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If the divine master plan is perfection, maybe next I'll give Judas a try.
Depend on someone, and you might as well admit you’re going to be crushed, because when you really need them, they won't be there. Either that, or you’ll confide in them and add to their problems. All you ever really have is yourself, and that sort of sucks if you're less than reliable.
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Read Hungry Shadows, if anything.
Something has changed in Merope Gaunt, a thrumming of insect wings, a pulse kickstarting to life.
Merope is alone. Penniless, undernourished and pregnant - these are the last three trimesters of her life.
Summary: All these years, Hermione has been waiting for this and there is only one person who really understands why.
Summary: There is magic the likes of which humans can barely remember and seldom experience. There is, however, a handful of men privileged enough to experience a part of it: the Dryad's Consorts.
Written for the last third of Madame Alex's Character Triathalon!
Many thanks to Maple for the beta; I couldn't see myself sending this one to anyone else.
Anything you recognise is JKR's. Anything you don't recognise is possibly mine, but probably JKR's.
Wood-nymphs, more commonly known as Dryads, are first and last mentioned in the Potterverse by Fleur in Goblet of Fire. In Greek mythology, these cunning magical creatures are entirely female, and must capture and seduce human men in order to bear daughters and heirs to their forests. In other works of literature they are described as bold and highly territorial, with voracious, er, "appetite" for particular intimate activities. So, basically a shy Herbologist's every fantasy...
Summary: Sitting in my room watching raindrops dancing on the window pane, I try to catch the attention of the passers by, but no one can see.
They never see.
In her room at St Mungo's, Alice sits and waits.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. She wrote in so few words a scene between Neville and Alice that never fails to make me cry.
This story was inspired by the song Shadows in the Rain, by The Police. It was originally a drabble written for the lovely Ariana (lucca4) in the SBBC Musical Drabble Exchange.
Thank you, Natalie (hestiajones) for beta'ing the original drabble.