My writing is all over the place – compliments of ADHD brain. I have numerous projects in different stages of development – some have a title and a base plot, others are started and stalled for some reason or another, and others are being outlined.
At the moment, I have two works that I’m trying to find inspiration to resume writing and finish.
want you to live, want you to love: In which Harriet Potter got a letter requesting a strange meeting, and her friends had opinions.
Fade to Black: In which Professor Aurora Sinistra was curious about Mr. Harry Potter, leading her to reach out to an old friend, Remus Lupin, and they develop a strong interest in Sirius Black and the events of that Halloween.
I have several favorite in-development fics and ideas.
Untitled (working: follow ‘verse): Needing a distraction, Evan Buckley found himself in Las Vegas for the weekend, where he happened to meet Kelly Severide. Continuation of wherever you stray, I follow (I’m begging you to take my hand). Pairing: Buck/Kelly.
Untitled (working: Mischief Management): Fred and George Weasley with their new best friend Harry Potter were ready to . Continuation of Up to No Good – Ron and twins age-swap.
Untitled (working: Riddle ‘verse): Halycone Riddle took her responsibilities as a big sister seriously. She found her little brother at Wool’s Orphanage after their mother died, and she wouldn’t leave for Hogwarts without him. If that was an issue, Ilvermorny would welcome them. Continuation of Riddle Me This – Tom has an older sister.
Untitled (working: Green Eyes): Looking to change the outcome, Death fulfilled Holly Potter’s greatest desire – a family with children of her own. First came her own Loki, and then her daughter Helia. Continuation of My Son. Possibly: Thor/Holly or Death/Holly.
Untitled (no working title): On the train ride, Ron Weasley was reunited with his childhood friend, Luna Lovegood, as he befriended Harry Potter. Continuation of Let’s Be Friends – Luna and Hermione age-swap. Possibly: Ron/Hermione.
Untitled (working: Write to Me): Halesia Potter received an embarrassing singing dwarf Valentine from Adrian Pucey.
Untitled (no working title): Walburga Black had no interest in marrying her cousin, Orion, and she needed to find a better choice. Cue Harrie Potter – a Black by magic and a descendant of Salazar Slytherin. All Walburga needed to do was turn Harrie into Heiress H. Slytherin.
Pairing: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger
Prompt: (AU) Soulmates
By the time he was eleven, Harry Potter knew how to write his soulmate’s name blindfolded. Her name had been written on his arm for years. He spent hours tracing over the letters of her name – trying to sleep in the cupboard, between chores, and ignoring the things the Dursleys told him.
Hermione Jane Granger.
Harry trusted it would only be a matter of time until he found her. He just had to wait patiently and prove the Dursleys wrong – he was worthy of a soulmate and he would be a good and loyal soulmate.
When Harry looked through the shelves at Flourish and Blotts, he picked up a few books on soulmates. He wanted to learn more, and maybe magic had a way for him to find Hermione faster.
“Ye’r parents were soulmates,” Hargid told him over lunch.
Harry was shocked. The Dursleys told him that his parents weren’t soulmates and they weren’t worthy of having a soulmate. “They were?” he asked.
Hagrid nodded. “James, ye’r dad, pursued Lily for seven years until she agreed to date him,” he explained.
Nodding, Harry frowned at the phrasing. Pursued Lily. It sounded like his dad didn’t like being told “no” and he wasn’t respectful. One of the few things Aunt Petunia took the time to teach him was how to be respectful to women. It was impolite to ask a girl, or a woman, out more than once, and when she says “no” it meant “no,” not “ask again later” – though he later learned Dudley got his lessons from Uncle Vernon and those lessons were drastically different.
After Hagrid returned Harry to Privet Drive, the young wizard looked at Number Four before he returned and walked away. Knowing about magic, Harry didn’t want to remain with the Dursleys and, technically, no one told him to stay with them. He knew the Dursleys. If he walked into Number Four, it was unlikely Harry would be attending Hogwarts in September.
Instead, Harry took his school trunk and he walked to the bus stop. Thanks to Hagrid, Harry had money and he knew how to get to London and where The Leaky Caldron was.
A few hours later, Harry had a room at The Leaky Caldron and he a morning appointment with solicitor from Scroll and Wand, The Law Offices of Bones, Shafiq, Li, and Vane.
Turning his attention to his new owl named Hedwig, he asked, “Can you take a letter to anyone?” he asked.
The snowy owl turned her amber eyes to him and she hooted.
“Can you take one to my soulmate?” he asked, a spark of hope forming in his chest.
Hedwig hooted a second time and she stuck out her leg.
“Wicked,” he muttered with a smile as he moved to gather a pen and a piece of parchment.
i feel like (Relationship) Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter + (Dialogue) "Your existence is giving me a headache. go stand over there." would be awesome
Relationship: Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter
Prompt: (Dialogue) “Your existence is giving me a headache. Go stand over there.”
Neville Longbottom questioned some of his life choices – most notably his friendship with Harry Potter.
“Will you stop that?” demanded his own voice.
Turning, Neville glared at his body. “No,” he hissed in Harry Potter’s voice,
“Can you go over there?” Harry asked from Neville’s body. “I’m trying to concentrate and you’re distracting me.”
Glaring, Neville snapped, “I’m sorry. I’m struggling with how you managed to defy one of the fundamental laws of magic. This like this,” he gestured to the body he was in, “doesn’t normally happen.”
Ron Weasley snorted. “Polyjuice?” he muttered.
Neville whipped around to glare at the redhead. “I was specific,” he hissed. “I said ‘fundamental laws of magic.’ We didn’t simply drink a potion to turn into one another for an hour. We have switched bodies and no one can figure out how – let alone how to switch us back.”
A moment of silence followed Neville’s rant.
“You’re being overdramatic,” Hermione Granger stated, sounding bored. “We know how it happened.
Neville turned his glare to the bushy-haired witch. “Please, explain, how this happened then,” he requested.
“You and Harry switched bodies,” Hermione responded, “through a magical mishap.”
“And?” he pressed, motioning for her to continue.
"We’re working on it,” she stated.
Neville glared at her.
"Mate,” Ron said, “it’s unsettling watching you glare at us so much.”
"It’s not me,” Harry said. “It’s–.”
“Just stop,” Neville said, cutting the other wizard off.
“Neville,” Luna Lovegood said, coming up to his side, “let’s go for a walk and leave the trio to their research.”
Because I got prompts and ideas mixed up, and I wrote this instead.
Neville and Harry - Wand
......Because "wand" fits best.
Relationship: Neville Longbottom and Harry Potter
Prompt: (Object) Wand
Neville Longbottom watched as Ron Weasley ranted and raved about Harry Potter and his name coming out of the Goblet of Fire, making himself the fourth Champion in The Triwizard Tournament. It took a lot of self-control for Neville to sit back and listen to the redhead.
Harry should be Neville’s best friend – not Ron’s. Neville won’t be jealous, like Ron. instead, Neville would be a loyal and supportive best friend and he would understand that Harry wasn’t a willing participate.
His eyes widened as he realized this would be a perfect opportunity to befriend Harry. If he was lucky, he would take his rightful place as Harry’s best friend and convince Harry to complete their bond as godbrothers.
Standing up from his bed, Neville grabbed his wand and his cloak before leaving the dorm and heading down to the common room. His mind was racing as he quickly pieced a plan together.
He needed to shart by checking on Harry. While they weren’t close, Neville knew Harry. Harry disliked the attention and he loathed his fame – and Neville knew Harry well enough to know that he didn’t enter the tournament.
Neville frowned as he looked around the common room. The party was crowded with butterbeers and food being passed around, and more Gryffindors gathered around. Most of the gathered crowd was watching the entrance or shooting glances around.
Frowning, Neville decided it would be best to wait for Harry in the hallway.
He quickly exited the common room, watching the portrait close behind him. The hallway was empty – minus the numerous portraits. Neville frowned, noticing there were extra figures hanging around the portraits. Uncertain where to find Harry, Neville leaned back against the wall near the Fat Lady.
As he waited, Neville thought about what he wanted to say. This was his chance to earn Harry’s loyalty and friendship, and he needed to be careful. It wouldn’t do to denounce Ron as much as he wanted.
He needed to let Harry come to his own conclusions about the redhead. Neville needed to think about how to phrase things. Neville wanted to be open and friendly without being too eager or pushy. Basically, he needed to find a way to let Harry knew he supported him and believed he hadn’t entered himself in the tournament, and Neville was there if Harry needed someone.
A few minutes later, Neville pushed himself off the wall and he approached the portrait. Harry was slowly walking down the hallway.
Harry looked uncertain as he stopped in front of Neville.
“They’re, ah,” Neville began, nervously shifting from foot to foot. “The Weasley twins organized a party, and a lot of the House is waiting around.”
Harry sighed, his shoulders slumping.
“Opinion is divided,” Neville continued. “Most believe you either entered yourself or you got an older student to do it for you.”
Harry nodded, his expression closed off.
Neville thought about what to say next. “I believe you didn’t enter,” he stated. “If you need anything, let me know.” He offered a small smile.
Harry met Neville’s eyes and he nodded before turning to the Fat Lady. He muttered the password.
The portrait opened.
Harry entered the common room with Neville a few steps behind.
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/James Potter
Prompt: (Spell) Patronus
James Potter smiled as he watched his best friends after they were pronounced as a bonded pair and presented as Remus and Sirius Black. They shared a hug before pulling back. Sirius was grinning and Remus was smiling.
They shared a look – full of love and an unspoken connection.
Envy filled James. He wanted that! He wanted what they had.
Sirius and Remus raised their wands, each casting a nonverbal Patronus Charm. Padfoot ran around the couple before tackling Moony. The wolf leaned into the dog.
Sirius and Remus laced their fingers together as they watched their Patronuses. The pair found they were soulmates at the beginning of their seventh year when they learned the Patronus Charm. They were the first couple to form in their year.
At the end beginning of their seventh year, each student learned the Patronus Charm. With time, the compelled Patronus could lead someone to their soulmate.
“Please join,” Lord Arcturus Black III stated. He waved his own wand, casting his own Patronus Charm.
James watched as others casted the Patronus Charms. He pulled out his wand, silently casting his own Patronus Charm.
A few seconds later, a peacock was circling around him. James frowned, tracking its movements.
His heart leapt as he started looking around for his own Patronus. Prongs was nowhere to be seen. Surely a large stag would be easy to find.
After a few minutes of searching, James spotted his Patronus. Prongs was using his antlers to herd Lucius Malfoy forwarded. The blonde wizard looked amused as he walked forward and he glanced around – probably looking for his own Patronus.
A smile slowly formed as James watched Lucius and Prongs.
It took a few minutes for Lucius a minute to spot James and the peacock.
The blonde’s expression didn’t change. His silver eyes lingered on the peacock before meeting James’ hazel eyes.
Something passed between the pair.
James’ gaze dropped to the peacock as he noticed the bird’s tailfeathers fan out.
“Show off,” Lucius muttered, fondness in his tone, as he stopped next to James.
James smiled, turning to look at the older wizard.
Camille Voight offered a polite smile to the Desk Sergeant as she entered the building.
“Mrs. Voight,” the sergeant greeted her. “Here for your husband?”
“Just long enough to drop off dinner,” she explained.
The desk sergeant waved her off, and Camille quickly headed back to her husband’s desk. He was temporarily reassigned from the Gang Unit to Murder, and from their phone call, it sounded like he caught a bad case.
At her husband’s desk, a lanky teenage boy with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes was seated across from her husband. Looking at the teenager, she could tell something was wrong.
“Hank,” she said as she approached the desk.
At the sound of his name, her husband looked up. Something sparked in his dark eyes at the sight of her.
“How is it you always end up at the center of these things?” Christopher Pike asked, a combination of annoyance and fondness in his tone.
“It was the best idea,” Jim Kirk answered.
The man raised an eyebrow before turning his gaze to Jim’s partner, Lenard McCoy.
McCoy sighed, “It really is the best idea.”
Jim beamed, nodding. “Bones is the best dad,” he explained, “and this way he gets Jo.”
Pike took a sip of coffee as he felt the pains of an oncoming headache. “So,” he began, “let me recap: while Dr. McCoy was off-planet, you got a phone call about the accident and Jo needing a home, and you told the government official you would take her as he and McCoy were married then you hacked government records to create fake records.”
Camille’s dark eyes narrowed as her gaze shifted to her stepbrother – he was no longer her brother – when her nephew – he would always be her nephew or her son – left the room.
“If you take him, don’t expect a penny from us,” Margaret declared, straightening her shoulder and raising her head. It was all the better to stare down her nose at her husband’s stepsister.
“I’ll take him,” Camille said, glaring at the couple, “and we’ll manage.” It would be a cold day in hell before she or Hank took a cent from the Buckleys’. After today, Phillip and Margaret Buckley wouldn’t be considered family – and it was hard to say about Maddie.
“Do you think I’ll be sent home?” Delph whispered as she followed Teddy out of their compartment. She bit her lip, tugging on the hem of her borrowed robes.
He frowned. “I don’t think so,” he answered. “Do you have your letter?”
Delph nodded, her left hand touching the robes near her heart. Her acceptance letter was safely tugged away in the inner pocket. “I only have the letter,” she whispered, “nothing else.”
He sighed. “I already owled Uncle Harry,” he reminded her. “He’s an Auror. He’ll know what to do, and if he doesn’t then surely Aunt Hermione will.”
Delph offered him a small smile. “I don’t want to be sent back home,” she whispered.
Thor’s eyes narrowed as he took in the child. He was the spinning image of Loki as a boy – dark hair, pale skin, and big green eyes.
“This is my child,” the witch said, her hand affectionately running over the boy’s head, “James Loki Potter.”
With a great amount of effort, Thor tore his eyes away from his younger brother to meet the witch’s green eyes. “He is my brother,” he explained, emotions heavy in his tone. “I thought he was lost.”
Something in the witch’s eyes changed. “The being you knew as Loki Odinson is no more,” she said, her tone gentler. Her green eyes fell onto the boy hiding her.
Thor nodded somberly, slowly understanding. “May I know your child?” he asked. “He is not my little brother, but he is the closest I shall have.”
“Miss Riddle,” the man with questionable fashion sense and a blonde mustache began as his eyes fell on Tom, “we should have this discussion in private.”
“Whatever you say to me, you can say in front of my brother,” Halycone stated as she closed the door behind the professor. “He will begin attending in a few years.”
The professor frowned, looking between Halycone and her little brother. “Just because your siblings, doesn’t guarantee acceptance,” he explained.
Halycone raised an eyebrow. “We possess the same talents,” she said. “If Tom doesn’t have a place at Hogwarts then neither do I. Our bloodline will be more than welcome at Ilvermorny.”
John stood, glaring at the demon. Why did this bitch insist on making a deal with him? He wanted the Yellow-Eyed Demon, not her.
His eyes widened a little. “What did you say?” he asked.
A dark eyebrow rose. “Which part, Winchester?” she asked.
“The Yellow-Eyes,” he explained. "Did you say he had a name?"
The demon's green eyes narrowed as she stared at him. A smirk slowly formed on her red lips. “Honestly, mortal,” she said, her tone dark, "humans and demons are more alike than you know."
