Wasteful
Chapter 22 of 40
AuretteThe Death Eaters start to buckle under the pressure. Hermione watches a true Slytherin at work.
ReviewedMany thanks to Astopperindeath for her patience and hard work.
It was early Saturday night, a full week since my beating at the hands of Macnair. I had managed to avoid him with the help of the younger Death Eaters. But not many of them were on hand this night, so I was doing my best to fade into the background while serving drinks. Ma had sent me upstairs twice with ordinary businessmen, and I was sure she was trying to keep me out of trouble. But both only wanted a quick tumble, and each time I was back downstairs too soon. Macnair was drinking hard. Maisy was doing her best to get him to go upstairs with her, but he was more concerned with trying to show up his fellow Death Eaters in a pathetic bid to hold onto his power. Only the two Crabbes and Carrow seemed to be buying his act. They had only recently started to spend time in here and were only too happy to ingratiate themselves with whoever seemed the most powerful.
The door opened, and Ma's voice fluttered into the foyer in welcome. Hoping it would get me out of this room, I turned to see who was there. A tramp of boots announced the arrival of eight Death Eaters in full regalia, black robes and masks in place. They entered the Lilac Lounge amidst startled cries and gasps from the girls. They spread out into two columns of four and the room fell quiet. This was a sight none of us women would ever be at peace with; for all of us, it preceded the loss of everything we loved.
One of the masked figures surveyed the room and barked out a name.
"Rookwood."
"He's upstairs," Yaxley called back.
"Get him." I tried to recognize the voice, but couldn't be sure with the mask muffling the sound. I thought it might be Vaisey.
Movement at the door caught my eye, and I turned to see another Death Eater stride into the room. Tall and incredibly imposing, he moved with grace and power. I knew it was Severus as soon as I saw him, but at the same time I barely recognized him. This man had presence; he positively dripped gravitas. All eyes were on him as he made his entrance. He stopped in the middle of the room and removed his mask in a careless gesture with his long slender hands.
"Now, now, show a bit of respect. These gentlemen are our brothers," he said. He turned to Yaxley and said politely, "Would you be so kind as to let Augustus know he has business with Lord Voldemort this night? I am sure he will be pleased."
Yaxley gave a sharp nod and left the room after a quick consultation with a very frightened Ma.
I stood riveted to the floor, watching as the room relaxed just a bit and conversation returned. It was because my full attention was on Severus that I was not prepared for Macnair.
He had come alongside as the scene unfolded, and when it looked like everyone's attention had started to drift, he made his move. Reaching out a hand, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and snatched me off my feet. The tray of drinks crashed to the ground and everyone turned to look as he dragged me through the broken glass up onto my knees by my hair and started to grind my face into his crotch.
"What say you and me have another little go, eh, Princess?"
I turned my face away in disgust and saw Severus's bored expression just before he turned his back on me and resumed a quiet conversation with Selwyn.
Seeing that his ploy to get a rise out of Snape had failed, he threw me away with a vicious tug on my hair. I slammed up against the wall, knocking over a vase. Two of the masked Death Eaters took a step in my direction but stopped. Ma shrieked and came running; she kept up a steady stream of complaints about the broken vase and how it would come out of my earnings, but she vanished the shards of glass digging into my knees and gently helped me to my feet. She pushed me towards the door firmly, yelling about how I was a disgrace and needed to get out of her sight. I took her offered escape and tried to make my way out of the room. I backpedaled quickly when Yaxley entered with Rookwood hard on his heels. Macnair came up behind me again, but the four masked Death Eaters nearest stepped in and surrounded me. Macnair swung past them and grabbed Snape by the shoulder to spin him around. Snape's shoulder gave only an inch. Slowly, in his own time, Snape turned to face Macnair. He graced him with a quizzical look.
"Just what the hell do you think you're about Snape, coming in here all high and mighty?"
Snape brushed at the shoulder Macnair had grabbed and replied, "I am on our Lord's business, as I have said. It is of no concern to you." He sneered as he turned his attention back to Rookwood.
"Come, Augustus. Lord Voldemort wishes to speak to you about your new responsibilities." At that, he swung around and took a step to the door. The masked Death Eaters fell into line, prepared to precede Rookwood and Snape out.
"No!" shouted Macnair. He was shaking in fury as he drew his wand. "Rookwood! You will get nothing of mine!" Snape and Rookwood stopped and turned back toward Macnair. Severus wore an expression of irritated impatience, but Rookwood laughed smugly at the enraged man.
"The Dark lord giveth," intoned a gloating Rookwood, "and the Dark Lord taketh... away." This pushed Macnair over the edge, and with a snap of his wrist and a yell of "Avada Kedavra!" Rookwood fell dead to the floor. I screamed as I watched the jet of green light streak past Severus. Thankfully, I was not the only one.
"Expelliarmus! Petrificus totalus!" The room broke out in chaos as people yelled or screamed and scrambled for cover, but Severus never lost focus. The power of his spell sent Macnair flying into the wall with enough force to crack the plaster behind him from floor to ceiling. In a misguided bid to support Macnair, Carrow threw a curse at Snape but was cut down by Yaxley as three of the masked Death Eaters cast Shielding spells; there was a sickening crack as his head hit a table on the way down. Meanwhile, Snape had levitated the petrified Macnair and watched him slowly spin in the air while he held the man's wand in his fingers.
He twitched his head towards Carrow's still form, and one of his men bent down to feel for a pulse. The Death Eater looked up and shook his head.
"Wasteful," he said with disgust. "Take them; take the three of them out of here."
We all stood frozen as Macnair and the bodies of the two Elder Death Eaters were levitated out of the room.
Snape turned towards Ma, who had her arms wrapped around a sobbing Maisy.
"Agatha, I am terribly sorry for the damage to your premises." He reached into his robes, pulled out a small sack and laid it on the table nearest him. "I do hope this covers the costs.
"Yaxley, I would ask you to come with me to report tonight's events to our Lord."
"I shall."
"Very good." With a final sweep of the room with his eyes, eyes that never even looked at me, Severus left the house in a swirl of robes.
The room was full of quiet sobs and the leave-taking of the remaining Death Eaters, as they settled up their bills with Ma and fled the scene.
Ma sent us all to the kitchen to get some tea and pull ourselves together. I quietly apologized for breaking her vase, and she chuffed a breath.
"I got that thing for three knuts in a secondhand shop in Diagon Alley. Don't you pay my words any heed; I was just trying to get you out of the room."
I gave her an impulsive hug and thanked her. She stiffened but then patted me on the back and sent me on my way to the kitchen.
The room was noisy as the women retold the events of the night to rid themselves of the memory.
Peaches handed me the cup of tea she had made me; both of our hands were still trembling.
"Tidy bit of business there," she said quietly. "Three down in barely twenty minutes."
I nodded and gratefully drank down the tea.
"He hardly looked like the same man from that one night, did he? I had it in my mind that he was all boney and scruffy, and well, kind of a wimp." She shuddered. "I'm glad he's on your side, Princess, because the man that walked in tonight? That man scared the shit out of me."
"He was impressive, wasn't he?" I replied. "I can tell you he wasn't any less terrifying as a teacher." A shrill giggle bubbled up in my throat.
"Lord, I would have blown up my cauldron every time he came near if that was the case."
"Some of us did." I said. My mind drifted to Neville, and I wondered if he could have made it to the forest. Could he be alive out there? But then, I remembered his fear had always been tempered by his implacable determination. Neville would have done whatever he could to see that others got away. He would not have thought of himself first. Unless there had been a large group that made it to the forest, and Winky made it seem that wasn't the case, Neville would have stayed to fight until the end.
Eventually, we drifted out of the kitchen. Some of us went back to the Lilac Lounge to tidy up, the rest scattered to other rooms. I could hear the sound of music as Angel played a quiet tune on the piano. The house was quiet for another hour or so, but then gentlemen started to arrive and work resumed.
At around eleven that evening, the front door opened and in walked Mulciber, followed by four masked Death Eaters. The women backed away quickly, and a couple of businessmen reassessed what constituted an enjoyable night and bolted out the door as soon as it was clear of black robes.
Mulciber spoke to Ma quietly, and I could see she was nervous. He never came to our establishment anymore, so a feeling of dread settle deep in my gut. Ma turned and pointed at me and then at Maisy where we stood in the doorway of the Emerald Lounge, and then signaled for us to come over.
"We have questions to ask about the events that happened tonight. You will come with us," Mulciber ordered. He turned and gestured toward Ma to lead the way.
We all trooped into the Rose Lounge. He waved at the doors, and two Death Eaters closed them and stood guard. Mulciber gestured towards the couch, and another Death Eater pushed us over to sit and then took up a position right behind us. I noticed Ma was grouped in with us. The final Death Eater in the group pulled out a glass and filled it with water from his wand. Placing it on the table in front of us, he pulled a vial from his robes, and I watched in horror as three drops fell into the glass. Veritaserum. Replacing the vial in his robes, he stood back, but when Mulciber waved his arm again he lifted the glass and brought it to Ma to sip. Then, he handed the glass to Maisy, who took the glass with a little gasp and took a bold swallow. Finally, he turned to me. As I reached for the glass, I looked up and into the masked eyes of Theodore Nott. It took great control not to react. I took a swallow and tasted a hint of opium. Odd: Veritaserum had no taste. I looked again at the masked face in front of me and saw Nott wink.
Mulciber was content to sit and stare at us, and I soon started to feel myself become relaxed and my head felt a bit muzzy. However, I felt no accompanying need to tell any deep truths.
I let my eyes go unfocused and relaxed my face while gently stepping on Maisy's foot under the table. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ma's head droop, and then Maisy relaxed and her head tilted slightly to the side. I felt an answering nudge on my foot.
"Finally. Starting with you, Agatha. I want to know the events of this evening."
I didn't know if it was intentional subterfuge or the power of suggestion, but Ma proceeded to give an incredibly detailed account of the entire evening. Mulciber had to stop her at several points when she started in on such minutiae as what she had the house-elves serve to which room. He started in on Maisy, and she repeated the process in a dull monotone that lulled the mind with its cadence. I let my mind drift free, listening and not listening, a trick any woman used to a man's bragging has learned.
Then it was my turn, but rather than repeat the events of the night as well, Mulciber's questions got very specific very fast.
"Tell me what kind of relationship you have with Severus Snape." I saw four masked heads snap towards my direction.
"He taught me Potions in school. He hated me."
"Not then, damn it! Have you had any kind of sexual relationship with your Potions master recently?"
"Yes. Months ago, he had sex with me."
"Is that it? Just that one time?"
"Yes. We went upstairs with Macnair and Peaches."
"Has Severus Snape ever spoken to you or communicated with you by any means since then?"
"No." I replied. I saw the other Death Eaters in the room relax. They needed to work on that.
"Have you, or anyone in your knowledge, ever tried to make contact with anyone outside of this house?"
"No."
"Have you, or anyone you know of, ever spread malicious rumors with intent to harm a member of the Ministry?"
"Yes. When I was in sixth year, I maliciously spread a rumor about Umbridge having to do with the fur trim on her cloak and missing kittens."
"Oh, leave off." He turned away in disgust and addressed the others in the room. "I guess Macnair was lying to save his arse after all. See to them and meet me back at the Ministry. This was a foul waste of my time." With that, he stomped out of the room and out of the house. When we all heard the crack of his angry Apparition outside, the four Death Eaters relaxed and took off their masks.
Before us were Nott, Vaisey, Warrington and Urquhart. Nott waved the other three out and then came over and offered his hand to help Ma up from the couch.
"You should get to your beds. The potion will make you sleepy," he said.
She gave him a tremulous smile and then looked back at Maisy and me as if she wanted to speak. Instead, she gave a quick glance to Nott and pressed her lips firmly together. She took a few steps across the room but stopped and turned back again.
"Head to bed, girls," was all she said, and she left the room, clutching the arm of Theo Nott.
Maisy expelled a breath loudly.
"Do you think she knew the potion was a fraud?" she hissed.
"I don't know. How many people have ever had Veritaserum before? Or paid much attention in Potions class?"
"I hadn't, but I knew Theo was up to something, so I just went with it."
"But Ma, she reacted just as if the stuff worked," I said.
"Maybe it was the power of suggestion?"
"Maybe. But I think not. I think we need to figure out exactly where Ma's loyalties lie and soon. She's either an asset, or she's a major liability."
"Agreed," said Maisy as we left the room.
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597 Reviews | 6.94/10 Average
I agree with Mick42 in the sense that I don't like the Voldemort won/everyone's dead/Hermione's a whore stories. I avoid them like the plague. I decided to give this one a go based on the reviews. I was very, very skeptical. There were aspects to the writing that I didn't like, such as it being written in first person, but the memorial scene alone made it well worth the read. I may have shed a tear (or 10).
Wow...just wow. Now I know why all of these other reviewers have shed a tear. I am a mess. Still smiling tho'! Captivating read. Kudos!
Yay, all finished. It's been a while since I've read this, so I had forgotten a lot of the details in the ending chapters, but I still love it as much as I did the first time I read it. You have my in tears reading the end couple of chapters now, but that's terribly easy to do to a pregnant woman, so don't worry too much lol.
I just love Snape, have I ever mentioned that? I do. And it's stuff like this in stories- him vowing to protect Hermione- that make me love him even more..
This is one I've read before, on ffnet I think, but I have to read it here too, it just seems impossible not to reread your favorite stories when you come across them somewhere. The bonus is that you already know you love the story, even if you can't remember all the details between point A and A.D.
My dear Aurette,I have spent half of yesterday and all of today re-reading this unbelievable story. Half of the time, I've been a sobbing, sopping mess - when S&H were gathering forces and found people who were still alive, the whole Harry and Ron speaking to Hermione from the great beyond, the memorial scene (holy crap, talk about sobbing!), reuniting with Minerva's ghost, and the list goes on. I love the plot of the story. I love your numerous OCs. I love how the young DEs revolt. I love how forces from all sides join together to fight the Dark Lord. I love the romance between S&H. I love how utterly vulnerable he is to her, and she to him. I love how wizarding society hero-worships Snape in the end. I love So Many Things about this story. If my heart could take it, I'd start it all over again, but I really wasn't exaggerating when I said I was sobbing half the time I was reading. This might sound odd, but reading this today, US Memorial Day, just makes it seem even more poignant. But I do think it's honoring to RL sacrifices by reading about fictional ones. Thank you so much for this absolutely wonderful story, and for giving me such an enjoyable (if teary and snotty) way to spend my day off.Love,Christev
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
{{{hugs}}}What a beautiful thing to say. I am deeply touched and honored. Thank you, Christev.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
{{{hugs}}}What a beautiful thing to say. I am deeply touched and honored. Thank you, Christev.
Heartbreaking and wonderful and worth rereading. Thank you for sharing this.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I'm so glad you enjoyed. ;-)
Just re-read this and had to mention: Best Epilogue Ever. Why couldn't you have given JK a few pointers? ;-p
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
LOL! She never asked... Thank you!
I've just flown through the last several chapters, held in thrall to this story! This is just genius, you know, starting at a place of total desolation - this terrible post-war dystopia - and taking all the elements from DH (the prophecy from Severus, the Hallows, even walking beside the dead and moving with them before returning to earth - thanks particularly for including Draco with the others), using them as they were meant to be used, finding another way of stopping Voldemort and reenvisioning a new world in the aftermath.
And I love seeing Snape marked as the Man Who Lived! And a father! And the Minister! (And that proposal? Mmm-hmm... clearly, he has caught on to everything Hermione's been teaching him!)
You strike such a great balance between comedy and high drama. It's such a pleasure to read.
Oh, Goyle. Goyles will be Goyles, I suppose!"I think you have just been metaphorically peed on." Oh, I love this line... particularly since Severus' possessiveness towards Hermione is such a strong part of his character (which is why his reluctant willingness to 'share' Hermione rather than lose her was SO terribly shocking).
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Thank you! And I think, by his behavior in this chapter, you can see he tacitly took those words... back.
Response from ofankoma (Reviewer)
Oh, absolutely! That's what's so marvelous to see in this Snape. He acts impulsively so often, and then immediately knows that it's not what he really wanted, and is slowly learning to keep it all in check as he accepts the fact that she really loves him and that he's truly safe with her.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Hannah and Neville! Woo-hoo! (You can just feel the little triumphs along the way - things are getting brighter all the time!) And the lack of trust between all parties involved... yes, that feels completely, completely believable.(Also,I don't know that I've ever met an original character that I've liked, but Peaches is fantastic. Just fantastic. You make me change my mind on a lot of things, I think...)
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I intentionally started this tale as dark as I could make it, and then slowly let the light in. Neville and Hannah were such a beacon of hope...
Ah, the trust between the two as they examine the girls! And her red robes... yes, I imagine Severus doesn't want Hermione in anything less than a high-necked robe in front of her old beau.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Trust is something they thought they had, but as you can see, they are both too emotionally unsophisticated to not end up with issues.
Whoa, whoa, whoa... Elder Goyle and Ma are two revelations here, aren't they? As for the former, it really makes me wonder (again and again) what Voldemort's plan was 'when' he won. Why cheat Death if you have nothing to live for? For someone as hypothetically long-sighted as he was (looking to an eternity of power and control over the wizarding world), he's remarkably short-sighted here (what do you do now that you've won?). You raise all sorts of fascinating questions here. And Ma, with the Veritaserum? Grand.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Ma was intended to just be a stock vilain, but she elbowed her way toward three dimentional. I was very happy with the way she worked out.
The robes! Wonderful, wonderful, all around, from Hermione's comfort in them and the note exchange.Charlie and Viktor? You're really getting things moving here, aren't you? Momentum. You're really a master with creating a momentum that just pulls a reader through the story. I don't mean just here, but everything I've read up til now - it's so well paced and unfolds so naturally. In case I haven't said this in a chapter or two, thanks so much for sharing this.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I was very attuned to the pacing of this tale. It was my very first mult-chaptered fic and getting the pacing down right was one of my primary concerns. Thank you so much for reviewing it!
Hooray! I love what you've done with Theo Nott. The second guessing and the regret shows how easy it was for misguided, then-ambivalent people to latch on to Voldemort's coat tails. (Cloak tails?) Very like Severus at that age, no?You're also hilarious, but I suspect you know that. "Conjure myself some decent clothes?" FABULOUS.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Exactly! I saw Theo as not being wildly different from young Snape, just perhaps a bit more entitled. I am so glad you liked this.
Wow. There are so many things I love, love, love in this chapter. First off, the relationship between Severus and the Malfoys. (Ach, and the horror of their deaths!) Next, Dumbledore's attitude. I, for one, have a tendency to vilify the man. Reading the repentance he shows here makes me rethink a lot of things about him. (So thank you for challenging me!) But you're right - we have a lot of evidence in DH that there are many unspoken things in his past that explain his present actions. And, of course, it's just a relief to see that he finally has someone to tell all this to, someone who will care for him and stand by him through it all. This is just wonderful, and I'm completely loving your writing and this story!
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I also have a tendancy to vilify Dumbledore, but I know that was never JKR's intention, so every so often I try and reset my thinking. Then I backslide. lol.
There are so many reasons I love this story... wonderful narrative flow, seamless incorporation of canon devices (Hallows! Can't wait to see them in action!), a fresh perspective on the nature of evil in the Voldemort regime, a place to see regrets worked out and atoned for.But the single greatest reason why this is so fabulous is your clear vision of your characters. What we know of them from JKR is fleshed out so beautifully here, and it's not a happy-go-lucky, cleaned up and sanitized version of the very broken people we know (and love), but a hard look at the mistakes they make and how they learn together to move on and forgive one another in a much deeper understanding of who the other really is.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
This chapter was my impetus for writing the whole fic. I wanted to get to this scene. Of course, once I did, I then had a Ministry to over throw... lol.
Oh, now that's interesting... incorporating the Hallows? I think this means we'll get to see some action from the Elder Wand (killing Voldemort?), the Resurrection Stone (Harry and Ron?), and the Invisibility Cloak (I have no idea on this one... it's useful in so many ways). I can't wait to see where they lead!
Severus' thoughts on the ambition of Voldemort five years out are interesting... it certainly does make you wonder - what would Tom have done had he won? Did he have a plan in place? I mean, the fear of ignominious death aside, what was really motivating his actions? What did he envision for the Wizarding world?
There's much that I enjoy in this chapter... the way they recognize each other as being, really, the only people left on earth (that we know of so far) who can really see one another is fantastic. Antarctica banter with penguins! 'Whoever had broken this man deserved to burn in hell.'What I found myself wishing I had here was Hermione's musings on her own sexual history. Was she a virgin before she was enslaved here? I found I wanted this when she first talked about her position as a whore with Snape as well... I just want it sometime. (Maybe it's coming up later? We'll see!) There seems to be space for her to say that she's still a virgin (so to speak) with a great deal of this as well. And defend her innocence. Since she never kissed Ron in the final battle (AU breaks off earlier here, right?), has she even been kissed?
Response from ofankoma (Reviewer)
(Because Severus very well may be right in trying to stop her... for her own peace of mind, certainly, and for the fact that she's been traumatised for years there. Another sexual experience now may not be helpful on the road to recovery, and he'd certainly be remiss if he didn't know the situation before letting her have her way with him...)
The harpsichord? That's hilarious. Does she tune it herself, as well? All the descriptions of this place add up to a bizarre, depressing, garish nightmare. It's like everyone tossed in their leftovers and out popped a brother, or several people's lives just vomited out all their extras on the (Voldemort-run) street.
Ah, Draco. I'm sad to hear he's lost. I have a soft spot for him as one of the people who gave Severus a will to go on in HBP and DH. I would have liked seeing your Snape deal with him.
That last long paragraph on the enigma of Snape? Spot on. It sums up why he's such a fascinating character in canon: powerful and powerless, beautiful and ugly, lauded and humiliated. The ambiguity of him is so rich, and not in the Dumbledore 'we sort too soon' sort of way, claiming that he's truly a Gryffindor at heart merely because he's on the side of good.
As to protection, well, that's another one of the strongest themes attached to him in canon, isn't it? He's constantly fighting to protect people - even people he despises -and he prepares them all to do the same. Your Hermione's a lucky girl...
Well done, you.
Hmm... "I, too, practice self-denial?" I think he might practice a few kinds of denial here, since he did just move to kiss her. (Of course, perhaps poor Severus doesn't know any better. He missed out on the 'What not to do whilst visiting a whorehouse' lesson in finishing school.) I greatly appreciate a post-DH Snape who doesn't know what to do with a woman... after all, when you poke around in canon, it seems fairly obvious that his social calendar was empty.
I also enjoy the dynamic you're setting up between Hermione and Peaches, the latter of whom is clearly in control of her own destiny in a way that Hermione just isn't... yet.
And...Harry and Ron? What?!?
Oh, gravy! Lime-green peignoirs and silver mules? This is a high class establishment poor Hermione's stuck in. (Although the lime-green clothing is oddly reminiscent of St. Mungo's...)
I love a phrase like "She floated in like a frigate in full sail." Really, the oppressing shabbiness of the place is overwhelming. I'm so very wary of new characters, so I'm really hoping I will like yours... Peaches, maybe yes? Ma, maybe no. Unless we do know Ma or Angel already and they're just under aliases like the Princess?
Drinking Cocoa enticed me back here to revisit this wonderful, deep, rich tale once again, when I should be doing my own writing and in other ways getting the heap of papers on my desk cleared and sorted (not to mention getting to bed at a decent hour). But, no, I had to swallow this beautiful work whole once again, rediscovering all its complexities and marvels, emotions and heatbreak, fascinations and intricacies. And it is now nearly 2am, and I can at last climb into my solitary little bed, wrapped in the warmth of some quite satisfying and delicious writing. Thank you.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I thank you, truly, for your revisiting this story. Nothing is more satisfying than knowing it is apreciated on a second reading as well. :-)
I give it five years before Brilliant figures out how to spell that journal open and gets the shock of her young life hahahaha.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
LOL! Oh, that would be Brilliant! You need to write that fic!
Response from StarryEyedNoOne (Reviewer)
I haven't wrote HP fanfic since I was the age of a first year lol. I pray to any diety that's listening that NONE of it is still floating aroung out there. :-\
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
LOL! I understand. I once read that if you aren't embarrased by something you wrote a year ago, you are no longer growing as a writer. Hell, I get embarrassed over things I wrote last week...