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batsutousaiTitle: To Be A Woman
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batsutousai
Beta:magickmaker17
Pairings: Hermione/Ginevra and Tom/Draco/Harry
Warnings: AU, Transsexualism, Slash, Fem-slash, Child Abuse(mild), Cross-dressing, rape scene
Summary: Harry's known his whole life that he is different from his male cousin, but his relatives, who take care of him, did everything to hide it. When given a chance to live as he wishes, what will Harry do?
Disclaim Her: Don't wrap wounds with scarves unless you have no other choice. It's unsanitary and unadvisable.
Feedback: Lovely, as long as you’ve read the author’s notes and don’t ask stupid questions. *glares at readers pointedly*
Chapter Eleven: Iona Gates
Gin and Hermione dragged Harry out to Hogsmeade to pick up some cat things on the day following Harry's receiving Godrica, his new kitten. Although the professors had gotten a litter box, some food dishes, and some food for the kitten, they'd not gotten any toys or treats or even enough food for more than a week or so. Harry was quickly learning that having a cat was going to be a lot more work than he'd once assumed. He almost wished for a dog, but then he recalled Ripper, Vernon's sister Marge's, pit-bull who always tormented Harry. A cat was definitely the lesser of two evils.
On their way towards Glamourie's Cosmetics - Gin and Hermione had decided Harry needed some make-up of his own - the three friends heard a muffled scream from an alleyway.
Harry, who hadn't been carrying anything, immediately slipped into the alley with narrowed eyes. Hermione and Gin traded looks before Hermione put her two bags down and followed Harry into the darkness.
The two Gryffindors came upon a scene they wished they'd never seen. Three boys stood over a small girl. The girl's sweatpants were down around her knees and one of the boys was undoing his own pants while the other two held the girl down. Hermione covered her mouth, feeling like she was going to throw up. Harry's eyes widened in horror, then narrowed in anger. He motioned to Hermione. They needed to stop this before the girl got raped.
Hermione nodded and fought back a wave of bile, then knelt down to grab a metal rod that she'd been half standing on. Harry grabbed a trashcan lid off the ground next to him. Then, as one, the two jumped towards the three boys. Harry went for the boy who was fighting with his belt buckle while Hermione swung her weapon at the heads of the other two.
When Hermione's attackers went down, she helped the girl to her feet and steadied her as she re-dressed. "Har?"
There was a 'slam', then a 'clang', and then a 'thud'.
"Harry?" Hermione tried a bit louder.
It wasn't Harry who answered her, though. "So ya name's Harry, eh squirt? Kinda cute. Pity ya won't be livin' much longa, little bah."
"That's what you think," Harry growled.
Hermione could have sworn she’d seen Harry's eyes glow an eerie green for a brief second before there was a loud 'SLAM' and then a 'thud'.
Everything was quiet for a long moment. Then, " 'Mione? You two okay?"
Hermione let out the breath she hadn't been aware she was holding. "Yeah. You?"
"Bugger got my arm, but otherwise I'm fine. Let's go assure Gin that we aren't dead."
Hermione nodded, then realized that Harry might not be able to see her. "Okay."
The three walked towards the exit of the alley, Hermione supporting almost all of the weight of the shaking girl who they'd saved.
"You're bleeding!" Gin cried when she caught sight of Harry.
Harry scowled and hid his arm behind his back. "It's not that bad, you horror," he informed his friend, then turned to Hermione and the girl they'd helped. "You okay?"
Unusual purple eyes looked up at Harry from behind long purple bangs. "Y-yeah..."
Harry nodded, relieved. "Good."
Gin chose that moment to pounce on Harry's arm with her scarf. "Let me see it, you idiot!"
Harry twisted away from his friend. "It's fine! I swear!"
"Har, your idea of 'fine' and the rest of the world's idea of 'fine' are rarely the same thing," Hermione muttered tiredly. "Let Gin wrap your arm up for now and then you're going to Madame Pomfrey as soon as we get back."
Harry let out a grunt, but held his arm out for Gin. "See?"
"Fine my arse," Gin growled, wrapping her scarf around the wound tightly. "That's got to be at least an inch deep!"
"Only half an inch," Harry corrected without missing a beat.
"It worries me that you can tell the difference at a glance," Hermione grumbled, then turned to the purple-haired girl they'd helped out. "Forgive my poor manners. I'm Hermione Granger. The red-head is Gin Weasley and the one who nearly lost her arm is Harry Potter."
"I did not!" Harry shouted.
The girl covered a smile with her hand. "Iona Gates. Thank you for helping me out."
"Anything for a fellow damsel in distress," Harry offered brightly. "OW! Not so tight, Gin!"
Gin smirked. "Oops."
Iona giggled. "You two are silly."
"Oiy! I resent that remark!"
"Don't you mean 'resemble'?"
Harry gave Gin a dirty look. "Shove it, you."
Hermione rolled her eyes and looked back towards Iona. "Do you live here in Hogsmeade or are you a Hogwarts student?"
"I'm in Hufflepuff," Iona informed the brunette. "And you three must be Gryffindors, to behave so recklessly."
"Hit the nail on the head," Hermione assured the other. "I can walk you back to Hogwarts or you can come with us. Whichever you'd prefer."
Iona glanced over at where Harry and Gin had come to a truce and were collecting their bags. "I'll come with, if that's okay?"
"Of course it is." Harry smiled over at the purple-haired girl. "We're just going to Glamourie's, then The Three Broomsticks."
"Why Glamourie's?" Iona inquired as the four started heading towards the shop, Hermione still supporting their new friend.
"I was home-schooled before Hogwarts," Harry explained. "Gin and 'Mione decided it was time that I got some actual make-up, instead of always borrowing theirs."
"Understandable," Iona assured the green-eyed Gryffindor.
-~/\~-
Harry bought his three friends hot chocolate, ignoring all offers to help pay or just to get their own. He'd spent so many years mooching off Hermione and Gin that he believed it was time to pay them back. And he couldn't imagine making Iona pay for her own drink after the scene in the alley.
Seated around a small table in the back corner next to the bathrooms, the three traded stories about their lives. Harry spoke very little - he'd never been open about his childhood, not even with Hermione and Gin or Tom and Draco. He did add a few things, mostly memories from the past few months at Hogwarts.
Iona was a brilliant storyteller. She spun stories of her childhood like a spider spins its web. She spoke of her father's child-like mind and ever-playful attitude. She told them with a touch of anger and sadness of her mother's insistence that she always wear purple, to match her oddly natural hair and eyes. She told of the friends of her parents and the teachers who had stared at her hungrily from the day of their first meeting. She told of the only sleepover she'd ever gone to and how her friend's brother had been staring at her so that she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep.
Iona's life was one where she constantly fled from real or imagined horrors. She'd lived like an animal - hunted for her rarity. She'd been plagued by those horrors until she stopped running when chased and allowed herself to be captured. Always she'd be found at the last moment - saved by some unknown stranger who would just as quickly leave again when they learned the reasons for the assaults on her. Always she'd be saved by one who only cared enough to feel good about themselves for a brief breath of time - a second in an ever-spinning world.
Horrified by tales of a cruel world, Hermione and Gin both desperately assured Iona that they would remain her friends for all time. They would protect her while they were able and find a way to help her out when they couldn't.
"For how long can you keep that promise? A week? A month?" Iona replied.
"I will be your friend until the day I die," Harry said with such sincerity that Iona fell silent. "And though that won't be long in coming, I promise that it will be so."
"Har, what do you mean, 'it won't be long in coming'?" Hermione whispered, tear-filled eyes turned on her life-time friend.
Harry sighed and flicked a speck of dust off the table. "Look, if I tell you my damned secret, will you finally leave me alone?" Harry replied, looking tired.
"Secret?" Iona inquired, confused.
Hermione nodded. "Harry's parents were killed by You-Know-Who. Harry has refused to tell us why."
"We promise," Gin offered.
Harry leaned forward over the table. "Voldemort heard a rumour that Mum and Dad held a book of ancient magic that included a spell that could make all beings bow at one's feet. To get it, he attacked my home and killed my parents. He tried to kill me, but something - I'm still not sure what - stopped him in his tracks and he had to turn back. He disappeared years ago, I'm sure you know. However, few knew the real reason."
"Something tells me we're about to find out," Hermione whispered.
Harry shot his friend a silencing look. "He was undercover as a student at St Anthogals. The Order had him under watch, but he never tried anything. They believe he was looking for more information on my family. He graduated last year, then mysteriously reappeared this past summer."
"Why do you know all of this?" Iona asked, eyes wide.
Harry looked over at her dully. "Dumbledore had to make sure Aunt Petunia knew so she could protect me, and she made sure I knew so I would keep my wits about me. You see, the person on the top of Voldemort's hit list, is me."
Hermione turned pale as a ghost and Iona looked like she might be ill. Only Gin looked able to keep her wits about her after the revelation. "Why? Because you might have the book?"
"Partially," Harry agreed seriously. "But also because he didn't kill me the first time."
"Oh, Harry," Hermione sobbed, leaning over and hugging her friend tightly. "Why can't life ever be easy for you?"
Harry hugged his best friend back and closed his eyes. "I don't know, 'Mione. I really don't know."
-~/\~-
Madame Pomfrey had not been happy to see Harry again, but after hearing what happened, let him go with a gentle reminder to be more careful.
"She acts like she knows you," Iona commented. "I thought this was your first year. Or is she a member?"
Harry shrugged. "Not as far as I know. I just hurt myself a lot and so I'm always in there." He grinned. "I even have my own, private room in the back!"
"Har, that's not funny!" Hermione said angrily.
Harry sighed. "Sorry, 'Mione."
Iona smiled faintly and winked at Harry. "Maybe we'll be Infirmary mates one of these days."
"Iona!" Hermione turned on their new friend. "That's not something you joke about!"
" 'Mione, lay off them," Gin sighed. "Better they joke about being hurt than be solemn over what may or may not come."
"Listen to Gin," Harry agreed seriously.
"Argh!" Hermione stormed into the Great Hall ahead of them.
"Sorry about her," Gin sighed.
"Don’t be," Iona suggested. "We all have one friend like that and we learn to put up with them or face being stuck with someone worse."
"Well said." Harry nodded.
The three stepped over to where Harry and Gin normally sat with all their friends. Tom immediately jumped up. "What did you do to yourself?" she hissed, eyeing Harry's arm.
"If you sit down, I'll explain," Harry promised.
Once everyone was seated again and the food had been served, Harry related the day's events to his friends, excluding the part where he explained Voldemort's problems - that would get passed on to the Slytherins by Hermione or Gin later that night in a far more secure manner than at the dinner table.
Assured that Harry would live and that the newest addition to their little group wouldn't run away if Draco and Tom started acting in their usual way, the group calmed down and Draco and Tom went at one another's throats for whatever excuse came to mind first.
Harry rolled his eyes at their antics. "Why must you two always act like such three-year-olds?"
"You know it only repels her, right?" Pansy threw in without batting an eyelash.
Tom and Draco stared at the girl for a long moment, then turned to Harry. "Does our fighting turn you off?" Tom asked bluntly.
Harry blushed and hid his face in his hands. "Why are you such an arse?"
"Why are you such an arse?"
"I'll allow Harry to insult me, but you have no such rights, Parkinson." Tom armed her spoon with some peas. "Apologize or be bombarded!"
Hermione took the spoon from Tom while Pansy snatched Draco's before he could grab it. "Act your age," Gin ordered tiredly.
"If they start throwing food, it should give them detention," Luna pointed out airily from where she was studying her mashed potatoes.
"Good point." Pansy shoved Draco's spoon into his hand. "Have at it."
Draco put his spoon down. "I never throw food. I'm too high-class."
"You mean you're a rich snob."
Hermione slammed her head down on the table. "Would you two please shut up? Please?"
"We could gag them," Iona suggested softly.
Harry laughed and handed his napkin over to the suddenly happy Hermione. "Have fun."
"We surrender! We surrender!!" Tom and Draco both waved their napkins about in the air above their heads.
Everyone else at the table laughed.
-~/\~-
-~\/~-
A/N: I suppose you could call this a bridge chapter, or something. Iona's the last of my random main characters. Only three more characters will be introduced after this and all of them will only be there for the ball.
Also, this story probably won't last much longer. Five more chapters max, I think. Hang in there with me.
Read, review, and visit this fic's site for any basic questions.
~Bats
Chapters:
First 5 chapters on website.
6 - Intruding Nightmares ||| 7 - Luna Lovegood ||| 8 - The Great Potter Mystery
9 - The Scrapbook's Curse ||| 10 - What it Means to Be Wanted |||11 - Iona Gates
12 - Dresses & Partners
Discontinued
Author:
batsutousaiBeta:
magickmaker17Pairings: Hermione/Ginevra and Tom/Draco/Harry
Warnings: AU, Transsexualism, Slash, Fem-slash, Child Abuse(mild), Cross-dressing, rape scene
Summary: Harry's known his whole life that he is different from his male cousin, but his relatives, who take care of him, did everything to hide it. When given a chance to live as he wishes, what will Harry do?
Disclaim Her: Don't wrap wounds with scarves unless you have no other choice. It's unsanitary and unadvisable.
Feedback: Lovely, as long as you’ve read the author’s notes and don’t ask stupid questions. *glares at readers pointedly*
Gin and Hermione dragged Harry out to Hogsmeade to pick up some cat things on the day following Harry's receiving Godrica, his new kitten. Although the professors had gotten a litter box, some food dishes, and some food for the kitten, they'd not gotten any toys or treats or even enough food for more than a week or so. Harry was quickly learning that having a cat was going to be a lot more work than he'd once assumed. He almost wished for a dog, but then he recalled Ripper, Vernon's sister Marge's, pit-bull who always tormented Harry. A cat was definitely the lesser of two evils.
On their way towards Glamourie's Cosmetics - Gin and Hermione had decided Harry needed some make-up of his own - the three friends heard a muffled scream from an alleyway.
Harry, who hadn't been carrying anything, immediately slipped into the alley with narrowed eyes. Hermione and Gin traded looks before Hermione put her two bags down and followed Harry into the darkness.
The two Gryffindors came upon a scene they wished they'd never seen. Three boys stood over a small girl. The girl's sweatpants were down around her knees and one of the boys was undoing his own pants while the other two held the girl down. Hermione covered her mouth, feeling like she was going to throw up. Harry's eyes widened in horror, then narrowed in anger. He motioned to Hermione. They needed to stop this before the girl got raped.
Hermione nodded and fought back a wave of bile, then knelt down to grab a metal rod that she'd been half standing on. Harry grabbed a trashcan lid off the ground next to him. Then, as one, the two jumped towards the three boys. Harry went for the boy who was fighting with his belt buckle while Hermione swung her weapon at the heads of the other two.
When Hermione's attackers went down, she helped the girl to her feet and steadied her as she re-dressed. "Har?"
There was a 'slam', then a 'clang', and then a 'thud'.
"Harry?" Hermione tried a bit louder.
It wasn't Harry who answered her, though. "So ya name's Harry, eh squirt? Kinda cute. Pity ya won't be livin' much longa, little bah."
"That's what you think," Harry growled.
Hermione could have sworn she’d seen Harry's eyes glow an eerie green for a brief second before there was a loud 'SLAM' and then a 'thud'.
Everything was quiet for a long moment. Then, " 'Mione? You two okay?"
Hermione let out the breath she hadn't been aware she was holding. "Yeah. You?"
"Bugger got my arm, but otherwise I'm fine. Let's go assure Gin that we aren't dead."
Hermione nodded, then realized that Harry might not be able to see her. "Okay."
The three walked towards the exit of the alley, Hermione supporting almost all of the weight of the shaking girl who they'd saved.
"You're bleeding!" Gin cried when she caught sight of Harry.
Harry scowled and hid his arm behind his back. "It's not that bad, you horror," he informed his friend, then turned to Hermione and the girl they'd helped. "You okay?"
Unusual purple eyes looked up at Harry from behind long purple bangs. "Y-yeah..."
Harry nodded, relieved. "Good."
Gin chose that moment to pounce on Harry's arm with her scarf. "Let me see it, you idiot!"
Harry twisted away from his friend. "It's fine! I swear!"
"Har, your idea of 'fine' and the rest of the world's idea of 'fine' are rarely the same thing," Hermione muttered tiredly. "Let Gin wrap your arm up for now and then you're going to Madame Pomfrey as soon as we get back."
Harry let out a grunt, but held his arm out for Gin. "See?"
"Fine my arse," Gin growled, wrapping her scarf around the wound tightly. "That's got to be at least an inch deep!"
"Only half an inch," Harry corrected without missing a beat.
"It worries me that you can tell the difference at a glance," Hermione grumbled, then turned to the purple-haired girl they'd helped out. "Forgive my poor manners. I'm Hermione Granger. The red-head is Gin Weasley and the one who nearly lost her arm is Harry Potter."
"I did not!" Harry shouted.
The girl covered a smile with her hand. "Iona Gates. Thank you for helping me out."
"Anything for a fellow damsel in distress," Harry offered brightly. "OW! Not so tight, Gin!"
Gin smirked. "Oops."
Iona giggled. "You two are silly."
"Oiy! I resent that remark!"
"Don't you mean 'resemble'?"
Harry gave Gin a dirty look. "Shove it, you."
Hermione rolled her eyes and looked back towards Iona. "Do you live here in Hogsmeade or are you a Hogwarts student?"
"I'm in Hufflepuff," Iona informed the brunette. "And you three must be Gryffindors, to behave so recklessly."
"Hit the nail on the head," Hermione assured the other. "I can walk you back to Hogwarts or you can come with us. Whichever you'd prefer."
Iona glanced over at where Harry and Gin had come to a truce and were collecting their bags. "I'll come with, if that's okay?"
"Of course it is." Harry smiled over at the purple-haired girl. "We're just going to Glamourie's, then The Three Broomsticks."
"Why Glamourie's?" Iona inquired as the four started heading towards the shop, Hermione still supporting their new friend.
"I was home-schooled before Hogwarts," Harry explained. "Gin and 'Mione decided it was time that I got some actual make-up, instead of always borrowing theirs."
"Understandable," Iona assured the green-eyed Gryffindor.
Harry bought his three friends hot chocolate, ignoring all offers to help pay or just to get their own. He'd spent so many years mooching off Hermione and Gin that he believed it was time to pay them back. And he couldn't imagine making Iona pay for her own drink after the scene in the alley.
Seated around a small table in the back corner next to the bathrooms, the three traded stories about their lives. Harry spoke very little - he'd never been open about his childhood, not even with Hermione and Gin or Tom and Draco. He did add a few things, mostly memories from the past few months at Hogwarts.
Iona was a brilliant storyteller. She spun stories of her childhood like a spider spins its web. She spoke of her father's child-like mind and ever-playful attitude. She told them with a touch of anger and sadness of her mother's insistence that she always wear purple, to match her oddly natural hair and eyes. She told of the friends of her parents and the teachers who had stared at her hungrily from the day of their first meeting. She told of the only sleepover she'd ever gone to and how her friend's brother had been staring at her so that she hadn't gotten a wink of sleep.
Iona's life was one where she constantly fled from real or imagined horrors. She'd lived like an animal - hunted for her rarity. She'd been plagued by those horrors until she stopped running when chased and allowed herself to be captured. Always she'd be found at the last moment - saved by some unknown stranger who would just as quickly leave again when they learned the reasons for the assaults on her. Always she'd be saved by one who only cared enough to feel good about themselves for a brief breath of time - a second in an ever-spinning world.
Horrified by tales of a cruel world, Hermione and Gin both desperately assured Iona that they would remain her friends for all time. They would protect her while they were able and find a way to help her out when they couldn't.
"For how long can you keep that promise? A week? A month?" Iona replied.
"I will be your friend until the day I die," Harry said with such sincerity that Iona fell silent. "And though that won't be long in coming, I promise that it will be so."
"Har, what do you mean, 'it won't be long in coming'?" Hermione whispered, tear-filled eyes turned on her life-time friend.
Harry sighed and flicked a speck of dust off the table. "Look, if I tell you my damned secret, will you finally leave me alone?" Harry replied, looking tired.
"Secret?" Iona inquired, confused.
Hermione nodded. "Harry's parents were killed by You-Know-Who. Harry has refused to tell us why."
"We promise," Gin offered.
Harry leaned forward over the table. "Voldemort heard a rumour that Mum and Dad held a book of ancient magic that included a spell that could make all beings bow at one's feet. To get it, he attacked my home and killed my parents. He tried to kill me, but something - I'm still not sure what - stopped him in his tracks and he had to turn back. He disappeared years ago, I'm sure you know. However, few knew the real reason."
"Something tells me we're about to find out," Hermione whispered.
Harry shot his friend a silencing look. "He was undercover as a student at St Anthogals. The Order had him under watch, but he never tried anything. They believe he was looking for more information on my family. He graduated last year, then mysteriously reappeared this past summer."
"Why do you know all of this?" Iona asked, eyes wide.
Harry looked over at her dully. "Dumbledore had to make sure Aunt Petunia knew so she could protect me, and she made sure I knew so I would keep my wits about me. You see, the person on the top of Voldemort's hit list, is me."
Hermione turned pale as a ghost and Iona looked like she might be ill. Only Gin looked able to keep her wits about her after the revelation. "Why? Because you might have the book?"
"Partially," Harry agreed seriously. "But also because he didn't kill me the first time."
"Oh, Harry," Hermione sobbed, leaning over and hugging her friend tightly. "Why can't life ever be easy for you?"
Harry hugged his best friend back and closed his eyes. "I don't know, 'Mione. I really don't know."
Madame Pomfrey had not been happy to see Harry again, but after hearing what happened, let him go with a gentle reminder to be more careful.
"She acts like she knows you," Iona commented. "I thought this was your first year. Or is she a member?"
Harry shrugged. "Not as far as I know. I just hurt myself a lot and so I'm always in there." He grinned. "I even have my own, private room in the back!"
"Har, that's not funny!" Hermione said angrily.
Harry sighed. "Sorry, 'Mione."
Iona smiled faintly and winked at Harry. "Maybe we'll be Infirmary mates one of these days."
"Iona!" Hermione turned on their new friend. "That's not something you joke about!"
" 'Mione, lay off them," Gin sighed. "Better they joke about being hurt than be solemn over what may or may not come."
"Listen to Gin," Harry agreed seriously.
"Argh!" Hermione stormed into the Great Hall ahead of them.
"Sorry about her," Gin sighed.
"Don’t be," Iona suggested. "We all have one friend like that and we learn to put up with them or face being stuck with someone worse."
"Well said." Harry nodded.
The three stepped over to where Harry and Gin normally sat with all their friends. Tom immediately jumped up. "What did you do to yourself?" she hissed, eyeing Harry's arm.
"If you sit down, I'll explain," Harry promised.
Once everyone was seated again and the food had been served, Harry related the day's events to his friends, excluding the part where he explained Voldemort's problems - that would get passed on to the Slytherins by Hermione or Gin later that night in a far more secure manner than at the dinner table.
Assured that Harry would live and that the newest addition to their little group wouldn't run away if Draco and Tom started acting in their usual way, the group calmed down and Draco and Tom went at one another's throats for whatever excuse came to mind first.
Harry rolled his eyes at their antics. "Why must you two always act like such three-year-olds?"
"You know it only repels her, right?" Pansy threw in without batting an eyelash.
Tom and Draco stared at the girl for a long moment, then turned to Harry. "Does our fighting turn you off?" Tom asked bluntly.
Harry blushed and hid his face in his hands. "Why are you such an arse?"
"Why are you such an arse?"
"I'll allow Harry to insult me, but you have no such rights, Parkinson." Tom armed her spoon with some peas. "Apologize or be bombarded!"
Hermione took the spoon from Tom while Pansy snatched Draco's before he could grab it. "Act your age," Gin ordered tiredly.
"If they start throwing food, it should give them detention," Luna pointed out airily from where she was studying her mashed potatoes.
"Good point." Pansy shoved Draco's spoon into his hand. "Have at it."
Draco put his spoon down. "I never throw food. I'm too high-class."
"You mean you're a rich snob."
Hermione slammed her head down on the table. "Would you two please shut up? Please?"
"We could gag them," Iona suggested softly.
Harry laughed and handed his napkin over to the suddenly happy Hermione. "Have fun."
"We surrender! We surrender!!" Tom and Draco both waved their napkins about in the air above their heads.
Everyone else at the table laughed.
-~\/~-
A/N: I suppose you could call this a bridge chapter, or something. Iona's the last of my random main characters. Only three more characters will be introduced after this and all of them will only be there for the ball.
Also, this story probably won't last much longer. Five more chapters max, I think. Hang in there with me.
Read, review, and visit this fic's site for any basic questions.
~Bats
First 5 chapters on website.
6 - Intruding Nightmares ||| 7 - Luna Lovegood ||| 8 - The Great Potter Mystery
9 - The Scrapbook's Curse ||| 10 - What it Means to Be Wanted |||
12 - Dresses & Partners
Discontinued
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Date: 4/2/06 01:47 (UTC)no subject
Date: 16/2/06 14:37 (UTC)LOL!! Well, good!
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Date: 4/2/06 06:41 (UTC)no subject
Date: 16/2/06 14:39 (UTC)no subject
Date: 18/2/06 10:31 (UTC)no subject
Date: 4/2/06 09:30 (UTC)... um moving on. *sheepish*
Iona seems like an interesting character. Purple hair and eyes... my favourite colour... and she's kinda like Harry in this fic.
Not much of Tom and Draco in this chapter *pouts* but it was good all the same.
Loved it!
~Myst.
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Date: 16/2/06 14:41 (UTC)*laughes and hugs*
*taps chin* I suppose she is.... Hm....
*waves hand carelessly* They'll be back next chapter. Worry not.
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Date: 4/2/06 12:58 (UTC)You'll have to get started on something else (or continue your other fics) or I'll get upset
Anyway, I like Ionia and the Draco/Tom bickering is always fun ^_^
Looking forward to the next chap!
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Date: 16/2/06 14:42 (UTC)*sniggers* I'm glad everyone likes Iona. *huggles her gal*
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Date: 4/2/06 13:50 (UTC)no subject
Date: 16/2/06 14:43 (UTC)no subject
Date: 16/2/06 14:44 (UTC)