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One accronym. Two lives. Nine different meanings.
Written for corneliaavenue's TTPD Several Sunlit Daylights challenge.
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17 Apr 2024
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Ginny Weasley comes of age among the beasts, the wild things of their world.
(or: how the youngest Weasley won the Hanging Out With Hagrid Award).
Post-war canon compliant longfic. Flashbacks/non-linear narrative. Harry/Ginny.
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07 Feb 2024
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The day she's born, Fabian is there. Peers over the bassinet for so long, Arthur wonders if he too is counting ten perfect pink toes.
“Shit,” he says to Arthur over a cigar that night, after talking war, “this world will never be good enough for her.”100-Word Drabbles for Arthur and Ginny Weasley.
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17 Oct 2023
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Under a Star-Strewn sky. by Al_in_the_air
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling
25 Jan 2021
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The night after the events of Cursed Child, Harry can't sleep and when he checks on Albus, he realises he's not the only one struggling. It's been a rough few years but Harry finally has chance to be a better dad to Albus, and this time he wont mess it up.
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Harry comforts Albus after a nightmare, and they are finally honest with each other.
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24 Aug 2023
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After the end of the first war, Remus goes to New Orleans to forget.
Sirius turned his head, then, and fixed Remus with a look, cool and sharp and half-in-shadow. One corner of his mouth curled, and one eyebrow cocked, as if to say, I see you, Moony. Trying not to look.
It had taken until the end of sixth year before he could let himself think about why it was so hard to keep his eyes to himself. The back of Sirius's long graceful neck in detentions, the trail of black hairs down his stomach when his shirt lifted as he stretched. There was something mythical about him, chiseled and marble-white like an ancient statue; something remote in the same way too. Remus wanted to touch him—in the way one wants to touch a fine work of art. In the way one almost wants to rend it with his hands and eat it.
God, Remus had thought. Something else wrong with me. Something else I can never let anyone find out.
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09 Jul 2023