The Potter Sue of the Day

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 22:17:43 GMT

Thanks to the anonymous minion who sent in this Sue!

TITLE: Padfoot's Pride (The Story of Sirius Black's Daughter)
PERPETRATOR: yodudette
BANNER:
SUE-O-METER: (toxic)

FULL NAME: Carter Artemis Black aka you
SPECIES: witch
HAIR: "Long Curly Black hair"
EYES: "Deep Brown Eyes"
MARKINGS: "Slim figure with curves in all the right places. Looks around 16 [but is 13]. Very developed for her age, Gorgeous. Basically a female Sirius."
POSSESSIONS: clothes that are not described in any way. See "Notes" for explanation

ORIGIN: Sirius and Esmerelda had Carter, then Esmerelda went and married Remus, and they have a son together. She is the same age as Harry. No one knows, yet, that she is Sirius' daughter.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She helps out Remus during the full moon like her father did. I don't know how much use a 13 year-old is going to be against an adult werewolf. That is not the least of this stories' logic issues, though. She is best friends with the Trio and will be paired with Harry. She is a third-year Gryffindor.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: "You aren’t an ordinary witch, your known as a Beta. Your the last of your kind. A Beta is a witch that is born an anigmas, can do wand less magic and read other people’s mind. As the Beta magic is so rare many people are after her magic (cough Voldemort cough) so a person close to the Beta becomes the protector. The protector can talk to the Beta through their mind no matter the distance and can feel the Beta’s emotions. Carter’s Protector is Sirius." Her name in animagus form is "Paws". That is much better than the usual: Moonshadow, Vixen, Glitter Star, etc. She is a "prankster", as well.

NOTES: It appears that the Suethor's image codes for the Sue's clothing does work. This means we have blank spaces and no words describing what she is wearing. Nice! This is why you use words to describe things in stories, and not just pictures.

SAMPLE:

“Morning everyone,” I greeted kissing my mum and Remus on the cheek and blowing a raspberry on my 7 year old brothers cheek.

“Morning sweetie, are you already to go?” My mum asked as I sat down to eat.

“Yes mum,”

“Good, Now remember Remus is going to be there so you better behave,”
“Mum, when do I ever miss behave?” I asked before changing into my Anigmas form “Paws” and pulling the best puppy dog eyes I could.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe when you dyed Professor Snape’s hair and skin Pink, when you hung Draco Malfoy upside down in his underwear from a chandelier.” Oh man the good times.

“You’re definitely your father’s daughter.” It’s true I am a mini replica of my dad. With the black looks and my dad’s attitude. Although I can talk to him whenever I want because of my power, I still miss him.
“Well if you’re finished eating should we go?” Remus asked trying to avoid me being sad and dwelling on my dad to long.

“Sure Remus,” I kissed my mum and baby brother goodbye before grabbing my trunk and Remus’ arm before side-apparating to Platform 9 ¾.

“I’m going to wait for my friends, is that ok?”
“It’s fine, I’ll see you at school!” Remus replied before kissing my cheek and leaving to board the train.

It wasn’t long before my best friends ever came up to me. Well more like ran.

“CARTER” Hermione screamed before knocking me to the floor with her hug.

“Hey Mione, I missed you too, but to you mind getting off of me?”

“Oh sorry,” she replied while slowly getting up.

“No problem,” I took the hand being offered and pulled myself up.

“Thanks Harry,” I said hugging my best friend.

“No problem” Once i released Harry i hugged Ron before suggesting to get on the train.

We walked along the train looking for an empty compartment. It was proving to be impossible. I finally found a compartment with only one person in it. Remus.

“Let’s just go in here,” I said

“Are you sure it will be alright, i mean that’s a Professor.”

“It’s Professor Lupin Mione, my step-dad.” I pushed open the door and made my way in and sat next to Remus. Mione sat next to me with Ron opposite her, and Harry was opposite me.

“Do you think he’s really asleep. I need to tell you something?” Harry asked us all.

“Wait for it...” SNORE“Yeah his asleep.” I said with a slight giggle.

Harry closed the door and told us all about how Sirius Black had escaped Azkaban to kill him.

I couldn’t believe my dad had escaped Azkaban, not only that on of my best friends thinks he wants to kill him. My dad wouldn’t do that though. His innocent. I decided to talk to my dad, get some answers.

(A/N: *Means convo in someone’s head or between Sirius and Carter* also when Sirius and Carter talk Sirius is Blue and Carter is Red )

*ARE YOU MAD, HOW DID YOU ESCAPE AND WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME?*

*Hello to you too*

*NOT THE TIME FOR SARCASM DAD*

*Sorry sweetie, and to answer your question i couldn’t stand being away from you anymore and i didn’t tell you cause i knew this would happen*

*Yes dad, make me feel guilty for yelling now why don’t ya*

*You should be sorry, I’ve got a bit of a headache now*

* Sorry, where are you anyway?*

*I don’t really know i’m just kind of going with the flow. Where are you?*

*On my way to Hogwarts, Dad i better go before my friends realise i’m spacing out. I love you Padfoot!*

*I love you too Paws*

I came back by a hand being waved in front of my face.

“Huh, sorry what?”

“Are you alright you were spacing out?”

“Yeah just thinking that’s all”

“Ok.”

All of a sudden the train came to a stop.

“Why are we stopping, surely we can’t be there yet?”

“Dunno, but there’s something moving out there” Ron answered Hermione Shakily. The Glass started to Ice up around Ron’s hand.

“I think something’s coming aboard.” We sat in silence until an old bony hand opened the compartment door and a hooded figure came through. The compartment turned cold and depressing as the hooded figure came closer to Harry and started to suck. We watched in horror as Harry started going rigid. That was until Remus woke up.
“EXPECTO PROTONUM” (A/N: I have no idea how to spell it but you get the idea) Causing the Figure to flee and Harry to collapse. Seconds later he came back around.

“What was that thing?” He asked as i handed him his glasses.

“A Dementor, one of the guards of Azkaban, It was probably searching the train for Sirius Black” Remus replied making a sideways glance at me towards the end.

“Here eat this; it will make you feel better.” Remus said offering Harry some Chocolate. He looked at me before taking the sweet mumbling a “thanks.”

“Now if you excuse me I have to have a word with the driver.” With that he left.

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 04:27:15 GMT

TITLE: Chronicles of Fate
PERPETRATOR: SiriuslyLoveSnuffles
SUE-O-METER: (okay)

FULL NAME: Evangeline "Eve" Tonks
SPECIES: witch
HAIR: light brown
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: small due do being born prematurely.
POSSESSIONS: a wand

ORIGIN: The Tonks' youngest daughter. She is the same age as Harry & Co.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She is in Hufflepuff, and is friends with many of the Hufflepuffs that we know. She is sent to live with Tonks at Grimmauld Place during fifth year. She is going to be paired with Harry.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She could sense that something bad was going to happen at the Triwizard Tournament.

NOTES: This one is just a quiet little Sue, no crazy powers, but a Sue nonetheless. I've seen a few Tonks-sister-Sues around lately. It's very strange. I guess even Sues have trends.

SAMPLE:

Dinner was a bit... interesting, to say the least. Sirius and Molly had a large argument concerning Harry and what was best for him. Seeing both sides equally, I was at a loss of who to feel more sorry for, Mrs. Weasley or my cousin, Sirius.

“I want to know what's going on!” Harry said at once.

Mrs. Weasley looked defeated and said in a strained voice, “Very well, Ginny, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, Eve-”

The twins protested at once and I glared at Tonks. “I should know the reason why I can't be with mum and dad. I have a right to know since you've forced me to stay here all summer.”

Tonks sighed and looked around the table, noticing Sirius and Remus had heard what I said. Sirius nodded, “She's right Tonks. She does have the right.”

As Sirius spoke, Harry turned to me questioningly.

I held his gaze but looked at Molly when she yelled, “Fine! Fine- Ginny, Eve, bed!”

I sat still and met her eyes. “I'm sorry Mrs. Weasley but-”

“She's staying, Molly.” Tonks interrupted with a sigh.

Mrs. Weasley looked furious, her face scarlet. “Fine! Ginny, bed NOW!”

Ginny shrieked in protest and stormed out of the room, making sure she could be heard as she went upstairs.

Sirius leaned forward after a few moments. “Alright, Harry. What do you want to know?”

At once, Harry sputtered questions. “Where's Voldemort? What's he doing? There hasn't been anything on the muggle news and-”

“That's because there's been no suspicious deaths lately.” Sirius interrupted. “Voldemort doesn't want to draw attention to himself, especially now since he has the Ministry right where he wants them.”

I couldn't help but ask, “What do you mean? Where he wants them?”

The others cast me a curious glance but I kept my eyes locked with Sirius'. “Meaning, the Ministry thinks Harry and Dumbledore have gone mad. No one wants to believe he's back. He's gaining more power and he's looking for something, something he didn't have before; something Dumbledore's has an idea of.”

“And usually,” Remus added, hands folded in front of him. “Dumbledore's ideas are accurate.”

“What do you mean then?” Harry asked, quickly. “Something he didn't have before? Like a weapon?”

The adults shared a quick glance, aside from Mrs. Weasley who was furiously scrubbing a pot. “Stop it!” She shrieked, throwing the pot down in the sink violently. “Just stop it!”

She walked quickly over to Harry, “Time for bed, all of you!”

“But-” We started to protest, but she was intent on the conversation ending. “NOW!”

Seeing that none of the other adults were protesting, we all made our way upstairs discontentedly, Mrs. Weasley following us up.

A short while after, I heard talking outside my bedroom door and strained to listen.

“-I just don't want her hurt, you know?” I heard Tonks say.

I looked at the wall, unblinkingly.

“She'll be fine, Dora. Dumbledore will be there. We just need to stay strong.” I heard Remus answer. My eyes widened comically and I bit my lip to keep from smiling.

The voices lowered and I lost what they continued saying until Tonks entered the room and climbed into bed next to me a few minutes later. “Thing for the Professor I see.” I whispered.

Her head snapped to mine and I rolled over so I faced her. Her cheeks turned pink. “He's the kindest man I've ever met.”

My smirk turned into a genuine smile. “He is quite the gentleman.”

Tonks ran a hand through her hair and stared at the ceiling. “He'd never be interested in me, though.”

“Rubbish!” I said, lifting my upper body. “You're the cleverest, most beautiful witch I know!”

“True, true.” She agreed, with a smirk and a wink. I laughed and nudged her shoulder while lying back down.

“Goodnight, Dora.” I yawned, closing my eyes.

She ruffled my hair. “'Night, Eve.”

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 15:04:33 GMT

Thanks to madeelly who sent in this Sue!

TITLE: Abandon
PERPETRATOR: kiskax
SUE-O-METER: (awful)

FULL NAME: Echo Desiree
SPECIES: witch
HAIR: "straight dark auburn hair"
EYES: "the green of her eyes hugged the hazel centres"
MARKINGS: a navel piercing.
POSSESSIONS: an accent, it is a Big Deal. Clothes: "a black leather corset over a fishnet shirt, blue jeans, and black boots", a leather coat, custom robes from Madam Malkin: "Box pleats instead of gathers, gimme a waltzin' length. I want a little ankle to show.” Echo winks at Madam Malkin. “Kind of tailored, three quarter length sleeves." in "Cranberry". She also has an apron in "every-white" with deep pockets. She has an "antique compact mirror".

ORIGIN: Georgia. She went to school at PolyTech Mastery of Magic. She is an apprentice, and is going to be a member of the Hogwarts staff as the Potions Teacher while Snape has a "sabbatical".
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She shows up a Diagon Alley, and tells Snape off for being rude to a clerk in Flourish and Blotts. I've never seen this happen in real life. Have you? She doesn't know that he is the person she has to meet about preparing for Hogwarts. They meet again in the Leaky Cauldron, where we learn that he is begrudgingly attracted to her. Strangely, they talk in her room and then end up sleeping together all within the first day a Hogwarts. During this liaison, she loses her virginity to him, which she tells him about after.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She does not wear robes because they are not "flattering". Well, aprons aren't "flattering" but they keep you from getting messy. Snape tells her that she has to wear robes, and that's that. She is extremely talented at Potions.

NOTES: What is going on with this story? I am having a hard time following what is going on.

SAMPLE:

Echo happily spent the next several hours decorating and settling in. It was cool in the dungeons so she lit a glowing fire. Sitting in contented silence watching the fire settle into a slow burn.

~ECHO, Echo, echo~ Discomposed Echo stiffened slightly and removed an antique compact mirror. Her face giggled out from the mirror. “Real clever. Happy? You got my attention.” Echo asked sharply.

The face looking at her from the mirror pulled into view a framed picture of Snape. As if holding the picture wasn't enough, she stroked it fondly. “You want me to feel guilty? Well, I feel guilty.” Angry she closed the compact, stuffing it into her pocket. Echo brushed tears off her cheek. Why can't you leave me be.

A knock at the door brought her around, “come in.” Snape stepped smartly inside.

“Madam Desiree, we can start on our itinerary tomorrow if you are settled in.” Snape could tell something was wrong. Echo waved him over.

“That's fine, what time is breakfast?” She was not at all interested in addressing her condition.

“Promptly at 7am. If you need anything feel free to ask.” Snape said perfunctorily.

“Listen, Mr. Snape.” Echo began uncomfortably.

“Echo, it's first names, unless students are around.” Snape sat helplessly seeing that she wanted to talk.

“Severus then, thank you for taking me on. Honestly I wasn't sure you would. You must get submissions all the time.”

Shifting slightly, “no actually. I'm a lying traitor. You're probably ruining your reputation in polite circles as we speak.”

“What does reputation matter to me?” Echo waved off his concern.

Thunderstruck Snape demanded. “What does it matter! I should think it makes a great difference to someone quickly on her way to winning Potioneer of the Year.” Echo was rather pleased and surprised. “Oh yes Echo, I've read all about you. Your academic achievement, such an early potions mastery.” Holding up an admonitory finger. “Your work with David Eaton, renown Potioneer; probably the best in the States. It hadn't gone unnoticed.”

Echo rolled her eyes. “I don't want all that nonsense. David is a great wizard and I learned so much from him. Can't tell you what we worked on. I expect he wouldn't have told me, except he knew I didn't want his glory. My goal doesn't include getting famous.”

Snape's mind boggled at the notion. He didn't know a single Potions Master who didn't want to win Potioneer of the Year. “What's your goal, if not glory?”

Snape caught her flinch, before she smiled pleasantly. “Nothing you need to worry about.” Echo stood to release the strain of Severus' probing. Standing by the mantle she picked up a beautiful shiny goblet. The face reflected in the goblet shook her finger at Echo. She reacted jerkily dropping the goblet. Picking it up nonchalantly, replacing it on the mantle.

If Severus hadn't been suspicious before, he was now. “Something wrong with the goblet?” He asked dryly.

“No. It's me I'm afraid. Feeling out of sorts, new place, new people, nothing is familiar to me.” Echo frowned.

“Is there something I can do?” Snape asked cautiously.

“You could spend the night hold my hand. My sister and I shared a bed from day one, all the way up until we got a two bedroom apartment. We came up the hard way, so you share everything. It would be just like that.” Echo seemed cheered by the idea. “Anyway with a big bed like that, I'll feel like I'm lost at sea. Might have to shrink it so it's more comfortable.”

“Echo Desiree, even if you were able to see things that way, which I doubt. I couldn't quite picture myself in the role of your sibling.” Crossing his arms across his chest.

“That's very sweet.” Plopping down next to him, “I'm very flattered.” Looking up into Severus' face wearing a look of delight. “Wanna go get your jammies?” Poking Snape in the side.

“I have no idea what jammies are, and you do realize I'm twice your age.” Snape insisted.

Keenly she examined his face, “you're trying to convince yourself.” Severus grumbled. Echo squirmed closer to Snape and rested her head on his arm. After he reluctantly put his arm around her, she rolled over onto her back with her head in his lap. He looked down into her face. “Please?” Working the comical frowny face routine.

“I am immune, that's the oldest trick in the book.” Snape was smug.

Her face softened, “I'm not.” Severus seemed to be watching her face so intently, he didn't see the hand about to brush his cheek. He didn't look so smug after that.

Sun, 22 Nov 2009 04:20:30 GMT

So, I saw New Moon today. It was better than Twilight, but still cheesy fun goodness. I know some of you are snobs about Twilight *wink*, but I just love cheese. You can't blame me! I do get a kick out of Mary-Sues.

So, in honour of the new film, here's a crazy crossover!

TITLE: Harry PotterTwilight mix
PERPETRATOR: Twilightcat14
SUE-O-METER: (awful)

FULL NAME: Cedric Diggory aka Edward Cullen
SPECIES: vampire/wizard
HAIR: not described. Topaz?
EYES: "dark crimson"
MARKINGS: "ghostly"
POSSESSIONS: a dark cloak.

ORIGIN: "This is the story about what should have happened to Cedric Diggory after he was sent with Harry by the Triwizard Cup to the graveyard! Enjoy!" He died and stayed dead?
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Wormtail "kills" him, but then he comes "back to life" help defeat Voldemort at the graveyard. Everyone from Twilight comes to help. Cedward is glorious. He reveals himself to everyone, confessing his true identity. Then he stays at Hogwarts as Harry's bodyguard, and after Dumbledore dies he becomes Headmaster of Hogwarts!
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Immortal, super-strength, sharp teeth.

NOTES:This is too funny! Maybe it's a troll, maybe it was honest, you can't really say with Twilight fans. ;)

SAMPLE:

3. Reborn

Wormtail roared (with a mix of Voldemort’s voice) “WHERE DID THAT SCOUNDREL GO OFF TO NOW!” A voice came from behind Wormtail. “I am not dead.” Harry recognized that voice! It was Cedric’s, but much more grown up! At that moment, Cedric stepped out from the fog, looking more alive and grown up. His dark cloak billowed around him, making his appearance look more ghostly. Wormtail exclaimed, “But…but how?! That spell kills anyone!!” Cedric laughed and coldly answered, “Not the immortal.” As Cedric’s face was illuminated by the moonlight, Harry noticed a difference in his facial features. Instead of deep, brown eyes, Cedric’s eyes now were a dark crimson color. His whole face was much more pale than before (Harry inferred that happened from Cedric’s return to life). Cedric smiled crookedly. His canine teeth were sharper looking than before. Then he spoke, “Hello Harry. I am no longer Cedric Diggory. My true identity now is Edward Cullen!” Harry stared in awe as Edward leapt on top of TOM RIDDLE’S headstone and smashed the statue in pieces, freeing Harry. Edward helped Harry off the ground after he fell. Harry noticed that his hand was ice cold. Edward lifted his wand and pointed it at Wormtail, yelling, “Expelliarmus!” Harry’s wand was freed from Wormtail, and then caught by Edward. He handed it back to Harry. “You’ll need this,” he muttered. The two pointed their wands at Wormtail, and he finally shouted, “All right! You’ve defeated me! I’ll go back to rat form after-” He quickly pulled out a pitch black skull charm and pressed the middle. Figures in white cloaks appeared. “You’ll have to get through all of the Death Eaters before you escape,” Wormtail sneered as he scuttled away.

4. The Cullens Arrive

The Death Eaters started to close in on Edward and Harry. In a very quiet whisper, Harry asked Edward, “Are we conquered yet?” Edward confidently answered, “No.” He snapped his finger, and every member of the Cullen family appeared. Carlisle, Esme, Jasper, Emmett, Alice, Rosalie, Bella, and Renesmee ascended from behind various headstones. One of the cloaked figures stepped towards Edward and Harry. It took off its hood to reveal Lucius Malfoy. He sneered, “I see that we have some company Harry, Cedric.” Malfoy pointed his wand at Harry, then Edward, but then Bella cut in, “His name is Edward.” Malfoy looked surprised when Cedric was announced as Edward.

“I see. First there’s some Cedric Diggory from Hufflepuff, and then now some Edward,” Lucius spat the name, “with a large family.” A large silence between the two sides was broken by another Death Eater yelling “Avada Kedavra” and pointing the spell at Rosalie. She was shot back fifty yards, but nonetheless harmed as she returned to Emmett’s side. She muttered, “They always have to pick on the blondes,” which was only heard by the Cullens. This time, Emmet sauntered forward to a close Death Eater, smirked, and remarked, “Nice try, but you’ll never defeat us.” With the last statement the killed the Death Eater.

5. The Death Eaters meet their doom

As Emmett wiped the blood off his lips, the other Death Eaters recoiled. Nobody moved, and an eerie howling rose in the distance. Soon, a pack of large wolves obediently joined the Cullens. A fairly large russet wolf stepped to Edward’s side. Harry was completely stunned at the wolves’ sizes. Suddenly, the wolves morphed into a human form, and the one by Edward started to introduce the pack.

“Beware our pack, Death Eaters! I am Jacob Black of the La Push reservation. Here is my pack. Leah Clearwater, Seth Clearwater, Quil Ateara, and Embry Call. Your doom has finally come.” The pack morphed. Numerous Death Eaters yelled, “They’re animaguses!”

Renesmee corrected, “Werewolves, to be exact.”

Lucius Malfoy spat, “Pah! Why don’t they look like that Professor Lupin at full moon?” At that question, a battle broke out. First, Harry was pushed aside by Edward, and protected by the Clearwaters. Next, the Death Eaters threw dark spells at the Cullen’s and Jacob’s pack which didn’t have any effect at all. Loud snaps were heard as the wolves broke each of the Death Eaters’ wands. Every Cullen fell upon the disarmed and terrified Death Eaters and sucked out their blood. Soon all the Death Eaters were lying on the ground, the life washed out of their faces and bite marks at their necks. They were dead. Embry returned in wolf form from a dark forest. He morphed back to human form an reporter, “I’ve successfully killed Wormtail. He was a very gross meal.” The Cullens, wolves, and even Harry laughed as Embry mentioned how Wormtail was killed by him.

6. Cleaning Up

Harry stepped out from between Seth and Leah Clearwater and thanked the Cullens. “You all saved my life back there,” Harry exclaimed. “I knew that Voldemort would have risen by Wormtail’s doings.” Alice tapped Harry on the shoulder. She wailed, “I don’t think that’s the end of your troubles. Look behind you Harry!” Her warning averted Harry’s attention to fifty black figures, eerily floating towards them in the sky. Harry yelled, “Oh crap. Dementors!” The air suddenly got colder around them, and Bella exclaimed, “The D.E. must have summoned them before they died!” Harry pulled out his wand. Edward pulled out his.

“Ready for this,” he asked Harry. He replied, “You bet I am.” Together, they yelled, “Expecto Patronus!” Harry’s stag sprung out the tip of his wand, and started demolishing the dementors. Edward’s patronus took the form of a fierce lion. The rest of the Cullens dumped each D.E. into dug up graves. Soon, the dementors were gone, and the graveyard looked like nothing had happened. Edward turned to Harry and announced, “We shall now apparated back to Hogwarts! Jacob, you can now leave for Forks.” Jacob nodded, and led his pack out of the graveyard. All of the Cullens and Harry apparated when Edward flicked his wand.

7. Reunited

As a loud crack was heard in the Great Hall, Hufflepuff and Griffindor students cheered loudly. The Cullens apparated to a secret room until Edward’s identity was revealed. Hagrid stood up from his chair and rushed over to Harry to give him a hearty pat on the back. He exclaimed, “Harry, my boy! You’re alive and so is Cedric here! We were really worried about you two!” It appeared that Edward went pack to the form of Cedric so that everyone would recognize him. Dumbledore rose from his chair and silenced the cheering. He announced, “We have two winners of the Triwizard Tournament! Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory!” The whole hall cheered, and friends started to run up and congratulate them. Hermione, Ron, Fred, and George crowded around Harry as they took turns. Hermione hugged Harry and exclaimed, “Harry! You’re alive! I thought that you were dead!!” A stream of tears flowed out of her eyes as she hugged Harry harder. Next Ron shouted, “Harry! We’re so glad that you’re alive! We thought that you had been killed by you-know-who!” As Fred and George expressed their congratulations, Harry noticed Cho Chang hugging Cedric (Edward). The whole hall silenced as every student listened to what she said. “Cedric… I’ve never told you how much I love you, and during that long time, a report told us that you died. But now that you’re alive, I will be at your side at all times.” The girls awed at Cho’s sweet note. Just before they could kiss, Cedric (Edward) cut in, “Cho, there is something important that you have to know.” Cho asked, “What is it, Cedric?” He stepped away from her and closed his eyes. He transformed back to his Edward form, which was a foot taller. He snapped his finger, and the Cullens appeared from their hiding place. Everyone gasped as the events took place. Edward opened his eyes as Bella and Renesmee came to his side. He announced, “All people of Hogwarts! Know my true identity as Edward Cullen, with my wife Bella and child Renesmee!” Cedric Diggory was my fake form until I had to protect Harry from Voldemort’s rising.” Gasps rose as the name was mentioned. Everyone watched as Edward introduced his family. Finally, Dumbledore remarked, “I’ve heard that you killed the D.E. Is that correct?” Edward replied, “Yes. They were bound to raise Voldemort’s up again to kill Harry.” The hall cheered as Voldemort’s plot was stated unsuccessful. The only one who wasn’t paying too much attention was Cho Chang.

Epilogue: Happily Ever After? (A synopsis of Harry’s later years at Hogwarts)

So, Edward decided that he would stay at Hogwarts to be Harry’s personal guard. In Harry’s 5th year, Sirius was saved from being killed by Bellatrix. In year 6, Dumbledore died, the Horcruxes were destroyed, and Edward became the new headmaster (Instead of Snape). Ron and Hermione married, and who did Harry wed? Ginny Weasley? No way! More romantic? Cho Chang and Harry! Hahahahahaha. Ginny wasn’t meant to be with Harry

Thu, 19 Nov 2009 03:25:59 GMT

TITLE: Slytherin Princess
PERPETRATOR: Vivian Cole
SUE-O-METER: (bad)

FULL NAME: Caroline Logan
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "long wavy hair, coloured a dark golden brown"
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: "about 5’5, and had a thin, fit frame"
POSSESSIONS: nylons with seams and snakeskin heels.

ORIGIN: A transfer student to Hogwarts from Canada.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Is sorted into Slytherin. Will be paired with Draco.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She doesn't walk, she glides. All males are attracted to her.

NOTES: "This story is assuming that Voldemort never came rose back to power. It will be focussing on the characters and setting (ie. Hogwarts Hogsmede) of the Harry Potter universe. I will also likely make changes to facts in the story. For example give a character a different personality or add in a character that should not exist at the point in the story. Please do not hesitate to ask any questions and I will clear up any confusion in the following chapter."

Why not just write original fiction then?!

SAMPLE:

“Hey Draco!” called Pansy Parkinson. “Aren’t you going to wish me a-”

-

Pansy was cut off by the creaking of the great hall doors opening. In marched Professor McGonagall followed by a bunch of nervous looking first-year students, all anxious to be sorted and begin their time at Hogwarts. Behind them glided in an older student. She had long wavy hair, coloured a dark golden brown. She stood confidently at about 5’5, and had a thin, fit frame. She was not wearing the school uniform, or at least not in its traditional form. She wore a high-waisted charcoal grey skirt, into which was tucked a white ruffled blouse. On top on the blouse she wore a black fitted cardigan, matching her patent black pumps. The small heel on her shoes, along with the back seam on her sheer pantyhose, gave her legs the appearance of going forever. The girl stood out clearly from the rest of the new students and captured the attention of many onlookers.

“Who’s the new babe?” whispered Ron to Harry from the Gryffindor table. The two were ogling the girl shamelessly.

“Don’t know, but I’d sure love to find out. Reckon she’s an exchange student or something?”

“She must be. Pray she gets into Gryffindor, mate.”

“Boys...” muttered Hermione to herself. But she had to admit, she herself was curious about this new student.

-

Several similar whispered conversations were taking place among the four house tables. The chatter stopped, however, as Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and read the first name to be sorted.

“Logan, Caroline.”

The girl in question, the girl everyone was wondering about, as a transfer student was first to be sorted. She strode up to the stool, had the sorting hat placed on her head, and waited. As did every other person in the hall, until the hat shouted:

“Slytherin!”

The silence in the room broke. Several sighs of disappointment were heard from across the Great Hall, particularly from the Gryffindor table. The Slytherins however looked smug, as did their newest member. Caroline stood up, and with a flick of her wand her outfit was transformed. The sweater now sported green and silver accents, and the shoes: snakeskin. She strut to the Slytherin table, took an open seat, and waited for the sorting to continue, all the while paying no attention to the stares that followed her across the room.

“Conroy, Elizabeth.”

“Hi, let me introduce myself. I’m Theodore Nott,” smoothly greeted the boy sitting next to Caroline. “You’re new to Hogwarts?”

Caroline turned to look at the boy who had spoken to her. “Yes I am. My name’s Caroline Logan.”

“It’s very nice to meet you Caroline,” responded Theo with a wink. “And I take it from you’re accent you’re from America?”

“Canada, actually,” she replied with slight disinterest.

“Wow, way up north. I’ll be looking forward to you showing me how you all keep warm up there...” he said suggestively.

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 00:49:51 GMT

TITLE: Falling Into The Abyss
PERPETRATOR: hally
SUE-O-METER: (awful)

FULL NAME: Hally Potter
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: not described
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: none described
POSSESSIONS: a necklace from Bellatrix: "a fine necklace, the chain was black, with a green orb attached invisibly to the chain", "looking really close i could see green and black swirls misting the orb". A short skirt that she wears when Draco tells her to.

ORIGIN: Harry's twin sister. She was retrieved from the house by Death Eaters instead of Hagrid. Bellatrix Lesstrange raised her, apparently. I don't know how this is possible, seeing as she was in Azkaban. At the age of 9 she is sent to live with the Mafoys when Bellatrix is finally arrested and sent to prison. The Malfoys treat her like crap.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Starts Hogwarts with her brother, Draco, Hermione and Ron. She is sorted into "Griffindore". After four years she is friends with everyone in the Order but is worried about the darkness inside of her. She has to go and stay with the Malfoys at this time, where she is paired with Draco. Plays Quidditch on the "Griffindor" team. She is a chaser.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: As a child she was taught advanced magic without the use of a wand.

NOTES: The sample features some horrible understanding about male attention. Just because a guy tells you to wear a short skirt, doesn't mean you should. Young girls shouldn't be fed this message that this is the kind of attention they should be striving for. *climbs off of soapbox*

SAMPLE:

" Are you ok hally? whats wrong?" i shook my head indicating that i was fine. suddenly i felt a hand on my shoulder i turned around to find myself looking into the eyes of severus snape.

" Professor Dumbledore wishes to speak with you in his office at lunch, i'm sure you can guess what it concerns." and with that he swiftly strode out of the hall. once ron had finished his 3 course of breakfast we all made our way to first lesson which just happened to be potions with snape. i felt like sitting alone today so i went over to the furthest desk at the back in the corner.as the room began to fill i realised that i was probarbly going to end up sat by some idiotic slytherin.

out of the corner of my eye i noticed harry trying to hermione from killing ron, it seemed that he had knowingly stolen her parchment and writen all over it. i laughed seeing hermione going bright red has her temper rose. i turned around feeling someone sit down in the seat next to me.

" no! no don't you dare...go and sit with someone else draco...i most definatly do not want to sit by you" draco laughed as i attempted to push draco off his chair. i groaned when snape started the lesson, he told us that we had to work in pairs to produce an exeptable cauldron of wiggenweld potion. me and draco were of course paired together.

" Very good you two!" Snape said as he walked past inspecting our finished result, " very good indeed, i didn't expect you two to be working together so well...well done, five points to griffindore and ten points to slytherin" i tutted at snape's unfair favoritism.

" You know potter, you should really wear a skirt, show a bit more of those beautiful legs you've got down there!"

" what?" i asked shocked.

" Wear a skirt...i hope i don't have to spell it out for you...you do know what a skirt is don't you?!" draco raised his eyebrow at me before breaking his face into a smirk.

" Theres something wrong with you draco malfoy, but none the less, i'll wear a skirt tomorrow...if it will make you happy!" i replied sarcastically. just then the bell went and i grabbed my bag, so i didn't notice draco gladly staring at my arse. instead of going straight to the great hall for lunch i went to dumbledore's office as instructed. i muttered the password and walked onto the gargoyle as he started to move upwards. i knocked on the office door.

" Come in!" Dumbledore called cheerily, i walked into the office eyeing the porttraits of old school headmasters as i went to sit down at dumbledore's desk. he sighed and put his elbows on the table looking me straight in the eyes.

" now...before i start is there anything you would like to say first, anything bothering you?" i shook my head, dumbledore sighed, " very well, i am very sure you have heard the news from somewhere, and yes it is true, Bellatrix lestrange is out of azkaban." i kept looking at the floor. " but i assure you there is nothing for you to worry about."

it was my turn to sigh, " i know professor, but...i am worried." dumbledore nodded encouraging me to carry on, " i assumed that seeing as my four years are up for staying here over the summer holidays, i thought i would be going back to stay at the malfoy's, right now i am hoping to god that i am going to stay at the malfoys!" Dumbledore smiled, " i really really don't want to have to live with Bella...i mean bellatrix again." i went a bit red realising i had use bella's informal name infront of dumbledore.

" i totally understand hally, but from what i hear, she is very fond of you...anyway i assure you that i shall make sure you end up staying with the malfoys...now hopefully i have put your mind at ease, you may go." i smiled a thanks and walked out of the room slightly relieved.

the next day i did indeed wear a skirt, quite a short one at that, underneath i decided to wear stockings, i was most definatly not wearing tights and i wasn't going to just wear nothing! i walked down to the great hall for breakfast with harry...after a while i noticed him gawking at me.

" what?!" i asked smiling.

" ummm nothing" Harry said quickly looking away and closing his mouth.

" Harry! stop it, you're my brother...its weird!" he laughed as we entered the great hall. it was then that i noticed harry wasnt the only one staring many boys from all houses were eyeing me, i laughed and went to sit down by ron and hermione who were both already sat at the griffindore table.

ron stared before saying " wooow! i bet you're annoyed that you're her brother now!" hermione kicked ron in the shin he yelled in pain before scowling at her.

we all left the hall together heading for transfigeration. the lesson was spent learning how to turn one another into different objects...harry ended up being turned into a range of things from a teapot to a full grown pine tree, much to professor mcgonagall's disaproval. after the bell had gone we made our way to potions, luckily i got in first and so went over to sit by hermione. but just as i was about to sit down snape told me that i was to be working with malfoy again pointing at me to go and sit by him.

" mmmmmm, i told you, you look amazing" draco smacked his lips together " very hot" he smirked and slapped his hand onto my thigh. i tutted at him and he smirked at me obviously enjoying himself. at the end of the lesson i grabbed my bag and seeing as i had a free period in which me and harry were going to practice quidich i made my way back to the griffindore commonroom.

we walked together towards the quidich pitch, i was a chaser on the griffindor team. as soon as harry was ready we left the ground. i was helping harry with his seeking, riding infront of him shouting comments...mostly "Harry! hurry up!!!".

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 20:06:14 GMT

TITLE: Who knows..?
PERPETRATOR: Mrs_J_Potter
SUE-O-METER: (toxic)

FULL NAME: Stephanie Leung
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "medium-length black sleek hair, with crimson streaks all through"
EYES: "dark brown eyes"/"chocolate brown eyes"
MARKINGS: "Two ear piercings on each ear", "I’m tanned as I travel a lot to Australia and I’m always around my friends." Being around your friends makes you tanned?
POSSESSIONS: Sue-friends Sanice Embleton, Bella Jones, Cassandra Thompson. Brand-name crap: "Sanice accidentally turned our normal brown suitcases into Louis Vouitton ones. (And also accidentally turned our 1997 Honda Civic into a Lexus.)". She buys a "Firebolt 2000". She has an iPod that plays Stiff Dylans' "Ultraviolet". Her room looks "exactly like the one back home. My wardrobe with all my clothes for the four seasons neatly folded inside, every wall which is supposed to be showing a royal purple colour is covered in posters of Twilight, Gossip Girl, Jonas Brothers and many other Disney stars etc. There’s a piano in the corner with a CD player next to it also my study table with photos of my family and friends and then my bed." Her bathroom is "enormous, clean, white bathroom that had a beautiful deep and long bathtub, and a nice shower with these little fishies on the tiles, two basins, two mirrors and two toilets, and did I mention there was a Jacuzzi in here?" *face smash and rub against keyboard*

ORIGIN: They know about Hogwarts as a series of novels, like everyone else. Then she and her friends get their letters to Hogwarts and magical abilities late. Dumbledore makes an exception for them "because apparently we’re "in touch" with our magical abilities and we have different kinds of magic".
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Her friend has a vision that she is going to be co-Head Girl with Hermione, and Draco is going to be Head Boy. The three of them are going to live in a dorm together. Nice. She meets Draco is Diagon Alley, where she gets into an argument with him about his character while trying to purchase a new broom. At Hogwarts, Dumbledore explains to them that they are actually all descendants of Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw, and there has been a prophesy made about them. The four girls are going to "save us all". They are all sorted into Slytherin, except for Bella who is sorted into Gryffindor to be paired with Harry Potter.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: "rebellious". Plays the piano with her friends in their band called "On the Brinc".

NOTES: Remember how I said that the last Sue had a lot of pepper-jack cheese in it? This one is worse. Like I feel like I have to pay extra for it.

SAMPLE:

"This has to be some cruel joke-," Bella started.

"Look, the only way we know this isn’t a joke is to get in touch with our magic abilities by ourselves even before we get to Hogwarts," I cut through, while giving Bella a "sorry" look for interrupting.

I thought of my bottle of water on my desk, which was on the opposite side of the room, and the next thing I knew was that my bottle was in my hand. We all stared at the bottle in my hand for minutes until out of no where, a massive platter of food appeared right in the centre of the circle.

"Sorry, that was me. I was hungry and you know..." Sanice trailed off.

We all looked at each for a split second then we all started digging in and all the food was gone in 10 minutes as we devoured it all. Suddenly my mum came in just as we were cleaning up.

"Girls, have you seen the dish of food on the dining table? I was just fixing it up a minute ago and when I came back from the toilet then it was gone. Strange, isn’t it?" My mum said dreamily as she went and closed the door again.

We all looked at each other guiltily and then we started laughing non-stop for 5 minutes.

"Whoa!" Cass exclaimed out of no where.

"What happened?" We all asked.

"I just saw Steph being handed a Head Girl badge with Hermione Granger and going into a dorm with Draco Malfoy," She said.

All my friends started squealing as they all know I suffer from fictofillia (A/N: Fictofillia is a disease where you are attracted to a fictional character, mostly from Harry Potter [My friend made it up]) and obviously my attraction is to Draco Malfoy.

"If I was going into a dorm with Draco Malfoy and I was being handed a Head Girl badge with Hermione then.. Draco Malfoy must be Head Boy, and then me and Hermione must be sharing Head Girl" I thought out loud.

"Shouldn’t we be going to get our stuff?" asked Bella.

"Yeah, you’re right, we should get going. Hey, Steph, why don’t ask your mum to drop us off at London?" said Sanice.

"Yes, MUUUM! Can you please drop us off at London? We’ll be staying there for the rest of the summer," I asked.

"Sure, honey. Do you need help with your packing?" my mum asked.

"No, Mrs. Leung, we’re fine thanks, thank you for having us over, we’re staying in a motel for 3 days before we go back to school." Cass said politely even though I knew it was all for show.

We started packing; practising our wandless magic and as we all trudged down to the car to put our trunks in, Sanice accidentally turned our normal brown suitcases into Louis Vouitton ones. (And also accidentally turned our 1997 Honda Civic into a Lexus.)

When we arrived in London, we bade goodbye to my mum and stepped inside the Leaky Cauldron, Tom the barman showed us our rooms and we all gathered in Bella and Sanice’s room and started writing a list about our abilities:

Steph can manipulate people’s minds and is good at Occulmency and Legilimency.

Sanice can transfigure an object into another objects and is good at Occulmency.

Cass can see into the future but we don’t know what the time difference is between it happening and the current day and is especially good at Occulmency.

Bella can find people on maps wherever they are, and is good at Occlumency.

We can all summon things just by thinking about that object.

"Wow, what a day we’ve had. Getting into Hogwarts, discovering our magical abilities and all," Sanice exclaimed.

"But we can’t let people know that we can do wandless magic, I mean I don’t think it’s normal for witches our age to do wandless magic. I reckon we should keep it secret between us, ok? Agreed, everyone?" I said.

"Agreed," they all said.

"Come on, we gotta get some shut-eye, we have to wake up early tomorrow," Cass groaned while yawning.

We all clambered into our beds and thought the same thing before falling asleep,

"This is absolutely incredible!"

Sat, 14 Nov 2009 03:59:05 GMT

TITLE: Oh, boy!
PERPETRATOR: Wildflower
SUE-O-METER: (bad)

FULL NAME: Kana Fujiko aka Daisuke Hayate
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "shoulder-length black hair was now cropped and slightly ruffled"
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: "You could still see me, as Kana, but my once delicate girly features are now, stronger more defined and boyish. My shoulders had broadened and my muscles grew."
POSSESSIONS: a "School Memories" photo album with "photos and Origami decorated the pages". Mmmm, pepper-jack cheese tastes so good. A Sue-friend named Beth.

ORIGIN: She is Japanese, so the story is littered with Japanese references. After drinking what she thinks is Felix Felicis, she is turned into a boy. Now that she's a boy Sirius Black is "giving her the eye". She likes this.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Wants to bone Sirius Black. Is a grandmother figure to Rose Weasley. She calls her "Obaasan". She was in Hufflepuff, and is a chaser on the Hufflepuff quidditch team.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Tries hard not to be a Sue: "I'm a little lazy, stubborn, sarcastic, unsmart, a little clumsy and I guess now, annoying".

NOTES: I don't find the writing bad or cheesy, just the idea.

SAMPLE:

"AHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed, panicking, I placed my hands on my face and then started patting around my neck and then onto my hair. My shoulder-length black hair was now cropped and slightly ruffled. You could still see me, as Kana, but my once delicate girly features are now, stronger more defined and boyish. My shoulders had broadened and my muscles grew. “Oh no! Holy shit, no! Beth!”

Beth had stood up and was looking just as shocked and confused, “I don't think it was Felix Felicis in that vial.”

“No shit!” I shrieked spinning around, “Look at me, I'm a dude!”

It was then, that Beth began howling with laughter, I didn't think it was very funny.

“I-I'm s-so s-sorry K-Kana!” Beth gasped in between laughs, “A-and y-your i-in a s-skirt!”

I looked down and sure enough I was a boy, in a skirt, lovely! My uniform was also now too small for me, my blouse was nearly bursting at the seams, my stockings were covered in ladders, I looked and felt completely stupid. Growling I stormed towards the boys dorms.

Beth rushed after me still chuckling. “Don't go up there looking like that, I'll go get you some clothes, and then we'll go and see Slughorn.”

I nodded, folding my arms I sulked. Why me?! Taking the vial out of my pocket, I tried not to crush it with my now big boy hand. It was all this little shits fault! Beth soon came down with some robes. After handing them to me, I hid behind one of the huge yellow drapes to get dressed. I took off my top quickly, but that was the easy part, when it came to taking off my skirt, I was worried to what I was going to be met with.

“Please ...” I begged, taking a deep breath I unzipped my skirt and pulled it down, sure enough, it was there. Pulling down my pink underwear I nearly cried … how absolutely disgusting!

“Um, are you ok?” I heard Beth ask with concern.

“No! I've got a thingy!” I said in despair.

“What? A thingy?” Beth fell silent for a second, and I could imagine the realisation dawning on her face. “Are you serious!”

I squealed and tried to cover myself, as the drape was pulled away, and a excited Beth appeared.

“Beth!”

“Let me see!”

“No!”

Beth began laughing histerically, “Oh come on!”

But she managed to pry my hands away, and I blushed madly while she stood there, eyes transfixed on my new body part. “Wow...so that's what they look like!”

“Yes!” I pushed her away and wrapped the drape back around, “Now let me get dressed!”

After I got dressed, we made our way to Slughorns office, Beth was still giggling beside me.

“Beth, it's not funny, I'm going to be in so much trouble!” I said sadly.

“Its going to be ok Kana, you'll be changed back in an instant.” Beth assured me.

“God I hope so, I don't like this voice, ” I said, “The only thing I like about this, is the robes, they're very comfortable, who did ya borrow them off?”

“Brian McDonald, he was the only one who didn't ask twice for what I needed them for.”

“Good, at least it wasn't Ben.” I mumbled. When we arrived I was excited to be changed back to myself, luckily Slughorn was still up when we knocked on his door.

“Come in!” his muffled voice beckoned.

“Ahh, Miss O'Callaghan,” he said addressing Beth fondly, Beth was in his 'Slug Club', unfortunately for the rest of us, who were not blessed with the talent of potions, we were ignored. So I wasn't surprised when he looked at me and didn't know who I was; boy or girl it wouldn't have made a difference.

“And you are?” he asked, without interest.

“Kana Fujiko.” I answered.

“Uh, yes, hmmm,” He turned back to Beth, “And what seems to be the problem?”

“My friend here has a problem,” she gestured to me, and it looked as though she didn't know how to put the entire situation into words, “Um, he's-she's a girl.”

Slughorn cocked an eyebrow, “A girl?”

I nodded, “Yeah, a girl! I was changed by a potion I thought was Felix Felicis and now I'm this, I'm sorry I didn't mean to steal it out of your cabinet!”

Slughorn began laughing, “Oh dear, you should know none of those potions are actually the real thing, I place ones like these in their place, because I know as soon as I announce next weeks lesson, students as mindless as you would go meddling! You are lucky you didn't get the one that makes you grow elephant ears!”

My mouth dropped in aghast, so Slughorn wasn't so dimwitted after all.

“So is there a way to change her back?” Beth asked with hope.

Slughorn nodded, “Of course.”

I never felt so relieved in my entire life. “Oh! Thank God!”

“Yay, see I told you Kana!” Beth said happily.

Slughorn chuckled some more, and to tell you the truth I didn't like it at all. “Yes, but you see, in order to punish students who break the rules, I don't make the antidote immediately.”

“WHAT?” I bellowed, “NO WAY!”

“Some take a month even six to brew...” Slughorn continued, as tears welled up in my eyes, “but luckily for you, Turnligus Manilus which is similar to the Polyjuice potion, only takes seven days, I'll begin immediately.”

“No way...I have to stay like this for a whole week!” I said, starting to sniff, Beth hugged me.

“I'll contact Professor Sprout and she can deal with you, I've done my part.” Slughorn said briskly, and picking up his quill he began writing a note. Professor Sprout arrived five minutes later, looking unimpressed.

Tue, 10 Nov 2009 05:19:51 GMT

TITLE: goddesses of the moon (harry potter story)
PERPETRATOR: somebodys15angel
SUE-O-METER: (toxic)

FULL NAME: Serena McGonagall.
SPECIES: Goddess/Daughters of the moon.
HAIR: "short la-yered brown hair with blond streaks straight"
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: a scar from where her abusive father hit her on the chin.
POSSESSIONS: "a red halter top and jean shorts". A sue-friend named Jimena a, who has a tattoo below her belly-button. A moon goddess amulet that emits energy whenever a "follower" (bad guy) is near.

ORIGIN: McGonagall's granddaughter. She comes from the States to help find Hermione and Kina the other moon goddesses. They were sent to protect the earth and have some bad guys called "Atrox" chasing after them.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Has some sort of grand mission regarding protecting the earth and fleeing danger. But really she is paired with Oliver Wood mostly. But it turns out that Oliver is actually the bad guy and this Stanton person is not-so-bad?
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She can read minds. Knows kung-fu.

NOTES: Glitter should never be used in this quantity: "She pulls a red satin halter out of her closet and a red skirt with gold pleads in it and she changes. She rubs gold and red glitter all over her arms and legs and chest and she puts some around her hair line and she puts gold eye shadow on and paints flames down her arms and legs and she puts gems a crossed her hair line and one on each corner of her eyes. She turns to see Kina in the doorway in a pink dress that ends just above her knees that has a bunch of layers on the bottom that comes to points in different shades of pink and purple she has pink and purple glitter all over her legs arms neck and a glitter star on her cheek and she painted vines down her arms and legs. They put their shoes on and walk out to see Hermione in a light blue satin tank top and skirt with darker blue on the bottom and a dark blue scarf tied around her neck with blue glitter all over her and some through her hair. She has blue and silver flames up her legs."

SAMPLE:

Stanton starts walking towards her and she backs up against Oliver and pushes him back.

Serena: Oliver, run.

Oliver: I’m not leaving you here.

Serena: if you see anyone else coming towards here, run back to the castle.

She walks forward and so does Stanton. He tries getting into her mind but she is ready and pushes him out forcefully. He stumbles back not expecting it. He recovers and walks towards her and goes to throw a punch at her but she catches his fist. She goes to high kick him and he catches her ankle.

Stanton: nice legs goddess.

He throws her leg to throw her off but she works with it and spins making it into a roundhouse kick and she gets him a crossed the face.

Stanton: I didn’t know goddesses could fight, I thought they were around to look pretty and play with powers.

Serena: yeah well, I would love to stick around but I gotta go.

She takes her amulet and points it at him and the light makes him stumble back. she turns and grabs Oliver’s hand and they start running.

10 MINUTES LATER

Serena slows down when the run onto the grounds and she stops and sits down breathing hard. Oliver sits beside her catching his breath staring at her.

Serena: he was a follower, have you ever herd of the atrox?

Oliver: yes, I thought it was a myth.

Serena: it’s not.

Oliver: I know all about that myth, and the followers and their powers and what they do, but it also said that there were goddesses, daughters of the moon sent here to keep the earth safe from it.

Serena: that would be me, well one of us.

Oliver: so everything you told me about your father and mother was a lie?

Serena: no. that was all true, we were born mortal, human, as babies and grow and live just like anyone else, we just have powers that we use to fight evil.

Oliver: why didn’t you tell me?

Serena: because it could put you in danger. The only other people that know are my grams, Conner, Jimena, Hermione and Kina.

Oliver: so everyone you know but me.

Serena: Oliver, my grams is the one who told me what I am, she knew before I did, my brother found out when he found Jimena and I fighting a gang of followers and Jimena, Hermione and Kina are the other 3 goddesses.

Oliver: oh.

Serena: yeah.

Oliver: each goddess has a power, what’s yours?

Serena: telepathy, I can read peoples minds and hear their thoughts and memories.

Oliver: and Jimena?

Serena: she has premonitions, and Hermione can travel through time and Kina can become invisible.

Oliver: this is so weird.

Serena: please don’t think of me any different, I’m still the same girl, I just dress up like a goddess and fight evil in my spare time.

Oliver: it’s totally different Serena, you can read my mind, and you can know what I’m thinking before I do. You battle things that I could never imagine, you’re like this Amazon goddess that every girl would dream of being and every guy would dream of having if they knew you existed.

Serena: I’m still the same girl you bumped into a month ago.

Oliver: I knew there was something that you weren’t telling me but I never knew it was something like this.

Serena: Oliver, I like you, the fact that I’m a goddess doesn’t change my feelings and I was hoping it wouldn’t change yours.

Oliver: I need to think, I’ll see you later.
He stands up and walks away.

Sat, 07 Nov 2009 21:30:40 GMT

Let the OOCness continue!

Thanks to blazzano for sending in this Sue!

TITLE: Ginny Weasley: Supervixen
PERPETRATOR: thebartender713
SUE-O-METER: (toxic)

FULL NAME: Ginny Weasley
SPECIES: Supervixen?
HAIR: red
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: none described
POSSESSIONS: a "maple, with Dragon Heartstring as the core","Black knee high combat-like boots, a short black pleated skirt (for extreme freedom of movement), a black tank top and black outer robes", a second wand: "ebony with phoenix feather", and then Harry's wand.

ORIGIN: Harry is killed, Hermione refuses to fight because she'd rather be "a crooked politician", a pregnant Ginny goes in to take on Voldemort. The ceiling crashes in, he dies and she is in a coma for seven months. When she wakes up she takes charge of her care, and denies access to anyone who might be reporting to Hermione.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Hermione was going to use Exavier Potter as a tool to stay in government. So, Ginny had the baby in secret and then sent it away to India to live. Ginny pretended that a transfigured pillow was her stillborn son. Hermione doesn't believe her, of course. After she rehabilitates from her coma and pregnancy, she leaves to go find Voldemort. She wants him to be the "outlet for her rage".
SPECIAL ABILITIES: A "powerful" witch.

NOTES: Annnnddd I stopped reading when it got to the scene with Draco. I was just too squicked. The end.

SAMPLE:

I laid back on my bed and sat obediently while Elsa checked and re-checked my vitals, then began fluffing my pillows. This is how life went for the next month and a half, and as time went on, Elsa began to love me- and I began to trust her. Things were going fine, until Hermione paid me a visit.

“GINNY! Oh, Merlin, Ginny, I was so worried about you!”

I glared at her. Hermione had never been good at lying, and I could see right through her where others couldn’t. She didn’t give a damn about me- she only cared about my baby and using it as the next savior. Using it to guarantee her the popular vote next year.

“Can I help you?”

“Ginny, you know I’ve been worried sick. Elsa, do you mind leaving us for a moment?”

“No, Minister,” Elsa said obediently as she headed to the door.

“She mayn’t, but I do. Stay, Elsa, please. Have a seat and help yourself to some tea. Take a break.”

“Thanks, Miss Weasley.”

I turned to Hermione, who was frowning. “You were saying?”

“Ah- yes, worried sick. The whole wizarding world has been asking about you for months, Gin. They need to hear you’re all right. You should have seen the reaction when they found out the baby lived! So many gifts, Gin, I’ve never seen the likes of it!”

“Send them back.”

She laughed. “Oh, Ginny, you know I couldn’t do that. They’d be so heartbroken. If you don’t feel comfortable taking them, just donate them anonymously.”

“You know damn well that isn’t what this is about, Minister.”

“Minister? Come now, Ginny, we’re best friends! You don’t need to call me ‘Minister’!”

“Oh, don’t I? Correct me if I’m wrong, but I was under the impression that my so-called BEST FRIEND apparated away that night Harry died, right outside Voldemort’s lair, leaving me to handle it on my own!”

Elsa gasped, dropping her teacup. It smashed as it hit the floor, and she repaired it with a hastily muttered ‘Reparo’ and a “Sorry.”

Hermione flushed. “Ginny, I couldn’t stay. You know that. There was work to be done- I couldn’t leave the Ministry to its own devices- you know what Fudge was like!”

“I do! And that’s why I thought YOU, of all people, would have understood that Voldemort needed to be taken care of THEN! If you had stayed, we might have won. Five minutes earlier, and we could have saved Harry. Getting through his guards was what ruined me- if I would have had your help, we could have WON! Without the threat of Voldemort, any lame-ass Minister would have sufficed, even Fudge!”

“Now you’re going too far!” Hermione cried, clenching her teeth. “The productivity and population satisfaction of the Ministry has increased by 48 from the time I took office!”

“Satisfaction that you’re going to give the world another Harry to sacrifice, you mean!” I spat.

Elsa sat, fiddling silently with her teacup, pretending to fill out paperwork. But I could see she was listening intently. That was what I had planned on.

Hermione stood, fuming. “You know I had no choice but to let them believe that. I know the prophecy said only Harry could defeat him. What better logic could they follow than to think that one of his heirs would be the one to rise up and provide Voldemort’s downfall?”

“So you’re letting them believe a LIE, just to secure your position of productivity in the Ministry of Magic?”

She lifted her chin, but said nothing.

“You’re worse than Fudge ever was, Hermione. Now get out before Elsa has to escort you for raising up my blood pressure to dangerous levels.”

She stalked to the door, but turned back for one last attempt at saving her reputation with me.

“You can’t prove that your child isn’t the next savior, Ginny. You and I both know that.”

“You’re right, Hermione, I can’t. I just have an entire prophecy backing me up that says it was Harry or none!”

“Dumbledore’s pensieve won’t count as evidence. You still can’t prove it.”

She left, and slammed the door behind her. Elsa was at my bedside in an instant with her wand and a calming draught.

“Miss Weasley?” she timidly began.

“Go ahead and say it, Elsa. You won’t ask me anything I don’t already know.”

“Would she really do it, Ginny?” she asked, giving up on propriety and using my first name from the stress of it all. “Would she really use your baby as a poster child for the Ministry, even though she knows that it has no more hope of defeating Voldemort than I would?”

I sighed, and pulled Elsa in for a hug. “Never underestimate what a brilliant woman will do to push through the glass ceiling, Elsa. Most of all, never underestimate Hermione Granger.”

Elsa nodded, fervently. “But can we do anything? Can we stop her?”

“Only a stillborn would stop her, Elsa, and you said yourself that the baby is as healthy as can be expected.”

Elsa paced the floor, her yellow robes (now with lime stripes) glittering in the sunlight that streamed through my window.

“We could get rid of it. Send it away. Transfigure a pillow into a stillborn baby to show as proof that it died during labor. I’m the only one that would know. I couldn’t live with myself if that poor baby was sent to death because of a politician’s desire to remain in office.”

I sat up as straight as I could in my bed my belly bulging more than ever. “Could we, Elsa? Would you do that for me?”

“I’d do anything for you, Miss Weasley. Since you made me your exclusive caretaker, I’ve had offers from around the globe for positions in some of the most secular hospitals available. It would be the least I could do.”

“Elsa, I would be forever indebted to you if you would try.”

“No, Miss Weasley. ‘Try’ is not in my vocabulary. I will make it happen.”

Two weeks later I was induced into labor at three in the morning, with only Elsa attending me, just as we had planned. The baby came out alive and healthy, not that anyone would ever know. We had everything cleaned up and situated before the night guard even realized I had been in labor. I sat on my bed, crying and holding a bloody pillow, transfigured to look exactly like my real baby- only still and not breathing. The paperwork had been forged to look as though I had started having pregnancy complications just after the Minister’s visit to me in my rooms.

Let Hermione have that on her conscience. See if she keeps her popular vote once that gets out into the public.

As the graveyard shift security guard tried to console me in my apparent grief, Elsa slipped out with the rubbish from the labor to take it to the bins. My baby had been concealed inside, wrapped in clean sheets. As soon as she reached the hospital’s private rubbish dumpster, her cousin appeared out of thin air, awaiting her and the baby we had hidden in the rubbish bag. Within a blink of an eye, she, and my baby, was gone. Safe and hidden in India where no one would look for them.

I knew I would never see Exavier again, but at least I would know he was safe, and away from the Ministry’s plans to turn him into a warrior toddler.

It didn’t take long for Hermione to show up in her Ministry of Magic glory, ready to christen the baby and claim him a savior on behalf of the wizarding world. All she found was the stillborn transfigured pillow. She grieved appropriately for the public eye, praised me for my courage and granted me a healthy stipend for my efforts against Voldemort on behalf of the Ministry. After all was said and done, she was alone with Elsa and I before she let her true colors show.

“I know you did something with that baby, Ginny. I may not be able to find any hexes, spells, or jinxes on the body we buried today- but I know that was no baby. You did something, Ginevra Weasley, and I know it.”

I could have taken so many roads. I could have been enraged. I could have thrown a postpartum fit. Instead I glared at her.

“Prove it.”

She swept from the room, muttering curses.

Over the next six weeks, Elsa helped me through physical therapy as I regained strength from finally being out of my comatose state, and not having the extra thirty pounds of baby to carry around. I trained day and night, pushing my body to the limit, and soon I was back to my old self again, and Elsa was off to take a position in Australia. I packed up the articles of clothing I had arrived at the hospital in some nine months earlier. They weren’t fit to wear, but I wanted to keep them. I pulled on the clothes I had had Elsa buy for me, pleased with the effect. Black knee high combat-like boots, a short black pleated skirt (for extreme freedom of movement), a black tank top and black outer robes.

“Where will you go, Ginny?” Elsa asked, as she signed the final paperwork.

“I’m going to find Voldemort,” I replied. “And when I do, he will rue the day he ever heard the name Ginevra Weasley.”

Elsa smiled and nodded. “I believe in you, Gin. You deserve the revenge. Go and take it.”

I hugged her. “Thank you for everything, Elsa. I’ll never forget you.”

And with that, I was off. I was pissed, and Voldemort was going to be the outlet of my rage.

Fri, 06 Nov 2009 05:29:07 GMT

TITLE: The Demon Lord
PERPETRATOR: Dark Dragen
SUE-O-METER: (toxic)

FULL NAME: Harry Potter, the Demon Lord. LMAO! I'm picturing skinny little Harry as a demon!
SPECIES: demon
HAIR: red
EYES: He doesn't need glasses anymore. "his eye although still green, had a hint of red in them"
MARKINGS: black wings, muscles, "his facial features were now more defined and better looking", his scar is gone.
POSSESSIONS: a "Power Ritual book" that he uses to unlock his demon powers.

ORIGIN: Typical "Woe" backstory complete with abusive uncle!
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Hates everyone. The pairing at ff.net says he'll be with Daphene Greengrass.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Super-hot. Can change how he looks and his gender at will.

NOTES: A penis that is "now thicker and about nine inches long". I'm imaging Genoa Salami size. He'll clearly need some sort of supportive device. A male must have written this story, hands and giant penis down.

SAMPLE:

When Harry opened his eyes next, it was early morning and he felt sore from the ritual that he had done the night before. When Harry sat up and looked round, he saw that Hedwig wasn’t in her cage, he suspected that she was hunting somewhere. Now as he got up and looked down at himself, he was amazed at how much his muscles had toughened up. His body wasn’t that bad to start off with his Quidditch training had taken care of that, but after the ritual, he would have to beat the girls away from him with a stick. And from the size of the bed, and where his knees were, he realized that he was at least two feet or so taller than he was before. When he looked in the mirror that he had in the room, he saw that his facial features were now more defined and better looking, his eye although still green, had a hint of red in them, his hair was red instead of black. As he looked down at his body, he saw that his manhood which used to be six and a half long was now thicker and about nine inches long… Harry smiled at himself at this. As he looked at his forehead, he saw that his famous lighting bolt scar - to his great delight - was gone. Harry liked this new look of his, as it made him look different, no longer like the Boy-Who-Lived. He now could go to places like Diagon Alley, and people wouldn’t stare at him. Now as he looked closer at himself, he saw, to his great surprise, that he now had wings. As he put his right hand through them, it felt like light feathers, and wondered if he could fly with them. All in all, Harry liked the changes that the ritual made and wondered if it had made any other changes that he didn’t know of. But there was something in the back of his mind that was worrying him, he didn’t know what it was, but he felt it was something big. But he put it to the back of his mind, until he could figure out what it was.

But for now he had something else on his mind; his new look. Although he liked the new look, he was worried what his relatives and the Order would think, and ask how it happened. He didn’t want the Order to know it was the ritual, as he knew that they would want to know what the ritual was and try to undo it. He was wishing that he was a Metamorphmagus like Tonks so he could transform into his old self again, when he felt his body was altering. It was an old feeling, with his skin and bones were becoming smaller, after a few seconds, in the mirror staring at him was his old self, and the black wing had gone. The only thing Harry could think to say was “Wow,”

He couldn’t believe it, Harry wondered if he was only able to turn from his old self to his new self, or if he was something like a Metamorphmagus. Remembering what Tonks said that a Metamorphmagus needed to picture who they want to be and concentrate in the change. So doing that he thought of changing his hair to make it longer and green, after a few minutes of concentrating on the change, he was able to make his hair longer and green. Seeing that he could do this, he tried a few other things, like different hair colours and length, and then he went with changing his eye colours and then his facial features. Harry wondered if he really was a Metamorphmagus like Tonks, and the ritual made it easier to change. But then after he thought about it, he couldn’t be one as if he was he wouldn’t be able to change his height like he did by changing from his new self to his old self. From what Tonks told him, a Metamorphmagus can’t change their height that much maybe an inch or so, also they can’t change their sex either. So with that in thought, he started to change his height by a foot or so if he could do so, and he was happy to find that he was able to do so. Next was to see if he could change his sex, ‘If I can change sex, there’s nothing that can stop me going up the girls dorm back at Hogwarts and have some fun.’ Harry was shocked that he thought that, as he wouldn’t normally think like that, but yet he couldn’t help but agree with the thought, and that worried him.

Anyway, putting it out of his mind for now, he tried to turn into a woman. Slowly he started to concentrate on what makes a woman a woman, their pussy, breast and everything else that makes up a woman. Within a few minutes of concentrating on this, his body slowly started to change. At first he felt his hair glowing longer, and then he felt a strange sensation with his chest. When he looked down, he saw a pair of breasts forming. As Harry was admiring the forming breasts, he suddenly felt a strange painful sensation were his manhood was, or more like used to be. When Harry placed his hands where his manhood used to be, he found that instead of his manhood he found it was replaced with a woman’s pussy. It took a few moments for Harry to get over the shock at what has happened, it was one thing to think of becoming a woman but it was another thing all together to become for real. When he did get over the shock and looked into the mirror, presently surprise at what he saw. Instead of a naked skinny blacked haired boy that he was, he saw a very attractive, longed haired girl with green eyes, with a hairless pussy.

Harry couldn’t believe what he was seeing; he was truly surprise at this and started to examine himself - what male wouldn’t do this if they suddenly become the other sex? He started to caress his new breasts with one hand, whilst with his other hand he started to feel his pussy. Soon he started to feel hot and bothered and started to caress his breasts even more firmly, and started to put two fingers in and out of his pussy. Over the next few minutes of doing this, he let out a great cry as he got hit with a powerful orgasm.

As this happened, Harry was shocked at himself at what he did, but yet he also enjoyed and realized what a woman felt when they were hit by an orgasm. Breathing heavily, he took a few deep breaths to calm himself, and as he was doing so, he thought about doing people’s voices. When he got over the orgasm, he got an idea of changing into people he knew and try to see if he could do their voices, to see if he could. So over the next hour, Harry changed into different people and tried to do their voices - he changed into other people to help him recognize the face with the voice. Harry was having fun over the next hour, guessing what people looked like without clothes, whilst he tried to copy their voices. He was glad to see that he could do so, with the females he stayed in that form for longer then the males which he changed to another once he got the voices done. He was glad that this was one of the outcomes of the ritual and wondered if there were anymore fun ones he didn’t know about.

Tue, 03 Nov 2009 04:10:51 GMT

TITLE: Descent from the Heavens Here is the Rewrite.
PERPETRATOR: invisible-gurl
SUE-O-METER: (bad)

FULL NAME: Aisha
SPECIES: wind goddess
HAIR: "waist length wavy golden blond hair"
EYES: "clear emerald eyes"
MARKINGS: none described
POSSESSIONS: nothing as of yet.

ORIGIN: Is being exiled from heaven, and wants to help the mortals.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Loves Remus Lupin. Dumbledore gets her to join the Order.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Immortal

NOTES: Sparklypoo! I love you!

SAMPLE:

“Wow… this is so cool…” Aisha exclaimed, looking around, wide eyed, like a small child. It’s been over a hundred years since she’s last stepped out of heaven, and while she’s seen all of it when she observed from her cloud, it just doesn’t seem the same. She turns in a small circle, giggling to herself, thoroughly happy with herself even though she was just ‘exiled’. This was wicked – in the not evil sense- !

Bouncing from one shop to the next, she studies the various items on display, completely not looking where she was going.

“Oomph…” she muttered, as she bumped into someone and fell on the ground. Looking up as she carefully got up, she saw who she bumped into and began to bow profusely.

“I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” She said, still bowing.

“Haha… don’t worry about it child.” *insert pout from Aisha here ‘Child? Who the heck does he think he is? I’m probably old enough to be his grandmother!’ * “I’m not hurt at all… but you should be careful and watch where you’re going next time.” the old man said merrily, his blue eyes twinkling.

‘Hey… isn’t this that guy that runs that school… what was it called again? Woghart’s? Mogwart’s?... hmm… no that doesn’t sound right… hmmm…’ Aisha completely tuned him out at this point.

“Child? Are you ok?”

*twitch twitch* “Can you please not call me a child? I’m old enough to be you grandmother!” Aisha snaps. Old guy’s eyebrows go up. Aisha’s eyes widen in surprise and mortification. “Oops.”

“Perhaps we can talk this over tea?” old guy says pleasantly.

“Err… can we not? Just pretend you didn’t hear that or something… I’m in a hurry to look for a place to live…” she says, backing away slowly, attempting to run.

“Nonsense, child, we’ll discuss this over tea.” Old guy’s eyes twinkle madly as he drags her into an alleyway.

“I don’t talk to strangers.” She says, still attempting to leave without seriously hurting the poor fellow.

“I’m Albus Dumbledore” Dumbledore says happily, conveniently ignore the fact that she was uncomfortable with him. “Now don’t move around so much or you might splinch(?) yourself.”

“What --?” Aisha stops for a second, looking at him weirdly.

*pop*

“Huh? Ok, what the heck was that? Where are we?” Aisha asked, feeling a little sick to the stomach after disapparating.

“We’re at the Leaky cauldron. Follow me… err…” Dumbledore said, still in his happy-go-lucky mood and finally realizing that he never go the name of the girl he seemed to have kidnapped.

“Aisha. And it would have been nice to have a little bit more warning next time. Not that there will BE a next time. Because I refuse to allow you to kidnap me further –“ Aisha rambles, and Dumbledore just laughs, taking hold of her wrist and dragging her after him, seeming to be in no hurry at all, pausing on to tap on, what seemed like a magical wall to Aisha, and continued pulling a reluctant Aisha to Hogwarts. Left and right, people were staring at the odd pair, whispering here and there.

‘Ye gods! Get me out of here! T_T’ Aisha mentally sobbed, as she was dragged into the school, up magical stairs, through a set of gargoyle doors and finally into Dumbledore’s office.

“Tea, my dear?” Dumbledore said mildly, appearing as though nothing was wrong with him just randomly dragging a random girl into his office.

Aisha just drops her head into her hand and shakes her head, sighing and muttering about stupid jovial old mortals *at this, Dumbledore’s eyebrows raised a bit*

“What do you want?” =_=” Aisha deadpans.

“I’d like very much to know what you meant by you being old enough to be my grandmother, seeing as how you don’t look any older than 25. And of course about me being a stupid jovial old mortal as you called it.” Dumbledore said merrily.

Aisha just stares at him like he’s stupid. Gods don’t just randomly tell mortals that they’re gods. Of course, she was exiled, but still, it’s the principle of the thing! She looks at Dumbledore, who’s still smiling, and sighs.

Looking him straight in the eyes, she pondered on the possibility of just erasing his memories and fleeing. Of course, she also know the repercussions of messing with someone’s head so she tossed the idea away, resigning herself to telling this weird old man the truth. ‘At least he’s not dangerous or anything. And I’m pretty sure he’s on the good side.’

“I’m a goddess. The wind goddess to be exact. I was recently exiled, not that it really mattered since I wanted to leave anyways, but yea.” She said, as if she was talking about the weather. Dumbledore’s eyes widen a bit, before he went back to looking like nothing fazed him.

Dumbledore nods a bit, as he said “Hmm… that would explain the age and the mortal thing” brushing his beard with his hand slowly.

Aisha raises an eyebrow, looking at him incredulously before shaking her head and turning her attention to Fawkes. Slowly, she reached out to pet the firebird, as Fawkes lowered its head slightly and seemed to purr as she pet it.

Dumbledore’s eyes twinkle as he looks at the two that seemed to how gotten to their world, and clears his throat, saying, “Well, proper introductions are in order. My name is Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.”

Aisha just looks at him and says, “I’m Aisha and I’m the wind goddess =_=’”

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 01:38:14 GMT

Thanks to Abbydsnail for this Sue!

TITLE: Forced Life
PERPETRATOR: ShiroTears-and-KuroiRoses
SUE-O-METER: (bad)

FULL NAME: Sammy "Shiro"
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: not described
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: none described
POSSESSIONS: a screech owl named "Ash", "a pair of jeans and an oversized black T-shirt".

ORIGIN: Raises her younger brother, is the breadwinner in her family because her father is an alcoholic.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She tells the Marauders that she can't be in the group anymore, and then is saddened when she doesn't receive letters begging her to stay. But then they all show up at her door. She is going to be paired with Sirius.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: an animagus: "a great white wolf".

NOTES: This is pure wish-fullfilment.

SAMPLE:
“I’m going to tell Mooney where were going and tell him to watch Ben.” Sirius nodded. I ran to my brother’s room and walked over to Remus who was fast asleep on the floor.

“Mooney.” I whispered He grunted and rolled over. “Remus….Remus” He groggily rolled over and looked at me.

“Sammy?” He tried to rub some sleep from his eyes; He looked around like he was lost. “What time is it?” He asked realizing it was still dark.

“It’s almost 4 in the morning. I have to go pick up my Dad; Sirius is going to come and help me…Can you watch Ben while were gone, I’m not sure how long this will take.” Remus Nodded.

“Yeah of Course Sammy, Be careful.” He said I smiled and nodded.

“Thanks.” He smiled but let his head drop back to his pillow. I walked out of the room only to find Sirius waiting for me. “Ready?” I asked he nods, I grabbed my wallet and keys off the table and we head out to my truck. I started the truck and we started the drive to my dad’s favorite bar that was just outside of town.

“Does this thing have a decent radio?” Sirius asked flicking on the radio. I hear some muggle music emitting from the stereo; the band was Bon Jovi and I sang along with the song. Sirius rolled his eyes.

“You listen to muggle music?” He asked me I laughed.

“Pad foot its better than our music by far!”

“What have you been smoking?” I glared at him and smacked his arm

“It’s good now shut up and listen.” He smiled and laughed at me. I switched off the radio as we pulled into the bar parking lot. “Alright we’ll lie him down in the back, so why don’t you stay here and I’ll carry him out?” Sirius glared at me.

“I’m not that stupid; Shiro, were here to help you, just like we’ve always been there for Mooney, with his problem, just like we’ve always been there for James and his attempts to get Lilly to fall in love with him, and Just like you guys have always been there for me with my family.” He looked me straight in the eyes, those deep gray eyes pleaded with me to understand; I did.

“K.” I couldn’t get out anything else. He smiled at me.

“You know this is the first time we’ve got to help you.” I laughed and shook my head.

“You guys were always helping me.” I opened my door and stepped out. Sirius followed my example. I walked into the bar like I owned the place; in truth I was so used to coming in here and I came so often, I felt like I did. Sirius followed behind me and I saw my dad still sitting at the bar. Brian was talking to him, I sighed. Sirius placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me, I smiled at him.

“Hey Brian!” I said Brian looked up he seemed surprised to see someone standing beside me. My dad didn’t even move.

“Hey Sammy; Oh who’s this?” He asked, I rolled my eyes.

“This is my best friend from school; Sirius. Sirius this is Brian.” I introduced Brian smiled then stuck out his hand for Sirius to take. Brian had become sort of like an older brother to me, he would come visit me at work and bring me lunch and stuff. So he was also kind of protective of me.

“Nice to meet you; Sam talks a lot about you guys.” I smiled until I saw the smirk on Sirius’ face.

“You’re totally in love with me.” He said, I should’ve known he’d say something like that it was such a Sirius thing.

“Nope sorry, actually I’m totally in love with Remus.” I didn’t let the sarcasm drip into my voice I wanted to see what he would do.
“WHAT?!” He took a step back. Now it was my turn to smirk I was so going to tease him now.

“Shhh! You can’t tell him!” I whispered. Brian laughed knowing full well I was just kidding, He’s asked me about them all before.

“You can’t seriously love him; I mean yeah he’s a great guy and all but….Really Remus?” He seemed like he didn’t really know what to say or do.

“We’ll talk about this later; right now we need to get my dad home.” Sirius nodded and I walked over to my Dad.

“Daddy? Are you ready to go home?” He looked up at me. His eyes red and angry,

“What are you doing here?” He demanded. This happened often but by now I knew how to handle it; lie.

“Daddy, you called me you said you wanted me to pick you up?” He seemed to look at me confused.

“Oh? I did?” I nodded.

“I brought the truck so you can lie down in the back; Sirius came so he could help me carry you out. Are you ready?” He nodded and I slung his arm onto my shoulder Sirius came around and caught the other one. He was dead on his feet. We carried him out to the truck and placed him in the backseat in seconds he was out like a light. I sighed and strapped a seatbelt loosely around him. Sirius and I climbed back into the truck.

“So Remus?” I laughed.

“Yes, this really bothers you don’t it?”

“I just can’t…I can’t see it.” Sirius finally gave in. I couldn’t believe how much this was bugging him.

“Well it doesn’t matter I’m not going to tell him…ever.” That was the truth I wasn’t going to tell Remus I was in love with him when I really wasn’t. That’d be weird.

“Well; why not?”

“Excuse me?” I couldn’t believe this.

“If you fancy him why not tell him? Maybe he fancies you back?”

“Nope, don’t want to worry about it.”

“Oh…” Then he mumbled something under his breath

“What?” it sounded like he’d said ‘good’ but I couldn’t be sure?

“Nothing, just forget it.” I looked at him funny but turned my head back to the road. We finally got back to my house at 5:30 and Sirius helped me bring my dad up to his room. We walked back into my room but now I didn’t want to sleep I was too awake. I sat down on the edge of my bed.

“Hey Sam?” I looked over at Sirius he had a look on his face that said this was not going to be pleasant.

“Yeah….?” I said giving him a suspicious look. He went to sit down on the floor. I shook my head, and patted the bed next to me. He sighed and sat there while I went and leaned against the headboard.

“Your dad, he doesn’t…he doesn’t ever hit you does he?” Sirius looked up at me his eyes determined. He was going to find out whether I told him or not. I was about to say ‘no’ but Sirius stopped me before I could even open my mouth. “And don’t lie.”

“Yes.” I looked down at my hands. I couldn’t say more.

“Do you still love him?”

“…No” I paused then added “But I don’t hate him either…I just; he’s not my Dad anymore. What about you? Do you hate your mom?”

“Yes.” I nodded this was the deepest conversation Sirius and I had ever had. It was nice to be able to tell him what I’d never wanted anyone to know. “Is that wrong?” his beautiful gray eyes met my dark blue ones with a questioning gaze.

“…I don’t know. Your mother is pretty horrendous.” I smiled at that and he chuckled.

“She’s an old hag is what she is. You’re a good mom.” I stopped had he really just said that? I was stunned it seemed so weird, I’d never really thought of Ben as my Son or what I was doing as ‘motherly’ at all. “I mean you cook, you clean, and you take care of Ben. He really looks up to you you know? I mean the way he hides behind you and trust you completely. I think if you told him I was an alien from Mars he would believe you.” I smiled

“No, he wouldn’t believe me on that one; He likes you too much. I haven’t seen him this happy in a long time. I think he sees like an older brother, or how our Dad used to be playing ball with him and all. You’ll make a good Dad someday, Sirius.” I said he smiled at me and I smiled back. He got up off my bed and went back to his spot on the floor I flicked out the lights and as I was starting to drift back into sleep I heard him whisper;

“So would Remus.” Then I was pulled into darkness.

Sun, 01 Nov 2009 02:43:15 GMT

Link of the Day: It's time to Rock the Boat! The Dark Mark's NaNoShip challenge has been launched! It's a lot of fun! I challenge any minion to participate. When you do, send me the link and your validated story will be featured as "Link of the Day"!

TITLE: The Other One Who Lived
PERPETRATOR: Neville_Is_My_Hero
SUE-O-METER: (okay)

FULL NAME: Melinda Potter
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: red?
EYES: "my father’s jet blue eye"
MARKINGS: "looks exactly" like Lily.
POSSESSIONS: a "seekoscope"

ORIGIN: She is Harry's younger twin sister. She was raised in Chicago by her "Aunt Rose and Uncle Ratclilff". She learns that Harry exists when she visits Godric's Hallow.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Spies the Weasleys about to enter The Leaky Cauldron. She is going to meet Harry, and she is going to be paired with Ron.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: A rebellious, curious nature.

NOTES: Why is she American? Was was it important to the plot? It's not. In seven books we only see American wizarding folk at the Quidditch World Cup.

SAMPLE:

The next few days flew by in preparation for my birthday, and great escape.

“When was the last time you were in London?”

“Well, I worked at St. Mungos Hospital after graduation until you were born. Then I helped your mother and father to raise you, you were such a sickly child, so about 16 years. You were one when your mother and father died and we moved to Chicago. I haven’t gone back since.”

I had my start after this I knew where to begin. I was born in St. Mungos Hospital and would find my records there. She had answered my question and shot me a look that screamed what are you up to young lady. I knew that this was all I would get out of her as she would be watching every word she said from now on. I had been weaseling small clues out of her for the past few days, so I would know how to start my journey. She had to have known I would be fishing for clues and on some level I think she wanted to give me them. So far all I could gather was that I looked exactly like my mother, but with my father’s jet blue eyes. Two I was the only survivor of a terrible potions accident that took the life of my parents, and three my Aunt Rose had a sister who lived in Little Wingy, she was a terrible woman, married to a horrid man, with a “bloody pig” for a son.

That night Aunt Rose, Uncle Ratcliff and I had a spectacular feast and cake to celebrate my birthday. I got a seekoscope from Uncle to keep me from danger. He was an Auror for the Chicago branch of the Ministry until he retired about four months ago. Aunt Rose bought me the most beautiful dress for Christmas holidays and it made me sad to think she would not be able to see me in it. We sat in front of the tele until Uncle fell asleep. Aunt Rose woke him and was right behind him as they went up to bed. This was my moment. I had packed my things after my first conversation with Aunt Rose. I headed to my room and with a loud crack, I was in London.

The cinnamon aroma of Aunt Rose’s homemade apple pie faded quickly into the blackness and the dank smell of city engulfed me. I couldn’t seem to smell enough of the city as I was so anxious to be there. I had popped up in the middle of a shopping center and hoped that no one would notice me. Luckily everyone seemed to be distracted by a red haired couple walking past, and for good reason. The man was wearing red plaid golfing pants with a blue striped dress shirt. His wife was a little less outrageous with her floral pink dress and bright red rain boots. I overheard their conversation about needing to get away from all of the muggle noise as they headed into a small inn I would never have seen.

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 03:56:05 GMT

Thanks to glideiscope for sending in this Sue!

TITLE: Wild Thing
PERPETRATOR: HarryPotterLover101
SUE-O-METER: (toxic)

FULL NAME: Hermione Mia Jane Granger aka "Mia"
SPECIES: Witch/vampire
HAIR: "strait down to my back"
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: a "slimm body", "light and natrual makeup"
POSSESSIONS: a "laytex Jumpsuit", "a sexy short black strappless dress",

ORIGIN: "Loosely based on Jennifer's body". Voldemort tried to sacrifice her, and now she's a vampire.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Draco recognizes her in NYC they hook up because it's true love. Nine months later they have a daughter: Esmee Mia Malfoy.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: kills without remorse or regard.

NOTES: Draco "wore baggy blue jeans and black tight fitted top with a whith a black ed hardy top." So Draco is now Jon Gosselin.

SAMPLE:
i slipped on the laytex Jumpsuit easiily. my slimm body fit it perfectly. i looked in the mirror. Cat Woman. i meowed Sexilly. "Hermione Come down here." i didnt need to be told what to do by some old sadistic woman. i martched down the stares and grined falsly aat her.

"Hey mum, what is it?" her face dropped as she looked me up and down.

"Does Tom know you go out like that?" i shook my head. Tom is my lover. we date other people but we go to eachother for comfort. my mother thought he was my boyfreind. ha he should be so lucky

"Im not with him any more mum, rember and im not going out like this im going out like this." i pulled out my wand and made the Cat Woman outfit into a sexy short black strappless dress. she shook her head but let me past any way.

"Will you be staying here tonight? i meen your 20 now and you do have your own flat." i shurgged. deppends if i pull or not. i do pull alot i meen. theres not useally a night when im on my own. i have been maried twice! yes that right twice. to two muggle milonairs who both died in herific 'acsidents' im on the prowl for my third. i get there money from there will so it works out just fine. im a murderer and improud off it. its not my folt really its. Voldemorts. i meen who would have nown that im not really a muggle born. its not my fault my real mother died. (she was a powerfull witch.) he tried to sacrefice me for luck. so now i have to kill and drink the blood of some muggle men. i have to do it every month..i dont mind it kind off fun in someways, i walk past her and out off the front door. i apperate to Suger a club in muggle NYC. far away from anyone i know. far away from anyone who will think off me as the culprit. i arive i pull out my wand and change into blue boyfreind jeans and a white tight top that shoes my stomach and my black converse. i tied my hair into a loose bun. i looked like an averadge teenage american girl.who was stunningly pretty. i began towalk down the empty back street. i new what would happen next. some footsteps whind me. tap tap tap. the mans feet went. he would cough. i would turn around. i did. he blonde locks shimmerd in the moon light. he was tall and broud.

"Hermione?" he new me? CRAP!

"Its Mia now. who are you?" i looked at him his face was hidden in the shaddows.

"Mia, its me Draco. what are you doing here?" he began to walk toward me i could almost tast his sweet blood. no i cant. i dont kill wizerds just muggles.

"Listen Draco its not safe for you to be near me right now. meet me on church street in about half an hour? on the bench near the end." he came a few more steps but i stepped away from him. he nodded and i fled in serch for something too eat.

______half an hour later______

my cloths and body were dripping in blood this one put up a fight. i whisked out my wand and cleand my self. i began to jog up the street quitlyhe was sat on the bench off corce. i sprung up next to him and sat down. "So, how did you knwo it was me?" i quized. he jumped up and onto the pavement at the sound of my voice.

"Hi and the way you walk is exsactly the same." he nodded to him self. i looked up to his face. his eyes were silver blue and emotional. his face was firm and handsome. he has the just got out of bed look on him it suited him so well. he wore baggy blue jeans and black tight fitted top with a whith a black ed hardy top. he looked sexy. i mentaly slappped my self for this thought.

"So you watched me walk back in school then?" he shurgged.

"Kind off hard not to notice when you always got awarded at every ceramony." i nodded. hermione was a geek. "So what are you doing here? in muggle new york" he shurgged.

"My Wife wanted to the sights and the people" tears welled up in his eyes. one leaked out from his eyes. i wiped it away and put an arm around him. it was strange how magicly we felt no hate for eachother. only trust and freindship.

"what happend?"

"she left me soo i fled back here. she left with her lover to london. why are you here?"

"Emm... Murder." i stated. better get thiss over with. he looked up at me confused.

"Murder you meen like killing people for fun?" i nodded.

"Well not for fun more for life." he looked sickly at me.

"You kill people for life? what up with you. are you a vampire or something?" i shook my head no.

"Im not sure really lets not talk about it. so what do you want to do?" he shrugged.

"How about clubbing?"

"Yeah sure just gimmie a sec." i pulled out my wand and changed into the black dress and heels my hair was strait down to my back. and my make up was light and natural.

"Wow. Shall we?" he took me back to suger. we went to the front of the que. Draco pulled out a 50 doller bill and he let us go straite through. i grined up at draco. he put his arm around my waste. we walked upto the bar.

"Can i have a beer and a.." he looked at me.

"White wine spritzer. " the bar man nodded. he handed us the drinks. we downed them quickly "dance?" he nodded eagerly. i pulled himto the dance floor i faced away from him. he put he hands on my waste i put one arm around his neck. we began to grind softly against one and other. i looked up into his eyes. he pulled me into a mind blowing kiss. i pulled him into the ladys bathroom. i dont know why but i did heat of the moment i supose. i pulled down his pants and well i suppose you can guess the rest...

Wed, 28 Oct 2009 04:21:22 GMT

Crap! I knew this name looked familiar. Oh well, look at it as a bonus!

TITLE: The Dark Princess (A Harry Potter Story)
PERPETRATOR: jigokuryuu
SUE-O-METER: (toxic)

FULL NAME: Sage Riddle
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: blond, in "loose curls"
EYES: emerald green
MARKINGS: pale, the dark mark.
POSSESSIONS: "Clothes: Black, goth-style dress, black high-heeled boots. Wand: Dragon Heart-string. Holly. 13 inches." "an endless void trunk, which can fot as much as she wants without ever changing size", a "black gown that went down to the floor and put on the serpant necklace that her father had a death eater give her for her 16th birthday from him."

ORIGIN: Lord Voldemort and Lily Potter. "Sage was born as Harry Potter's twin, though James Potter is not her father. Nagini, Voldemort's prized snake embeded his DNA into an egg the night Lily got pregnant with Harry by biting her. Lily did not know it was his till the night the twins were born. She looked into her daughter's eyes and saw evil, and Voldemort. She told James about the snake bite and the darkness in the child's eyes and decided that they would raise the child for good, hopeing that her real father would never come searching for her." I wonder if an Angel would come to James in a dream and tell him to stick with Lily and Sage? Because that would be a hard story to believe. She is called the "Dark Princess" by Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Discovered at Godric's Hallow on Halloween, she is raised by the Malfoys as an "evil" witch. No one knew who she was, and she was not present at her father's resurrection. She wants to help Voldemort's cause, and will get to do so after she turns 17. She is overjoyed to destroy Harry, and has been spying on him to help her father. Draco watches out for her at Hogwarts, and they will be paired together.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: The "darkest" person in the Malfoy house. She dislikes light. The Slytherins bow to her when in her presence.

NOTES: I wonder if she is going to turn "good" when she learns that Harry is her brother? Probably.

SAMPLE:

She was the darkest person living in the house. She never spoke unless it was of importance or if she was spoken to first. She never had her room open to the light outside for more than a few moments. Many guess that it was because of the many nights she spent in the darkness of the slytherin common room when she was in school. The slytherin house bowed down to her whenever they were in her presence. The other students in the school just assumed that since she was Draco's "sister" that they all feared her and respected her. The truth was that they all know who she is and who her father is. Afterall, they are all the children of her father's loyal death eaters.

Sage walked past Draco as she was heading back to her room. He stopped her for a moment so he could speak with her.

Draco: "Mother and Father wanted me to make sure that you were ready for tonight. The party starts at 8pm."

Sage nodded at him, understanding what her brother figure was saying.

Sage: "I will be ready."

It was only 6pm. She had 2 hours to get ready, though she didn't really need it. She finished her walk back to her room and layed down on her bed. She would not be living in this house for long. Once her father and her were reunited she would be returning to the Riddle Mansion with him. She waved her wand and all her excess clothing and the rest of the room was pack inside an endless void trunk, which can fot as much as she wants without ever changing size. Her dress and shoes for the night were still laying on her bed. Once she got ready for the party she woul finishe packing. She looked around her room, the room she spent so mant nights talking to Draco about her father.

She sat on the bed, getting lost in thought. When the clock in her room chimmed, she looked over and saw that she had an hour left until the pary started. She got off the bed and grabbed her dress, walking into the bathroom that was attached. She took a shower and magically dried and curled her hair in loose curls. She got dressed in the black gown that went down to the floor and put on the serpant necklace that her father had a death eater give her for her 16th birthday from him.

She walked back into her room and put her shoes on. She looked at the clock and saw that she had 10 minutes left. She took a deep breath and walked out to the stairway where Draco was waiting. He smiled at her slightly and she nodded at him. She never smiled. Not since the night Harry Potter caused her father to disappear from her life. There was only 5 minutes until she would be announced. Draco and Sage heard Narcissa's voice ring up the stairway.

Narcissa: "I would like to introduce my son, Draco Lucian Malfoy!"

Draco gave her one final smile and walked down the stairway. There was applause and then all went silent. She suddenly heard a voice that sent pleasant chills throughout her body. It was the voice of her father.

Voldemort: "My loyal followers. I have come tonight to see the child that was robbed from me almost 17 years ago by Harry Potter," his voice was filled with hate as he spoke that name.

Voldemort: "she will be returning with me to my manor where I will be raising her myself and teaching her the dark arts which I have strived to perfect. Lucius."

Sage was now confused. Why wasn't he calling for her himself? She heard the unmistakeable voice of her foster father ring through the manor.

Lucius: "I'm sure you all are wondering why I am introducing our Lord's daughter. He felt that since I am the man who raised her that I should be the one to call for her. This is the night she will meet her real father for the first time in nearly 17 years. We all know her as our Dark Princess, Sage Riddle!"

She took a deep breath and walked down the spiral staircase. Her long gown rippled around her and her hair bounced as she walked. As she reached the end of the staircase she looked at the man who was undoubtfully her father. He had the same feirce look in his eyes that she did. He stood from the bone-made throne and made his way over to her.

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 02:42:56 GMT

TITLE: ☻I am a witch......WHAT?! (Love story) Harry potter
PERPETRATOR: amber909
SUE-O-METER: (toxic)

FULL NAME: Aqua-marie & Cherry-blossom Collins. They hate their names, and go as "Aqua and Cherry".
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: Aqua-marie:"strawberry blonde hair (like me)" Cherry-blossom: "cheasnut hair"
EYES: Aqua-marie: blue. Cherry-blossom: "Violet"
MARKINGS: none described
POSSESSIONS: Harry & Ron.

ORIGIN: Voldemort and Bellatrix take Cherry-blossom when she was a baby. Apparently "Bellatrix wanted a daughter. Weird i know.She doesn't know she has a sister." The story starts when Aqua learns that she is a witch and goes to Hogwarts. Her sister hasn't made an appearance yet.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Aqua-Marie is the main character in the story for now. She is sorted into Ravenclaw. She becomes "pretty good friends with Harry and Ron", but she becomes best friends with Luna. Hermione has a name-less apparence where she is described as "somebody who thinks they know everything has". That's all we see of her.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Tries to beat up Malfoy using her fists because she doesn't know magic yet.

NOTES: Despite the Sue names, descriptions, the Sues' back-story, and the disregard for cano. I was impressed with the Suethor's Luna. She actually made me chuckle during chapter 4 I also liked the fact that she doesn't know magic, and instead of performing fancy wandless-magic she just tries to beat up Malfoy for hurting Luna. I see potential!

SAMPLE:

We ran down the stairs and briefly saw a sneer and a flash of green and silver. The slytherins. I ran after them feeling a wave of hatred. As I went I pulled Harry ad Ron with me. They had hurt my friend and now I was going to hurt them. I didn't care if I didn't know much magic I would use old fashion muggle techniques.
'Oh look the mud blood is after us,' jeered malfoy,' and by the looks of it the blood traitor wants ago as well, not to mention saint potter.
'Shut your face Malfoy,' I spat.
'Ohhhhhh the mudblood thinks words and no magical skill will make us PUREBLOODS shut up does she?' Sneered Malfoy
And that was the last thing he said before ending up in the hospital wing like Luna.
Unfortunatly Professor Snape had been just around the corner when I had done my thing to Malfoy and was looking pretty angry.
'Collins, what do you think you are doing?' slimed snape.
'Umm what does it look like Sir?
'It looks like a weeks detention with me. 6:00 tonight, my office. And what do you think is so funny Potter? Did you think I didn't notice you and your friend Weasley hanging around. I think you two should also get a weeks detention. Same time same place as your ravenclaw friend here.' Snape said, 'Oh and do take Malfoy to the hospital wing, he is looking pretty hurt don't you think?'
With that Snape swept off towards his dungeon.
'God I hate Snape,' complained Ron after helping me and Harry drag Malfoy to the hospital wing,' thanks to him I had to touch Malfoy's head.'
'Well consider yourself lucky, you ight of had to touch his feet like me.' I shot back
'Calm down, god I didn't make you beat him up like that.'
'Well actually you were cheeringher on and toldher to hit his head harder' interjected Harry.

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 01:21:04 GMT

TITLE: :::behind these violet eyes:::(draco malfoy love story)
PERPETRATOR: Xx..fairytale..xX
SUE-O-METER: (awful)

FULL NAME: violet steven
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "jet black hair a few inches past her shoulders"
EYES: "beautiful violet eyes like her name"
MARKINGS: "very slim frame and she is quite tall", "she looks a bit like a young amy lee lookalike but if u dont think she is pretty imagine her differently."
POSSESSIONS: Friends named Grace and Daniel.

ORIGIN: Her mother is a witch, her father is a muggle. She is new at Hogwarts. She is in "griffindor" for family reasons: "im autimatically in griffindor as my mother was and the rest of her family so i didnt need to be sorted". Nice. So what was Sirius' excuse?
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Draco knocks her over and is rude to her when he first meets her. Harry is kind and helpful. Clearly there is going to be a love triangle, where Draco, King of the Assholes, is going to win because he's "hawt".
SPECIAL ABILITIES: "she is loyal,kind,brave and she is quite shy but she can have a temper sometimes [...] she is not a goth since her hair is natural infact she is anything but goth."

NOTES: Why would you pick Draco? This should be a Harry Potter love story!

SAMPLE:

'where the hell is potions class?' it thought to myself.This school is impossible,it's so huge and complicated.
'move you stupid bitch' a strong body pushed past me knoking all my heavy books onto the floor.A tall guy with platinum blonde hair and two other round guys stood infront of me,all laughing at my clumsiness.
'i guess shes new here then' the blonde haired boy smirked,bendingon one knee down to my level as i started to pick up my books.he had pale blue eyes that suddenly met with my violet ones,he stared at them for a moment then his smirk came back.'just a piece of advise,NEVER get in my way again'and with that he went with his two sidekicks following and a few giglly girls too.
'what the hell was he staring at' i thought to myself,but i knew it was my eyes.not many people are born with violet ones and i guess my name violet is perfect.
As i put my hand on my last book that i had to pick up another hand reached for it.A tall boy with messy black hair and emeralld eyes stood there smiling at me.
'hi'he said
'umm hi'i reaplied kind of blushing
'the names harry'he put his hand out for me to shake
'mines violet'i said
'i can see why,are your eyes really that colour?'he said looking at them.
'ye'i replied looking away from his gaze.
'well its not everyday you see someone with eyes like that' he smiled again.i smiled back.
'so your new here right?'he said
'ye,but im autimatically in griffindor as my mother was and the rest of her family so i didnt need to be sorted.'i replied before he could answer.
'im in griffindor too!'he smiled warmly looking into my eyes again.

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 20:48:29 GMT

TITLE: Princess of..What?
PERPETRATOR: DragonTears
SUE-O-METER: (toxic)

FULL NAME: Hermione Granger aka Princess Gabriella Hermione Jacinda DeMaier aka "Mia"
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "vivid violet" with "bigger curls cascading down her back".
EYES: "multi-colored, one a bright silvery blue, and the other an electrifying emerald green"
MARKINGS: fuller lips, perfect teeth, smaller nose and an oval face, six inches taller and a "a much curvier" body. "a pierced bellybutton with an enchanted charm on it in the midst of a well defined stomach. The woman noticed this, and was about to comment, but only smiled as she noticed the charm read “Daddy’s Princess”." IMO that's trashy.
POSSESSIONS:

ORIGIN: Hermione learns on her birthday she is the heir to the wizarding throne, and her parents are not
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Her grandmother tells her of the truth, and then tries to teach her how to become a Princess. Hmmm, that sounds familiar.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: "she and her parents had the purest blood in the entire wizarding community, to be surpassed by none."

NOTES: When I saw the "vivid violet" I was expecting it to be her eyes, not her hair! That made me so giddy!

SAMPLE:

No; nobody would know that Hermione Granger the ‘mudblood’ [as she was so fondly called by her rival, Draco Malfoy], was neither Hermione Granger, nor a mudblood. To top it off, her parents weren’t Grangers either, and they were about as much muggles, as Grawp was tiny.

No, she and her parents had the purest blood in the entire wizarding community, to be surpassed by none.

But why, you may ask, would she pretend to be a muggleborn when she was truly the opposite? Well, if you must know, it was to protect an even deeper secret, one that must not be revealed until the most opportune moment. This secret, which you must tell NO-ONE, was that she, “Hermione Granger; mudblood bookworm” was actually “Gabriella Hermione Jacinda DeMaier; heir apparent”.

Yes, she would be the heir apparent to the royal wizarding throne, effective upon her eighteenth birthday. Alas, nowadays, very few are aware that there even was a royal line of wizards and witches. [Thanks to some extremely powerful memory charms, and to Gabriella/ Hermione’s great chagrin, the destruction of some very old and powerful books.] Even less knew that this ‘Hermione Granger’ would be heir apparent to the throne.

But shhhh!!! nobody must know, and you definitely did not hear it from me.

-Chapter 1- {Lessons}

“Gabriella, pay attention, this is important! You must learn this if you are to be heir apparent. You must be ready when the time comes to reveal yourselves to the wizarding public.”

“Oui grand-mère, J’ai regrette.” (Yes grandma, I am sorry.)

The old woman shook her head at the young girl.

“Silly child…alright, you may go; I can see I am to get nothing else done with you today. Have you managed to break through the glamours yet?”

The girl closed her eyes and concentrated. As the woman watched, the girl’s once curly brown hair turned a vivid violet, and rolled into even bigger curls cascading down her back. She opened her eyes to reveal that they were multi-colored, one a bright silvery blue, and the other an electrifying emerald green. Her face changed shape slightly, becoming more oval, more defined, yet soft. Her eyes grew bigger, and her eyelashes longer. Her nose lost its slight hook, her lips were fuller, and her teeth were perfect. She closed her eyes again, and she grew upwards a good six inches. Her breasts grew slightly larger, and her hips rounded off, giving her a much curvier shape. As she grew, her shirt rose to reveal a pierced bellybutton with an enchanted charm on it in the midst of a well defined stomach. The woman noticed this, and was about to comment, but only smiled as she noticed the charm read “Daddy’s Princess”.

The girl stayed like that for a good five minutes, before she snapped back to her former looks, falling into a chair, exhausted. The old woman nodded wisely and spoke. “Ancient magics in any form, whether glamours, or dark curses are extremely difficult to break. You have done well, but I know you can do better.”

She nodded wearily as the woman gave her a potion to return her energy.

“Merci Grand-mère, au revoir. I’ll see you later Joanna.”

“Au revoir, ma petite. Have a good stay at your friend’s Mia.”

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 20:15:51 GMT

I think that if Sparklypoo had a theme song it would be "Fireflies" by Owl City. That song, while I hate it, makes me think of unicorns and rainbows and cuddling with fluffy animals.

TITLE: Elven Tears
PERPETRATOR: Tomfletonhater Well, that's new.
SUE-O-METER: (toxic)

FULL NAME: Tear Hogwarts
SPECIES: Elf
HAIR: red
EYES: not described, always full of tears
MARKINGS: none described
POSSESSIONS: the blood ruby: "It was made of hardened blood that had been shaped to look like a ruby and it's powers were immense. It could increase the beholder's magical abilities ten fold enough to be unstoppable." It is connected to her, and if she dies it dies as well. She has a communication mirror and a wand.

ORIGIN: She is "the protector of the blood ruby and also the elven princess." She is staying at Hogwarts for her protection from Lord Voldemort.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She used to go to Voldemort, but left when she got into a poorly explained fight with her fiance, Godric, which resulted in violence. She is sent back when her father learns that Voldemort is after her and her ruby. We learn that Godric named Hogwarts after her middle name, but we never learn her first name.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She cries "silver tears". Instead of assuming it's just purple prose, I'm going to assume she cries real silver. She is immortal.

NOTES: I don't understand why she thinks she is allowed to act like this. Godric's vague "betrayal" happened over a thousand years ago. There is no reason to be rude to the people who are at Hogwarts now. They have nothing to do with whatever marital issues she had with Godric, and they deserve her respect, not her bratty attitude.

SAMPLE:

"Are you okay?" Minerva asked softly.

Anpped out of her memory, Tear looked up and nodded in an effort not to sound upset to her friend. To speak would meen that she would breakdown. So she watched the road they traveled on instead. Minerva went back to watching the massive lake on the oppisite side. Godric had chosen and amazing spot for his school. A place near a gorgeous lake and wonderful valley, away from any mugle town. A place of complete and true solitude.

"You might not want to look out the window anymore," Minerva said gently.

"Why is that?" Tear asked.

She turned her gaze upon Minerva now, somehow challenging her to an argument. Minerva sighed and went back to ignoring Tear and her dark mood. At first Tear felt proud she had won without argueing, but then she felt guilty. They had taken her, vowed to protect her and now she was being absolutly rude to them. Minerva pressed a stray strand of hair back into position with her harsh bun.

"Gaze upon your wedding site of you wish for the memory so soon," Minerva stated staley.

Tear looked away from the carraige window at Minerva's statement and set her gaze on a stray thread. It was frayed and stuck out in the neatness that Minerva loved to keep. She wanted to mention the thread. She went and opened her mouth to do it but quickly shut her mouth. She had been rude enough she would not extend that.

"I'm sorry for my coldness towards you today. It's just this place..."

"Brings upon memories that you somehow wish were gone completely," Minerva interupted.

"Yes," Tear spoke shyly.

"It must be hard for you to be here then," Minerva spoke gently.

Her stone expression she had worn the whole time broke for a split second. Showing she was truely a human and not some creature void of emotion. BUt as quickly as she could her face tensed back into the stern gaze of a proffesor with a student. She hadn't imagined how hard it was going to be for her to return to Hogwartd. Even after so long her heart still bled from Godric's betrayel towards her. She had been surprised to hear that he had kept the name Hogwarts. It was her middle name. The school was to be named after his true love. So Hogwarts had stayed as the school name.

"Does it hurt to know that he kept the school named after you?" Minerva asked.

"Somewhat. I suppose it was the best name that they could ever come up with," she spoke softly. " I don't hate that he kept it."

But she was angry and she did hate what he had done. He had no right to keep her name. She felt tears but pushed them back down. Memories of Godric would only make her stay at Hogwarts worse. She felt for the ruby wrapping her fingers around it so tightly her fingers whitened. The carraige came to a sudden stop and Minerva exited the carriage. She rounded the back of the carraige and opened Tear's door. Tear hesitated at once. her fingers flexing around the jewel's surface. Her whole world came crashing down. She hated this world. Wizards and witches were her enemies, why had she agreed to come. She pulled on her cloak and sighed.

"I guess i'll just have to live with this," Tear mumbled to herself. "Where to Minerva?"

She landed gently upon the moist ground. Her cloak falling like rippling water back into place around her body. Minerva smiled and walked towards Hogwarts. Tear stood frozen in fear. The world around her began to spin and Tear fainted, the loud thud alerting the carrauge driver.

"Lady Minerva?" He addressed loudly.

Minerva ran back to where Tear layed. She sighed and began her walk back to Hogwarts.

"Wake her and bring her to the sorting, Dric," She said as she moved past the large open oak door.

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 20:55:39 GMT

Thanks to the anonymous minion who sent in this Sue!

TITLE: Nora Ami Zabini: Am I Or Am I Not?
PERPETRATOR: Lizia Karndellia
SUE-O-METER: (awful)

FULL NAME: Hermione Jane Granger aka Nora Ami Zabini
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: not described
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: none described
POSSESSIONS: a random abusive aunt, a letter from "Marija and Alec Zabini".

ORIGIN: On her sixteenth birthday she learns that she is really Blaise's sister, and has been under a glamour spell this whole time.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Draco is mentioned right away, of course. This time even in the "Grand Reveal" letter! Within about a millisecond she wonders if Blaise can set her up with Draco, and if she can set Ginny up with Blaise.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Undergoes a complete personality transformation. This bares no resemblance to Hermione Granger. It must have been the glamour spell.

NOTES: Why would Hermione believe this letter? Why would she think it's real? It might be a trap!

SAMPLE:

Dear Ms. Nora Ami Zabini (or rather, Hermione Granger),

I’m so sorry dear. It’s not our fault. We hope you understand. To sum it up, you are our daughter, you have a twin brother, who you will be meeting later this afternoon, and you will live with us for the rest of your school career. Darling, you are a Zabini. It pains me to have to say this, for Blaise and Draco have called you a mud-Muggleborn for all those years, but you are a pureblood, a very, very powerful one at that. I hope you understand and will come and live with us. Please note that we shall come this afternoon to pick you up and of course to meet you. Darling, we will forever love you!
Your real parents,
Marija and Alec Zabini

It was hardly more than a note, but it felt like a thousand bombs hitting me at once. A Zabini, I couldn’t be? But, I didn’t look anything like Blaise, who I assumed was my twin brother. It must have been a glamour charm. I’ll have to ask them to remove it when they get here, she thought.

That’s who I am? It would be better to be a Potter or a Weasley. Even a Lovegood would be better than Zabini or Malfoy. Whatever, it had to be the truth. Hmm, Nora Ami Zabini for my name? I like it. I might actually take up their name instead of using Granger. Thinking about the name, Nora Ami Zabini reminded me of something. Hogwarts was starting soon. How was I going to tell Harry and Ron? Would Ginny be ok with it? Would she like me to set her up with Blaise? OMG! What about Draco? I think I might have to go into Slytherin because I’m a Zabini. Then I’d sleep in a bed that was about 20 ft. away from him! GROSSSS! Maybe Blaise would try to set me up with him?

I heard a pop and turned around. There they were. My family, my real family, was standing in our living room. I started to cry and so did the woman I presumed to be my mother cried too. She ran up to me and hugged me so tightly, whispering words in my ear I couldn’t understand. I was with my real family. Even Blaise was smiling, forcedly, but smiling. How very odd it was to see him smiling. Was it really the nice to see his sister again? His smile faded as the situation sunk in. He had a “mudblood” for a sister. How would Draco take it. I started laughing at him behind my mother’s back, and he scowled his ever famous scowl at me.

Thu, 22 Oct 2009 03:57:39 GMT

TITLE: The Story of Taylor Snape
PERPETRATOR: issyrocks1383
SUE-O-METER: (bad)

FULL NAME: Taylor Snape
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: light brown hair
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: none described
POSSESSIONS: a wand that Snape's wife wants to replace

ORIGIN: Her family died, so Snape and his wife, Charlotte, adopted her.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Adopted daughter of OOC Snape.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Mature attitude for her age

NOTES: Blah as of yet, but could be something special. I don't understand why they changed her name when she is 12-years-old.

SAMPLE:

Two people were approaching them, the married couple that had claimed her as their own since the deaths of all of her relatives. Seeing them up close, the man wasn’t the best looking. His hooked large nose stuck up from his pale complexion, which was curtained by greasy black locks of hair. Charlotte, a name Taylor had personally despised, was a striking redhead, with a fairly full figure and green eyes that were friendly. The phase ‘opposites attract’ popped into her head. Severus with a feeling of dark gloom with his black eyes as well as wardrobe, verses his wife’s green plain dress that mirrored her eyes. And to finish the image all off, the woman had a bundle of light pink cloth that, to Taylor’s horror, was a baby girl. Thank God, she thought, she looks like she won’t take after her dad. Her stomach did a flip-flop thinking of the very word dad and then knotted, realizing she would have to call the ugly man before her that word. For some reason, however she could easily imagine call Charlotte mom. In fact, it was rather inviting.

“This is your new daughter, Taylor! Taylor, this is Severus and Charlotte Snape or Dad and Mom.” The blonde smiled as if introducing a five year old to different types of candy.

“Taylor Snape, follow me.” Severus’s voice did not match his face at all. It was low and rather sly compared to the expected huskiness. Almost hypnotic. Not saying a word, she did as she was sharply ordered, her luggage dragging noisily behind her. “Now let’s understand the following rules. No cursing, partying, drinking, smoking –“

“Sev, you make it sound like she’s eighteen!” Charlotte’s high pitch voice made her husband’s voice red. Or maybe it was the use of his pet name.

“I was just trying to clarify that-“

“She’s twelve! And what we should be focusing on is new school robes, books, parchment, quills –“

“Cauldrons,” he added, slightly relieved at the change of subject.

“Of course,” she turned to face Taylor, “Taylor, you need to be measured. And maybe we can get you a new wand –“

“I am sure she has one of her own.”

“But let me see it first. It might be too old or –“

“Charlotte, honestly…”

“Sevvie!” He found himself staring at the gravel on the street.

Charlotte giggled, turning to face Taylor again. “He hates when I call him that in public. If I ever want him to shut up, it works every time!” A wide smile appeared on her face. The brunette smiled meekly back. This is going to be a long life, she thought silently to herself as the foursome, one asleep, trotted along.

Sun, 18 Oct 2009 18:22:41 GMT

TITLE: Who, am I?
PERPETRATOR: icecrystal
SUE-O-METER: (bad)

FULL NAME: Giselle Alexandra Coates
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: red
EYES: not described
MARKINGS: "pale skin".
POSSESSIONS: a journal, letters from Snape, a wand: "the wood for the wand was that from a Japanese cherry when the tree was just in mid-blossom and the heart of the wand a hair from a chimera", "scarlet matching underwear which had a cream lace trim".

ORIGIN: Snape's fiancee. He sent her away after James and Lily were killed "to be safe". He sends her vague letters while they are separated. She returns to England because she is tired of being separated from him. She arrives ten years after being sent away, during what should be Harry's first year. But it's actually set after fifth year.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: She used to be friends with the Marauders and Lily. She was in Gryffindor. She is Snape's fiancee. Makes a grand entrance during the Halloween feast. She and Snape make-out in front of the staff table. She is re-introduced to various staff members including Slughorn. Then she and Snape leave to go have sex. There is no discussion about why he hasn't visited her or brought her back if Voldemort has been "dead" for ten years. I think Snape was just trying to get out of marrying this Mary-Sue. Or maybe the Suethor just wanted to write a big reunion scene.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: She knew that Peter was the Secret Keeper and traitor.

NOTES: The time line for this story makes no sense. If it is only 10 years since James and Lily's death, why is Slughorn at Hogwarts?

SAMPLE:

I don’t think Severus really ever forgave me for becoming a Gryffindor, but he knew that I had no choice in the matter. So yes, getting back to the present and how Severus reacted when I arrived.

I know he had sent me away for my own safety but for me the last few years had torn me apart, not being able to be with him, he was quite literally my other half. So I made my way across the world using the floo network, and avapparated to Hogsmeade.

From there I made my way by a horseless carriage to the entrance of Hogwarts. Whilst we waited for someone to arrive I extracted my mirror from my bag and checked my appearance, over the past 10 years I seemed to have aged very slowly up to the point where he sent me away.

I saw new wrinkles on my face, and I looked far older than I was, but now I looked alive again, full of fresh hope. I waved my wand smoothing out my hair. After ten minutes waiting for someone to open the gates the carriage made its way up the steep drive, in my mind images from my past flashed before my eyes.

Many of the memories were of my school days, sitting in a carriage just like this one surrounded by friends, Lily, Sirius, James, Remus, and Peter. In my heart I knew I would never forgive him for that, betrayal of our trust causing two of our group to perish to his self-centred Lord. The carriage pulled up to a gentle stop outside the great entrance doors. I climbed from the carriage, and immediately drew my cloak around myself.

I knocked three times on the doors, and they opened for me, well rather Filch did. “Hello, Filch where is Mrs Norris?” I asked, whilst the old, grumpy, old, mean, haggard caretaker took in my appearance. His jaw dropped a mile once he recognised me, I smirked why was it I still had that effect on people from my past?

Making my way past the startled caretaker I decided to make my way towards the great hall. “Mr. Filch, would you mind bringing in my luggage, and what date is it?” I asked him, he turned towards me.

“The date is Halloween, and everyone is in the great hall eating dinner.” ‘Perfect’ I thought mentally, it meant that I could make such an entrance that Severus would have to acknowledge my presence.

“Thank you.” I called over my shoulder and walking over to the doors of the great hall. With a wave of my wand the doors began to open.

Taking a deep breath I walked forward, heads turned and gazes hit me from all sides. My heels clicked against the stone floor as I walked towards the staff table. I heard whispers erupt around the hall. When I reached half way across the great hall’s floor I saw Severus jump to his feet, he almost ran around the staff table, his black cloaks as ever billowing behind them. A smile broke across my face, finally he was near to me. He stood, waiting, looking completely bewildered, I couldn’t keep my composure at this rate.

I either needed to run out of there, or run to him.

Option A looked good but nowhere near as good as option B. I gave up, I ran straight into his arms, I wrapped my arms round him, my face in his neck. I took a deep breath of his scent, something I had missed so much since we had parted. I felt his strong arms around me, crushing me to his chest, and I knew I was home.

Breaking apart, we stood facing each other, our hands still clasped to each other. The whispers had died down but some were still circulating around the hall, before he leant down capturing my lips with his in a quick but passionate kiss making the whole hall gasp as one.

Breaking my gaze away from the two black orbs I saw Professor Dumbledore walk towards us. “Professor. How good it is to see you! And I apologise for interrupting the Halloween feast.” I said, holding my hand out for him to shake. Dumbledore shook it, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously.

“Excuse me for a moment Giselle. It appears young gentlemen and women that Miss Coates here has managed to upstage my Halloween speech. So let us carry on as we were, and enjoy this delicious feast!” Dumbledore announced to the students before turning back to us.

“Would you like to leave now or once the feast is over?” Severus looked towards me, I smiled.

“I think we should stay here before the students begin to wonder about their cruel potions master ‘getting it on’ with a woman who has no sense of timing.” Severus managed to crack a smile at that, whereas many of the staff who had heard it looked shocked at my figure of speech.

He turned me towards the staff table, with a wave of his wand the table elongated, an extra chair appeared next to his, and the teachers who had been there previously were shifted to the side. The Severus I knew was back, he offered me his arm and led me to my seat.

The conversation at the tables was once again at full volume, and the staff still looked as though half of them had overdosed on the euphoria elixir whereas the other half still sat there looking shocked.

“You got it wrong by the way, I am no longer their evil, cold hearted, cruel potions master, no that role has been passed onto- well reinstated to Professor Slughorn, I am now their extra mean, extra evil, but suddenly less cold hearted dark arts teacher. What would you like to eat, I’m afraid you arrived a little too late for the main course, so would you like some pumpkin pie?”

He cut me a generous slice and placed it onto his plate, conjuring a second fork he placed the pie in between us. I grinned and blushed he hadn’t changed at all, not really. Deep down he was still that 20 year old man with whom I had fallen in-controllably in love with.

I cut the pie with the side of my fork and fed him that piece. The faces of the other members of staff were truly priceless. We talked for over half the last meal, and only once the students were leaving did we really recognise the time. I stood up rapidly nearly making the chair tip back, that was before Severus caught it.

“Thanks, should we go?” I asked him. Severus chuckled standing up beside me.

“Perhaps you should be introduced or rather re-introduced to some of the teachers who are here currently. Professor Slughorn you remember Giselle?” He asked our old potions master. The old professor beamed.

“Remember of course I remember...er.... Giselle did you say?! Of course I remember you, you definitely should have been in Slytherin. She was definitely the best in her year for so many subjects, or rather the most worthwhile subjects. Potions, Transfiguration the Defence Against the Dark Arts, duelling and Charms, as for the rest I didn’t pay attention to.” I smiled he hadn’t changed much at all.

McGonagall then made her way over to us. “Giselle how nice it is to see you again.” She said, I smiled.

“Thank you Professor McGonagall, it is so nice to be back... home” McGonagall nodded understandingly.

“Yes it is something we hear from so many old students when they come back. And please don’t call me Professor or McGonagall you are no longer a student, please call me Minerva.”

“Here, here, the same here Miss Giselle, please call me Horace. Perhaps Minerva we should leave these two alone. Can I ask you something, whilst we are all here, sorry Severus but I’m sure you can wait a few moments. Yes getting back to the point, seeing as we have one of our greatest students back among our realms could we possibly pass off some of our teaching to her, she is more than capable.”

Minerva pursed her lips something I still found scary, considering half the time I was on the receiving end of it when I got into trouble with the Marauders. “We shall have to discuss it with Albus. Goodnight Giselle, Severus.”

At which point we found ourselves alone at the staff table with the last two remaining people leaving the hall. I noticed for a split second Horace turn and wink at us. I rolled my eyes as Severus chuckled.

“So what do you reckon, are we going to be the talking point of the school for the rest of the week or the month?” I asked.

He smiled “With that entrance I wouldn’t be surprised if the gossip doesn’t finish by the end of the year.” I smiled back nodding with his statement, truly my timing had been off completely.

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 18:58:35 GMT

TITLE: The Story Of Riley McClain
PERPETRATOR: YamiTwilight
SUE-O-METER: (bad)

FULL NAME: Riley McClain
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "some called it hair; I called it a mess, so I got to work combing and straightening out my long, light brown hair. Parting it so that my bang hung in front of my left eye, ending at about level with the bottom of my nose."
EYES: dark brown
MARKINGS:
POSSESSIONS: Clothes: "blue fitting t-shirt, black and red plaid jacket, new pair of black skinny jeans, and red converse high tops". Books: "Confronting the Faceless, Advanced Potion-Making, Flesh-Eating Trees of the World, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 6, Magical Drafts and Potions, Quidditch Through the Ages". A "black Maine Coon cat" named Lucinda.

ORIGIN: After attending Durmstrang and Beauxbatons she finally goes to Hogwarts for sixth year. This allows her to be old enough to start dating the main characters. Takes place during the Goblet of Fire.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Meets the Weasleys, Harry and Hermione at Platform 9 3/4. She fancies George. They will be paired together after falling in love over various "exciting", "clever" and "amusing" pranks.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Causing mischief, speaking English, French and Bulgarian.

NOTES: I love that she is the "weird chick" who is "different" from "everyone else". All she is doing is rejecting one stereotype and joining another.

SAMPLE:

Oh joy. Yay me, I get to go to another school....great, just great. First Durmstrang, the home of the thick headed jerks, then Beauxbatons, the habitat for stuck up gits. Can my life get any more fun? Okay, if you're a little slow, and knowing everyone I do, you probably are, those first... four sentences... were complete sarcasm. I've already gone to two other magical wizardry schools, and got taken out of both. The reason for leaving Durmstrang Institute was the second be mum found out about the dark magic we were taught there she immediately pulled me out. Though, my dad didn't seem to mind very much. At the other, Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, to say the least, most of the girls hate me for putting a potion in there wine. It apparently 'Ruinenz zhere beautiful hair.' If you ask me making there hair bright red and blue was a wonderful addition. Hopefully you can guess what happens next.

The only good thing that came out of those two schools was learning French and Bulgarian. I tend to speak English, the language of my country. I'm not very fluent in the others anyway, just a few words here and there.

But I guess I should start from the of at the beginning of the story now. Guess that's what you're here for.

So, today was first day of a new school. You'd think I would be excited; well you're wrong. Hogwart's was bound to be just like the others, stupid girls who care to much about how the look, and guys who act like prats to impress the girls I mentioned before. That's school for you when you're the 'weird chick.' I dress differently, I act differently, I get good grades, I enjoy potions classes; What's the big deal?!

"Riley time to get ready to go," My mother shouted up the steps, I could hear her through the closed door which lead to my room. I began to prepare to leave like she told me, didn't want her mad right before I leave for this new school. I pulled on my blue fitting t-shirt, black and red plaid jacket, new pair of black skinny jeans, and red converse high tops. It's pretty different from what everyone else would be wearing but, hey, those people can deal.

I threw random pairs of pants and shirts, jackets, you name it into my very large traveling trunk, remembering to save room for the endless amount of books we had to buy from Diagon Alley. After I was done with clothes I stacked up the copies of Confronting the Faceless, Advanced Potion-Making, Flesh-Eating Trees of the World, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 6, Magical Drafts and Potions, and countless others. I even picked up a copy of Quidditch Throughout the Ages at Florish and Blotts hopefully to help me out when I try my hand at flying, and if I'm good enough, playing Quidditch its self.

After I finally got the overly full trunk closed I rushed into the bathroom to brush my teeth and my hair. I did the first task like every morning, not a big deal. But then, my dark brown eyes peered into the mirror and stared at the long stuff coming out of my head, some called it hair; I called it a mess, so I got to work combing and straightening out my long, light brown hair. Parting it so that my bang hung in front of my left eye, ending at about level with the bottom of my nose. I soon muttered sarcastically, "... Now I look as I always do..."

"Hurry up!" my father yelled thrusting the door open and intruding into the bathroom. I nodded and gave him a glare after a few moments so he would leave. Apparently he noticed, "Don't you dare give me that look or you're not going anywhere brat!" I rolled my eyes. It's hard to believe that the man standing before me could be my father. We looked nothing alike, his blond hair turning gray, and he was so rude, demanding, and grouchy all the time. To say the least, I couldn't stand him, I practically hated him.

"Well I'm ready to go now!" I said, returning the anger and hate that was in his voice. He was turning redder than I had ever seen him. This was always kind of like a game to me, set him off as much as possible until he blows. The punishment was always 'You're staying home every day this week.' I didn't mind the punishment much because I had no where to go, "So leave me alone and I'll be down in a minute!"

I darted out of the bathroom as far as I could, avoiding my father's evil stare and furious words, and made my way back to my room. I grabbed the large, brown trunk and dragged it behind me, hearing loud thumps going down the stairs. Before I headed out the room I remembered the most important thing of all, what I wouldn't be able to live without, my only real friend. My sweet, little, black Maine Coon cat.

"Lucinda!" I said to my kitty who was asleep on the end of my bed. She raised her head with her eyes still closed and mouthed a silent 'mew.' "Come on, time to go. I don't want to go to Hogwarts without you." She slowly sat up a stretched, putting her paws out in front of her, then did a huge yawn. "Some time today would be nice," I told her. She jumped off the bed and followed be out the bedroom door, which I closed behind us.

Sat, 17 Oct 2009 17:49:26 GMT

TITLE: Meet the family
PERPETRATOR: HermioneSnapeloverduck99
SUE-O-METER: (bad)

FULL NAME: Hermione Jane Granger aka Hermione Narcissa Malfoy
SPECIES: Witch
HAIR: "long sleek blond hair that almost hits her waist line"
EYES: "somewhat smaller gray eyes with long blond eye lashes"
MARKINGS: "perfectly even teeth and a tiny waste and instead of being five foot two inches tall she is five foot nine inches tall over all the word beautiful is an understatement of what Hermione is."
POSSESSIONS: An "amazing" bedroom: "circular in shape and has a king size four poster bed in dark wood and a cream colored silk bedspread on a raised platform a huge dresser across from the bed in the some dark wood as the bed, a sitting area with one wall covered with books cream colored leather couch and chair in front of a large marble fireplace with a picture of bright flowers above the mantle. On the other side of the room there were two large doors that led out to a balcony with a view of the gardens and on either sides the balcony doors are simpler wooden doors one leads into a gigantic closet filled with all types of clothes from muggle to dress robes. The other door leads into a bathroom with a marble counter tops a tub that could hold at least twenty people and a shower covered in slate and also has a built in bench and stereo. There was also a toilet." I'm so glad I know it has a toilet. Here I thought the Malfoys relieved themselves in a straw-covered corner of their exquisite bathroom.

ORIGIN: When Narcissa was pregnant Voldemort told her that if she had a daughter he would kill girl. She bore twins, Draco and Hermione, and they put a concealment spell on Hermione and had the Grangers adopt her. On her sixteenth birthday Hermione learns the truth, and accepts it because she is much prettier as a Malfoy and has a nicer place to live.
CONNECTIONS TO CANON: Reconciles with Draco, is re-sorted into Slytherin after the "Griffindors" reject her. Hermione writes a note to Harry and Ron to explain that even she didn't know. Harry sends back a believable letter in response. The next day Narcissa yells at her and Draco lets Hermione know that Lucius is faking at being nice, and then gives her advice about how to handle his parents.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: Forgets her parental bond immediately.

NOTES: Chapter three is an Authors Note stating that chapter two was actually posted and adjusted by a friend who was jealous of the Suethor. She states "I have been out of the country for a while and as I was on my trip I did the stupid thing of letting one of my best friends posting chapter 2 for me. Not a good idea, never let a “friend” that is jealous of your trip to Europe update your story. To make a long story short, she sabotaged me. What was posted as chapter 2 was nothing like my original chapter. I am currently rewriting the chapter and will hopefully post it soon. If any of you liked any elements of the fake chapter please let me know."

Please tell her that the Malfoys being less-than pleasant behind closed doors, Harry being understanding, and Hermione sticking with her beliefs about House Elves is heaps better than the usual "real identity" stories we see. This friend should be her beta reader; she saved the story.

SAMPLE:

Once every one left the office Hermione turned to look at her self in the floor length mirror.

After she turned around and looked at her self she couldn't believe what she saw, instead of her frizzy mud brown hair she has long sleek blond hair that almost hits her waist line. Where her large brown eyes were are now somewhat smaller gray eyes with long blond eye lashes, she now had perfectly even teeth and a tiny waste and instead of being five foot two inches tall she is five foot nine inches tall over all the word beautiful is an understatement of what Hermione is.

Hermione continued to stare at her self in the mirror she also noticed that she has a chest now. Then the door opened once again and Draco walked in ahead of his, their parents. When he saw her his jaw dropped.

“Draco don't just stand there and gawk say hello to your sister” Lucius said as he looked at his son then at his daughter. He couldn't help but think that his family is now complete

“Granger” Draco said as he took a step toward her

“Draco” Hermione said as she stared at him. At least She still has the same voice

“Son do we need to remind you that she is not a Granger she is your little sister” Lucius said as he scowled at his son

“Little sister” Draco said as he looked back at his mother who smiled and nodded “Buy how much” Draco asked

“Eight minutes” Narcissa said as she beamed at her children. Finally she could have her little girl back

“Can I stay in my house or do you want me to change” Hermione asked the Malfoys

“You rightfully belong in Slytherin” Lucius said as he looked at his daughter

“I will change houses if Dumbledore will let me If it will make you happy, Daddy” Hermione said as she smiled at her real father

“I would like you to be were you're brother can look after you” Lucius said as he smiled at his new title

“Can I still spend a few weeks during the summer at the burrow” Hermione asked

“Yes as long as you don't come back talking about Potter, After all the Weasleys are purebloods and since we did change sides it would make us look good” Lucius said with a smirk

“Father breakfast will start soon” Draco said as he looked at his Parents

“Of coarse we will need to leave soon. We have arranged with Dumbledore that you two will be able to leave school a little early in order to get you used to being a Malfoy.” Narcissa said with a soft smile

“When do we leave” Draco asked

“This afternoon, Of coarse you have to make up all of your school work but that shouldn't be a problem” Lucius said as he looked over his children

“We must get going, Hermione would it be possible to get a hug” Narcissa asked as she looked hopefully at Hermione. She was answered when Hermione walked over to her and let Narcissa wrap her arms around Her. When she pulled back she had tears shining brightly in her gray eyes. Hermione was shocked when Lucius also pulled her into a hug and wisperd into her ear

“I have missed you” Before he pulled back

They said there good byes and as Hermione and Draco walked to the great hall for breakfast Draco struck up a conversation

“I'm sorry about all the name calling” He mumbled

“Thats all right” Hermione said as she looked at him

“If you keep acting like this your going to get anything you want out of them” Draco said

“Keep what up”

“The 'I'll do what you want me to daddy' stuff he already likes you more” Draco said with a sniff

“Oh is that so”

“Yeah it is, I would have thought you would have fought it more” Draco said

“Why it is a losing battle and I won't say that I'm not angry about living with muggles under the impirus curse my entire life” Hermione said as they approached the great hall.

“Here we go” Draco said as he gave her a weak smile

“Wish me luck” Hermione said with a weak laugh

“Good luck” Draco said as he walked into the already filled great hall

Just as Hermione started to walk into the Great Hall Dumbledore stood up to speak signaling Hermione to come up to the front of the hall. Once up there she turned to look at the teachers and much to her surprise Snape smiled at her. Whispering was heard threw out the entire Hall about who the girl was. When Dumbledore addressed the school.

“QUIT!” Dumbledore yelled and once the hall was silent he continued “This morning one of our students found out her true identity. The girl you all know as Hermione Jane Granger is really Hermione Narcissa Malfoy” As soon as Dumbledore finished that part of his speech the entire Griffindor table erupted in angry yelling and cursing.

“QUIT” Dumbledore yelled again “Miss. Malfoy must be sorted again to prove what house she truly belongs in” Dumbledore said when someone yelled

“We don't want any Malfoy in Our house” Several other Griffindor's agreed. Hermione felt like she on the verge of tears when she looked over at Draco and he gave her a smile and thumbs up.

Professor Dumbledore had the sorting hat in his hands and a stool appeared in front of her. She didn't know that The Malfoy's were watching the whole thing. Once Hermione was seated and the sorting hat placed on her head she started thinking

“Not Griffindor, Not Griffindor” When the hat spoke to her

“No Not Griffindor You have changed, Better be Slytherin” The hat yelled, the entire Slytherin table erupted in applause led by Draco. On her way over to her new table she glanced over to where her friends sat. As soon as she looked over at them they looked away. As soon as she reached the table Draco let her sit by him and Blaise. They spent the rest of the morning talking about the Malfoy family tree and as soon as breakfast let out Lucius pulled them aside and told them they were leaving know

“Oh my little girl is a Slytherin” Narcissa cried as she held Hermione close to her in the entrance hall

“Cissy dear the poor girl can't breath” Lucius said as he came to his daughters rescue

“Oh I'm so sorry dear” Narcissa said as she let go of her

“It's okay Mum” Hermione said as she smiled at her mother

“Come Hermione dear You can come with me” Lucius said as he offered his arm to Hermione

“Yes Daddy” Hermione said and when she did Lucius smiled down at her. With a pop they were gone then they were standing before a huge mansion

“Hermione dear welcome home” Lucius said with a smile at the look on his daughters face

“Oh my” Hermione said in aw.