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New scene - Love, Fate and Prophecy

So, I recently had my entire Winchester's Three series beta'd by an incredible woman who dedicated two months of her life to fixing my many, many, grammatical errors. However, as I was reviewing her edits, I realized that I had an opportunity to fix something that always felt incomplete about the fic - which was Harry's funeral scene at the end of the first story. It's best enjoyed in chapter - Part Four Chapter 24, but I'm putting it here too in case anyone is interested.

CW: Major character death

There was a stunning number of people gathered on the grounds of Hogwarts.  Possibly more people in one place than Sam and Dean had ever seen in their lives.

And all of them were dressed in black.  

In a large, marble slab that was onyx black, with Harry lying in the middle. He was wearing what the brothers could only assume to be the formal wear of Aurors.  They had preserved the image of the glamours that Harry had been wearing at the time of his death, and he looked like he was peacefully asleep.

The sight made Dean sick to his stomach.  

Hermione saddled up to Sam.  “Would you like to act as pallbearers?  We’ve no shortage of volunteers, of course, but as his family…”

“No,” Dean said harshly.  They didn’t deserve the honor of acting as his brothers.  Especially since they had failed to do so when he was alive. 

“Dean…”

“I said, no, Sam,” he said, resolutely.  

Sam sighed.  While he would love to honor Harry, this wasn’t the funeral that was right for a Winchester.  This was a funeral for a wizarding hero, and it felt both disloyal to who Harry was to them and to the sea of mourners to participate in this way. 

“No.  We - we’d like to just sit in the back.”

“But there’s space at the front for…”

“The back is fine,” Dean said, agreeing with Sam for what felt like the first time since Harry had died.  

Ellen came and held Sam’s hand, and Jo took Dean’s.  Hermione gave them a nod, and the two women led them to a row in the very back, where Bobby was waiting for them.  

The procession began.  

Teddy walked in front, side-by-side with Ginny.  Behind them, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley followed by an assortment of close friends, not all of whom Sam or Dean could recognize.  The three eldest Weasleys and all the sister-in-laws and children walked right in front of the slab that held Harry’s body.  

Holding the slab up with their wands were four people.  Ron and Hermione stood at the front, and just behind them were George Weasley and Neville Longbottom.  An eerie hush fell over the crowd - it gave Sam goosebumps for so many people to be completely silent.  As they reached the stage that had been erected in front of the lake, Harry was placed in front.  They all took seats in the front two rows. 

Dean’s heart wrenched when it was Teddy who approached the podium to speak.  He looked drawn and pale and much too young to be carrying a burden this strong.  

“Harry,” he started, “was so much to so many people.  But to me - he was my dad.  I know that I could give a speech speaking of all the great deeds that he did over the years and the ultimate sacrifice that he made to save us all, but…” he paused for a moment as tears overwhelmed him.  Ginny stepped forward, but he gently pushed her back, gathered himself, and kept speaking, “but I want to give you a glimpse of the man that raised me.  Whatever - whatever big problem he was solving, whatever grief he was navigating, he never failed to be there for me when I needed him.  Sometimes, it just meant that he came and read me a bedside story.  Or, he would take me to the park.  The zoo.  Normal dad things.  He attempted to teach me how to ride a broom and never made me feel bad that I just have too much of my mother in me to be any good at it.”

The crowd chuckled a little bit.  

“He taught me the legacy of my parents.  And of his - the last remaining Marauders, he called us.  Harry never made me feel like a burden or like my problems were too small for a wizard of his greatness to handle.  It wasn’t until I was older that I realized that this was the true measure of who he was.  Many of you didn’t know him personally, but I’m willing to bet my wand that if you ever came to him for help, he would make you feel as important and heard as he did with me.  That’s who he was.  And that’s how I think we should all remember him.  Remember him as…”

Dean couldn’t take it anymore.  He stood up and tried to put as much physical distance between him and the funeral as he could - not paying any attention to where he was going, just determined not to cry.  Harry was too good for his tears.  

It wasn’t until he had reached the castle door that he realized Sam was behind him.  

“Dean…” he started.  Dean shook his head.  “I feel his loss too, Dean,” he said.  “And I - I don’t think I can return to that funeral.”  Sam had been grateful that Dean had hightailed it out of there because he had wanted to do the exact same thing.  

“Me neither,” Dean said roughly, his voice caught in his throat.  

“Then, let’s just stay here.  We’ll wait for the others and head back as soon as we can.  And then…” he held up the box that held Harry’s wand, “we’ll bring him home and bury him next to Mom and Dad.”

Sam wasn’t sure if Dean would go for this.  He had been unpredictable since Harry died - his emotions flaring up in a way that Sam hadn’t seen since their father passed.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” he agreed easily. 

Sam let out a breath that he didn’t even know that he was holding in until that moment.  He sat next to Dean on the steps and the two of them just stared into the horizon in complete silence, each grieving on their own.  But together at the same time.

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Paura Pichona

I wrote this ficlet for a workshop and recently rediscovered it, so I thought I'd post it here.

Paura pichona, Perqué plorar? Lo niu d'ironda Va s'envolar.

Fleur had always known that her mother’s lullabies were special.  Always murmured late at night, when she couldn’t sleep.  They were sung so quietly that they could almost mistaken for the scented spring air that swirled outside their home.  It was when she was old enough to start singing them back when Apolline had told her that their was magic in those words. 

“But, Mamen, those aren’t real spells.”

Her mother had had just smiled knowingly.  “They are the most real magic there is.”

Paura pichona, Cal pas plorar, Ambe l'aureta Lo niu vendrà.

It was at Beauxbatons where she first heard those words spoken louder than a whisper by her roommate, Sazia.  It was the dead of night and she was sure that her friend didn’t know she was watching, peaking through the curtain that surrounded her bed.  As she sang the lullaby, a familiar scent filled the room.  Wisteria – Fleur knew the scent well.  It smelled like home. 

Quietly, she joined in the song, having not uttered those words since she started school years ago.  Sazia looked up her, and smiled.  “I thought you might know,” she whispered.

“Know what?”

“The forbidden magic.  They thought they could snuff it out from us and make us use the language of our father’s for magic.  But nothing is as strong as magic in our mother tongue.” 

Paura pichona, Consòla-te, Lo niu d'ironda Tornarà ben.

Fleur sang to Victoire, as quiet as the summer British breeze.  She understood the power of the words now.  She knew that this language would protect and strengthen her daughter as it had her.  As, always, when the words were spoken, the room was filled with the aroma of spring flowers.

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The flat had two rules that were always to be obeyed.  Harry had been very serious about that. Had all but made her swear an Unbreakable Vow. 

            Tea first;

            Don’t get attached.

The second had come after a tear-filled evening only a couple of weeks before he died. 

“Your tea, miss,” the waitress interrupted her thoughts, holding a pot of Tetleys - something she had been surprised at being served in Diagon Alley, seeing as it was a Muggle brand.  The owner must be Muggleborn.  

Even tea was tainted with memories.  Once, when Harry finally allowed her to make him a cup of tea, he had been very careful to instruct her not to put the milk in first.

“What kind of psychopath puts the milk in before making the tea?” She had demanded.  He had just given her his crooked smile and said that some people needed to be told.

Read the whole story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59312350

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I've done a thing

Y'all wore me down.

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"AO3 doesn't need a "dislike" button"

Um, actually, it already has one. Depending on your specs, it might look a little different but over all it looks kinda like this:

You can find it at the corner of your screen, which corner is dependent on your layout.

Anyway, if you dislike a fic, you can hit this Dislike Button until the fic goes away. It really is pretty amazing actually.

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Fine, y'all win

I started something new tonight. Damn you all and your incessantly nice comments about how much you want this.

“That is not the reason and you very well know it, Gabriel,” Harry continued in a quiet voice. 

Uh oh, full name, Dean thought, someone’s in trouble. 

“Fine.  But it’s not like there is anyone except for Dean listening in on this conversation, so I don’t know why you care.”

“There’s not…Dean?”

Wincing, Dean stepped out from behind the door frame that he had hidden himself behind. 

Harry groaned.  “How much did you hear?” He demanded.  “And haven’t you heard of bloody knocking?”

“I did knock, you didn’t respond!” Dean defended, not answering the question, hoping that Harry might reveal what they had been arguing about.  “And it’s damn good that I didn’t – I thought you told this asshole to hit the pavement months ago.”

“Why do you think that?  He comes at least twice a…” Harry abruptly stopped talking. 

“Twice a what?” Dean asked, concerned.

“Twice a day.  Would be more, but your little brother here insists that we can’t spend all of our time in bed so…”

“Gabe!” Harry yelled, bright red. Dean looked between the two of them, suddenly concerned.  It wasn’t like Gabriel didn’t make jokes like that all the time, but there was something under Harry’s tone that he didn’t like.  He didn’t like it at all. 

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So I was thinking. Maybe AO3 should have a tagline? [image descriptions under the cut]

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Stranger Than Your Sympathy - An HP/SPN Marauder's Era Fusion Fic

Very excited to unveil my newest longfic - a cursed SPN/HP Marauder's Era Fusion that rotted my brain until I started writing it. It's difficult for me to describe, but it is an exercise in putting Dean and Sam's characters and stories in the Sirius and Regulus context. It's gonna be a wild ride.

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Another little peak at my latest project…what I lovingly call, “The Scottish Fic,” because it wormed its way into my brain and took over my (writing) life. It’s SPN meets the Marauders fusion - staring Dean Winchester as Sirius Black. This is a just a snippet of a conversation the “Marauders” have one night in the Gryffindor common room.

“Hey – Benny, any luck with Jo today?” Dean asked, changing the subject loudly as Jo passed behind him to sit down.

“He wishes, Winchester,” she said as she sat just a couple of places away from them, next to Cassie.

“Aw, Jo, I don’t get it. He’s the handsomest kid in our year,” Dean started.

“Other than you, cher,” Benny finished.

“Do you really think so?” Dean asked as dramatically as possible.

“Would I lie about such a thing to you? Don’t you trust me Winchester?”

Dean sniffed. “Then why are you wasting all your time on that blonde flossy? Am I not good enough for you?”

“Ah, nah, don’t you go thinkin’ that – but I can’t help it, the heart wants what the heart wants you deserve so much more than bein’ settled for.”

Dean pouted. But that only lasted for a couple of seconds – one glance at Benny sent them both rolling in laughter.

“Ah, just kiss already!” Pamela called from further down the table.

“What makes you think we haven’t?” Dean called back.

“’Cause anyone who got a kiss from you, Winchester, would be shouting it from the rooftops.”

“Benny – I think you might have some competition.”

“You can have him, just know that he snores like a rhino.”

“I do not!”

“Yeah, you kinda do,” Ash said. “But don’t worry about it, man, it doesn’t bother any of us too much.”

“Are rhino’s known for their snoring?” Cas asked.

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A sneak-peak for my upcoming fic. It doesn't have a real name yet - just, "The Scottish Fic," because it's a bit cursed, but it will be a Harry Potter/Supernatural Maruader's Era Fusion fic. Staring the one and only Dean Winchester as Sirius Black.

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Putting things aside

So, for the first time ever, I just removed a fic that I was writing from where I was posting it. I did it with really mixed emotions, but ultimately, I think I started posting it too soon because I was on the fence about the whole thing. Anyway, I hope to come back to it someday, but for now, I'm going to move on and start working on a story that I can't stop thinking about - no matter how hard I try! Thanks to my HP Discord for the encouragement and support in deciding to let something go. Even if it's just for a little bit.

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It's here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50991454/chapters/128827099

Ginny raised her eyebrows as Neville conjured a parchment file. 

On the top, the label read, “S. Winchester.”

She opened the first page.  Staring back at her was not what she was expecting.  Long, brown hair, and serious eyes leaped off the page in a way she had never experienced from a non-magical photograph.  He was handsome.  And dangerous. 

“Alright – what is the target’s location?”

To the world, it seems that Ginny Weasley has the perfect life. She has a long, steady, relationship with the world’s most famous wizard. She had notoriety, fame, and fortune of her own as well – having just ended her very successful career as a professional Quidditch player.

But it’s all a lie.

Ginny Weasley has never played a day of professional Quidditch in her life. And her relationship with Harry Potter is less-than stellar. But none of that matters now. Supernatural creatures from all over the world have begun to show up in the most dangerous country of them all – the United States. On the mission of a lifetime, Ginny travels to the mysterious country to research the phenomena for her real job – an Unspeakable for the Department of Mysteries.

It doesn’t take her long to discover that Sam Winchester, a hunter she has been explicitly forbidden from interacting with, is at the heart at of it all.

And what are rules for, if not to be broken?

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Ok, here me out - do y’all think I could pull off a Dean Winchester/Neville Longbottom pairing?

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Coming soon - the Sam Winchester/Ginny Weasley fanfic that absolutely no one asked me to write.

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Coming soon to Ao3! (JK - I couldn't wait, find it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48455962/chapters/122224168) Good photoshopping on this image credit goes to @venom0usbarbie. Anything that looks off belongs to me!

The first step had been faking Sam out. 

Which wasn’t easy to do. 

Too much and his overly-concerned brother would have rushed him off to the hospital.  And that would be more damaging to his plans than having to take a test in the middle of the day. 

He had gone with clammy hands.  It was a good non-specific symptom that would have nothing to do with his hip injury. 

When he had heard Sam storming up the stairs, he had jogged in place quickly, to make himself sweaty and then he had licked his hands before jumping into bed.

Was it childish and stupid? 

Maybe, Dean mused.  But then, so is community college. 

He was only doing the whole college thing so that he and…he shook his head.  There would be no point to it all if his plan didn’t work – so it was better not to let his mind travel down that road.  

Life moves pretty fast, he thought, if you don’t stop and look around every once in a while, you might miss it. 

Now he just needed to convince Cas to see things the same way. 

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Hey! Just stumbled across your writing here, can you send me your ao3 username so I can read your series? That one snippet has me hooked! Thanks :)

Wow! Thank you. Yes, sure, it's https://archiveofourown.org/users/megonagall410/pseuds/megonagall410. The snippet I posted yesterday is from a fic that I haven't published yet, just as an FYI!