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Challenge 41: Quick Fic Amnesty

Title: Becoming Lucretia Malfoy
Current Prompts: A Flash of Emerald Light, Silver, Price
Past Prompts: Challenge 7 - "To Risk All is the End All and the Beginning All" (Bjork), Challenge 10 - Recurring Dreams, Challenge 13 - Speak UP, Challenge 16 - Alternate History, Deep Thoughts, Wish Upon a Star, Challenge 18 - In The Middle of the Night, Puzzles, Challenge 21 - Sound of Silence, Challenge 32 - Sorrow
Word Count: 1965
Rating: R
Original/Fandom: Fandom - Harry Potter
Pairings (if any) Hermione/Draco, Hermione/Others, Lucretia/Voldemort
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): [Spoiler (click to open)]Character Death, AU, Mentions of sexual contact with a Minor, Rape, Mentions of Holocaust
Summary: She was nothing, not even worthy enough to have a number, but she was the mother of Infinity, Double Zero, Voldemort's favored pet. The only one to gain a name. Lucretia Malfoy.
Note: Using all thirteen prompts in one fic so I changed the format of header. (3 Current/ 10 Past)

Whether it was days, or years, Zero no longer cared enough to know. She was once a mighty warrior, a muggleborn witch, the brightest witch of her age. But Hermione Granger was no more.

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Challenge 38: Quick Fic

Title: Damnit Diary
Prompt: Calendar, Silence
Bonus? Yes
Word Count: 365
Rating: PG-13
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any) Implied
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Thoughts of Abortion
Summary: A young girl contemplates a missed cycle, and then some.
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Damnit Diary!

It’s mocking me, that damnable calendar. And yes, as I’m sure you can tell, there will be a lot of damn’s tonight. DAMN DAMN DAMN.

Every day that passes, ever notch from first to fifth to tenth laughs at me. Me, who uses a smiley face to track her days, is laughed at my an empty page.

There’s no one to talk to, no one to understand and the silence is killing me.

Adria

***

Diary,

Once again I come to you, for you are my only friend. Its been 17 days since I wrote within you last. Seventeen marks across the month of March before i dare to contemplate the meaning of it all.

And nearly twice that since a smiley face looked up at me.

No longer can i deny it, the sickness is bringing me under.

I fear to make it true, to take the test that would make my nightmares a reality, but it must be done.

Adria

***

So,

I could no longer keep this silence. Who knows how they found out, but it happened and know i need to make my decision.

Each new mark on my calendar, which has, suddenly, moved from March to April, threatened the time left to be rid of it.

Though I seem to be the only one willing to contemplate that matter. Their happiness is grating, and as much as I would love for this to be a joyous occasion, I cannot.

I wish for just one last moment of silence.

Adria

***

Diary,

His name is Jonah. 17 inches long, six pounds, seven ounces, born November 21.

I was silent until the end, hoping against hope that all will be well. Mother put a “It’s a Boy” sticker on my calendar and for once it didn’t feel mocking. It didn’t feel as though my world was at an end.

I’m a mother now, Diary, this will be the first entry for my new life. My happy faces will be rememberance of birthdays, for he and any others in my future, and not simply of relief.

My days will no longer be silence, but that doesn’t mean I will no longer need you.

Adria

Challenge 35: Quick Fic

Title: Breakfast at Tiffany's
Prompt: Teach Me
Bonus? Yes
Word Count: 118
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Fandom - Harry Potter
Pairings (if any) None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): None
Summary: Its a good deed gone slightly wrong.
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Accompanying the sounds of banging pans and scent so charred it was difficult to figure out the dish it was meant to become, was a tired groan of frustration. To be the brightest witch of her age, Hermione Granger was woefully unprepared to run a kitchen within a wizarding household.

The movements on the upper levels and the constant little tips and tricks given my Mother Weasley wasn’t helping her mood, at all.

“Okay,” she gave in, grudgingly, “I will not deny the fact that I have no idea what I’m doing, it’s just..”

Hermione looked at Molly with a little blush.

“I heard it was your birthday, but I keep getting this wrong. Will you teach me?”

Challenge 36: The Little Guy

Title: Broken
Word Count:
Rating: PG-13
Original/Fandom: Fandom - Harry Potter
Pairings (if any): Sirius/Bellatrix implied
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/Underage): Implied incest, miscarriage, Alt Canon
Summary: As he fell through the veil, Bellatix couldn't help but think that as much as he deserved it, it wasn't the killing curse that passed through her lips.
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The tension was high, spells clashing against each other. Bellatrix felt a near ecstasy building within her, feelings other than despair and pain rolling through her body. There was joy for her master's plans, there was an odd feeling at the sight of her dear old cousin Sirius, like a mix of a broken love, anger and a near hatred at his presence.

She wanted him dead and yet she couldn't straighten her priorities. After all these years she still wanted him.

He was her life, the one who the hell they called home made worth living in worth it. His betrayal of the family felt more than just a disagreement over alliances and politics. She joined her master to spite him. Gave all the love she held for her dearest cousin to the one who wanted but could never truly have her heart.

Then, at last, forcing him through the veil and into the unknown.

The last piece of sanity broke, leaving a broken shell to use for her master’s whims. She hadn’t meant for him to die, and Bella’s last thought as she ran from the one they all feared most was not once had she uttered the killing curse.
Title: Phaedra's Mix
Song Count:
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): Phadra/Demon
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): Reader's Beware - Or Not
Summary: A compilation of song's based on Phaedra's mindset during the summoning.
Link To Story Used: http://braziliah.livejournal.com/21065.html
Link To Fanmix:

Evil Deeds - Eminem

Tourniquet - Evanescence

Title - Evanescence

Title - Florence and The Machine

Title - Amy Winehouse

Demon Summoner

Title: Demon Summoner
Rating: NC-17
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): Phaedra/Demon
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/etc): Disturbing Imagery, Graphic Sex
Summary: Phaedra would take what she needed, consequences be damned.

Phaedra slid the knife with a slow precision, following the pre-marked lines to ensure the spell was properly implemented. As the second arm was finished, meeting the first across her heart, she placed her hands on either side of herself, completing the circle that crossed the floor and most of the wall in front of her. As her blood flowed, the black lines grew and the world around her disappeared, her spirit fleeing her body through the now open doorway.

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Challenge 32: Quick Fic

Title: Tears
Prompt: Sorrow
Bonus? *shrugs*
Word Count: Limerick
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any) None
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): None
Summary:
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They watch for the first tear to fall
Then the second and third for them all
And try as she might
To give in to this fight
It just wasn’t within her to bawl

Challenge 24: Quick Fic

Title: Shards of Glass
Prompt: The Sounds of Breaking Glass, Chicken
Bonus? No
Word Count: 220
Rating: PG
Original/Fandom: Orignal
Pairings (if any) Cassandra/Rick
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc):
Summary: Rick was anger, and Cassie couldn't think of why.
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The sound of breaking glass broke Cassandra out of her quiet contemplation. Rick was red with anger, staring at the shards of that broken vase, colored glass sparkling beneath dirtied water and rotted flower petals.

It was an ugly piece, gifted to them from his mother, and a small part of her was glad of its death, the rest of her was simple indifferent.

“Cassie,” he fumed.

She shook her head. His anger was for what, again? Cassandra couldn’t remember, or else, her swollen headed red-neck of a husband hadn’t stopped spitting at her long enough explain.

Men.

“Rick,” she responded, almost indifferent.

Cassie stood up and walked toward him, blocking his view of the broken glass. She reached out and held a hand to him, hoping to calm him before the children woke, ignoring the fact that she shouldn’t have had to do so in the first place.

“Sweetie,” she rubbed at the tense neck, “It’s just some chickens. Yeah, it’s earlier than planned, but planned none the less. How was I to know something like this was would happen and that you would need to money for it. We’ll make it in the meantime.”

Cassandra watched him calm, took his hand and led him to bed, shutting out the lights. She’d clean the glass up in the morning.