Dark Days

I'm back!

2009-12-01T19:10:27Z

Hello All!

It has been a WHILE but I am back thanks to money well spent on a new laptop! My old one was sadly sent to the grave by a rather naughty (but enthusiastic) puppy. Sad times :( But now I am up and running again, good times! :)

Inspired by my recent fascination with True Blood/Sookie Stackhouse novels I have made my first fan video, which I would like to share with you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NmEYlsC3Y5E

Please feel free to comment on here or on You Tube, both positive points and constructive criticism are welcome, enjoy what is hopefully the first of many videos! x

Hallelujah

2008-06-24T13:53:55Z

Hallelujah

Hermione rose form her table, walking slowly to the front of the great hall. Positioned herself, nodded gently to the band and cleared her throat.

#I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah

hallelujah...#

Her song was sorrowful, painful to listen to, not for the notes but the sombre tone within her voice. It stilled the crowd into hushed appreciation. Staring at this small woman, eyes closed with this angelic voice echoing across the hall.

#well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when I moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah#

Tears began to fall down her blushing cheeks as she sang, tears of memory and of grief, though her voice did not falter. The crowd remained silenced mesmerised by the woman before them, a friend, a colleague, bearing her soul. She did not sing for them however, she only ever sang for him. She was singing for him now, though she did not know if he could hear her.

#Hallelujah, Hallelujah, hallelujah, halleluuuuuuuujah#

Her final tones were her goodbye, her release from grief.

She opened her eyes to the stilled hall. A slow clap emerged from the Slytherin table, an understanding she thought of her grief for one of their own. The single set was soon followed by a chorus from around the room; she closed her eyes once more and smiled. A true smile her first true smile since his death. He’d heard her, she knew this was his gift, his understanding that she needed to feel alive again, move past the hurt and live.

A Flutter of Hope

2008-06-18T14:23:04Z

Rainbows dance in the dampened sky as she sits upon a fine woven blanket, resting against a tall oak tree with a book balanced gingerly on her lap.

She used to sit here and wait for him. It was their place. As the months passed by she came to understand that he would not be waiting nor would he come to her.

A creature of habit she still graced this spot daily however, she felt it only right, a place to think and commune with him even if he physically weren’t there.

Often tears would form in her youthful eyes as she whispered his name into the whistling winds, she still ached for him but in her mind she knew he was never coming back.

Resting her head back against the tree she gazed skyward noticing very little, her senses dulled by memory and pain. If she had not been so consumed she may have noticed the perching of a large black bird high in that very tree.

I don't often post my thoughts on here, but I'm feeling irritated and need to vent.

2008-06-15T01:40:51Z

I don't often post my thoughts on here, but I'm feeling irritated and need to vent.

Just read an interview posted on the community alanrickman regarding a Sweeney Todd interview. He makes mention of the Harry Potter 'porn' in a rather negative manner. Now, I love Alan but I have to say he got my hackles up with this one. Declaring the world a 'weird' place and not wishing to 'encourage it'. Granted it depend on how you read really as he could simply mean fans who have approached him and done/said something he considered inappropriate but for the main part I felt like the communities were being slightly attacked by him.

I appreciate the concept is lost on many and some would consider it perverted especially where ss/hg or slash is concerned but to me fandom is a community of encouragement and fun. Writing is often about life or at the very least is inspired by life, how is life created...sex! What can we argue makes the world spin on it's lovely axis, sex! It's not a bad or dirty thing and for the most part in fandom it's not a bunch of people sitting around 'getting off' on these stories but enjoying the humour or the passion embodied in them. I know I for one have never been turned on in the literal sense by a fiction as I don't personally read them that way. I enjoy the story, looking into other peoples lives and feeling/ sensing their emotion and identifying with it, which I'm confident is a sentiment shared by many fiction writers and readers.

Fanfiction is certainly NOT a bad thing, reference to sex or not. I have been inspired to write through it and gained a major passion that I would love to work on and perhaps discipline myself enough to write my own original stories born from the practice and inspiration of fan fiction communities.

OK, I apologise for this rant, perhaps it's my tired mind but it really did annoy me and I just felt things needed to be said. Feel free to comment whether or not you agree with me, I'd be very interested to hear (read :D ) what you guys think on the subject.

I shall post the link in two moments...I seem to have lost it...

Linkage to post...http://community.livejournal.com/alanrickman/852775.html?view=8802087

Finally

2008-04-01T18:02:26Z

Title: Finally
Team Name: Spy for the DE's
Word Count: 121
Rating: PG – A smidge dark
Challenge: One Last
Authors Notes: Not mine, I just like to play!!

Lush green fields separated only by streams of running water. The vision should provide solace and comfort. Instead dark clouds roll high above, covering the valley in deep shadow. A glint of steel pressed against pure, white, flesh releases a river of crimson. Transfixed eyes follow as it circles finger tips with comforting warmth before falling to meet the muddy pool below.

Black orbs begin to loose their shine; a proud statue shrinks to his knees in the now maroon water. A smirk crosses his grey features; red it seems is forever to be the colour of his life, his love. Knees wane against bulk, slipping their master into submersion. Soaked in memory, eyes flicker with one last chocked breath; “Finally”.

leonix8238 @ 2008-01-30T20:09:00

2008-01-30T20:11:12Z

YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, I want to know 36 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine ... You're on my list, so I want to know you better!

BE HONEST! COPY FROM HERE THEN SEND DIRECTLY TO ME IN A COMMENT THEN, REPOST THE EMPTY QUESTIONS.

1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?
A.
2) What was your dream growing up?
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3) What talent do you wish you had?
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4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?
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5) Favorite vegetable?
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6) What was the last book you read?
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7) What zodiac sign are you?
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8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.
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9) Worst Habit?
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10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?
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11) What is your favorite sport?
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12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?
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13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
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14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?
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15) Tell me one weird fact about you.
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16) Do you have any pets?
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17) What if i showed up at your house unexpectedly?
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18) What was your first impression of me? (hmmm...careful!)
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19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
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20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
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27) What's your favorite place to hang at?
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31) Biggest pet peeve?
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32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?
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35) Do you believe in God?
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The Client

2008-01-22T13:36:47Z

Title: The Client
Genre: SS/HG, mystery?
Rating: Erm..15?
Disclaimer: Not mine, all JK Rowling’s I just like to play!

The Client

Looking into the magnified mirror, with one smooth stroke she applied her eyeliner. Another flick of her wrist and her eyelashes boasted length and volume. Finally a tilt of her chin revealed her plump lips ready to rouge. Drawing back she admired her handiwork, disgust filled her eyes but she was ready. Moments later there was a knock at the door, her client was early. This didn’t matter to her the sooner the better, no prolonged waiting, time to think. Correcting her posture she strolled to the door, wearing her sensual mask as she did ever evening. With a flick of the wrist the door swung open revealing her guest.

There stood a tall man, dressed in black, hair hanging low around his jaw. His eyes widened as he took in the sight of the woman before him. Hermione took this as a sign of approval. “You like what you see baby?” she purred.

No response from her visitor. “Oh come on don’t be shy, we both know why we’re here. Come on in, relax.” The man before her stood completely still eyes wandering over her body once more. Ah she thought he likes to watch. Stretching out her hand towards him, red finger nails glinting in the candle light she gestured for her client to take hold of her. Instead the man stepped past her moving slowly into the room, eyes passing over everything within their path. Turning to face her he finally spoke “Do you remember me at all?”

Inclining her head to the right she studied the man’s features once more, “I’m sorry I don’t recall…perhaps it’s not your face I’d recognise” she teased reaching for the man’s belt. Before she knew it he caught her wrist mid-air, pulling her to his chest. His eyes searched hers for a glint of recognition; he could feel the disguised fear within her. He reached into he coat with his left hand producing his wand, aiming it at her forehead. Hermione struggled against his grip, for all she could see the man’s weapon of choice was simply a wooden stick, a type of wand, a child’s play thing but she feared it.

With one hand he held onto her struggling form his gaze intensifying fixed at her forehead. Hermione felt her mind weaken, a presence she didn’t like within her, struggling harder she kicked and elbowed her attacker. Still he held fast, taking the blows one after the other. Finally a jet of light sprung from the wand, her instinct was to duck but the strength holding her forced her body to remain upright as she felt the blast hit her between the eyes. Pulling her body to his chest once more he scooped her from the floor and placed her upon the bed.

Standing tall he looked down at her exhausted frame. The power of the memory spell had knocked her out, it had been ten years since the battle the memories would be buried deep, it would take her a few hours before she regained consciousness. Taking in her fragile form once again he noticed how thin she was now, how pale despite the lashings of makeup. Moving a curl of hair from her eye he inhaled her sent, jasmine. Something’s never change he thought, brining a slight smile to his sallow face. Grabbing a blanket from a nearby chair, he draped it over her. She’ll find me when she’s ready he thought, leaving a letter on the bedside table, before closing the door with a click.

Admitting Defeat

2008-01-17T13:51:35Z

Pale fingers twitch nervously, slick with anticipation. Dark eyes smouldering, expertly disguising the fear within. Quick as a flash his opponents hand darts towards their intended target, rendering him powerless. What was he to do now? There was no where to go, he would have to accept defeat. The sickening realisation coursed through his veins ever faster as she began laughing at him. Finally she let out a deafening burst of “Check mate!” before returning to her giggles.

Oh he’d get the little witch for this! At the though an evil smirk unfolds upon his thin lips, whilst slowly clapping his opponents victory.

Eternal Damnation SS/HG compliant

2007-10-19T21:11:39Z

Eternal Damnation

“Liquid fire fills his veins, chest heaving against time.

Memories, torturous, flashing through his mind.

Eyes black as coal, drained of all their will

Deep into the wood he scratches, for fear has taken it’s iron grip

Eternal damnation awaits you see, a life of sin, rot and murder cannot be cleansed.

Into the furnace that brims with the damned he shall fall, taking his dishonest seat at the right hand of evil “

Trembling, damp with sweat she throws her body upright in bed. Dragging tears from her eyes with salty palms she silently cries his name, praying to take his place. For there is but one force upon this earth that can refresh a soul of sin. She had it within her heart to give but so foolishly denied him. Thus she chose a final ending for them both, the lonely, eternal path of damnation.

Eternal Damnation

2007-10-19T20:20:41Z

Liquid fire fills his veins, chest heaving against time.

Memories, torturous, flashing through his mind.

Eyes black as coal, drained of all their will

Deep into the wood he scratches, for fear's iron grip has taken hold.

Eternal damnation awaits you see, a life of sin, rot and murder cannot be cleansed.

Into the furnace that brims with the damned he shall fall, taking his dishonest seat at the right hand of evil.

Abandon

2007-09-14T12:05:31Z

Title: Abandon
Challenge: None
Team: Spy for the DE
Words: 151
Rating: PG
A/N: I've had a depressive few days, this is the result. It's a bit sad. but it made me feel better writing it! I'm confident it's in need of a good beta to fix it all up but i feel an urge to share, so i apologise for how crappy it may be!

Abandon

Tear stained and broken she lay on the floor.

Shards of her love scattered around her.

Weeping, clawing at the ground as if it could save her soul, tear this ache away.

He was gone. Forever.

She could not show her emotion to anyone. She had not done so in 6 months.

Not one tear, not one word.

Now though, the agony of it had broken through, blasting her spirit apart.

A lock of hair, a letter of love, and a gift from another world.

Breathing the very air caused her such torture. She did not want life, to feel.

Screaming, in fear, grief and torture, was all she had.

Finally, the tears dried, she sat up, eyes of glass, her soul gone.

She was his ghost in this world.

Walking to the open window, she looked out at the dirty day.

"Severus." she whispered, as she stepped off the ledge.

Sweet Torture

2007-08-31T11:06:34Z

Title: Sweet Torture
Team: Spy for the Death Eaters
Rating: 15/18 - not sure...
Challenge: Senses
Characters: Severus/Hermione
Word Count: 8 drabbles ranging from 58 -129 words
Disclamier: All Jk Rowlings, i just like to play.

Hey, this is my second fanfiction. Just a bit of something that's been swimming in my mind, hope i've done the idea justice, if not feel free to tell me i'm crap lol Enjoy!

P.S- If i've posted wrong again i'm sorry, i'll fix it asap if someone lets me know.

Sweet Torture

Rhythmic heat moving slowly, teasingly above him, he yearns for more but tonight it is she that is in control and so he must continue to suffer this sweet torment. His eyes closed his mind and body buried in the sheer bliss. The sound of her heavy breaths and sensual moans was as angelic a song as any yet wickedly naughty. This juxtaposition pleased him so, that an evil smirk and a deep, rumbling moan was coaxed from his throat.

His groan of pleasure had clearly pleased her as she quicken her pace which drew from her shallow, sharp breaths. Leaning down she placed a chaste kiss upon his lips, leaving her salty taste on his tongue a further torment, for how he wanted to taste her again, the smell of it was toying with his senses so.

Ah her smell, like jasmine on a warm summers evening. No orange blossom. But then no, the smell was not familiar to him, sweet, almost too sweet. Not like his dear Hermione at all. This will simply not do, he is after all a creature of habit and he liked to keep it that way. He will be having words, but for now he shall let her do the talking. God knows he can’t go on much longer…

Even with his eyes closed enjoying every movement of her, he could see her face. Biting her lip, her head thrown back and her hair, soaked in sweat spiralling down past her breasts. Tilting her head forward he found not brown but green eyes staring back into his, with that naughty sparkle that threatened to force him to the edge. Drawing from his lips yet another thundering moan, she was truly a goddess.

Her pace quickened, he knew this was it, he couldn’t hold on much longer. In one last chance to absorb all of her he shifted his gaze from her eyes to her stomach and back. To be met by hazel then green then hazel then green then hazel then green. Until finally he could no longer see and a rumbling moan of pleasure escaped his lips and his body jerked and quivered into her. He was content.

Opening his eyes to see her smiling face would make the paradise all the sweeter. He jumped to see not hazel, not green but blue eyes looking back. Dirty blonde hair draped over her shoulders. Quickly he pushed her aside his smile gone and his frown returned. Throwing on a dressing gown he tossed the money onto the bed.

Pouring himself a glass of firewhisky he watched it swirl in the glass before downing it in one. Another and then another, looking into the amber liquid his temper boiled and he threw the glass into the fire, watching the tiny fragments scatter across the room and the flames of the fire dance higher than before. It seems in death his love grew stronger as did the agony of keeping it hidden. He had let them die. It was his fault, all of it. So why should he grieve? What right did he have to mourn their loss? He deserved this eternal hell. It was he who helped Lilly to her death and Hermione…his dear Hermione, so young so beautiful, walked into her death to save him. Stupid girl.

Many times he’s thought of ending it …but no, he won’t allow himself to be so weak. He owes it to them to live, to suffer this nightmare as he should to pay for their loss, their suffering and heartache. His poison sent them to an early grave and it is this poison that shall bitter his life forever.

Guardian Angel

2007-08-22T17:05:16Z

Hello there. I'm a long time reader, first time writer. Just a little drabble that appeared in my mind this morning, thought i would share. Hopefully, enjoy!

Guardian Angel

Leaning down she drops her head upon his heavy chest. Tears stain the black robes, pleading with him not to die. Heart broken she cares not if she is found, lying next to him on the cold, wooden floor, clothes stained in blood. She will not leave him.

Time passes slowly, agonisingly until she hears “Hermione” her bloodshot eyes shoot open, casting him a pained but joyous gaze. Her healing potion is working! Happiness radiates from her small, tired features making her seem ever more beautiful to him. Severus had always thought she was; he’d just never allowed himself to think on it further than a general appreciation. But now with the light shining upon her from above she looks just like an angel, his guardian angel.

“Sir” she smiles through fresh tears. “I thought you were gone”. Forgetting himself he allows himself a brief smile before uttering “So, did I Miss Granger. It’s good to see at least one of you Gryffindors was paying attention in my class. Now help me up.”

Part Two

Scrambling to her feet she moved to his side placing support on his back. Reaching out for his hand with her right she quickly noted her intention and paused, catching her potions masters gaze she stilled praying that somehow he did not see her hesitation. After a few moments Snape let out a deep huff “ Are you going to assist me or just stare like some clueless idiot Miss Granger?” “Of course. Sorry Sir, I just…err mm” she spluttered, quickly snatching his hand as if it were about to escape.

Her skin felt so light, so delicate next to his own calloused and burnt hands. Even in his weakened state he felt so much stronger than she, such a delicate creature really with tears still staining her face, though still highly annoying indeed. Forgetting his sentimental notions he managed to drag his weight off the floor. Unfortunately the girl had not been ready for his sudden movement and toppled to the ground pulling him with her.

Hitting her head hard on the wooden floor it took her a moment to realize where she was. The comprehension struck her like a bludger to the head. Biting her lip in anticipation and fear she stared at her professors scowling face, which was but centimetres from hers. His weight pressing down on her was almost crushing, heavier than she would have anticipated. Perhaps there were muscles underneath those robes after all. She had always admired him for his sharp mind and superior intellect, even fantasised about spending time with him, getting to know him inside and err out but never really saw him as a muscled man. But then it is hard to judge what exactly is hiding under all those layers after all….

A voice quickly pulled her from her musings “Miss Granger your incompetence is becoming more and more irritating if you are to continue to hinder rather than assist me I suggest you leave me in peace, because this will simply not do, we could be found at any moment!”

His words of danger and being caught did little to build her fear; in fact they sparked an all-together different sensation, an excitement, a passion, a lust. More aware of how close they were, how his body felt on hers, the fact that they could be found at any moment, It was all too much this could be her last chance and finding her Gryffindor bravery she swallowed her pride thrust her lips to his.

Snape froze on the spot. This he had not expected, a few mumbled apologies perhaps but this no, this was definitely a surprise. A great feat, it is not often one surprises Professor Severus Snape. His shock was weakened by how much he longed to steal this kiss from her, claim her, have her. He allowed himself to grab her hair and draw her closer for a bruising kiss before slamming her back down and pulling away sharply. “Miss Granger, whilst I admire your audacity now is most certainly not the time, now get to your feet and follow me!”