is a werewolf right after meeting him.

NOTES: Blah! Marauder!Sue, Vampire!Sue, and related to Dumbledore, and yet so boring!

SAMPLE:

The three sat quietly drinking their juices and things started calming down. Most of the younger students had gone to bed so it was only sixth and seventh years that were in the common room. James and Sirius joined the trio in front of the fire. James hugging Lily closely.

“Besides Halloween, Friday the Thirteenth is my favorite time of the year.” Sirius informed the group. “It’s best to scare the pants of kids when they’re expecting something, but don’t know what. That and all the candy.”

“My favorite part is the stories of witches and monsters.” Peter sat on the rug and hugged the bowl of candy close to him.

“Whatever Wormtail, you’re scared to death of those stories, well, you’re scared to death of anything.” Sirius stole a handful of treats from Peter’s bowl. “Speaking of witches and monsters, if you had to be running away from any monster, what would you choose?”

“I think I would want to be chased by a mutant blob, they move slow.” James laughed and imitated what he thought a mutant blob would move like.

“Why would anyone want to be chased by a monster? They’re not even real, there are no such things as mutant blobs, zombies, or vampires.” Lily smirked at James and nudged him with her elbow.

“But there are such things as ghosts and witches and wizards. Why not zombies, vampires and werewolves?” Remus asked thoughtfully. James and Sirius both winked and smiled at their friend.

“Of course, Moony, good point.” Sirius slapped him on the back.

Silence interrupted the common room as the rest of the students left for bed.

“So Isabel, what brings you to Hogwarts?” Lily asked. Isabel glanced at Lily and James, then to Remus and Sirius.

“I guess my uncle wanted me to have a change of scenery, get out and about.”

“I’d say! You look pale!” Sirius joked making Isabel blush and duck her head so hopefully no one would notice. Remus, however, never took his eyes of the blushing girl for a moment. Smiling, he quickly changed the subject.

“Well, I’m getting sleepy. I think I’ll go hit the sack.” He yawned, making almost everyone else in the room yawn with him. “See you tomorrow, Isabel.”

“I think I’ll go to sleep, too. Come on Isabel, I’ll show you your room.” Lily stood, took Isabel’s hand and they walked to the girls dorms.

Glancing back into the common room, she caught the eye of Remus who was also glancing back from the boy’s dorm room door. He smiled shyly and ducked inside. Lily dragged her up the stairs and into a room.

“This is your room, if you need me and have any questions, I’m only two doors down. I guess I’ll see you at breakfast.” Lily began to leave.

“Wait, um, I’m not feeling well, traveling too much I suppose. I think I’ll stay in my room tomorrow and rest.”

“Alright, well, I hope you feel better. Goodnight.” Lily smiled at Isabel and left the room.

Isabel placed the still full cup of pumpkin juice on her dresser and walked to the window. The moon was just a sliver but it shone as bright as it could. The stars glistened around the moon, dancing in the sky. The lake reflected the wondrous scene and a ripple raced through the water as an animal walked through the shore.

Isabel felt worried about the students she just met and their conversation. Did she show any fear when they talked about vampires? Would it give her away? She chewed on her bottom lip and reach out to the window to open it. Climbing outside onto the ledge, all the unsettling feelings disappeared and were replaced with a new one. She was hungry. Starving actually. Not having fed since she left her home.

Jumping out of the window she soared to the ground. Looking around her for a moment or two, and then headed towards the forest. Standing just outside the looming trees, Isabel looked upwards at the waxing moon. Remus suddenly popped into her thoughts.

“Of course, that’s it!”

pottersues @ 2008-06-25T17:19:00

2008-06-26T21:38:55Z

TITLE: Juniper Rose Potter: Pranksers
PERPETRATOR: Lord of the Phoenix
SUE-O-METER: (awful)

FULL NAME: Juniper "June" Rose Potter
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "long blonde hair down to the small of her back, her hair was kind of strange as it has dark red strands intertwined in the fringe and down the sides over her ears. Her hair tied back tight in a triple plate with a blue ribbon tying the tip of her hair, her fringe loose and sticking out, up and down at odd angles, and long tufts running down passed her ears that looked neatly messy."
EYES: "her beautiful teal eyes sparkled with joy"
MARKINGS: "cursed scar is on the back of her right shoulder blade out of sight so no one should know who she is unless she introduces herself". You can't pick and choose where your scars end up.
POSSESSIONS: "some cute dark blue combat trousers held up with her belt, a blue form hugging small sleeved top that revealed her tight, small and slightly toned stomach, black trainers and socks, and a blue hoody with three red strips down each arm left undone. On her right hip attached to her belt a small removable pocket of yellow-brown suede, up her left sleeve attached to her left forearm a wand holster with her wand snugly secure." She has "loads of muggle things at home, like a computer, TV, DVD player, I-POD, a stereo and a bicycle and plenty of other things."

ORIGIN: Harry doesn't exist. Juniper is the "Girl Who Lived", also James and Lily Potter are alive.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She is Ginny's age, and they befriend each other on the train. They pull pranks on people, specifically Draco Malfoy. They are soul mates and magically promise themselves to each other on the train, as well. They have to keep in constant contact with each other. The force of such a deep bond is felt by the Professors at Hogwarts. They are not friends with Ron or Hermione.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She can make a timid Ginny more confident. She "leak[s] an aura of kindness". She is the "cutest, sweetest person [Ginny] had ever met".

NOTES: In this story, Ron and Hermione claim to have saved the "Philosopher's" stone the year before. I would love to know how they did this, seeing how Voldemort could touch Ron and Hermione.

SAMPLE:

Back on the Hogwarts Express Ginny was sitting between Junes’ legs, the blonde girl brushing the red heads hair; it had a calming affect on her. “What kinda shampoo do you use?” asked June sniffing the sweet scent of her friends hair. “It smells like err… um, cherry.”

“Yeah it is,” she agreed. “It’s a natural shampoo; my mum makes it special for me.”

“That’s so cool; it smells really great and makes your hair feel really soft.”

“Thanks,” she giggled. “I can get mum to make some for you if you want, she’ll make any scent you want.”

“Really, that’s cool, my mum doesn’t make things like that,” she replied with a huge grin. “So what do your parents do? My dads an Auror and my mums a part time tutor, though sometimes temps at Hogwarts if a teachers unable or sick or something.”

“My dad he works for the misuse of muggle artefacts office,” she said as June stopped combing her hair and placed the brush down, she began to pull Ginnys’ hair back to plat it like hers. “In fact dads got this weird obsession with muggle things, pretty stupid I think, what could be that interesting that’s not magic?”

June laughed. “I have loads of muggle things at home, like a computer, TV, DVD player, I-POD, a stereo and a bicycle and plenty of other things.”

“You do?” asked Ginny surprised. “I don’t even know what most of those things are.”

June giggled. “Well what does your mum do?”

“Oh, she well, err… um, nothing,” she replied uncertainly. “She just takes care of use all. Ron started Hogwarts last year, the twins Fred and George the year before, and Percy only has three years at school left. The twins are pranksters too so we’ll be competing with them and they’re good.”

“Don’t worry about them,” replied June knowingly. “They’re boys, what can boys do that girls can’t do better? Nothing that’s what.” They both laughed. “So you have a brother with a girly name.” They both laughed again.

“Yeah, he’s a pompous idiot to,” she agreed. “He’s always prating on about ‘the rules this, the rules that’. I bet if the rules said everyone called Percy has to hex themselves once an hour everyday, each hex bigger and worse than the last he would.”

June grinned evilly. “Then we have to prank him,” she said matter of factually.

“Of course the twins often do, and we’ll have to prank Ron too,” she said. “And the twins’.”

“Prank the prankster. Not to mention all the Slytherins that needs pranking.”

“Aha… defenitily,” she agreed. June finished off Ginnys’ hair tying it off and leaving her fringe free though it didn’t spike off like Junes’, her ears were also covered by tufts of hair though shorter than Junes’. Ginny loved it when she saw it in a handheld mirror. The two girls spent much of their trip talking, Ginny now sitting by the window with June laying across the bench with her head on Ginnys’ lap. Ginny sat absentmindedly stroking the loose fringe on her new friends head, it was so soft when she thought it had been gelled to stay the way it did but it just bounced back again.

“Your hairs weird,” commented Ginny after a long silence. “Is that natural red in your hair?”

“Yeah it is,” she smiled. “I don’t know why though. Anyway your hair has tons of different shades of red and orange.”

Ginny nodded with a bright smile. “I wish I had cool hair like yours though. So… um, I forgot to ask, but, you know… do you really have a lightning scar, you know from when he tried to-to well you know…” she trailed off nervous and embarrassed.

June laughed and nodded. “I’ll show you later if you want, in the shower or something, I’m not taking my tee shirt off on the train.”

Ginny blushed but nodded. “Cool,” she said. “We’ll be friends forever right? We get on so well.”

“Friends forever, I promise,” she replied grinning.

“Really? You mean it?” she practically begged with insecurity and loneliness, she hadn’t had a girlfriend before.

June nodded then removed her wand. “I’ll prove it. I Juniper Rose Potter do hereby pledge my love and friendship to Ginevra Molly Weasley my new friend,” she said while looking into Ginnys’ eyes. “Who I am is yours,” she giggled jokingly. “My soul, my heart, um, my body and um, my magic, forever, I promise” she giggled. Nothing happened but the sentiment was nice, though both had been feeling pangs in their hearts ever since they met.

Ginny giggled and pulled out her wand. “I Ginevra Molly Weasley do hereby pledge my love, friendship, my soul, my heart, err, my body," she blushed. "And my magic to Juniper Rose Potter. Who I am is yours, forever, I promise.” The two girls giggled as June sat up; they faced each other and tapped wands together. In that moment some deep confusion settled on the two girls who have been lonely from company of friends their own age for a very long time when a huge burst of wild magic erupted from the two. Crackling out and around them a beautiful and powerful bright pink light, they couldn’t see anything but the others eyes. However, outside the compartment anyone looking their way had to shield their eyes.

Suddenly all was silent except for their beating hearts as they looked deep into each others eyes and souls, then pink light disappeared as if sucked into the two girls’ bodies and was gone. They blinked several times still staring at each other their hearts pounding in their chests, their breathing uneven and ragged.

“W-What w-was that?” breathed Ginny slightly worried.

“I-I d-don’t know,” replied June breathlessly. “Y-you d-don’t t-think we actually j-just, um,” she giggled nervously.

“Gave-gave ourselves away to each o-other?” continued Ginny nervously.

“Um… err, I-I think we-we did,” said June, both girls feeling a slight panic, though oddly at peace. Neither the two girls realised they were holding hands.

pottersues @ 2008-06-24T22:48:00

2008-06-25T03:06:22Z

TITLE: Lynae B Dean !
PERPETRATOR: Cocopups123
SUE-O-METER: (toxic)

FULL NAME: Lynae/Lynnae "Lyn" B Dean. Are you surprised?
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "long brown hair with natural red highlights"
EYES: "big bluish/green"
MARKINGS: "some freckles scattered across her face"
POSSESSIONS: a "tattered old blanket a lumpy pillow and a tiny first aid kit". How responsible!

ORIGIN: America. She shows up at the age of 10 at Mrs. Figg's doorstep. She gets to go to school with ickle!Harry, who is also 10.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Lives with Mrs. Figg, Harry and Dudley take her to school on her first day. "Amazingly", she and Harry have all the same classes on this first day. She bandages up his injured ankle.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Is capable and competent at first aid. Amazing gymnastics skillz.

NOTES: I don't think you can use the excuse "I'm busy with school" on the crap fanfic you wrote and posted today. If school isn't already over for you, it's over this week. There is no excuse. Well, actually, if you are busy with summer school, I could believe this. I've read several stories by Grade 3s that are better than this.

SAMPLE:

Amazingly Harry and Lyn had all the same classes together and were almost able to make through the whole day with out a glimpse of Dudley but they knew it was too good to last because their last class of the day was P.E. and they had it with Dudley and his whole gang. Lyn first noticed Dudley when she was holding the door open for Harry “shoot I forgot we had a class with them” “oh well they were going to found out on the walk home” “true” they then made their way over to the P.E. teachers Mr. Stoneburg and Mr. Blasic so Harry could introduce them to Lyn. After a quick discussion they placed Lyn beside Harry and made her his partner because he was the odd man out. “Okay everyone today was going to play kickball” a bunch of cheers went up “yes Lynnae?” “What’s kickball?” All the students stare at her in shock “you don’t know what kickball is?” yelled one of the students “no I’m new here i’m from America” “well Lyn what did you do in your P.E. class in America?” “well first socks, he was are P.E. teacher he always had us call him by his nickname, he would put a song on and we would run around the gym until the song was over then we got in our role call spots and he would do attendance while we did warm ups then depending on the season we would play soccer, football, baseball, softball, swimming, track, wrestling and gymnastics and other professional sports then we would do warm ups again then run to another song and then we would be dismissed.” “What did you guys do for fun?” yelled another student “well once every two weeks we would have a free for all and we mostly played our favorite sports like for instance some would play basketball others would do track but most of the time we either practiced our gymnastics or have dance offs here this is the first routine I learned I’m going easy cause its been a few months.” Lyn stood up and walked to the far end of the gym straightened her back and started on a backhand spring cartwheel somersault front hand spring back hand spring front hand spring cartwheel rebound and a cartwheel then straight into the splits. Everything was dead silent Lyn suddenly self concious got up and went and sat next to Harry. “when did you learn to do that?” Harry asked her”in second grade” “aren’t you out of breath or any thing” “no” “ okay well we’ll play and you can sit out with Harry and he can explain the rules to you is that okay” “ yeah that’s just fine”. Later on the walk home Dudley and his friends hung around to catch Harry and Lynnae. “ that was amazing what you did in P.E. today Lyn” “thanks Harry its actually really simple I can show you haw to do it once your ankles all better” “okay thanks” “hey Lyn” “ oh hey Dudley and its Lynnae” “ oh sorry. I was wondering if you wanted to walk home with me today” “no thanks i’m walking with Harry today. Bye.” “Bye” Dudley and his friend’s chorus. “Hey Harry do you want to go to the park around the corner with me once we put our stuff up we could do our homework their.” “I cant I have to get home before Dudley does” “you live with Dudley?” “Yeah he’s my cousin my parents died in a car crash when I was one that’s were I got this scar from, what about you why do you live with your aunt?” “My parents died when I was four. I don’t really know what happened my mom and I were playing hide and seek in the house when we heard a car door outside she left me in the house then went to go see who it was I heard a scream then tire taking out of the drive way I waited a little then went out to get my mom but she wasn’t in the yard so I went walking down the street yelling for her I didn’t get very far until our neighbor Jeff came and got me and asked me what I was doing so I told him everything cause my mom always said I could trust him once I finished he took me to his house and he called the cops. A few weeks after my mom went missing they found her body along with several others buried in a park a few miles away after a while they found the killer and I got put in an orphanage cause they couldn’t find any of my family members until a few months ago that’s when they found my aunt and she gladly took me in.” “Oh i’m sorry ““its okay it wasn’t your fault. Well ill see you tomorrow ““okay bye” “bye”