Nicodemus, as in Dresden Files Nicodemus?

Just to make sure.

 

Yes, though if you want you can use any other character (and not even have it be a crossover). I just like that idea..

 

Nope. Nico will work fine. Just thought I'd make sure.

 

Can I have a challenge? I might be able to do something small this weekend. Nothing more than 2000 words... unless I get sudden muse.

I would love a serious idea, no crackfics please.

 

Challenged: Lindsey
Length: 2K words ~
"Delores Umbridge never took into account that when she pushed Harry, he might just push back. There was a reason the Hat's first choice was Slytherin."

 

Can't be bothered to check, but don't forget only those who have completed a challenge can issue one.

And they should be kept short - shouldn't take more than an hour or two to write. Ignore Apocalypso, that was a freak accident and technically a failed challenge.

I notice nobody's posting the challenges issued in the last few days as well :facepalm c'mon, sonses.

 

Woops.


Someone hit me with a challenge?

 

I too would like a challenge, and since I'm not busy this week I'll make sure to post it.

And I'd prefer a non-Crack!fic challenge just because I suck at writing funny stories.

 

I need something to distract from the A+S contest, so I'll ask for a challenge as well.

 

A NEW CHALLENGER HAS APPEARED: TheWiseTomato
Line: "Can you see who it is?" "Yeah - ah, shit, it's Dolohov. That's just great." "Yeah? Well, he's probably saying 'Oh shit, it's those guys'."
Length: 600-900 Words

A NEW CHALLENGER HAS APPEARED: CrackedMind
Line: "Your mission, Minerva, should you choose to accept it..."
Length: 1k+ Words

A NEW CHALLENGER HAS APPEARED: Zenzao
Line: "You don't understand, Harry - you won the duel, but he died. We got an owl from St. Mungo's. He's dead, Harry."
Length: 600-900 Words

Edit

Anyone else wanting a challenge, the following haven't been completed at a glance:

"You got me... socks?"

"You know when you drop food to the floor and it becomes all dirty and stuff and you can't have kinky fun with it anymore?" "...yeah" "Well, mine grew a penis."

"That was stupid." "Well, it was [NAME]."

 

Thanks, GL. Not quite satisfied with the latter half, as I definitely wanted to show more reaction, but I capped 900 spot on.

---


Blood pounded heavily in his ears as he slammed his body flat against the bathroom door in time to miss Malfoy's Severing Curse by inches, though the unfortunate portrait in the hall could not and was rent in half cleanly, depicting not merely the power but the practice the other boy had put into it.

The follow up sank into his Protego Charm and spared Harry a moment to collect his thoughts on a counter, winching as Myrtle shouted shrilly for them to stop. 'Bugger if I'm going to be able to concentrate long enough with her wailing in my ears!' he thought furiously as the next curse shattered his spell in a show of brilliant blue motes and flung him out of the bathroom entirely.

He hit the floor with a grunt and skidded ten feet on his side, but his fingers hadn't let go of his wand, and even as he tried to get his breath back into his suddenly aching lungs, he swept it back in the direction of Malfoy and wheezed out "Langlock!"

Both Myrtle's racket and Malfoy's next spell, a partially finished "Cruc-" were cut short. Having no such restriction save the near inability to breath, Harry sent an atypical disarming spell and watched in frustration as it was silently deflected back at him, albeit with a look of wearied panic on the blonds face, struggling to work out a counter in his mind.

For a brief eternity they were left like that before Malfoy's eyebrows met together in success and he finished his interrupted curse, "Crucio!" and the jet of pale light crashed against the floor where Harry had been half a second before, only just rolling aside in time.

Unfortunately for him Malfoy wasn't playing around anymore. He didn't waste time waiting to see if his first attempt would hit, and he intoned almost immediately on the heels of the first, with far more malice now infusing his tone, "CRUCIO!"

Harry's flesh erupted in molten flame, his nerves screaming in tandem as the piercing coil of a thousand, nearly even tens of thousands of fishhooks dug in and pulled him in every direction at once, trying to shred his skin down through each layer to the very bone.

He tasted the familiar coppery-tones of blood in his mouth and felt the pain redouble, arching obscenely as his teeth began to tug loose, his voice constricted beneath the surge of mind-rending agony.

The snap and crackle of his bones barely registered on the scale by that point, and the blood spewing out of his oldest scar down into his eyes wasn't even a footnote in the misery that had become his total existence.

His wand hand stirred as his body bent in upon itself and the last curse he had been intending to deliver all along fled past his mangled lips, forcing a surge of magic down his arm and into the holly and phoenix feather construct about to snap in half.

It felt like days, perhaps even weeks later, that he could breath and feel again, that he could think through the distant haze left in the wake of the Unforgivable releasing its dire hold about him.

His head lulled to one side and took in the bisected form of Malfoy laying face down on the floor in a steadily-increasing pool of his own blood, twisting at the waist in a way that should have been impossible on a properly connected torso- the toes pointing up at the ceiling as the nose faced down.

Despite the after courses of intense ache running over his muscles Harry pushed up to his knees, and a moment later threw up across the floor as his stomach rolled and heaved tightly.

He brought up a shaking hand and slowly wiped his mouth off on a sleeve of his robe after a minute more of dry heaving. A sort of numbness had wrapped around his mind after the curse had let up, and he knew that he should be feeling something as he stared down at Malfoy's likely corpse, but a sudden hand had appeared in his field of vision and thrown him aside roughly and without a care.

He crashed to the floor again and watched through the daze as Snape slashed his wand back and forth like a muggle conductor, the wood shaft nearly a blur as words spilled out of the Defense instructors lips in rapid course.

A moment later and a flash of silver soared down the hall, speaking clearly and sharply. "Disapparate immediately. Wards disabled." It was unmistakably Dumbledore's Patronus, and Snape laid a hand on Malfoy's still form and vanished on the spot with a thunderous crack barely a moment later.

---

An hour later and Harry was in the Hospital Wing, with a very grim Ron beside him. He had tried faintly to explain. He was sure Snape could save him, that Dumbledore's phoenix, Fawkes, would be able to lend tears as it had for he himself four years ago.

And then Hermione rushed in and came to a dead stop next to the bed, her face flushed from running. "He's... he's recovering, right? Fawkes-- Snape...?" he asked haltingly, but she just shook her head.

"You don't understand, Harry - you won the duel, but he died. We got an owl from St. Mungo's. He's dead, Harry." She said gravely.

/end, 900 exact.

 

GL, can you hit me with one?

I'm taking the night off and have time to write something short tonight. Preferably not too crackish, but it doesn't have to be ultra serious either.

EDIT: or anyone, for that matter.

 

Nice - I can't help but think that this last line would have more impact without the 'she said gravely' on the end.

Also, I found it a little strange that Harry would ask if he survived when you describe Malfoy as 'likely a corpse' earlier.

 

Not bad. And kudos for being the first back, at least, the lazy buggers.

Pretty good I think. A little predictable, but a better action scene than I've ever been able to write.

@Rym: Take one of the three open, mate. End of my previous post.

 

Just saw that you had put up a challenge! Hmm, no idea what I'll do with that. Probably going to take some time, but I'll do it.

 

forgot about that, now I feel silly.

 

I'm still using your quote though. I just need to finish a bit more background research, then I plan to pump out around 1,500 words.

 

I'll take a challenge, something easy please though.

 

Pick one, click it, then post to say which you've picked. These are open challenges, just lying there, succulent, ripe....

Edit

I suppose the middle one is a bit (massively) retarded. Guess I'll just reissue the same challenges.

A NEW CHALLENGER HAS APPEARED: Rymrock
LINE: "That was stupid." "Well, it was [NAME]."
LENGTH: 600-900 words

A NEW CHALLENGER HAS APPEARED: Oliver of Kingston
LINE: "You got me... socks?"
LENGTH: < 1k words

Go mad :3

 

Reading the tips for new fanfic writers thread and I figure it's good advice. Better than just doodling in my notebook with no third person feedback. Hit me up, something less than 1000k, for your sakes.