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August 25, 2018
Kim Shimmers and the Deathly Hallows
A Harry Potter fanfic by me (and the 5th, final installment in the Kim Shimmers series)
She was like Voldemort in at least one way. They were both of the same make now.
Dead,
alive, the two of them were some cross between. Perhaps he had even felt it in
her.
This Harry Potter fan fiction (as long as all goes according to plan) will be posted by the beginning of every week. The pictures above are not mine, though I edited some.
Chapter 4
Killing Curse
“It’s very uncomfortable, that,” Fred remarked, flying evenly alongside Kim, hundreds of feet above English suburbia. He was eyeing the thestral she was riding, though to him it would appear as thin air.
“They’re not much less unsettling to look at, trust me,” she called back to him. They were following a group of witches and wizards, led by Mad-Eye Moody, moving in formation toward number 4 Privet Drive. It wasn’t quite Harry’s birthday yet, and from what she’d gathered, he wouldn’t exactly be expecting them.
“You know we thought you were insane that day, the day we met,” George said on her other side. Kim remembered when she had seen the thestrals pulling the coaches, her realization that other’s couldn’t see them.
“If anything it cemented your interest in me,” she said wryly, holding on tightly to the thestral as they prepared to descend. “You two have a tendency towards the strange and eccentric.”
“I can’t argue it,” Fred said with a shrug. They all drifted quickly lower until they were landing in the back yard of a decently sized, cookie-cutter house that looked very much the same as all the rest on the lane.
So this is where Harry lives, Kim thought as she looked up at the very standard home. As if in response Harry came tumbling through the back door with excitement and hast.
“Harry!” said the twins, along with some others who rushed forward to greet him. Kim swung her leg over the back of her thestral and slowly approached Harry as if waiting in line to shake the hand of the prime minister. She greeted him shyly. Somehow his and the other’s presence in her return from the dead felt oddly personal, like they had seen her at her most vulnerable, and she them. Perhaps that was what death did to those surrounding it. It had an odd, morbid way of stripping past all the formalities and leaving only the raw, beating heart of a person, honest and trembling. It was difficult to go back to casual niceties after that.
"There are moments that cry out to be fulfilled. Like, telling someone you love them. Or giving your..."
- Mary Oliver, Felicity: Poems
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things i have to remind myself (writer edition)
writing doesn’t get easier.
sometimes you have to write for the sake of writing.
plot should be allowed to change.
the story in your mind will never perfectly translate into text and that’s okay.
characters change, they’re supposed to change.
you’re supposed to enjoy what you write.
educate yourself about the different cultures you write about.
your friends shouldn’t be your critics.
the side character you love so much? sometimes they need to be cut from the story.
write what you want to read and not what you think people want to read.
there is no age limit in publishing, you have all the time in the world.
not every idea will grow into a story, sometimes you need to let go.
love your story, because it will be just the two of you for a while.
it’s okay to not write every day, that doesn’t make you less of a writer.
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep."
- Robert Frost
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August 24, 2018
foxsdana:
My favorite trope is when two characters are in love and neither has admitted their...
My favorite trope is when two characters are in love and neither has admitted their feelings to each other yet, and then The One That’s Not In Denial™ gets hurt and The One That Is In Denial™ starts freaking out and suddenly is not in denial anymore.
