The deeper she dug, the more it felt like someone didn't want him found.
Arcane Currently Posting
In the spring of 1981, the Ministry of Magic fell. Choices had to be made. When Harry Potter learns the truth about whatâs really happening in the wizarding world, he has to try to come to terms with the choices that were made on his behalf.
Petrichor Series On Hiatus
In one reality, Sirius Black died on the eighteenth of June as he fell through the Veil of Death in the Department of Mysteries.
In another reality, Harry Potter unwrapped a gift and a note that had been hastily given to him at Christmas by his godfather.
A mirror changed two peoples' lives. A mirror helped Harry keep his godfather by his side. A mirror changed everything.
Synodic Series
1. Filipendulous (1980) Completed
(4 Chapters) An attack on Diagon Alley in July 1980 leaves James Potter cursed and on deathâs door.
2. Redamancy (1981) Completed
(One-Shot) Sirius Black had carried the engagement ring in his pocket for three months, never being able to work out a romantic enough gesture. He certainly didn't expect to blurt it out when he and Marlene were minding their godson.
3. Alpenglow (1981) Completed
(One-Shot) Sirius Black didn't know it was possible to be petrified of a color until Marlene showed him the very vibrant pink potion in a cup.
4. Alew (1981-1982) Completed
(10 Chapters) One small choice changed everything. Instead of going after Peter, Sirius stayed with Harry. That made all the difference.
5. Impluvious (1982) Completed
(One-Shot) Sirius never thought Harry would go from calling him See-See to calling him Dad in a million years. He supposed he should have anticipated the possibility, so he didnât clam up during his twenty-third birthday dinner.
6. Fleawindinkle (1990) Completed
(One-Shot) Harry didnât want to be a Potter. He wanted to be a Black, just like the rest of his family.
Missing Moments
everything you wanted (1979) Completed
(One-Shot) âI have a feeling you got everything you wanted. And youâre not wasting time stuck here with me. Youâre just thinking itâs a small thing that happened. The world ended when it happened to me.â â Sydney Rose
Of Treacle Tarts and Photo Albums (1995) Completed
(One-Shot) Ginny didnât know why Harry talked to her when he was upset, but he did. While Ron and Hermione bicker over who should talk to Harry, Ginny takes matters into her own hands.
Piece by Piece (1996) Completed
(One-Shot) After Siriusâ death, Ginnyâs only goal was to get Harry out of bed and get him to eat something.
A River in Egypt (1996) Completed
(One-Shot) Harry Potter was Ginny Weasleyâs friend. Ginny was happy with that arrangement. Really, she was. Besides, she was dating Dean. Dean was great. At least, thatâs what she kept telling herself.
Solace (1997) Completed
(One-Shot) After a nightmare, Ginny Weasley only wants to ensure Harry Potter is still alive and well.
Vinegar (1999) Completed
(One-Shot) When Harry helped Ginny pack up her bedroom in the Burrow so they could move in together, he found a letter that seven-year-old Ginny wrote to her future self.
Stand-Alone Stories
Selcouth (AU) Completed
(13 Chapters) Fifteen hours with someone wasnât a lot of time to get to know a person, but an invisible string tied Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley together. Fate had more planned for them.
Whelve (AU) Currently Posting!
At only four years old, James Potter vanished in a crowded Christmas market without a single trace. Eleven devastating years later, an emaciated teenager with messy dark hair turns up behind the joke shop with his wrists bound and no idea how he even got there.
Chastise (AU 2001) Completed
Co-Written with justalittleconfusing
(4 Chapters) Eight months without Ginny Weasley had been pure torture for Harry. To repair their broken relationship, they found themselves between the bedsheets to learn dominance and obedience.
Lucida (AU 1983) Currently Posting
When a very little Harry Potter suddenly appears in Siriusâ cell in Azkaban, he canât help but notice his godsonâs now shy demeanor and the terrible state of his clothes. Luckily, the kid still remembered him and looked beyond relieved to see him once more. Sirius knew he had to find a way to prove his innocence for his godsonâs sake.
Apricate (AU 1998) Completed
(One-Shot) Being dragged to a party so Ron can snog a girl wasnât really high on Harryâs do-to list. Except, meeting Ronâs sister made it all worth it.
Feu d'artifice (AU 1994) Completed
(One-Shot) When Ginny sees the allegedly dead and eaten Scabbers scurry in front of her, she couldn't help but chase after him. What she found as a result was entirely unexpected.
Saudade (AU 1995-1996) Completed
(One-Shot) Harry Potter never even knew Sirius Black existed until the ghostly apparition of his father told him to find Sirius when he was fourteen.
The Night We Met (AU 1996/1994) Completed
(One-shot) As Harry watched Sirius fall through the Veil of Death, all he wanted was to go back to the night they met.
Heliophile (Muggle College AU) Completed
(One-shot) Harry was never happier that Ron left his phone unattended.
Can I ask what old WIPs you have been reviving lately please?
I reread Whelve and wrote some to that. I had two old time travel fics that Iâve never posted but worked on those two as well. I did a bit to the Hinny Hunger Games fic.
In honor of summer heating up I am ready for a repeat of Hot Hinny Summer and Chastise.
Things are going to be a little different this time. @seriouslysam8 is now my beta and I want pure instructed chaos in my life. So I am doing a Choose Your Own Adventure Fic.
First stop where the hell this story will take place. From there I will come up with a Title. Hope everyone has fun and wants to play along!
I was thinking about what story I wanted to do after Vestige is done, because I need to start thinking about that now and plotting it out in my head. I think we need healer Ginny. Yeah, yeah, we need healer Ginny.
Since weâre on the topic of the Hunger Games, whoâs your favorite character?
(Can you tease us a little about the fic? I love THG and I canât wait to see what youâve cooked up!!)
I really like Peeta and Haymitch. I'd say they're my favorite characters.
Sure, I'll drop a snippet below. Just remember, it's subject to change.
Harry took his spot with all the other seventeen-year-olds, keeping close to Ron. They talked in low tones, watching at Sybil Trelawney arrived. She was the District 12 escort, wearing an elaborate rhinestone shawl with her large bedazzled glasses that seemed to make her vibrant violet eyes enlarged. She often was interviewed during the lulls in the games, giving her outlandish predictions of how the tributes would die. Sometimes, oddly enough, she was even right. Ron wagered the game makers manufactured those deaths for some entertainment factor that neither of them would ever understand.
Sybil beamed, rising on her tiptoes and looking around the crowd. Harry knew who she was looking for. The only living victor that District 12 had: Sirius Black. He was only sixteen when he won his games and became known as the districtâs resident drunk. He holed himself up in his victorâs mansion, making the rounds to scoop up all the liquor he could and avoided talking to anyone. Sirius would have mentored Harryâs dad.
Although, Harry couldnât blame Sirius for his dadâs death. A lot of people liked to talk. Every year after the reaping, everyone always talked about how Sirius cared in his early days of mentoring. He had actually schmoozed the masses and gained plenty of gifts for the District 12 tributes. But it never mattered. They always died. One right after the other. At some point, all Sirius became known as was a miserable drunk. Harry liked to imagine he still cared when his dad had been reaped. Sometimes, Harry wondered if they had known each other prior to the reaping since they had been the same age.
Moments before the reaping, Sirius stumbled onto the stage. Sybil huffed, shooting him a big-eyed glare. Sirius only laughed, holding his arms out to his sides. He tilted to the right, clearly inebriated like every reaping. His black hair hung around his bearded face, looking like he had barely bothered showering before showing up. A lot of people never understood how Sirius hadnât been reprimanded by the Ministry. Or maybe he was behind closed doors. Nobody knew Sirius well enough to say for sure.
Sirius took his spot next to Sybil on the stage. She fussed with his suit jacket, brushing off lint or crumbs or whatever it was that was all over it. His eyes scanned across the crowd, his cold gray eyes surveying the kids up for the reaping, and probably wondering which of them would die this year. Siriusâ eyes seemed to stop on Harry, lingering for a moment before moving on. Oddly enough, it happened every year. Sirius always seemed to stare at him before every reaping. Maybe he remembered Harryâs dad, the kid he knew from school who he couldnât save in the arena. Harry was told he looked just like his dad.
It was her traditional greeting, serving to quiet the crowd to know they were currently on the telly. It was their turn to be reaped. Harry held his breath. It was so eerily quiet that a pin would sound like an anvil.
âWelcome to the Seventy-First Hunger Games Reaping Ceremony!â Sybil continued, her smile so big that she looked like her face would splinter and crack in two. âAs always, ladies first!â
Sybil placed her hand in the bowl, her long and fake mint green nails moving around the bits of parchment for dramatic effect. She plucked a folded piece of parchment, slowly opening it. Harry wanted to scream. Everyone hated the dramatics. All anyone wanted to know was if they were going into the arena or if someone they loved was.
âGinevra Weasley!â
Harryâs heart skipped a beat, his head snapping to the crowd of girls. Ginny tilted her chin up high, walking in even strides up to the stage. She didnât even look scared, an air of confidence radiating from her. Then, her jaw ticked. So subtle that someone who hadnât studied her face for hours every day wouldnât have notice. Harry knew it was taking everything she had in her to put on a brave face.
âNo,â Ron gasped. âNo, no, no.â
Harry couldnât speak, couldnât move. He only watched Ginny take her spot next to Sirius. Sirius towered over her, his gaze looking down at her as though he were sizing her up. Harry wanted to scream at him, to shake him and tell him he better sober up to keep her alive. District 12 without Ginny in it seemed unfathomable. She was a bright and vibrant, her infectious laugh always brightening up anyone who came in contact with her.
âNow, gentleman, which one of you will join Miss Weasley in the arena?â Sybil said in a teasing voice, her sickly nails dunking into the male bowl.
A piece of parchment plucked. She opened it slowly, the smile on her face faltering just a tad. Harry narrowed his eyes at her as a stupid, reckless thought burned at the forefront of his mind. He could volunteer as tribute. He could go into the games with Ginny and help her survive until the end. Sirius certainly wasnât going to be able to do it while pissed drunk, but Harry could. Harry could ensure that all of the Weasleys survived into adulthood.
Sybils swallowed as Harry braced himself. âRonald Weasley,â she announced.
Harry froze. What were the odds? The two youngest Weasley siblings being pitted against each other in the arena. It had to have been planned. Harry knew it was. When Ron took a step towards the stage, Harry shot out an arm to stop him. Without thinking, he pushed his best mate back and stepped forward.
âI volunteer!â Harry shouted. âI volunteer as tribute!â
The crowd gasped, murmurs breaking out all around them. Harry had never been alive to see anyone volunteer from their district, but other districts had. In the same steely posture that Ginny displayed, Harry walked towards the stage with a purpose. His gaze focused on Ginny who looked at him with furrowed brows and her pink lips parted.
He climbed the couple of steps to join Ginny on the stage, his hands clutching at his side. Before he could take his spot next to Ginny, Sirius grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and shook him. His face was ghost white, his limbs shaking.
âYou werenât reaped,â Sirius hissed, a whiff of whisky assaulting Harryâs face. âYou werenât fucking reaped. What are you doing?â
Sybil forced a laugh, making her way over towards them and pulling on Siriusâ arm. âNow, now, Sirius, weâre all excited to get to know the young man who volunteered, but letâs give him some breathing room.â
Sirius let go of his shirt, stumbling back away from Harry. His gray eyes brimmed with tears, a reaction that Harry didnât quite understand. It must mean that he did remember James Potter. Clearly, Sirius must have still cared during his fatherâs game. That was the only explanation for his reaction.Â
Harry sidestepped Sirius, taking his spot next to Ginny. He offered her a tight smile.
âWhat are you doing?â Ginny asked in a hushed whisper.
Harry let out a breath. âI couldnât let you and Ron be tributes together,â he whispered back, his eyes searching her face. âItâs not right.â
Ginny only let out a breath.
âNow, young man, would you like to tell us your name?â Sybil asked, her voice sickening cheerful again.
Harry swallowed. âHarry Potter,â he replied in a hollow tone.
âMarvelous!â Sybil exclaimed, gesturing towards them. âThe tributes from District 12! Harry Potter and Ginevra Weasley!â
Harry reached for Ginnyâs hand, wrapping his fingers tightly around hers. He didnât know if it was for his own comfort or hers. Honestly, it didnât even matter at this point because Harry was fairly certain it wasnât helping either of them.
Harry could tell as soon as the feed cut. Ministry guards ushered them off the stage. Ginny yanked her hand away from Harry as she shot him a particularly nasty glare. It was a look he had never been on the receiving end of before, but he had seen her give it to plenty of others in the past.
âWhat the bloody hell were you thinking?â she hissed, her chest heaving.
Harry leaned down close to her so only she would hear. âLook, Iâm not going to let you die in there. Iâm going to help you.â
Ginny scoffed. âI donât need your help, Harry.â
âWhy do you think I volunteered?â Harry pressed.
They entered the districtâs ministry building, away from prying eyes. As soon as the doors closed behind them, Ginny turned to face him and pushed him hard against the wall. Harry let out a grunt of surprise, his glasses knocking askew on his face. She was strong for someone so tiny.
Ginny pointed a finger at him. âYou donât get to pull that fucking noble act on me! Iâm not going to have you die to save my life! I canât live with that so whatever grandiose plan you have concocted in your head, get it the fuck out of there right now! I am not some damsel in distress that you have to save! You are not a fucking knight, Harry! So just stop that bullshit right now!â
Without another word, she stormed off. Some of the Ministry guards jogged to keep up with her. Harry stayed pressed against the wall, reaching up to right his glasses on his face. Suddenly, Sirius loomed in front of him looking red and angry.Â
âYou volunteered because you like that girl?â Sirius accused, his jaw tightening. âWhat the fuck, Harry?â
âWell, I knew you wouldnât stay sober enough to help her win,â Harry said coolly. âSo, somebody had to help her in there.â
Sirius jerked his head back like he had been slapped. âShe had her brother going in with her.â
Harry swallowed. âYeah, and Ron is my best mate. Heâs more than my best mate. He may as well be my brother. I wasnât going to sit back and watch them both die.â
Siriusâ face pulled. âYouâre just like your father.â
Harryâs heart pounded in his chest. âSo, you remember him then?â
Sirius let out a breath. âOh, yeah, I remember him all right.â
Harry didnât know whether or not that was a good thing or not. His chest heaved, his mind reeling with a million questions he wanted to ask but no idea where to even begin.
âDid you try for his games?â Harry whispered. âI heard you used to care.â
Siriusâ nostrils flared, his lips thinning into a line. âI stopped caring after he lost,â he admitted. âI stopped caring the moment that spear stabbed him in the heart.â
Harry swallowed. âDid you know him? Before the games, I mean.â
Siriusâ lower jaw jutted out. âI would have done for James what you did for your friend just now,â he said in a low voice.Â
Harry frowned.
âHe was my best friend,â Sirius continued, his head shaking. âYou have no idea the shit I have done to make sure you werenât reaped like him. You fucked it all up by volunteering.â
Harryâs stomach dropped to the floor at the admission. Despite the fact that there were plenty of people who had grand tales about James Potter, nobody mentioned that he was best mates with Sirius Black. Maybe everyone thought it was all too tragic or maybe people were too scared of Sirius to get caught talking about them.Â
When is the Arcane update dropping? Also would I need to have read every Hunger Gamess book to get your AU or I'd be fine just generally knowing what happens? Keep up the great work Sam !!
No idea about Arcane.
If you know the gist of The Hunger Games, youâll be fine.
