Writing in Shades of Viridian

Crack bad!fic

Wed, 10 Dec 2008 00:41:16 GMT

Title: Untitled. Im really bad w/titles. Maybe someone reading this had a good idea??
Summary: I'm bad with summarys too. Does someone want to write one for me??
Characters/Pairings: Harry//OC named Annie, but it's totaly not me. I don't write self-insertions fics, you guyz.
Genre: It's fanfiction, of course.Harry POtter fanfiction.
Rating/Warnings: G, no watning
Word Count: I dunno. Probably about 150? I'm really bad at math stuff.
Author's Note: Don't take this seriously. It was written for a prank at hogwartsishome.

It was a sun-shiney day on the grownds of Hogwarts. Annie wandered down to the lake to see the Giant Squid. She liked the Giant Squid and so did a lot of the other students of Hogwarts. The lake was the bestest hang out spot on nice days. Annie liked to go there because she was the most popular girl at hogwarts. She was a sparkly ravenclaw prefect and the queen of Hogsmeade weekends and everybody was her friend.

As Annie approached the lake she saw her crush Harry potter who was the most cutest and best boy in her year, but he had never really noticed her because he was a Gryffindor and he was too busy being an awesome quidditch seeker to notice a bookworn ravencalw, but Annie didn't care because she had been watching him and waiting for the perfecttim to confess her feelings to the Boy Who Lived.

Harry stood alone at the edge of the lake, looking out over the calm water. Annie approacked timidly. “Ummm, hi Hairy,” she called out. “can I talk to you?” Harry twirled around. “Annie! I've been wanting to talk to you too!” he exclaimed exccitedly. “Really?” Annie asked in surprise? “What about??” Harry grabbed Anie's cold hands. “I was wondering.” He paused. “If you would like to go to Madam Puddifoot's with me next hogsmeade? I've been watching you for years and I just can't take my eyes of you.”

Annie squealed in delight. “Yes! Yes! Of cource!” Harry held Anie's had as they walked together back up to the castle.

An Interrupted Honeymoon

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 03:56:07 GMT

Written for a writer's block challenge at hh_writersblock.

Challenge 1 - An Interrupted Honeymoon - viridian_virtue - g
Title: An Interrupted Honeymoon
Author: viridian_virtue
Rating: G
Character/Pairing: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione
Genre: Romance/Drama
Warnings: None really, post-DH
Word Count: 595

Harry knew that Hermione had meant well, but that didn’t stop him from being angry with her. He didn’t know how such an intelligent person could be so naïve. Ron was completely frustrated with her and decided that he needed to move into Grimmauld Place with Harry and Ginny, interrupting their honeymoon. Ginny wasn’t happy with the whole situation, but neither of them could refuse Ron when he looked so pitiful. After a couple bracing shots of firewhisky, Harry finally got the whole, if garbled, story out of Ron. It seemed that Hermione had finally taken Viktor Krum up on his offer to visit him in Bulgaria. Ron was convinced that Hermione was about to cancel their wedding and he would never see her again.

Late one evening, Harry and Ginny sat contentedly in front of the drawing room fireplace. “Have you seen your brother lately?“ Harry asked, realizing that he hadn’t seen Ron since breakfast that morning.

“I checked on him before dinner,” Ginny replied. “He’s in his room, moping again. I decided to just leave him alone. It’s better than him sitting around glaring at us for being so happy in the face of his unhappiness.”

Harry nodded his agreement just as Ginny’s owl flew in the room with a letter. Ginny untied the letter and unfolded it. “It’s from Hermione,” she said after taking a quick glance. Harry read it over her shoulder.

Dear Harry and Ginny,

I am sorry to hear that Ronald has plagued you with his presence so soon after your wedding. That is not what I intended when I decided to go visit Viktor. I had hoped that Ronald would be more mature about the whole situation. I thought he would be more mature about this. He seems to think that I have something I “need to get out of my system” before we get married. Ron should be glad to know that I haven’t even been able to see much of Viktor during my stay here since he is so busy with Quidditch practice. I am planning on coming home in a few days and hopefully I will be able to get Ronald out of your hair.

See you soon,
Hermione

Harry finished reading and looked at Ginny. “I’ll go break the news to him,” Harry said as he got up from the sofa. Harry quietly walked through the entryway, as they still hadn’t figured out how to remove Mrs. Black’s portrait, then proceeded upstairs to the guest bedroom. He opened the door without knocking. Ron was lying facedown on the bed and blearily looked up at Harry standing in the doorway.

“What is it?” he asked blearily.

“Hermione sent us a letter,” Harry replied. “She says she’s leaving Bulgaria early since Krum has been so busy with the upcoming Quidditch season. She’ll be here in a couple days.”

At Harry’s words, Ron jumped off the bed and hugged Harry. “She’s coming back.“ he crowed triumphantly.

“That’s what we were telling you the whole time,” Harry pointed out, but Ron was frantically packing his suitcase and didn‘t hear a work Harry said.

“There’s so much to do,” Ron mumbled. He looked up at Harry. “I’ve got to go, don’t have time to say goodbye to Ginny.”

Before Harry has a chance to say goodbye, Ron had apparated out of the room. Harry returned to the drawing room and joined his wife on the sofa. “He left,” Harry said simply and they proceeded to enjoy the fire in a comfortable silence.

Dumbledore's Army: Still Recruiting

Fri, 26 Oct 2007 03:50:42 GMT

Neville quietly got dressed in the dark dormitory. He grabbed his wand and was sneaking through the door when Seamus grabbed his arm.

“Don't go out there,” Seamus said quietly. “You're going to get into trouble again.”

“I don't care,” Neville whispered urgently. “I have to fight this! We can't just sit around and let the Death Eaters take over our school.” Neville jerked his arm out of Seamus' grasp as he stalked out of the room. Neville crept through the Gryffindor common room. He slipped through the portrait hole and turned to the Fat Lady. “Has anyone been around?” he asked quietly.

“Mrs Norris was sniffing around about a half hour ago, but she's long gone,” the Fat Lady replied. When Neville started his guerrilla campaign against the Death Eaters, he had found a most willing co-conspirator in the Fat Lady. Of late, she had become very protective of the Gryffindor students.

Neville stuck to the shadows as he made his way to meet Luna in the trophy room. As it was never locked, the trophy room was a perfect central location to meet for their covert attacks. Luna was already waiting when Neville arrived.

“Oh good, you made it,” Luna said in her usual dreamy voice. “When I got here and didn't see you, I wondered if you were caught.”

“Seamus tried to stop me,” Neville replied shortly. “Did you get the paint?” he asked.

“Yes,” replied Luna. “I took one of every color, since you never told me what we were painting.”

“Color doesn't matter,” Neville replied quickly. He looked around furtively. “Let's get going before we get caught.”

They quickly and quietly scurried through the shadows until they reached a long stretch of empty wall along the seventh floor corridor. “This looks like a good spot,” Neville whispered as he took one of the cans of paint and a brush from Luna.

“Are we painting a mural?” Luna asked dreamily. “I'm quite good at those. You should see the one in my bedroom at home. My father thinks it's quite good.”

“We're not doing anything that complicated.” Neville replied. “Just four words, actually.” He cracked open the paint can and dipped the brush in. He stood up the the wall, and, in a few decisive strokes, spelled out: “Dumbledore's Army: Still Recruiting.”