Seems sort of an overblown reaction, to be honest. Report and move on--no sense giving this story or author any more attention.

 

It seems someone doesn't know the difference between taking a setting, like HP, and lifting everything word for word. One is the basis of fanfiction, the other plagiarism and low.

I understand that there technically is no need to improve upon perfection, but writing is art, not science.

 

What really annoyed me about this story is that not only did he plagiarize, but he also says on his profile that his world will be superior to JKR's when his writing and world building is terrible. JKR's writing may not have been the best, it's still miles ahead of this shit.

 

And yet, we're giving him reviews driving up his count even more.

 

We have a achieved a small victory.

blackshadow111's profile and this:

He put in a section acknowledging our little campaign and credited the fics he plagiarized, although I don't know if he actually said we were right because he meant it or if he did it just to shut us up. It's not what we wanted since the story is still up, but maybe he got scared just a little bit? We can only guess.

He still took the chance to take potshots at DLP, rather poorly.

I assumed the bold part referred to sirius009, which serves to further prove that this guy is not as smart as he thinks he is, considering that his screen name ends with three 1s. And he seems to think that being a beta means only pointing out grammar mistakes. He could use a beta himself to sort out the stupid plot and cliches he abused.

And he's apparently of the opinion that we'll be somehow bothered if the hordes of FFnet will dislike us even more. Silly dude.

 

Story was also deleted from hpfanficarchive - see http://www.hpfanficarchive.com/stories/viewuser.php?uid=7954

ff.net reports are ignored, as usually

 

Well, at least he acknowledged it, even if he was a brat about it. Thst's still better than what I was expecting of him. Let him have his potshots at us, I really don't care. People like that are just sorta sad.

And yeah, we've given this way too much attention. This guy is registered here, he can come out and defend his position any time he wants to.

 

It's only a model.

 

This thread inspired me. What do you think?


Harry Potter hesitated when he reached the door. He had not been to Hogwarts for many years. Owls had come by the hundreds begging for him to return to the Wizarding World, but he had kept his distance. After the defeat of Voldemort, he had tried returning to a normal life. The problem was Harry had never had a normal life; without the threat of Voldemort hanging over his head he had been at a loss as to what he should do.

On top of that, everyone seemed to expect greatness from him. It didn’t matter what he was doing, people would stop and stare in the hope they would witness something incredible. Take his broom out for a ride? A crowd of reporters would congregate beneath him and the front page of the next day’s Daily Prophet speculated on Harry’s chances of earning a spot on the national team at the next World Cup.

Attempt to cast a spell? Just pulling out his wand seemed to make people think he was about to carry out a duel then and there; there would be groans of disappointment when he would simply summon a newspaper or mug of tea. The worst was actually when he had been applauded for swatting a bug away from his face. He later learned that people assumed he had been casting wandless magic.

So he had left. At the peak of his popularity, when the critics had finally stopped attacking his every move and his status as a hero was cemented, he had walked away. He remained in contact with his closest friends, but the masses had not seen nor heard from him for several years.

Today, however, he had woken up with a desire to see what had become of Hogwarts. He hadn’t visited his old school since the final battle and honestly had no idea what it would look like. The battle had done a number on the school, he remembered, but standing here today he couldn’t see a trace of the wounds inflicted on his former home.

He pushed in the heavy wooden door and stepped into Hogwarts. It was empty. He had decided to come early in the morning for that very reason. It was a Saturday which meant the students would be asleep still and the professors would be enjoying their freedom.

Harry felt a rush of nostalgia as he passed familiar places: the gargoyle that led to Dumbledore’s, now McGonagall’s, office, the portrait of the old wizards playing cards, and the Great Hall. Here, Harry paused. There was someone in the Great Hall, but it was much too early for breakfast. Why was someone roaming the castle before sunrise? He noted the irony in that thought, but shook it off and slipped into the Great Hall unseen.

It was a student, that much he could tell. The boy was running around the room, leaping off tables and diving under benches. Every once in a while Harry would here him shout out a spell, or at least words that vaguely sounded like spells.

“DIE, VOLDEMORT, DIE!” The boy shouted as he thrust his arm out. A weak light fizzled out of his wand and disappeared quickly.

Intrigued, Harry spoke up.

“He didn’t come back did he? I would hope someone would have told me.”

The boy jumped in surprise and turned to face Harry who was approaching him.

“Who are you?” the boy asked suspiciously.

“Just an old alum,” Harry answered. He stopped in his tracks when he was finally close enough to see the boy and noticed he had drawn an crude lightning bolt on his forehead. It was backwards and on the wrong side, he noted.

“What are you doing?”

“Recreating the greatest moment in history, when Harry Potter killed Lord Voldemort. I’m planning a play on the life of Harry Potter for my Herbology class.”

“Why in the world would you put on a play for your Herbology class?” Harry asked.

“Professor Longbottom caught me reenacting the fight scene against the basilisk,” the boy answered proudly, “And when I told him what I was doing he practically begged me to perform my play during class at the end of term.”

“Right. So you’re going to act like you’re fighting a basilisk and Voldemort in front of your entire class?”

“Yep. That’s not all either. I also have a scene where I pull Excalibur from the stone. It’s going to be wild.”

“That’s funny,” Harry said, “I never knew Harry owned a sword named Excalibur.”

“Oh, he didn’t,” the boy replied. “That’s from a book I read. Pretty cool, huh?”

“Extremely.”

“I know. I spend all my time working on this. I can already tell everyone will love it. I perform scenes in the common room occasionally, and simply refuse to go to bed until I hear at least ten compliments. It’s gotten to the point people compliment me before I even start. Isn’t that awesome?”

“Shocking, honestly. So, how do you find the time to work on your actual Herbology assignments if you spend so much time practicing this play of yours?”

“Oh, that’s easy. I just tear out the assigned chapters we are covering in class and hand them in. I read them, so it’s the same thing as writing them, really.”

“Of course. But the professors let you do that?”

The boy frowned.

“No. They seem to think it’s plagiarizing. What do they know? I write at the top of the page that I don’t actually own the work I turn in. They just won’t stop pestering me, though. It’s obnoxious.”

“Clearly.”

“Well, I need to move off to the dungeons. I have to rehearse the scene where Harry discovers he is actually Lord Gryffindor and is now in charge of the entire school.”

“Is that something else you read in a book?” Harry asked.

“No, that’s just my own idea. Harry’s life was pretty boring to be completely honest with you, so I took the opportunity to spice it up here and there.”

“I see. Well, I’ll let you carry on then. I think I’ve seen enough here for one day.”

“Wait! What do you think of the Voldemort scene? Was it incredible or just excellent?”

Harry stared at the boy in disbelief.

“What’s you name?”

“Dick, but I’m trying to become a black panther Animagus, so most people just call be Black Shadow.”

“Well, Dick, I have to admit, you are a confident kid. There is no way I would have the stones to get up in front of my peers and perform the play you’re working on.”

“Thanks! I can’t wait. I know it will be good because I put plays on all the time at home. My mum thinks they are fantastic., but this will be the first time I try it out in front of an audience. Will you come watch it?”

“Actually, I just came by today to say goodbye. I’ll always hold a special place in my heart for this place, but I think it’s a little too fucked up even for me.”

“Hey,” Dick said. “That was pretty good. I’m going to use that in my play.”

He took off at a sprint and left Harry standing alone in the Great Hall.

“What a dick.”

 

Am I the only one that misses these sorts of butthurt reactions?

 

I kind of want every crappy author that was ever criticized on DLP to have a paragraph or two about us on their profile.

 

Well...everyone was a crappy author at one point. I'd more prefer for unscrupulous 'authors' to be the ones bitching at us than a developing writer.

Shit, I was a crappy author who got critique from DLP.

Unless you mean the sort who claim to want feedback only to throw a bitch fit at the first hint of criticism. Then by all means, let us savour their tears and lamentations.

 

Do you really have to ask? Of course that's what I meant. Hell, I've only been on DLP for a year and I'm no great author myself, but I like to think there's a difference between me and blackshadow.

 

Indeed. Several hundred thousand words.


What's the use in writing better if you do not actually write?

 

I'll admit that's it's a valid point. Even among all the stuff on my hard drive, I don't think there's 300k words there.

 

Don't sweat that. You do a fair amount of writing, and you're not so bad. Comparing yourself to someone who writes hundreds of thousands of words a year is not necessarily the best way to gauge yourself as an author (although I'm certain you knew this). I'd much rather an author write one great chapter every six months than six okay chapters every six months.

Quality > Quantity

But let me say, in defense of the countless authors who have come here, posted, and then been told they are not as good as they think...

They sucked. We did them a favor by saying that. Anyone who stuck around after that probably improved a hundred times over. (I know I have)

 

The only thing I got out of this whole thread is that Republic changed his avatar.....I'm so used to Batman dammit.

 

Being my own judge in this doesn't exactly ring 'objectivism', but when I look at what I used to write before coming to DLP and after, I see improvements. Dialogue, descriptions - I got quite a lot of help with that in WbA. Although I'm still working on my biggest vice - not finishing what I start. That's why I dropped any 'big' projects and am sticking to shorter word counts for now.

I'll second that. That avatar was cool.

 

The Batman one was cool, but the Prince is cool too.

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