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Idea Number ?: Hermione

Name: Hermione Jane Granger

Birthday: September 19, 1979

Mother: Anna Marrows Granger

Father: Peter Henry Granger

Paternal Grandmother: Henrietta Mae Granger (Mimi)

Paternal Grandfather: James Peter Granger (Pop) deceased

Maternal Grandmother: Georgina Marrows (Grandmother)

Maternal Grandfather: Daniel Marrows (Granddad)

Education: Homeschooled by Mimi until Hogwarts

Favorite book series: Nancy Drew

Siblings: Little sister, Desdemona, died when she was two from leukemia, four years younger than Hermione

Mother’s Favorite Shakespeare Play: Othello

Father’s Favorite Shakespeare Play: The Winter’s Tale

Address: 9 Bunting LaneOxford, , Oxfordshire

Wand: Vinewood, 8 and 1/3 inches, Dragon heartstring

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Idea Number ?: Harry takes Dudley's kid

Summary: Harry gets a letter from Dudley asking him to take in his four-year-old son, Donald because it seems like he is a wizard.

 Harry was kneeling in the garden of the Burrow, digging holes in the dirt to plant seeds in. He often came to the Burrow to help out Molly Weasley after Arthur had died in the Second War of Voldemort. Her other children came around as often as they could, but they were very busy rebuilding their lives even five years after the war had ended. Harry tried to make it to the Burrow once every two days. He found it extremely therapeutic doing work around the house and yard.

He finished planting all the seeds and stood, wiping his hands on his jeans. He picked up his empty seed sack and made his way towards the Burrow, stopping at the hose to get a drink before entering the small kitchen.

“I’m done, Molly,” he said to the elderly, grey-haired woman sitting at the scrubbed wooden table. He set the bag on the counter and went over to the sink and washed his hands. “I’ll come over tomorrow and water them. Is there anything else that needs done?”

“Oh, no, Harry dear,” Molly said. “You’ve done more than enough. Sit down, sit down, I’ll get us some tea.” Harry obediently sat and the woman bustled around, more slowly than she used to, getting the kettle out and filling it with water. She set it on the stove and with a flick of her wand the fire started underneath. She sat back down heavily at the table and let out a small laugh. “Oh, I’m not as young as I used to be. It’s getting a lot harder to get around these days. I’ve been relying on magic for so much, lately. Oh, but you don’t want to hear the problems of an old woman.” She flicked her wand again and two teacups floated out of the cabinet and over to settle on the table. “How have you been, lately, Harry dear?”

“Oh, I’ve been fine,” Harry said. “I haven’t been doing much. Ron and Hermione have been busy with visits to random healers, so I haven’t seen them in awhile.” Ron had been damaged greatly in the Last Battle and Hermione kept taking him to all sorts of specialists trying to fix it. The kettle whistled shrilly and Harry jumped up to get it. He poured the hot water into both of the teacups and placed the teabags in. With a flick of his wand he banished the kettle back to the stove and sat down again. “Fred and George bought me a drink two days ago. Things are going smoothly for them. They have three new stores opening in the States. The one in Diagon Alley is almost finished being remodelled from when it was destroyed in the attack.

“Er, I saw Gabrielle Delacour a week ago in Hogsmeade. She told me that she is very happy attending Hogwarts even though she still has trouble with the language. She said she was very glad she chose not to attend Beauxbatons. She said Bill and Fleur are doing fine. Apparently Bill really wants to stop by but is having trouble finding time while dealing with two toddlers and a hormonal, pregnant Veela. Fleur’s due in October apparently. Um, that’s all the news I have. Have you heard from Ginny lately?”

The elderly witch shook her head. “No, I haven’t heard from her since she owled us her sympathies over Arthur, and Percy’s deaths. She was so upset when we sent her to finish her schooling in the States. I’m not sure if she’ll ever speak to us again. I did hear from Charlie last week though. He’s doing fine, very busy. Apparently one of the clutches hatched.”

Harry nodded and took a long sip of his tea. He glanced at his watch and his eyes widened. “Merlin, is that the time. I need to go, Molly. I have a date tonight. I’m terribly sorry to rush out on you like this, without even cleaning the tea things.”

“Oh, nonsense, Harry, go and get ready for your date. The tea things can clean themselves. Have a nice time, dear.” Harry kissed the witch on her cheek before apparating away to his Hogsmeade home.

Later that night Harry entered his home dejectedly. He threw his cloak on the chair and plopped down on the couch, putting his head in his hands. His date had not gone as smoothly as he had wanted. First he had accidentally spilled wine on her blouse. And then she started talking to him as the Boy-Who-Lived instead of Harry. And then, when they were eating dessert, reporters had found them and started taking pictures. He wouldn’t be seeing that girl again.

He let out a frustrated sigh and stood up. He made his way into the bedroom and got ready for bed, falling asleep quickly.

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Summary: AU, Lily and James alive, James wants to use Sirius as the Secret Keeper, Sirius wants it to be Peter, and Lily insists that it should be Mary Withers, her best and most trusted friend. James reluctantly agrees and Mary becomes the Secret Keeper. She moves into Godric’s Hollow with the family per Dumbledore’s suggestion for protection. Lily and James have another son when Harry is four and he is named Bennett and called Benny. When Harry is six and Benny is two, Benny runs outside the Fidelius charm and Harry runs after him. Voldemort, who has been waiting for this chance, aims his wand at the younger boy. Harry, filled with love for the boy, jumps in front of the Killing curse and it bounds back onto Voldemort, leaving Harry with a heart shaped scar and the title The Boy Who Lived. Voldemort is turned into a shadow and Lily and James decide to come out of hiding.

Chapter One

Harry ran after his little brother, who was running towards where their Mummy had said to never cross, “Benny!” he yelled. “Benny, get back! You’re gonna get us in trouble!” The toddler didn’t listen though and ran right over the line that they weren’t supposed to cross, which just happened to be the place where the Fidelius Charm ended. Harry groaned, but followed his brother across the line. “Benny, you’re going to get us in so much trouble! I bet you Daddy wouldn’t wait a second to take his wand to us if he knew we were out here. And that’s even worse than the time-out corner! You’ve never felt it, but it hurts real bad. Benny! Stop playing and get back here!” Harry marched over to his younger brother who had plopped down in the dirt and had started to play with the grass on the side of the road. “Benny, I’m gonna tell! I mean it and you’ll be in big trouble!” The six-year-old turned around and started heading back towards the house that only he and his brother could see.

He had only gone a few steps when he heard a noise in the bushes. He turned around sharply. “Who’s there?” he called, looking around nervously. “Show yourself!”

“With pleasure,” a high, cold voice said. A man emerged from behind a tree, only he didn’t look like any man that Harry had ever seen. His hair was black and long, reaching to his chin. His eyes were red and his face as pale as snow. He wore a long black cloak and a wand was grasped in his hand. “The Potter boys, perfect. You do not know how long I have waited to meet you, young Harry.”

Harry stared at the wizard with wide eyes, fear evident in his face. “Wh-who are you?” he asked, taking a step backwards. “H-how do you know my name?”

“I know a lot about you, Harry Potter. My friend Wormtail told me all about you and your younger brother, too. As for my name, well, I like people to call me Lord Voldemort, though, most are too afraid to speak it.”

Harry now knew who this man was. This was the man that they were hiding from, the one who wanted to hurt his family. “You get away from here!” he yelled, glaring at the man. “You’re not welcome!”

“Oh, but I can’t leave without giving your parents a present, little Harry.” Voldemort said.

“What sort of present?”

“Why, the dead bodies of their two sons, of course.” Harry gasped and Benny, who had now realized that something was wrong, started to cry loudly. “I think I will start with the younger one,” Voldemort said, pointing his wand toward the two-year-old. “Just to shut him up. Avada–”

“No!” Harry ran in front of his brother just as the Dark Lord finished the curse.

“–Kedavra!” Harry saw a flash of green light and felt a blinding pain in his forehead and knew no more.

The boy’s eyes flew open and he sat up, breathing heavily. The nightmare that had plagued him ever since the day it had happened had come back again. He wiped the sweat of his forehead with the sleeve of his T-shirt and kicked the blankets off. Glancing at his alarm clock, he saw that it was much too early to get up, but also knew that he wouldn’t be getting back to sleep anytime soon.

He climbed out of bed and went over to the mirror, muttering “Lumos,” as he did so. The candles and torches magically lit his room in a soft glow. He fingered the heart-shaped scar, a souvenir from that awful day when he was six. It was redder than it usually was which was normal after the nightmare. He sighed and made his way over to the bookshelf which held books that were predominantly about Quidditch with a few history, spell, and Muggle fiction books thrown in as well as a whole shelf dedicated to the very funny comic series, The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle. He grabbed Flying With Puddlemere United, one of the books in the Flying With series, a series of books about the thirteen teams of the British and Irish League filled with interesting facts. Harry had read all the books in the series so many times that he had memorized the books, but he still enjoyed reading them to get his mind off things. He took the book back to his bed and settled in to read until he fell asleep again.

“Harry, Harry,” Harry woke to his mum’s voice. “Did you have another dream?” Harry opened his eyes and stared into his mother’s green eyes, exactly like his own.

“Morning, Mum,” he said sleepily. “Yeah, it came back, but I read until I fell asleep again.”

“I can see that.” Lily said, picking up the book that was lying across her son’s chest and placing it on the nightstand. “Are you okay? Do you need me to call Healer Gregas?”

“No, Mum, I’m fine.” Harry said, sitting up. Healer Gregas was the Healer that had helped him get the nightmares back from every night to once a week to once a month, to once every few months. The last time he had seen the aged Healer was almost two years ago when he had had a particularly bad episode of nightly nightmares.

“If you’re sure,” Lily said.

“I am.” Harry stated firmly.

“All right, get up, breakfast is in five minutes and Sirius should be arriving in a half-hour. Your father was called into work and I have to go to the bakery for awhile since nobody seems to know what they’re doing.” Lily left the room and Harry heard her enter his brother Benny’s room.

He climbed out of bed and pulled a pair of Muggle jeans over his boxers. He pulled off his sleeping T-shirt in favor of his navy-blue Puddlemere United shirt. He glanced at the brush and then into the mirror at the unruly hair that he had inherited from his father.

“It’s a lost cause, boy,” the mirror stated, using the mirror image of the boy to speak. “Best to give up now.” Harry grinned at his reflection and left the brush where it was. He headed out of the room and ran downstairs and into the kitchen.

“Don’t run in the house,” his mother snapped as she used her wand to direct plates of food onto the kitchen table. “Sit down and eat. Where is that brother of yours? Benny!” she yelled up the stairs. “Bennett Potter if you don’t get yourself down here right now I’m giving your breakfast to Rascal!” The Crup in question looked up from where it lay on its mat by the stove.

The seven-year-old came bursting into the kitchen, his red hair as messy as Harry’s, still in his nightclothes. “I’m here. Where’s my breakfast?”

“On the table,” Lily said pointing. “Why aren’t you dressed? I told you to get up and get dressed. Were you playing instead of doing what I had said?” Benny gave his mother a cheeky grin that showed off his missing front teeth and took a bite of pancake. Lily sighed. “I give up.” She left the kitchen and returned a few minutes later with their baby brother, Samuel, in her arms. Sammie had been born nine months ago on Friday, October 13^th, a very lucky day to the wizarding world.

“Mum,” Harry said, setting down his glass of pumpkin juice. “My birthday’s coming up in a few weeks and I was wondering if we could go to the Quidditch museum? And invite the Weasleys and Padfoot and Moony of course.”

“The Quidditch?” Harry nodded. “But honey, we always go to the Quidditch for your birthday and for Ron’s. Aren’t you getting a bit tired of it?” Museum Museum

“Tired of the Quidditch?” Harry stared at his Mum with an expression of shock on his face. “How can you get tired of the Quidditch?” Museum Museum

“Very easily,” Lily stated. “But I guess that it is your birthday and if you want to go to the Quidditch, we’ll go.” Museum

“Yes! Thanks Mum. I’m gonna go owl Ron.” Harry jumped from the table and stormed up the stairs.

“No running in the house!” Lily called futilely.

Harry entered his room and immediately went over to his desk. He grabbed a spare bit of parchment and a quill and scribbled hurriedly.

Ron–

Mum said yes to Quidditch! As always your family is invited too. I can’t wait! Hey, wanna come over soon? Have your mum Floo mine to set up a date. Maybe I can get Mum to invite Smith around as well? Hope you can make it! Museum

–Harry

His owl, a snowy white owl that had been his major birthday present when he had turned eight, flew over and stuck out her foot. “Take it to Ron, Angel,” he told her, stroking her as she took the parchment in her beak. “Have a safe flight.” She flew out the window and headed east towards the Burrow.

“Harry!” Lily Potter called up the stairs. “Sirius is here and I’m leaving! Sammie’s coming with me. Take care of your brother and behave for Sirius! If I hear one complaint you’ll not go flying for two weeks, understand?”

“Yes, Mum,” Harry called, heading downstairs. His Mum kissed Benny on the head, hugged him as he reached the last stair, and disapparated holding tightly to the baby. “Hi, Uncle Padfoot,” Harry greeted his godfather.

“Hey, sport. Now that your Mum’s gone, what do you say we head to Diagon Alley and look at the Quidditch store and the joke shop? Maybe while your there we can start your school shopping, Harry.”

“But I’ve not received my letter yet.” Harry replied.

“But you will, I have no doubt about that.” Sirius replied with a grin. “What do you say, Mr. Bennett? Want to go look at the things in the Alley?”

“Yeah!” the seven-year-old cried. “Let’s go!”

“We will, but you have to get dressed first,” Sirius told the little boy. “And get your face washed. Your Mum made pancakes for breakfast, didn’t she? You’re stickier than a Permanent Sticking Charm.”

Benny grinned and obediently followed the man upstairs. Harry could here muffled sounds of Sirius explaining to his brother why he couldn’t wear his plaid trousers with his striped shirt come from the upstairs as he went into the living room and sat down on the couch. What if a Hogwarts letter never came for him? It had taken a lot of magic for him to turn that curse around onto Voldemort, what if that had turned him into a Squib?

Benny came running downstairs with Sirius close behind him. Harry was glad to see that Sirius had talked his little brother into wearing normal clothes, namely jeans and a T-shirt. “Ready to go, P.J.?” Sirius asked, using the nickname he’d given Harry (Prongs Jr. P.J. for short) after he had successfully pulled off his first prank.

“You bet!” Harry said, grinning. He made his way over to the fireplace and grabbed a pinch of Floo powder from its jar on the mantle. He tossed it in the fireplace and stepped in calling, “Diagon Alley!” A few minutes later the spinning stopped and Harry stumbled out into the Leaky Cauldron.

“Oh my God! It’s Harry Potter!” Everyone in the pub started talking at once and most jumped from their seats and hurried over begging for autographs and handshakes or just trying to touch him as if that would give them better fortune.

Harry backed away as the crowd approached. He had forgotten his hat and now he was paying for it. He hoped Sirius arrived soon. He looked behind him as a few older witches ran their hands through his hair and was relieved to see the flames turn green. Sirius stepped out with Benny in his arms and took in the scene with wide eyes.

“HEY!” Sirius yelled loudly. “EVERYONE BACK OFF!” Only a few people listened. “NOW! DO YOU WANT ME TO CALL THE AURORS? YOU’LL ALL BE ARRESTED FOR HARRASSMENT AND THAT GETS YOU 3 MONTHS IN AZKABAN!” That made everyone listen. The crowd went reluctantly back to their seats and Sirius grabbed Harry’s arm and led him out back. “Are you all right?”

Harry nodded and looked up at Sirius, his eyes wide with unshed tears. Sirius set Benny down and pulled the ten-year-old into a hug. “That was scary, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m never gonna forget my hat again!” Harry declared, wiping his eyes.

“Are you okay to shop or do you want to go back home?”

“No, I want to shop! But I want to buy a hat first.”

“Sure thing!” Sirius cried and pulled out his wand. He tapped the appropriate brick and grabbed Benny’s hand to keep him from wandering off as he was sometimes in habit of doing.

It was only Sirius’ threatening glare and the wand ready in his hand that kept Harry from being mobbed again. It didn’t stop them from stopping and staring or whispering with their friends and pointing though.

“Look, Charlene, it’s Harry Potter —”

“— his brother Bennett —”

“— He loved his brother so much that he jumped in front of the Killing Curse —”

Harry ignored the whispers as best he could and quickly made his way towards Madam Malkin’s. Benny seemed to love the attention though. He was grinning and waving at the gaping people who automatically waved back while their eyes followed the trio’s procession down the cobblestone street.

Sirius bought him a plain black hat (“Just like you’ll need for Hogwarts!”) and then dragged the boys to the bank for a ride on the Gringotts carts. It was when they were looking at Dungbombs in Gambol and Jape’s that the trouble started.

“Um, excuse me, Mr. Potter?” Harry looked around to see a witch in purple robes looking nervously at him.

“Yes?”

“W-would you mind if maybe, um, got your autograph?”

Harry sighed but nodded. “All right, got a quill?”

“Er, no, but, I have lipstick! It’s Luscious Strawberry Delight.” Sirius, who was nearby, listening in, snorted loudly at the name, but quickly disguised it as a sneeze. She pulled out the tube of lipstick from her blindingly pink handbag and handed it to him. “M-my name’s Marie.”

“You have parchment?” Harry asked, not bothering to keep the frustration out of his voice.

“Um, no, but you can sign my arm!”

“Sign your arm?” Harry eyed the girl’s arm apprehensively. What if she had never been treated for cooties? “Er, are you sure you don’t have any parchment? Maybe you could check your bag for some?”

“I don’t have any, I already checked. Please sign my arm, Harry!”

Harry sighed again and shot a glare at Sirius who was trying very hard not to laugh and failing miserably. He opened the lipstick and reached for the girl’s arm. As he finished signing his name, the girl grabbed a hold of him and kissed him on the lips. There was the flash of a camera and the girl let go and ran off.

Sirius started yelling and swearing at the girl and the cameraman. Benny stared at both Harry and Sirius with wide eyes. Harry felt his face heat up in embarrassment and he threw the lipstick tube as far away from him as he could.

“C’mon, Harry, Benny, we’re leaving. Could you send a package of Dungbombs to the Potter House? Put it on Sirius Black’s tab.” This last was addressed to the manager who had hurried over and was apologizing for the disturbance. “It’s fine,” Sirius said gruffly and grabbed hold of the boys’ hands. He squeezed them tightly and disapparated to the living room of the Potter house.

“I’m sorry that happened, Harry,” Sirius said as they set up the chess board. Benny had gone outside to play with Rascal.

“Me too,” Harry said. “You don’t think she has cooties do you?”

Sirius laughed and replied, “No, Harry, I’m sure you’re fine.”

The pair played game after game of chess, only stopping when James arrived home. Harry greeted his dad enthusiastically before going upstairs to his room to listen to the Adventure of Martin Miggs, Mad Muggle radio show on the WWN.

“Harry got mobbed today,” Sirius told James as he buttoned his cloak. “And attacked and kissed and photographed.” He went on to explain their trip to the Alley. “So I told the manager that it was fine and apparated the boys back here.”

“Thanks for telling me, Sirius,” James said. “I’ll talk to Harry about it and see if he’s okay. Think I should mention it to Lily?”

“Lily? She’ll freak out and insist that he go see that Healer bloke who helped him with the nightmares. Nah, I’d keep it between the boys for now. By the way, you’ll be receiving an order of Dungbombs. I told the guy to charge it to my account.”

“Okay, I’ll make sure Lily doesn’t see them. If she does, I’ll just tell her that they’re yours.”

“Oh, thanks, Jamsie. Then she’d get all upset with me and you know what she’s like when she’s upset!”

“Oh, please, Sirius, the worst that would happen was you not getting invited round to dinner for awhile. Speaking of which, want to come over tomorrow night? Lily mentioned bringing home blackberry pie from the bakery.”

“Blackberry pie? Oh, I wish I could but I have a date.”

“Who is it this time? Cindy? Jane? Or maybe that blonde you saw in the bar, what was her name?”

“Carrie, and for your information it’s not any one of them. It’s Jessica.”

“Jessica? Ooh, you dog!” James grinned at his friend and punched him lightly in the arm.

“Daddy!” Benny’s voice sounded from outside.

“I should go,” Sirius said. “See you later.” He apparated away and James hurried to see what Benny wanted.

~*~

Harry looked up from his magazine as someone knocked on his door. “Yeah?” The door opened and James stuck his head in.

“May I come in, Harry?”

“Sure.” James entered and sat down on the desk chair.

“Sirius told me about what happened today.”

“Oh,” Harry said, playing with the hem of his shirt.

“You want to talk about it?”

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Summary: When James Potter tells his best friend, Sirius Black, about the prophecy, the man immediately realizes that Harry will need training in the art of war. He knows Hogwarts will not give Harry the training that he’ll need, so he decides to look up schools that will and send applications there. He sends applications to Blackwood Training Institute for the Training of Wizards (specializes in dueling, all-boys school, no Muggleborn, ages 11-19), Durmstrang Institute (specializes in Dark Arts, co-ed, no Muggleborn or Muggle-raised allowed, ages 11-19), St. Maurus Academy for Apprentice Wizards (all-boys school, only exceptionally talented Muggleborn boys, ages 11-17), and Magnus School for Magical Training (co-ed, ages 11-17)

11 – Year One

12 – Year Two

13 – Year Three

14 – Year Four

15 – Year Five

16 – Year Six

17 – Year Seven

18 – Year Nine

19 – Year Ten

When Lily and James die, Sirius goes to get Harry, but Hagrid won’t give him to him saying he has to go to the Dursleys. Sirius goes to the Ministry of Magic where he taken in for questioning by the Aurors. He is found innocent of all the things accused of him and is allowed to apply for custody of Harry. It is granted, but Harry has had to spend two weeks with the Dursleys, who have kept him locked in the cupboard.

Sirius raises Harry in Grimmauld Place with Walburga helping him. Walburga begins teaching Harry French, which she thinks all proper pureblood boys should know. When Harry is five Walburga dies and Sirius hires a tutor to instruct Harry in reading and writing in English and French and also hires another tutor to come three times a week to instruct him in German just in case he wants to go to Durmstrang. He is also taught basic geography, maths, and history as well as Latin and magical theory. Harry decides to go to either Blackwood Training Institute or St. Maurus Academy. He chooses St. Maurus Academy.

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Summary: Arthur Weasley convinces the Ministry to do another check on Malfoy mansion and specifically insists they check under the drawing room floor. They find many Dark Arts items and arrest Lucius and Narcissa for practicing Dark Magic. Draco is sent to live with his Aunt Andromeda and Uncle Ted Tonks. All this takes place May 30^th. Draco is picked up June 19^th to spend the summer with his aunt and uncle who live as Muggles in a Muggle neighbourhood.

Draco: turned 13 on 5 June

Andromeda: 40 – house = Ravenclaw, works as charms researcher in the Ministry

Ted Tonks: 43 – house = Ravenclaw, works as an architect in both worlds

Nymphadora: 20 – house = Gryffindor, Auror-in-training

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From the Desk of: Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic

During a surprise tour of Malfoy mansion, Aurors found a quantity of Dark Items underneath the drawing room floor. Lucius Abraxas Malfoy has been arrested for owning and using Dark Items. Narcissa Druella Malfoy was arrested for withholding information of Dark Activities from the Ministry and using Dark Magic. The trial was held on 15 June at eight in the morning. Master Malfoy was sentenced to life in Azkaban and a fine of G10, 000. Mistress Malfoy was sentenced to five years in Azkaban and G2, 000. Guardianship of Draco Malfoy has been given to Andromeda Walburga Tonks and Theodore Andrew Tonks to begin immediately.

Draco scowled angrily as he read the Ministry notice. He looked up at the impassive face of Professor Snape and snapped. “My parents were on trial this morning and no one saw fit to tell me!”

“There is no need to raise your voice, Mr. Malfoy.” Snape said. “The Ministry, the Headmaster, and I felt that it would only add stress that you did not need if you were told before the trial. Your aunt and uncle have offered to come to Hogwarts and pick you up before the term is over, so you can get used to the situation without the added pressure of others’ curiosity.”

“No,” Draco said immediately. Term ended in four days and he did not want to have to go live with a mudblood any sooner than he had to, even if it meant putting up with remarks from the stupid Gryffindorks. “No, I’ll stay till the end of term and ride the train back.”

“Very well,” said Severus, “but if anyone gives you any trouble at all, come tell me and I will take points off of Gryffindor and give the person detention.”

“What if it’s a Ravenclaw or a Slytherin that teases me?” Draco asked curiously.

“Tell me and I will take points off Gryffindor,” the professor deadpanned. “Now, go, I’m sure your friends are bursting to ask you about all that’s happened.”

~*~*~*~

“Oh, Draco, it’s horrid what the Ministry’s doing to you!” Pansy Parkinson cried. She was sitting next to him in the train compartment, and would have thrown her arms around him had he not stood and made his way to look out the window at the scenery flying by.

“I know it is, Pansy,” he said. “You’ve said so every time the subject has been brought up. But I can’t do anything about it. There isn’t any other family to take me in and I wouldn’t want to be placed in a foster home with, with abused drug-addicts.”

“You know we’d take you in if we could, Draco,” Vincent Crabbe spoke up, “but we’re not closely related enough.”

“I know, Vince, it’s fine.” Draco said with a sigh.

“No, it’s not!” Pansy cried. “Drakey, you’re going to be miserable! They live like Muggles, Draco! Muggles!”

“I know, Pansy,” snapped Draco, turning around. “I’ve been hearing it from you for the past four days! I’m sick and tired of hearing about how awful my life is going to be! So just shut your mouth for once in your life, Parkinson!”

Pansy stared at him, wide-eyed, her mouth agape. It closed audibly and Draco sat down.

~*~*~*~

“Hi, Draco!” Andromeda Tonks was a very cheerful person. Her brown hair was cut short framing her face and grey eyes so very much like his mother’s looked back at him. “I’m your Aunty Andi and this is your Uncle Ted.” Ted Tonks was a small man; Draco judged that he was only ten centimetres taller. He also had brown hair and was smiling happily at Draco.

“Hello, Draco, I’m glad I get a chance to meet you.” The man said his voice friendly. He clapped a hand on Draco’s shoulder before heading towards the exit calling over his shoulder, “I’ll go get the truck!”

Andromeda and Draco walked more slowly to the exit. “I know this is difficult for you, Draco. Ted and I want to make you comfortable with us. If there is anything we can do to make you feel comfortable, let us know. As I’m sure you know we live in a Muggle neighbourhood. Do you have any Muggle clothes?”

“No,” Draco said. He was still wearing his school robes and was receiving odd looks from the Muggles for it. “There’s no point, really. I never go into the Muggle world. Father always requests a portkey for me from the Ministry to get to and from the platform.”

“Well, we’ll have to go shopping straight away, then. Ted’s only a little bit taller than you are, so you can borrow some of his things until we can get you some of your own. They’ll be a bit big, but they’ll have to do. Ah, there’s Ted with the truck.” She pointed to a blue pickup truck that was making its way towards the entrance.

It pulled to a stop in front of them and Aunt Andi opened the door. “Hop in, Draco.” He did so and Andromeda climbed in after him, closing the door.

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Idea Number 5: Orion Black lives longer than in canon.

Summary: Godparenting is different in the wizarding world. A spell is cast to make the godparents actual parents of their godchildren just in case something happens to the real parents. When Harry is orphaned and Sirius jailed, Orion Black, Sirius’s father, takes Harry in. He grows up with Papa and is raised as a proper pureblood and savior. He is renamed a proper pureblood wizarding name: Castor Orion Nigellus Black.

Starts Durmstrang at age ten. Takes equivalent of O.W.L.s at age fourteen. Starts apprenticeship at age 16 for four years. Graduates at 20 once apprenticeship is over. Krum is five years older. Fourth floor of Durmstrang is offices. Third floor is bedrooms and common rooms. Second floor is dining hall, library, study areas, etc. First floor is classrooms. Grounds hold stables, Quidditch pitch, greenhouses, and gardens.

Orion Black looked down at his grandson who was sleeping in his cot. “Now I can raise you to be a proper Black. Something my sons never were. Your godfather, Sirius, he was rebellious, a regular little blood traitor, he was. He went and got himself jailed, just like I knew he would. And Regulus, he was weak. He had to rely on the power of a halfblood wizard to get him power and then he went and got scared and ran away. I’m glad they killed him. Weak wizards don’t deserve to live. But you won’t be weak, will you, my boy? No, I will raise you how you should be raised. You will be a proper pureblood, only making friends with other proper purebloods. Now, sleep, child. In the morning I will begin to teach you. You may not be even two yet, but it is never too early to start learning.” The man left the room, already mentally planning the boy’s future. The boy, a lightning bolt shaped scar on his brow, slept on. Not knowing that he would be raised to hate anything not pure. Not knowing he would have knowledge most purebloods chose not to teach their families. Not knowing that his real parents had hated the pureblood ways. He slept.

~*~

Four-year-old Castor Orion Nigellus Black sat in his chair with perfect posture. His bright green eyes studied the tapestry in front of him. “Papa?” his childish voice said as he turned to the stern man who was sitting in an armchair watching the boy. “Why are some names burned off?”

“Because, my boy,” his Papa answered. “Some family members did bad things that brought shame on the family.” The man stood and came over to the boy’s side. He pointed at a burn mark. “That was Isla Black. She was burned off because she married a Muggle.”

Castor’s eyes widened. “A Muggle, Papa? Why did she want to marry something so dirty and disgusting?”

“I do not know,” Orion said. “The mind is very complicated.” He pointed to another burn mark. “That was Phineas Black. He supported Muggle rights.”

“But Papa,” Castor interrupted. “Muggles are animals aren’t they? What kind of rights do animals have?”

“None,” Orion said shortly. “I am very proud of you, my boy. Some wizards, like the blood-traitor Weasleys, think that Muggles are humans just like us. But you know better, don’t you?”

“Yes, Papa,” Castor said. He stood up and began to recite the lesson he had learned since he was very small. “Muggles are animals. They have no magic. Wizards are superior. We have magic. Magic is what gives us power. Muggles have no power. They have no magic. Muggles are weak. Weakness is inferior. I am not inferior. I am a Black. I know that there is no good and evil, only power, and those too weak to see it.” The four-year-old did not stumble over any of the words. He had been trained in diction since he started speaking.

Orion smiled at his grandson. “Very good, Castor. Very, very good.” He patted the boy on the head and handed him a chocolate frog. “You did well today, son. That deserves a reward.”

Castor took the frog and smiled happily up at his grandfather. “Thank you, Papa.”

“Run along now and play,” Orion instructed. The small boy obediently ran off to his nursery where all his toys were kept.

~*~

Six-year-old Castor stood next to his Papa, his posture perfect and his robes immaculate. Today a boy would be coming over, a proper pureblood boy by the name of Draco Malfoy. The two boys were to play together and if they got along, Castor would be starting lessons with Draco come September if a proper tutor was found.

The flames turned green and a small boy with white-blond hair stepped out. He brushed soot off of his robes and looked around, his eyes falling on Orion Black and Castor. He bowed slightly and said in a childish, but haughty voice, “Master Black, I am Draco Lucius Abraxas Cygnus Pollux Malfoy.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Little Malfoy,” Orion said, staring down at the heir to the Malfoy fortune. “May I introduce my grandson, Castor Orion Nigellus Black.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Black,” Draco said, bowing slightly to Castor.

Castor eyed the Malfoy boy and replied, “Likewise, Mr. Malfoy. Shall we adjourn to my nursery?”

“All right,” Malfoy said.

The two boys made their way quietly up the stairs and to the nursery. The nursery was a spacious room on the first floor. One half of the room held Castor’s bed, nightstand, dresser, and wardrobe. The other half held a toy box, a bookshelf filled with books, a child-sized table and chairs, and a desk. The boys sat down at the table and chairs and Castor called Kreacher for tea.

“Do you have a house-elf?” asked Castor curiously.

“Yes, we do,” Draco said haughtily. “Its name is Dobby and it is a young one. Yours seems practically ancient.”

“Kreacher is still a fine servant,” Castor said severely. “And you’ll not talk about my servant like that.”

“Who are you to order me around?” Draco cried, standing up and glaring at Castor. “Don’t you know who you’re speaking to? I am a Malfoy!”

“And I,” Castor said also standing, “am a Black. The Blacks have been around for seven centuries. The Malfoys have only been around for four. I have every right to order you around as my blood is superior to yours.”

Draco stared at the little Black in shock. No one his age had ever told him off before. They had all just cowered and obeyed him, not wanting the Malfoy heir to have one of his famous tantrums.

“But, but,” the little Malfoy was grasping at straws. “My mother was a Black!”

“She is now a Malfoy.” Castor said calmly. “Her Black blood is no longer thought of. She is a Malfoy now.”

Draco continued to stare at his cousin. He didn’t know how to respond to that so he did what he always did when he was confused or upset or not getting his way. He opened his mouth wide and screamed loudly. His face turned a splotchy red and tears started rolling from his eyes. He continued to howl even as Castor ran from the room to get his grandfather.

Orion Malfoy entered the nursery and looked at the Malfoy heir with a sneer. He tossed the boy over his shoulder and went downstairs to the Floo. Dumping the screaming, kicking Malfoy on the floor, the man tossed Floo Powder into the fireplace and placed his head in, calling out “Malfoy Manor!”

“Master Black,” Lucius said as said man’s head appeared in the flames. He hurried over to the fireplace and knelt down. “Is something wrong?”

“Yes, something is wrong,” Orion snapped. “Your brat of a son is currently having a tantrum on my parlor floor. I want someone sent to collect him and I want you to thoroughly discipline the brat. He is a disgrace to the Malfoy name, Lucius, and if you want your name to remain respected, then either get another heir or get some manners into this one!”

“Oh, of course, sir,” Lucius said. “I will send the house-elf right away to retrieve him. And don’t worry, sir, he will receive a sound spanking when he comes home. I am very sorry that you had to witness his appalling behavior and I promise that it will never happen again.”

Orion nodded. “Good, it had better not. And you ought to make him study the different purebloods more, Malfoy. The reason he threw this fit, according to my grandson, is because he refused to accept that Castor was of a purer line than his and needed to show Castor respect and obey him.”

Lucius frowned. “Of course, of course, sir, I’ll make him study the lineage book for two hours a day now instead of just one. Again, I apologize for his behavior. You and Castor will be receiving a formal apology from Draco later in the week. I will go inform the house-elf to go get the boy. Thank you for telling me; I will see to it that he is punished and that he learns to respect the pureblood way.”

Orion drew his head out of the fire, satisfied that the Malfoy boy would be dealt with. A house-elf wide huge green eyes and a pillowcase appeared, bowed low to the Head of the Black Family, and disappeared again taking the screaming Malfoy with it.

Draco Malfoy stared at his shoes. Orion and Castor Black were standing in front of him and his father was next to him. “Draco has something to say to you.” Lucius Malfoy informed the Blacks. “Don’t you, Draco?”

“I am very sorry for my behavior at your home the other day. It was very rude of me and I now know better. I also apologize for not respecting my betters. That was also rude of me and I humbly apologize.” Draco recited his apology, his head bowed in submission.

“How were you disciplined?” Orion asked.

“Father spanked me,” Draco explained, blushing slightly at the memory, “ten times with switch.”

“And you learned your lesson from that punishment?”

“Yes, sir, Master Black,” Draco said earnestly. He had learned all right. He had learned that if he was going to embarrass the family name, he wouldn’t be able to sit for a day afterward.

“Then that is good enough for me. I accept your apology, Little Malfoy. Castor, what about you?”

“I accept as well, Draco, though I do not want to be tutored with you this fall. I will find someone else to be tutored with. Now please, leave.”

Draco and his father left the Black house and Castor and his grandfather went back to discussing proper purebloods he could be friends with.

~*~

Eight-year-old Castor cast a summoning charm on his quill with his practice wand and watched as it zoomed towards him. His friend, peer, and classmate, Blaise Zabini, was sitting next to him working on a Potions essay. Their tutor, Arthur Bradley, a home-schooled pure-blood, stood in between them, checking on Blaise’s essay and watching Castor’s spell work at the same time.

“Very good, Castor,” Arthur said. “Your grandfather named you well. You most certainly have a gift for casting. If you keep going at this rate, you’ll be able to take the Charms O.W.L. by the time you’re old enough to start school. You might want to discuss doing that with your grandfather. It will save you from being bored in class. If you pass the O.W.L. then you won’t have to take Charms and be bored.” Castor smiled happily under the praise and continued summoning objects to him.

“Papa,” he spoke up at tea later that day. “Mr. Arthur suggested that I look into taking my Charms O.W.L. early, before I start school. That way I won’t have to spend time doing things I already know.”

“Yes, I have been meaning to speak to you about your schooling, my boy.” Orion said, placing his tea cup on the table. “I was wondering, since you are so far ahead, if maybe you would want to continue home schooling. Or maybe you can go to Hogwarts, but take more advanced classes so you can continue learning where you will leave off with Arthur. Or I could send you to Durmstrang. They have an advanced program and they don’t accept Muggle riffraff. Yes, the more I think about it, Durmstrang seems acceptable. I will write to the Headmaster as soon as we are through with tea. I will inform Arthur to start German lessons immediately. Two years of serious study should give you a good enough grasp of the language.”

“Yes, Papa,” Castor said, turning his attention back to the meal. He knew better than to argue with his grandfather when he had decided something.

~*~

Ten-year-old Castor Orion Nigellus Black followed his grandfather through the crowds of Magischer Markt, the German version of Diagon Alley. They first stopped at the German branch of Gringotts to withdraw money to buy school supplies. With that taken care of they went to a store called Wands by Gregorovitch. “It will be a relief to you to rid yourself of that practice wand,” Orion said as they made their way to the shop, “and find a wand made to fit you.”

They entered the store and Castor looked around. It was a nicely decorated place, with a carpeted floor and a couple of comfortable looking couches as well as a few chairs. It did not look like a store to buy wands in. It looked more like a place where one would go to relax. Orion sat down in one of the chairs and leaned back, making himself comfortable.

A man appeared out of the back room. “Good day,” he said in German. “You are here for a wand, yes?”

“Yes,” Castor answered slowly, making sure his wording and grammar was correct. “I am starting Durmstrang and in need of a fitted wand instead of a practice wand. I apologize if I am wrong in my wording, I only started learning the language two years ago.”

“Your German is fine. Come and let me cast a few spells on you to see what kind of wand would fit you best. Which is your wand arm?”

“I have been trained to use both,” Castor replied, walking over to stand in front of the small man. “But my right hand is dominant.”

Gregorovitch nodded and began casting a series of spells on the young pureblood. The results appeared on a piece of parchment in the man’s hand. Eventually he stopped and walked to the back room, looking at the results. Eventually he returned carrying a wandbox. “The wood is constructed from ash and the core is a dragon’s heartstring. A powerful and temperamental wand, young Master Black.”

Castor took the wand from the box. It fit his hand perfectly and he felt his magic connect with the magic in the wand. He flicked it at the wandbox and muttered a levitation charm. It floated easily into the air. With a smile he released the spell.

“It is perfect. How much do I owe you?”

“Fifty Galleons, young Master.” Castor handed over the money and Orion stood and stepped forward.

“How much is a wand holster?” the man asked with the help of a translation spell.

“Wand holsters range from 5 Galleons to 15 Galleons, Master Black,” Gregorovitch replied. “Are you interested in purchasing one?”

“Yes, one for my grandson. A good, sturdy one, with protective charms on it.”

Gregorovitch went to the back of the shop and soon returned with another box. “A Graphorn hide holster,” he said, opening the box. “It is the best holster I have. It will cost 20 Galleons because the hide is difficult to obtain.” Orion paid the man and helped his grandson put the holster on his right arm and place the wand in it. When they had it on, they left the shop and made their way to the robe shop.

On their way they passed a bookshop and after Orion asked if he wanted to pick up his books before getting his robes, Castor explained, “The letter said that the first week of school will be testing to see which classes we need to be put into. The school provides the books for the students as some of them are rather dark and because you won’t know what books you need until after testing. Durmstrang groups students based on their skill level rather than their age.” They reached the robes shop and Castor was fitted for thick blood-red robes and heavy furs made from the fur of a Yeti.

Orion had bought Castor’s other supplies such as new quills and ink and parchment while he was getting fitted. When his uniform was done, the two Blacks left Magischer Markt and went back to number twelve, Grimmauld Place.

“Tomorrow we will go to Diagon Alley and buy you a wand from Ollivander.” Orion stated as Castor gathered his packages to take to his room.

“A second wand, Papa? Why?”

“I trained you to use your wand with both hands because you need to be prepared. If someone injures or amputates your wand hand, you need to be able to use your other hand. You need a back-up wand incase someone takes your first one. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Castor said softly and made his way upstairs to put his things away.

~*~

Castor and Orion Black entered the old, dusty wand shop. It was definitely not as nice as Gregorovitch’s. The walls were filled with wandboxes and there was one spindly chair in the corner. “Mr. Ollivander!” Orion called out. “My grandson is in need of a wand. Come and find him one.”

“Master Black,” Mr. Ollivander stepped out of the shadows. “Oak, unicorn hair, 10 inches. It is still in good condition?”

“Yes, it is fine. Hurry up and get my grandson a wand."

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Right, I have decided to give up fanfiction. I really don't have a definitive reason other than it feels like the right thing to do. So, I am going to post the fanfc ideas that I will never finish. 

Number One: A young!Hogwarts-age!Severus:

Notes:

Summary: Ten-year-old Severus Bertram Snape and his mother move to Diagon Alley when Eileen Snape hears that Tobias Snape has been released from jail. She gets a job in the Black Widow Bookstore and is allowed to live in the storage room in the back for 2 Galleons a week. She earns 30 Galleons a month, which is really around 20 or 22 after she pays her rent. The owner lives in the flat above the shop. Severus spends his day running around the alley with the urchins and reading spell books from the store.

Background: Tobias Snape leaves when Severus is three after his first display of accidental magic. He returns for a month when Severus is six, spends the time using all the money Eileen made on beer and hitting Eileen when he was drunk. He left when the money ran out and stayed away for another three years, returning for two weeks when Severus is nine, spending all the money and hitting Eileen. Story starts in July of 1966. Severus was ten years old on January 9^th, 1966.

1967-1968 – Snape’s First year, Bellatrix Lestrange’s Fifth (she’s a prefect)

1968-1969 – Snape’s second year

1969-1970 – Snape third year

1970-1971 – Snape’s fourth year

1971-1972 – Snape’s fifth year

1972-1973 – Snape’s sixth year

1973-1974 – Snape seventh year

1974-1979 – Potions apprentice

1979 – Joins Voldemort

1981 – Becomes a double agent, gets Potions position at Hogwarts

Physical Appearance:

Severus is small for his age at four feet, four inches tall. He weighs 67 pounds. His black hair is greasy because he doesn’t get a chance to bathe often and it is to his shoulders because that is how his friends have it. His nose is hooked because it was broken when he was six by his father and not treated properly. His clothes are worn and patched and he only wears shoes in the winter time.

School:

Sorted into Slytherin, best at Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Charms, above average at Herbology and Astronomy, average at History, not so good at Transfiguration. He chooses Latin and Dueling as his electives.

Potions – Professor Horace Slughorn

DADA – Professor Daniel Wilkes, first year, study Dark Curses

Charms – Professor Filius Flitwick

Herbology – Professor Pomona Sprout

Astronomy – Professor Marie Nettles

History – Professor William Binns

Transfiguration – Professor Minerva McGonagall

Latin – Professor Filius Flitwick

Dueling – Professor Filius Flitwick
Outline:

Chapter 1 – July, 1966: Eileen and Severus move to Knockturn Alley. They meet Mrs. Sadie Arachne, the owner of the bookshop, their second day there. Mrs. Arachne offers Eileen a job, which she accepts. Chapter ends with: Eileen has a nightmare about Tobias and Severus comforts her.

Chapter 2 – July, 1966: Severus meets some of the Knockturn Alley urchins, makes some friends (John, Malcolm, Davis, and Weston) and some enemies (Frank, Eustace, Cornelius). He gets into a fight with the enemies and is saved by the friends. Chapter ends with: Severus resolves to learn as many hexes, jinxes, and curses as he can so he’ll never get hurt again or have to let the people he loved get hurt (i.e. his mother).

Chapter 3 – Early August: Severus steals his mother’s wand and sneaks into an alleyway to practice spells at night. One night, after about a week of doing this, he gets careless and is caught by his mother. She is angry and worries that he could have been killed either by a backfired spell or by a resident of Knockturn Alley who wanted to rob him or rape him. She punishes him and makes him promise to never touch her wand again. He does so but only if she promises to buy him a wand for his eleventh birthday, which she does. Chapter ends with: Severus smarting from his punishment and thinking that even though he can’t practice magic, he can still learn it.

Chapter 4 – August-November: Severus discovers an advanced Potions book in the shop. His interest is sparked and he gets a job at the apothecary to earn money to buy a beginning potions book from Flourish and Blotts. The book costs 5 Galleons or 85 Sickles. He is paid 10 Sickles a week. The apothecarist, Mr. Jenkins, also teaches Severus about Potions and how to properly handle and use the ingredients. Mr. Jenkins gives Severus an old Potions book as a gift for his hard work. Chapter ends with: Severus decides he wants to make potions for a living.

Chapter 5 – December: Severus decides to buy his mother a nice set of robes for Christmas. Robes cost 10 Galleons or 170 Sickles. He has 180 Sickles saved. He goes to buy the robes, but they refuse to serve him because of his urchin-like appearance. Feeling dejected, he heads back to Knockturn Alley. On his way back to his home, he is robbed by a grown, drunk wizard. He loses all the money he worked so hard for. When he tells Mr. Jenkins what happened, the man tells him that he will help him make a potion for his mother’s Christmas present and will not charge him for the ingredients used. Severus makes her a Strengthening Solution. Christmas presents he receives: a money-pouch from Mr. Jenkins and a Crup puppy from Eileen. He names the Crup Daisy because the daisy flower is used as a basis for all healing potions. Chapter ends with: Severus and Eileen sitting happily together enjoying each other’s company.

Chapter 6 – January: Severus’ 11^th birthday. Mr. Jenkins gives him a book on Herbology. Eileen takes him to buy his wand. His wand is made of Silver Birch, dragon heartstring core, 10 and ¼ inches. He immediately begins practicing the hexes and curses that he has read about, hiding in a corner near the pub and hexing unsuspecting drunks.

Idea Number 2:

Dumbledore sends Harry a letter one week after he arrives back at Privet Drive. He offers to take Harry to a place where he can train to defeat Voldemort. Harry accepts and he is whisked away to a place simply known as Acropolis.

Trainers

Brutus – physical

Oliver – archery, horse riding, flying, etc

Adonis – Spells, Magical theory, history, etc

Aretha – Healing

Caelan – Tracking, hunting, stealth, etc

Polycarp (Poly) – Meditation

Schedule:

5:00AM-6:00AM Poly

6:00AM-7:00AM free

7:00AM-9:00AM Brutus

9:00AM-11:00AM Adonis

11:00AM-1:00PM free

1:00PM-3:00PM Oliver

3:00PM-5:00PM Caelan

5:00PM-5:30PM free

5:30PM-7:30PM Aretha

7:30PM-9:00PM free

9:00PM-11:00PM Poly

11:00PM-5:00AM free

Other people

Maximus – the groundskeeper, has a dog named Fido

Finny – Head House-elf

Joosie – Head House-elf of Kitchens

Martha – Keeper of Books

Chapter One: The Question

The smallest bedroom of number four, Privet Drive was only in use two months out the year. When it was in use, the room was the typical mess of a teenage boy, which was perfectly natural, seeing as its occupant was a teenage boy. The teenage boy however was far from typical, no matter what his room might say.

The teenage boy that occupied the smallest room of number four, Privet Drive, was none other than fifteen-year-old Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry had been orphaned at the age of one by the dark lord Voldemort. The dark lord had tried to murder Harry as well, but the curse didn’t work due to his mother’s love. Voldemort was severely weakened and disappeared. Thirteen years later he returned again, using an ancient ritual that Harry had been forced to be a part of. Harry had dueled with Voldemort after the wizard had regained his body, and had barely gotten away. Just a few weeks ago, Harry had dueled with the dark wizard again, only winning because Dumbledore had stepped in and dueled with his former student.

Now Harry was once again at his relatives’ house, where he had lived since his parents had been murdered. It had been a week since the Hogwarts Express had arrived at King’s Cross and he was already itching to leave and join his friends at the Burrow. He lay on his bed, staring blankly at the white boring ceiling, his thoughts far away in London at the Department of Mysteries.

Idea Number 3: AU 5th year (mainly I just like how I started the fic. The idea isn't very original.)

Summary: On his fifteenth birthday, as per instructions in his father’s will, Harry James Potter comes into his inheritance. He inherits Potter’s Place, the ancestral home of the Potters, and number seventeen, Leonis Lane in Godric’s Hollow; the house they were staying in when they were attacked. He also inherits G50,000, James’ old dueling robes and a few other articles of clothing, a three-lock trunk that holds potion ingredients, books, and a small dueling room, and their school trunks. Tonks and Lupin go with him to claim the inheritance. The Potter family house-elf was sold by the Ministry of Magic when the last adult Potter died. The owners refuse to sell Harry the original house-elf, but they are willing to sell him the house-elf’s son, who is called Sprout, for G300.

The  summer had been a hot one. It hadn’t rained for almost two months and the residents of Privet Drive were getting frustrated with their brown, dead grass and the ban on hosepipes. All the adults spent their days indoors with the fans running while the teenagers spent their time at the Little Whinging Club pool and the little children ran around the park all day, not caring the least about the heat.

There was one teenager who didn’t spend his time at the pool. For one reason he didn’t have a membership, and two, he didn’t even know how to swim. The boy’s name was Harry Potter and he was considered a hoodlum by the inhabitants of Little Whinging. They disagreed with his ratty, baggy clothes, his untamable hair, and his scarred forehead. However, it was the scar on his forehead that made him very special in his world. Harry Potter was a wizard; and not just any wizard, but a famous one. When he was only a year old, his home was attacked by the Dark Lord Voldemort.

Voldemort had killed his parents and then had tried to kill him, but couldn’t. Voldemort’s spirit had been torn from his body and he had wandered in the wilderness for thirteen years, inhabiting the bodies of snakes and other animals until one of his servants came to help him. He regained his body only one month previous using an old, forbidden ritual that had been created by a necromancer during the Dark Ages. Bone of the father. Blood of the enemy. Flesh of the servant. Voldemort was mortal once again and determined to finish what he had started.

Harry Potter spent his days wandering around Little Whinging ignoring the dirty looks and mutterings of the Muggles who thought badly of him. He wandered around, digging through trashcans for pages of old newspapers and listening to the rumors spread by people at the local pub.

Idea Number 4: AU Snape growing up

Summary: Eileen Prince had an affair with a lesser pureblood, Gregory Hayes. She becomes pregnant. When the boy is born, her family takes her son from her and casts her out of the family. Her son is named Thaddeus Prince. Thaddeus grows up hearing about his mother, a witch gone wrong, and how good his Uncle Harper is to raise his sister’s mistake. On his seventeenth birthday he goes to visit his mother. He finds her living in a squalid home with a Muggle husband. He also sees their son, Severus Snape, his half-brother, six-years-old, and his heart goes out to the boy. He takes him away from his filthy, abusive lifestyle and raises him to be a proper pureblood.

Idea Number 5: Harry is sent back to the founders' time, but instead of being raised by one of the founders, he is taken in by the Bloody Baron, who I named Baron William Morrow. I also made him the Potions Master, but you don't have to.

 

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• In Ventura County, California, cats and dogs are not allowed to have sex without a permit.
• It is illegal to eat an orange in your bath tub 
• No vehicle without a driver may exceed 60 miles per hour. 
• You can be fined $500 if you bother a butterfly in Pacific Grove, Ca.
• A pickle is not officially a pickle unless it bounces
• New Britain: It is illegal for fire trucks to exceed 25mph, even when going to a fire.
• You may not educate dogs.
• In Delaware it is illegal to get married on a dare.
• In Delaware you may not sell dead people for money without a license.
• It is unlawful for small boys to throw stones, at any time, at any place in the District of Columbia. 
• If an elephant is left tied to a parking meter, the parking fee has to be paid just as it would for a vehicle. 
• In Florida it is illegal to fish while driving across a bridge.
• In Miami, it is forbidden to imitate an animal.
• In Saratoga, Florida it is illegal to sing while wearing a bathing suit.
• It is considered an offense to shower naked. 
• Pensacola: Citizens may not be caught downtown without at least 10 dollars on their person; It is illegal to roll a barrel on any street, fines go up according to the contents of the barrel; A women can be fined (only after death), for being electrocuted in a bath-tub because of using self-beautification utensils. (I live in Pensacola)
• Tampa Bay: It is illegal to eat cottage cheese on Sunday after 6:00 P.M.
• Under a 1959 ordinance, stubborn children were considered vagrants in Jupiter Inlet Colony, Fla.
• When having sex, only the missionary position is legal.
• Women can be fined for falling asleep under a hair dryer. The salon owner can also be fined for this horrible crime.
• You are not allowed to break more than three dishes per day, or chip the edges of more than four cups and/or saucers.
• You may not fart in a public place after 6 P.M. on Thursdays.
• You may not kiss your wife's breasts. 
• Against the law to tie a giraffe to a telephone pole or street lamp. 
• Donkeys may not be kept in bathtubs. 
• In Quitman, It is illegal for a chicken to cross the road.
• It is illegal to change the clothes on a storefront mannequin unless the shades are down.
• It is illegal to say "Oh, Boy" in Jonesboro.
• In Quitman, It is illegal for a chicken to cross the road.
• It is illegal to change the clothes on a storefront mannequin unless the shades are down.
• It is illegal to take a bath of orange peel.
• It is illegal to use profanity in front of a dead body which lies in a funeral home or in a coroners office.
• Boise: Residents may not fish from a giraffe's back.
• If a police officer approaches a vehicle and suspects that the occupants are engaging in sex, he must either honk, or flash his lights and wait for three minutes before approaching the car.
• You may not fish on a camel's back. 
• "Dwarf-tossing," the strange practice of hurling dwarfs in padded suits, is outlawed in the bars of Springfield, Ill., because it's dangerous and exploitative. The practice is apparently allowed elsewhere in town, with a special permit.
• A state law in Illinois mandates that all bachelors should be called master, not mister, when addressed by their female counterparts.
• According to state law, it is illegal to speak English. The officially recognized language is "American".
• Champaign: One may not pee in his neighbor's mouth. 
• Eureka: A man with a moustache may not kiss a woman.
• Evanston: Bowling is forbidden; It is illegal to go trick-or-treating on Halloween; It is unlawful to change clothes in an automobile with the curtains drawn, except in case of fire.
• In Illinois, it is illegal for anyone to give lighted cigars to dogs, cats, and other domesticated animal kept as pets.
• In Chicago it is also illegal to take a French poodle to the opera, and for women over 200 pounds (90 kilos) to ride horses in shorts.
• In Chicago, Illinois, it is illegal to fish in pajamas. 
• In Oblong, Illinois, it's punishable by law to make love while hunting or fishing on your wedding day.
• A man over the age of 18 may be arrested for statutory rape if the passenger in his car is not wearing her socks and shoes, and is under the age of 17. 
• Bathing is prohibited during the winter.
• Baths may not be taken between the months of October and March.
• Check forgery can be punished with public flogging up to 100 stripes.
• Citizens are not allowed to attend a cinema or theatre nor ride in a public streetcar within at least four hours after eating garlic. 
• It is illegal for a liquor store to sell cold soft drinks.
• It is illegal for a man to be sexually aroused in public.
• It is illegal for barbers to threaten to cut off kid's ears.
• Liquor stores may not sell milk. 

In Kanas:

• It is illegal to hunt whales.
• No one may catch fish with his bare hands in Kansas.
• Rabbits may not be shot from motorboats.

• By law, anyone who has been drinking is "sober" until he or she "cannot hold onto the ground". 
• In Kentucky every citizen of is required to take a shower once a year.
• In Kentucky you need a license to walk around nude on your property.
• In Lexington, Kentucky, it's illegal to carry an ice cream cone in your pocket.
• It is illegal in Kentucky to marry the same man more than 3 times.
• It is illegal to fish with a bow and arrow in Kentucky. 
• You may not tie an alligator to a fire hydrant.
• In Waterville, Maine, it is illegal to blow one's nose in public.
• It's unlawful to tickle a woman's chin with a feather duster in Portland.
• Shoelaces must be tied while walking down the street.
• Shotguns are required to be taken to church in the event of a Native American attack.
• You may not step out of a plane in flight.
• A woman can not be on top in sexual activities.
• Affiliation with the Communist party is illegal.
• Alcoholic drink specials are illegal.
• All men must carry a rifle to church on Sunday.
• An old ordinance declares goatees illegal unless you first pay a special license fee for the privilege of wearing one in public.
• At a wake, mourners may eat no more than three sandwiches. 
• It is illegal to frighten a pigeon.
• It is illegal to go to bed without first having a full bath.
• It is illegal to put tomatoes in clam chowder.
• It is illegal to reproach Jesus Christ or the holy ghost.
• It is illegal to take more than 2 baths a month within Boston confines.
• It is unlawful to injure a football goal post, doing so is punishable by a $200 fine 
• It's illegal to keep a mule on the second floor of a building not in a city unless there are 2 exits.
• It's illegal to sell fewer than 24 ducklings at a time before May 1, or to sell rabbits, chicks, or ducklings that have been painted a different color.
• It's illegal to take a lion to the movies. 
• Newton: All families must be given a hog from the town's mayor.
• No gorilla is allowed in the back seat of any car. 
• Quakers and witches are banned. 
• Taxi drivers are prohibited from making love in the front seat of their taxi during their shifts.
• You may not, at any time take a crap on your neighbour.
• A Michigan law states that a wife's hair legally belongs to her husband.
• A woman isn't allowed to cut her own hair without her husband's permission.
• Any person over the age of 12 may have a license for a handgun as long as he/she has not been convicted of a felony.
• In Clawson, Mich., there is a law that makes it LEGAL for a farmer to sleep with his pigs, cows, horses, goats, and chickens. 
• In Detroit, Michigan it is illegal to sleep in a bathtub.
• In Rochester, Michigan, anyone bathing in public must have his or her bathing suit inspected by a police officer.
• It is legal for a robber to file a law suit, if he or she got hurt in your house.
• It is illegal to loiter in the city morgue in Detroit. 
• A Blue Earth, Minnesota, law declares that no child under the age of twelve may talk over the telephone unless monitored by a parent.
• A Minnesota tax form is quite thorough. Some would say too thorough. It even asks for your date of death.
• A person may not cross state lines with a duck atop his head.
• All bathtubs must have feet.
• It is illegal to sleep naked.
• Virginia: You're not allowed to park your elephant on Main Street.
• You may not swear in front of women and children in the state of Michigan.
Kalamazoo: It is against the law to serenade your girlfriend. 
• It is a felony for a wife to open her husband's mail.
• It is illegal to have a sheep in the cab of your truck without a chaperone. 

I'm getting bored and this is getting long so I'll stop now.

Current Mood:

bored

-Emily

Current Location:	couch, living room, house, Pace, FL, USA, Earth, Galaxy, etc
Current Mood:	tired
Current Music:	some song we sing in Spanish class called Con Poder

hallwaydancer

lilypeters

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want (though I reserve the right to answer evasively and refuse to answer). Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this, and allow your friends (including me) to ask you anything. 

So, ask away.

-Emily

Current Location:	bed, bedroom, house, Pace, FL, USA, Earth, Solar System, etc
Current Mood:	happy
Current Music:	none

100originalfics

I'll be writing in my original universe that I thought up last Easter. It's about a boy named Lucas. It's kinda hard to explain. Hopefully these prompts will help me figure out the universe.

-Emily

Current Location:	couch
Current Mood:	calm
Current Music:	none

-Emily

hallwaydancer

 I stole this one off Fiction Alley.

These I stole off Jenny:

 (she made this one)

 (She made this one too)

Aren't they fun?

-Emily

Current Location:	couch livingroom etc
Current Mood:	(on sugar)
Current Music:	none

Beyond Summer Gate:

http://www.thomaskinkade.com/magi/servlet/com.asucon.ebiz.catalog.web.tk.CatalogServlet?catalogAction=Product&productId=201846&menuNdx=0.5

Gardens Beyond Spring Gate:

http://www.thomaskinkade.com/magi/servlet/com.asucon.ebiz.catalog.web.tk.CatalogServlet?catalogAction=Product&productId=1272&menuNdx=0.5

One we didn't buy, but I liked it:

http://www.thomaskinkade.com/magi/servlet/com.asucon.ebiz.catalog.web.tk.CatalogServlet?catalogAction=Product&productId=233&menuNdx=0.5

One that reminds me of Rivendell:

http://www.thomaskinkade.com/magi/servlet/com.asucon.ebiz.catalog.web.tk.CatalogServlet?catalogAction=Product&productId=1546&menuNdx=0.6

A link to his gallery, 'cause you just have to check out his stuff for yourself:

http://www.thomaskinkade.com/magi/servlet/com.asucon.ebiz.catalog.web.tk.CatalogServlet

-Emily

Current Mood:	happy
Current Music:	inside me head: I Write Sins Not Tragedies

hallwaydancer

Aren't they good? Feel free to take anyone you want.

-Emily

Current Location:	couch, living room, (too lazy to type the whole thing out)
Current Mood:	giddy
Current Music:	stupid spanish songs stuck in my head