Nicholas Flamel, Perenelle Flamel, Herpo the Foul

Nicholas Flamel (intelligent_youth on DA)
Perenelle Flamel (original by Achen089 onDA)
Herpo the Foul (original by Halius on DA and Nashimus on DA) (yes I did base the character off of xemnas)(I'm a nerd)

Chapter 18: Missed Chances

Original by homarusrex on DA

edited some text, background, and gellert's eyes.

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Partial text is in the comic.

Translation = 'This is our night, gentlemen. For this generation and for all time, today we do-'

Chapter 18: The Stranger (NSFW, NonSexual Content)

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illustrated by 6X3zetsubou on DA

Guess who?

The worst of the mutilation, however, was on his face. He had one working eye, while the other lay dead in its socket, blackened and crusted over. His jaw hung loose, attached only by a few weak threads of sinewy skin where his cheeks had once been. His teeth were broken and grimy, looking more like jagged fangs than incisors or molars. His tongue, nose, lips, and ears were all missing, leaving only bloodied holes and raw skin in their absence.

"Terrifying, is it not?" asked the disfigured man, his voice emanating not from the lipless mouth, which remained unmoving, but from the bright tip of the wand he carried. "I never dreamed that the price for my freedom would be so steep. To be confined to a mutilated body that never heals is a nightmare far beyond your comprehension. Be thankful for what you have, girl."

Chapter 17: Trapped with Marin

Couldn't find an illustrator.

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Quite suddenly, seven girls left the large tub all at once, leaving Harry alone with…

Oh no.

As the door to the baths closed behind the gaggle of chatting women, the towel-clad blonde smiled coyly at her and waded forward through the water. “Hahrie, I may sit with you? I am wanting… company.”

Harry squeaked nervously, feeling her cheeks burn as the curvy girl sat down beside her. An urge to flee consumed her, but Harry couldn’t leave immediately after getting in, not without healing up at least. For the moment, she had nowhere to run; she was trapped.

“Erm… hello, Marin,” said Harry in an overly-genial tone, trying hard not to look into the blonde’s mesmerizing sapphire gaze. “I… I didn’t see you there.”

Smiling widely, Marin brushed back her flaxen locks and purred sultrily, “Það er allt í lagi. I see you for both of us, já?”

Beauxbatons and Durmstrang

Just a little reference material for the future... a future that might be sooner than you think. :)

illustrator: Majoh on DA

Durmstrang:

-northern castle? check
-only four floors? check

-extensive grounds? check

-cold as fuck? check

illustrator: treijim on DA

Beauxbatons:

-glittering palace? check
-smaller than Hogwarts? check
-southern france? could be
-someplace you'd find fleur? check

Chapter 16: The First Night

original by Miyata-takao on DA

The illustrator said the proportions are all off and while that's slightly true, I think it works because Tom is tall and sixteen while Harry is twelve and a shrimp.

Ginny wrapped her arms around the girl, breathing in the fresh piney scent of her hair. The ache that constantly plagued her chest was suddenly soothed. "Then don't, Harry. Gods, I was alone with Tom for so long and… he was so cruel. I… I need you to stay. Please stay with me."

"I will," Harry whispered brokenly. "Always. I... I can't do this life without you, Gin. I'm not... I'm not strong enough. When I saw your body in the Chamber, I… I as good as died with you."

Ginny placed a light kiss upon her best friend's jaw. "I held on as long as I could to keep him from going after you and my brothers, but Tom got stronger as I got weaker. I'm so glad he was pompous enough to wait for you. I still can't believe you beat him."

"He hurt you," Harry said matter-of-factly, rolling over onto her back. "He had to pay. I would have done whatever I needed to do. But it was really all thanks to Alice."

Ginny cuddled into Harry's side, resting her cheek on the girl's soft sweet-smelling skin. "Where is she anyway?"

Harry closed her eyes and sank back into the pillow. "Reconnecting with Frances, I expect. Tonight is the first night she's been able to fit through the portrait hole, but she won't be her normal size for another week."

Harrymort lurks.

Quite possibly the single most awesome thing I have ever created.

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Original by Wings of Shadow on DA

Chapter 16: Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

original by uchiamatheus on DA

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” asked Harry quietly.

As Gwenog led them through the blue and white stands to the locker room, Ginny smiled and whispered from the corner of her mouth, “If you’re thinking a steady stream of curse words… then yes.”

“I’m thinking this is bloody great!” said Harry.

Feeling uneasy, Ginny dropped her bag in the middle of the locker room and stared around at the large gaggle of talkative girls. “Ohhh.. I shouldn’t be here, Harry. I’m far too inexperienced. I’ve never even played a game.”

Chapter 16: Reunion

original by shadow-wolf on deviant art

“Honestly Snuffles, I don’t know what to do. I just want her back the way she used to be.”

Piers froze, suddenly instilled with a strange sense of need. The voice was achingly familiar, but, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t place it to a face. Stepping towards the house, he peered curiously around the corner.

Beneath a large, curved, elm tree sat a monstrous black dog. Leaning against the animal’s flank was perhaps the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Her long black hair was wild and slightly-spiky. Although she was specky, the wire-frame glasses resting upon her small nose complimented her thin face perfectly. The eyes behind them were the most mesmerizing shade of emerald green.

The girl tucked her hair back behind her ear. “I mean… something that goes against Tom’s ‘true nature.’ How in the hell are we supposed to figure that out?”

Piers swallowed noisily and… somehow… she heard him.

Her piercing green stare locked onto him. Sparkling eyes widening, she pulled from her sleeve a thin piece of wood and pointed it at his face.

DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL LAW ENFORCEMENT: OFFICE OF RECORDS - CLASSIFIED

Another neat little thing I made for the beginning of PoA.

Chapter 16: Redemption

Just a little something I made for the next chapter.

Tom held out his cupped hands… and a happy giggle escaped from Ginny’s chest.

Resting in Tom’s pale palms was an assortment of brightly-colored gumdrops.

Ginny formed a cup with her own hands, into which the boy gently placed the candies, careful not to spill a single one.

“Goodbye, Ginny,” he said warmly.

She smiled up at him. “Bye, Tom.”

For the very first time, the unhappy child smiled back at her. Waving cheerfully, he ran back to the woman and took her by the hand.

Ginny blinked… and the pair of silhouettes disappeared into the orange sunrise.

Madam Dupont

Madam Dupont using the full-blown power of her charm.

original by ladylucrezia on deviant art

I found this and my eyes bulged. It was pretty much exactly how I imagined a part-veela. Not sparkling or mesmerizing, but still unearthly beautiful. I just changed the eye color to adapt to the character.

Chapter 15: What do you want, Draco?

original by vengeful~lilith on deviant art

CHAPTER 15 IS ALIVE!

Yet, to Draco, the most jarring change was her eyes. The emeralds behind her wire-frame glasses were gaunt, distinctly lacking their former bright twinkle. It was the same look he had seen on the faces of the majority of the Gryffindor students. It was the look of hopelessness.

As he slowly approached, her head swiveled in his direction and he suddenly felt a small urge to duck behind the nearest bed, above which floated the corpse of a blackened smoky ghost that was sporting pigtails and thick horn-rimmed glasses. If Harry's piercing green gaze hadn't been boring holes into his head, he would have surely stopped to gawk.

Draco paused and stepped backwards nervously, not wanting to be on the receiving end of one of her many nasty jinxes.

Raising an eyebrow, Harry closed her book, swung her feet off the bed so she could face him properly, and gave him a look that quite plainly said, 'this had better be good.'

Fan Banner by Jayme

The very first submission from a reader!

artist:

letsplaypretend at ff.net

jayme1015 at photobucket

This is beautiful by the way. Big round of applause for jayme people.

Chapter 14: She'll come back, Mione.

iberghol's Ron comforting Hermione

the intensity of this is amazing and I didn't want to color or background it because i thought it might take too much of it away.

“Keep reading,” Ron muttered, sitting down next to her on the edge of Harry’s bed. “If you don’t, Harry will go mad when she realizes how much homework she has to do.”

It was meant to be a joke, but Ron’s tone was so miserable and so humorless, not even the most light-hearted of souls would have found it in them to laugh. Instead, it made her cry. She spun around and collapsed against his chest, unable to stop the heavy sobs that wracked her body. She clutched his shirt and balled his sleeve in her fist, wanting to sink into him; wanting him to make all of this go away, yet knowing he couldn’t. Of all the many wonderful things that Ron was; a miracle-worker he was not.

Ron wrapped an arm around her shoulders while his other hand came to rest in her hair. “She’ll come back, Mione,” he whispered softly. “I know she will.”

Hermione wasn’t so sure.

Chapter 14: Oi, Potter!

original by burdge-bug

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“Oi, Potter!”

Harry let out a shaky breath that she hadn’t known she had been holding. The sultry voice that had interrupted her thoughts caused a shiver of pleasure to shoot up and down her spine. For some reason, her mind went all fuzzy and a searing longing replaced all intelligent thought in her head.

Harry turned around slowly, her body numb with a strange sense of anticipation.

When she saw the owner of the voice, her jaw went slack. At the back of her mind, a strong barrier that had long been shut tight collapsed with a crash. A thousand feelings she had never experienced before rushed over its broken threshold and Harry’s heart began to pound a million miles a minute.

Standing not ten feet away, leaning on the handle of a polished Nimbus Two Thousand, was the most beautiful woman Harry had ever seen. She wasn’t really a flawless epitome of beauty like Madame Dupont… but she radiated a certain air of fluid grace and appealing confidence that screamed out, ‘I’m bloody gorgeous and don’t you forget it!’

Her long cherry red hair was whipping ethereally around her freckled face and shoulders in a wind that Harry could barely register. A delicate hand was resting on her shapely hourglass hips; hips that were thrust outward in a way that made her flat stomach muscles casually flex and stretch. She was wearing a tiny Harpies’ training jersey that just barely covered her pert breasts while the creamy skin of her legs was almost entirely exposed by a pair of mind-numbingly short, skin-hugging, exercise cutoffs. The woman’s full pink lips were stretched in a knowing smirk and her light red eyebrows were raised in questioning amusement. Her kind face was so familiar. Harry had seen it somewhere before… but she couldn’t place where.

And her eyes… oh Gods… her eyes.

They were the most brilliant shade of amber brown, flecked with streaks of gold that were shining brightly from the light of the magnificent sunset.

chapter 14: The Impossible Beach

original by earth-water-fire-air

Smiling up at her, the older redhead, voice whistling through the gaps in her teeth, whispered quietly, “You don’t have to. Forwards or backwards… we’ll follow you whichever way you decide to go. Just don’t leave us behind, ‘kay?”

Harry nodded rapidly. “I won’t, Ginny.”

Ginny grinned toothily and jumped on her back, demanding in an excited voice, “Piggy-back ride!”

Harry laughed, wrapped her arms around the small girl’s legs, stood up, and stepped off the dune. They walked for miles along the beach; Ginny singing nursery rhymes while Harry listened to the whisper. With every step along the sand, the urge to follow it became stronger.

Ginny tightened her arms around Harry’s shoulders. “You have to decide soon, Harry… There once was a wizard who sat on a stump, tra la dee, tra la doo, tra la dee!”

Harry stopped to stare out at the magnificent ocean. “But… Which way should I go, Gin?”

Ginny let out a giggle and shrugged. “Doesn’t matter… you have people that want you on both sides… His bum found a rather uncomfortable bump, tra la dee, tra la doo, tra la dee!”

One of mine: Chapter 14: Broken ( NSFW )

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There was nowhere to run; nowhere to hide from the specter of the boy. He could follow her anywhere and everywhere. She couldn’t touch him; couldn’t fight him; couldn’t harm him. If she tried to escape, he’d know instantly. There was nothing she could do; nothing to do except sit and wait for death to take her.

And so she sat in the dark, naked upon the cold wet floor of the Chamber, her eyes cast away from him as she nursed her bruises and cuts.

Chapter 13: Don't Go

original by haikeus on deviantart

hooray shirtless cuddling.

Harry cupped her cheek, eyes bright with both happiness and tears. "Good. I… I couldn't bear being alone in the love department." The black-haired girl's hands encircled her waist once again. "Not without you, Ginny. You... you taught me how to feel it."

Ginny didn't know what to say. "God, Harry... that's..."

Words couldn't describe it.

Ginny snuggled into Harry's chest and closed her eyes.

After a moment of peaceful quiet, Harry whispered sadly to her, "But... I guess you probably don't want me sleeping in here anymore though."

Ginny hesitated. She thought about the look on Katie's face and blushed furiously. There was something far too intimate about the way the two older girls had touched. Every night she feels that; feels it because of me; thinking of me. It's so… Ginny buried her nose into Harry's shirt. But… I… I need her.

Harry sighed and moved to get up but Ginny forced her back down. "Stop assuming things, Harry. Don't go. I need you here."

"You do?" whispered Harry breathily, her cheeks flushing to a rosy red.

"Yeah." Ginny leaned forward and lightly kissed the black-haired girl's jaw. "Whose hair would I play with at night if you went and slept in a separate bed?"

Harry shrugged. "Hermione's?"

Ginny shoved her. "That was rhetorical, you twit." A wide smile broke across Harry's face. Ginny loved that smile… the smile that was only for her. "Harry," she whispered quietly.

"Yeah, Gin?"

Ginny twirled Harry's hair around her finger. "Well, if I absolutely had to kiss a girl… I'd kiss you."

Harry went beet red and covered her face with her hair. "I'd want to kiss you too."

Chapter 13: Prison Life

original by munsterfanatic

A drip of dew fell upon his face.

And then another.

And another.

He wondered where the suddenly condensed drips had come from; from whose piss and sweat the water of the dew drop had previously evaporated.

There was a soft giggle.

A voice, laced with a touch of madness, echoed out from the dark in a sickening childish sing-song. “Here they come. Drip drop. Drip drop. Drip drop.” Bellatrix’s pale hands clasped the bars lining the left side of his cell. “An itty bitty Sirius caught in a spider’s web. Down came Bella to chop off Siri’s head! HA HA!”

Sirius leaned back against the wall, folding his newspaper and closing his eyes. He refused to look through the bars at his cousin, who was only able to maintain what little that was left of her sanity by taunting him day and night.

“Sirius. SIRIUS. SIRIUS. Sirius.”

He didn’t fault her. He hated the mad Death Eater bitch with every fiber of his being… but he didn’t fault her. She was doing what she had to do to keep herself alive in this God forsaken place… exactly like he was.

“Did you know that Rosemerta used to suckle Lucius’ cock every night during seventh year?” Bellatrix giggled happily. “Did you know that, Siri? Did you know that he fucked her in the arse for a whole year? Did you know that she loved every minute of it? You could hear her screams through the silencing charms. Nasty little tart she was; passed around from House to House. ‘Rosie the Shrieking-Shack’ they used to call her.”

It wasn’t true. He had heard a different magnificent story of what a slag his old girlfriend was every day for the past nine years. The stories changed and contradicted and became wild and ridiculous. They were the ravings of a mad woman.

To Sirius… it was just white noise; white noise in this hell hole of silence that was only broken by the occasional screams of terror from inside Rabastan’s cell.

The cells in Azkaban were separated from each other by only a set of bars. Rabastan was to his right, Bellatrix to his left, and Rudolphus was around the corner. A single solitary wall blocked them from the Dementors that roamed the corridors. He had heard a rumor from some rather talkative Aurors that bars would soon replace the lone wall in the high security cells so as to ‘better keep an eye the prisoners.’ Getting too expensive to feed us I expect; Fudge must be hoping we’ll get kissed. I wonder how far apart they’ll be. I might be able to slip out as a dog.

A guilty voice in his head cried out, ‘It’s your fault they’re dead. You wanted Peter as the Secret Keeper. You belong here.’

Sirius quieted the voice with blank numbness. Any anguish he felt would be intensified tenfold by the Dementors. He focused on his innocence; his one thought that kept him sane.

Rabastan screamed rather inopportunely.

His concentration was shot.

Sirius sorely wished there were walls all around. He wouldn’t have to listen to the mad man’s shrieks. He wouldn’t have to endure his cousin’s torment. He wouldn’t have to watch Bellatrix and Rudolphus shagging. During his days as an Auror, he had been told that the purpose for the cell arrangement was to prevent the prisoners from being kissed through the bars, while still allowing air to circulate. But he had come up with a new theory that was based on the nightly ‘through-the-bars,’ coitus of his cousin and her husband.

It was to reduce the need for conjugal visits.

Sirius chuckled dryly to himself.

“Are you laughing at me, Doggy?” whispered Bellatrix in a deadly whisper.

Sirius stood, stretched, and, speaking for the first time in months, rasped sarcastically, “Oh no. I’m just laughing at your amusing story about Rosie… Of course I’m laughing at you, you mad cunt.”

Bellatrix moaned in pleasure and Sirius heard her shuffle closer to his cell, pressing her face up to the bars. In a trembling feverish voice, Bellatrix muttered, “Good. Laugh while you can. The Dark Lord will come for me, cousin… and when he does, I will rip you in such delicious ways. First… I’ll dig out your eyes with a sharpened spoon. Then, I’ll cut out your tongue with-”

Sirius whirled and shoved his foot through the bars, right into her overly pointed face. He reveled in the satisfying crunch as her nose broke beneath his heel. The black haired witch shrieked, rolling across the floor in pain.

“Ah… I’ve wanted to do that for years. Thank you, Bella. That was for Alice and Frank.”

couldn't find original illustrator.

Harry 2nd Year

Harry CoS

original by rubalcava

the perfect tom riddle

original by usagitsu

minor edit

Chapter 11: Possesion

original by nami86

edited so it looks a bit like his hand is going into her chest.

The boy… that terrible boy… was standing right behind her. His eyes were a sickening red. His skin was a deathly pale, almost transparent.

His arms wrapped around her body like snakes, wrenching open her shirt and skirt. His hands sank into her skin like hot metal would through butter. Blood spurted everywhere: over her face, over his face, over his old-fashioned Slytherin uniform.

His tongue penetrated the skin of her cheek. Crimson liquid filled her mouth, spilling out past her lips.

Ginny flailed in agony. She could feel him inside her; inside her skin; inside her mind; ravaging her very essence. His arms were fully submerged in her chest now, fingers gripping her heart… squeezing.

And then… his entire body sank into her.

Tom grinned, clutching the sink, the girl's body still wracked by the pain of his first true possesion. He could control her until he saw fit, instead of for a fleeting moment.

Weakling child.

As he cleaned and healed the wounds of the body, his Prime raised its head from the hole where the tub had just been; eyes closed and ready to obey Tom's every command. "Tonight Masster… we sshall risse."

Tom laughed cruelly as the last vestiges of Ginny Weasley's control left her body.

Chapter 11: Wearing the Pants.

original by smiling muffin.

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“Are you sure?”

She dragged him toward the bed by his tie. “Of course I am, Draco.”

Draco nodded, pulled the clothes from his upper body over his head, and gently stripped Pansy of her vest, blouse, and bra. He pushed her back into his pillows, enveloping her lips in a hungry kiss. His tongue danced expertly with her own and his newly calloused hand slid over the small of her back in just the right way. Thank you, Quidditch.

She moaned weakly into his mouth, her body arching upwards of its own accord. His flat, naked chest was so warm against her bare breasts. Heat surged between her legs and she gasped into his mouth eagerly.

Pansy had been holding off on allowing him to touch her like this for the past three months. Now… as he dragged his fingers tantalizingly across her skin, she desperately wished she hadn’t waited. This was heaven.

lol.

Original by the wonderful maria abagnale.

Oh Ron.

So subtle.

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hmmmmmmmm interesting. i wonder what this is?

Augmented

originally hermione/ginny by kittystarscream

Haven't decided if i'm going to use this for a scene yet. Maybe I will. There are possibilities.

alice

size of alice >>>>

"Hello, Chica"

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H/L future scene

It'll happen.

Whee.

I freaking love how this turned out.

I used two iberghol pics from deviantart.

I grabbed Harry's name and hedwig/circe out of the group one and slapped it on an edit heavy hermione.

where are they all looking?

Future scene... and some character doodles

original art for both by Maria Abagnale: one of the greatest hp artists ever

character doodles for third year. future scene

looked way better before I scanned it.

future scene

not a scene. just a little something of H/G sometime during seventh year.

lol character creator programs

harry and ginny practiced posing for hours to stand exactly the same way.

ginny's hair is wind resistant. WIND RESISTANT

she won't actually have a sword... I just thought it would be awesome.

Ch 9: Potions

original by iberghol with boy Harry.

i did this in ten mins.

About half way through the class, he noticed that Potter had fallen asleep in the back of the room. Oh how he would enjoy giving her a zero. It was so rare that he found an occasion to do so. Weasley saw his feral smirk and stared nervously at the sleeping girl. He nudged Granger, who nudged Potter… who didn't wake up.

"Weasley… Granger… eyes on your potions. There will be time enough for nudging and footsies later." The two students blushed furiously and Severus turned to the board so he could hide his smirk.

At the end of the class he handed each student a small vial. He awakened Potter as rudely as he could with a rapid disillusionment charm and a finite incantem. The two spells were most unsettling if done in quick enough succession.

Potter looked miserable and tired. He almost felt pity for her and her ridiculous Potter hair. He would make this short and sweet. "Potter you first."

She shook her head sadly. "My antidote isn't finished yet sir. I have to take a zero."

He grinned. "That remains to be seen Potter… take the poison and drink your antidote."

"Sir…" said Potter questioningly, "that could… that could rupture my stomach. I haven't added batwing or thistle. I'd rather take the zero."

"You will do as I say."

Potter glared at him with Lily's eyes and resolutely muttered, "No."

some neville parvati lurve

Little funny thing I made with two different arts. Not a scene. don't have a clue who the illustrators are