Posts Tagged ‘story’

HP Fan Fiction: A Warm Touch of Magic


01 Dec

snape_snowA Warm Touch of Magic is a fan fiction story that I just stumbled across and spent the entire day reading. The story revolves around Severus Snape having been de-aged to the age of three years as he sabotaged the efforts of Death Eaters to break the wards that surrounded Harry’s aunt and uncle’s house. The Death Eaters are determined to kill the child Snape, but he runs and runs right into Harry. From there, the two become a family over 43 chapters.

There is a slash romance between Harry and Ron, but it is not graphic (thank goodness) and the growing relationship does not detract from the Harry/Severus arc, but adds to it nicely.

An excerpt below, between Ron and young Severus:

“Can you see it?” the impatient tug on his hand brought him back to his location, “Can you see it?”

They were stopped in front of a sprawling tree, and Ron immediately spotted the large deck, with its Pirate flag and little shelter.

“That is the most wicked tree house I’ve ever seen,” he said honestly and Severus laughed, letting go of his hand and running forward.

“Come on!” the boy cried and Ron ran after him, climbing up the ladder nimbly and letting Severus show him the telescope and hammock, all the time feeling the charms and wards that Harry had laid on the structure, the warm tingle of his friend’s Magic making itself known quietly. Ron could always recognise Harry’s spells, just as his friend knew his.

This is definitely a very lovely story that everyone would love.

Once Upon A Time


21 Oct

“Once upon a time…”

“BORring!”

“You asked for a scary story. As I am the storyteller, I can start the story however I wish.”

sweet“I want vampires.”

“What if I don’t want to tell a story about vampires?”

“It doesn’t have to be about vampires. I just want’em in the story. ‘kay?”

“Watch that tone or I’ll clobber you.”

“You’re always threatening to clobber me and you never come through, so it’s kind of a useless… OW!!! You hit me!!!

“I felt it was time to follow through. Now. Once upon a time…”

“I’ve got a headache now.”

“Well you goaded me into hitting you, so now you have to suffer the consequences. Once…”

“That’s not fair!”

“Shall I clobber you again?!”

“No.”

“Maybe I should eviscerate you…”

“What?”

“Slice you and dice you up into neat little manageable pieces.”

“Oh yeah. Like mum’s gonna be real happy when she sees that.”

“If I do it to the right size, mum can stew you up for the weekend.”

“You’re getting a bit… cannibalistic, aren’t you?”

“Are you saying you’re prejudiced against cannibals?! Hm???”

“I didn’t say that at…. OW!!! Why’d you hit me that time?”

“It’s a stupid argument so I thought I’d nip it in the bud before it diverged into the twilight zone like most of our arguments go.”

” . . . ”

“Good. Once upon a time there was…”

“A vampire?”

“Not yet!”

“So there will be vampires.”

“I don’t know!”

“You ought to. You’re the story… OW!!! OW!!! HEY!!! OW!!! You’re denting my skull!”

“Don’t exaggerate. It’s not dented. Dents go in, you’ve got bumps.”

“Mum’s gonna ground you.”

“Are you sure it’s not grind, instead of ground? I think I’d grind up nicely. Not much gristle.”

“You’re creepy. Just… get on with the story, will you?”

“Fine. Once upon a time there was a boy with bumps on his head that lived in a forest of black beasts.”

“Where are the vampires? I don’t want beasts. I want… OWWWWWWWW!!!!! You rotten…!!!”

“OW!!! You can’t hit me! I’m the storyteller!”

“Well tell the damn story but not with slimy black beasts. Gimme some vamp…. eeek! You bit me!”

“You wanted a vampire.”

“You’re not a vampire!”

“How do you know I’m not? Maybe I was turned last night and you just don’t know it.”

“You were playing outside in the sun today.”

“I’ve got SPF 90 sunscreen.”

“Do not!”

“I do…. …. …. …. See? What’s that say?”

“SPF 90.”

“Hah!”

“Don’t bite me again.”

“I won’t. You don’t taste all that good. I think you need some spices. Maybe cayenne pepper.”

“How come you keep trying to cook me or eat me?”

“I’m hungry.”

“Well, go eat a peanut butter sandwich or something.”

“Peanut butter gums up my fangs.”

“You don’t have fa… when did you get fangs?! Does mum know?”

“She should. I bit her this morning.”

“YOU LIAR!!”

“I’m not lying! I bit mum this morning cuz I was feeling a bit peckish after being turned last night!”

“Mum wouldn’t let you do that!”

“After I explained it all, mum was all fine about it. She did tell me that Aunt Lucy has sweeter blood.”

“Is that why we’re going to Aunt Lucy and Uncle Jonathan’s house today?”

“Probably.”

” . . . ”

“Once upon a time there was a bumpy headed boy whose neck was bleeding. His blood was drawing all the black beasts of the forest to him and he…”

“Was really annoyed. I don’t want a story now.”

“Well! Isn’t that just nice? You wasted all my time when I could have been revising.”

“Revising for what? You don’t have exams for weeks and weeks.”

“I took a summer course.”

“In what?”

“Knife handling. I’m learning how to slice and dice flesh.”

“Whhhyyyy?”

“I already told you; with some cayenne pepper, you’d make for a ncie stew and I’m hungry.”

“MUM!!!”

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