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Post by Hitoshi Gilespi on Jul 21, 2009 22:42:07 GMT -5
Since I've been working on a story for Gussu's birthday involving Himmel in the Harry Potter world -- not to mention the prominent similarities between Dunehelden and Hogwarts -- I've been somewhat inspired to do little things involving the DH characters in the Harry Potter world.
For anyone who might be interested, this thread is specifically for posting anything -- drabbles, fan art, longer works, or what have you -- regarding any Dunehelden characters in the potterverse.
(I'm trusting you all to not use this as an opportunity to write Mary Sue fan fiction.)
Normal rules are present. Things can either be linked to off-site or posted directly here. If you post large fan art, either use a thumbnail or link to it off-site.
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Post by Alex Meriweather on Jul 21, 2009 22:49:16 GMT -5
(I'm trusting you all to not use this as an opportunity to write Mary Sue fan fiction.)
That sounds like a crackfic challenge to me. :V
This is what I wrote:
--- "Rudeth Volkova."
Thrall stepped to the side as his brother ran past him to the steps at the far end of the Great Hall. Hundreds of eyes followed the boy as he first dashed, then walked quickly under the gaze of the adults, towards the stool set up on the raised floor between the students' and teachers' tables. As usual, they were the last in line, and everyone else was beginning to chatter back and forth to each other and to the other first years. He hadn't paid attention to any of them, outside of the one boy he already knew.
His brother had barely put on the hat before it shouted out "GRYFFINDOR!" Rudy ran to the table on the far right amidst a chorus of cheers (and other things, from the other tables), glancing back at Thrall with a grin.
Thrall stood and waited. There was a short shuffling of papers from the old man at the high table.
"Thrall- er- Dmitry? Dmitry Volkova? Whichever it is, come on up here, lad," the man said brightly.
He snorted and walked up to the dais, just quickly enough not to make the ceremony last any longer than it had to. He picked up the hat by its point, plopped it on his head, and half-sat on the stool, expecting to jump back up any second.
My, you're an odd one, he heard in his head.
He felt irritation swirl up inside him; he responded by trying to clear his mind of anything other than his growing hunger. Let it read that if it wanted.
By my very stitches. Learn a little subtlety and Salazar would love you. It cleared its throat and nearly managed to pronounce the first syllable before Thrall screamed at it.
NO.
Wh- what? Show some respect! I've seen far worse than you in my time, believe me. Thrall's eyes were screwed shut. When there was no response, the hat tried again, more softly this time. Are you pushing for Ravenclaw? I suppose if you truly tried-
Why won't you put me with my brother? A bit of confusion and childish petulance leaked through to the hat.
Your brother? This is about you, child, not your family.
Put me with my brother, or I'll go there anyway.
The hat sat in thought for a moment, then sighed a long sigh. I must remark that this is under strong protest.
It called out "GRYFFINDOR!" in a weary voice, and Thrall tossed it to the side and dashed over to the table.
"Finally," Rudy said, as he jostled to make enough room beside him. "Why were you up there so long?"
"Stupid hat." Thrall grinned at his brother. "When do we get to eat?"
The Headmaster shouted a short piece of nonsense, and he contented himself with fighting over some sort of casserole with red peppers in it while his brother talked to girls.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on May 8, 2010 16:30:35 GMT -5
This is a little bit of omake crackfic I wrote to test out my new word processor.
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Himmel was a very pretty German with a face and some hair. He liked to annoy Veronique, who hated him, and he had a friend named Smoke who was slightly less annoying but also not as pretty or German. One day Himmel decided to yell French jokes at Veronique.
"HEY!" he screamed, chucking a disgusting glob of something only the British would consider food across the Great Hall. It smacked her in the face. "YOU! FRENCH GIRL! VERO!"
She rose dramatically from the table, her face red with anger and violence and lots of other not-good emotions. Himmel didn't seem to notice, or didn't care. One or the other. Either way, he was probably really stupid.
"WHY ARE THE STREETS IN PARIS LINED WITH TREES!?" Himmel stood on the Gryffindor table, cupping his hands around his mouth to make extra certain she could hear him. "SO THE GERMANS CAN MARCH IN THE SHADE!"
There was practically steam coming out of Veronique's ears. She grabbed a nearby first-year (who protested far too adamantly, really) and flung him across the Great Hall, beaning Himmel in the face.
Himmel fell off of the table and hit his head on a very disgruntled looking professor, who took fifty million billion points from Gryffindor for him being clumsy, then awarded Veronique infinity points to Slytherin for creative use of first-years, since they weren't good for much else anyway.
Himmel flopped into the chair beside Smoke and muttered to himself about people not understanding good French jokes.
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