and pocket your pills away

I fail

2007-02-15T20:42:44Z

I fail

hums

2006-03-29T00:42:03Z

I'm just getting over some type of a virus. Was running a temp for three days straight, coughing up a storm and all the jazz. I'm feeling a little better now that I'm on antibiotics.

Yeah, I know I haven't updated in a while.. I wasn't able to make it to I-Con but my friend did go and she got me a signed pic of the actor who plays Jacob Carter/Selmak on SG-1. Squee!

I was thinking of starting a cliched Harry is betrayed in Azkaban fic.. I don't know.

I'm in awe of Inevitable a AB/HP crossover on TTHFanfic.. crazzzzzy.

So, I haven't been keeping up with my flist but I'm still around.!!

Fulfillment (Rated R, Kingsley/Harry)

2005-09-01T23:55:24Z

Title: Fulfillment
Author: fayetonic
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. No money is being made, just trying to write.
Rating: Hard R
Warnings Harry is either 16/17, (could go either way) sex, foul language, HBP spoilers
Pairing: Harry/Kingsley
Summary: ...and you know you’ll be sore tonight but that’s okay because you deserve it.
Author's Notes: Spoilers for HBP but Post HBP. Unbeta'd but hopefully will soon be.

He drops to his knees in front of you and all you can see is the smooth shiny shaved head. You can feel his fingers; those long fingers of his, unclasp your belt and unbutton your jeans. Your jeans will fall smoothly down to your ankles, for they are your cousin’s large castoffs. You are in your boxers now and the head of your erection is pressed against the silky cloth. You wait for his smooth hands to lead you from your boxers, and when it doesn’t you protest and try to wiggle out of them yourself.

You find your hands pinned against the wall by one strong dark arm and you cry out in surprise. Your lover laughs, kisses the part of your stomach—right beneath your bellybutton—and his lips are so soft that you compare it to how it feels when you’re inside him. Your cock pulses at the thought and he grabs you with your boxers still on and squeezes.

Kingsleypleaseohfuckmefuckmefuckme.

You babble those words and try to bite your lip to keep from shouting as he squeezes harder. It wouldn’t do if the other Order members, especially Mrs. Weasley, burst into the room and find you on the receiving end of the best handjob you’ve ever had in your life.

Kingsley laughs, that deep laugh, and finally your boxers come off leaving you exposed to the room. He releases you from against the wall and you have only a minute to rub your red wrists before you’re ordered to turn and face the wall.

He enters you with little preparation and you know you’ll be sore tonight but that’s okay because you deserve it. For now, all you want to do is be fucked over and over again. For now, you want to feel him filling you, making you feel. Then after you’ll deal with the stickiness, Voldemort, and Dumbledore’s death.

You can feel drops of sweat everywhere on your body and tightness in your balls and then it’s over. Your lover is still fucking you and you tell your cock to stay down because any minute, and the minute is now—Kingsley’s finished and you are close to breaking down.

You lean against Kingsley, his cock still in your ass, and he holds you as you cry for those who had died and for those who will die.

And you wonder briefly: will you be able to clean your semen from the walls?

Secrets (Sirius/Ginny, R)

2005-08-27T01:56:29Z

Title: Secrets
Author: fayetonic
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. J.K owns him, I just write for fun.
Warnings: sex with a underage person, dirty talk, sexual sitations
Rated: R
Pairing: Ginny/Sirius
Summary: There are secrets within the walls of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
Author's Note: This fic is dedicated to virginia_bell. Happy Birthday, hun. I hope you have a great day. This fic is un-beta'd as I couldn't find a quick beta to look over this. All mistakes are mine.

~*~

She knows the he's staring at her with those narrowed gray eyes. She can feel his gaze all over; his eyes wandering over her back, her hips, and her bum.

‘Ignore him, Ginny,’ she says to herself. ‘If Mum finds out, we’re both done for.”

She bites her lip in concentration and focuses her attention on the black haired doxy. Aiming her bottle of Doxycide, she squirts and hits her target. The small fairy-like creature screams, falls, and dies instantly.

A swarm of doxies appear from behind the draperies heading straight towards her. Ginny screams batting several away.

“IMPEDIMENTUM!” her mother screams and the doxies freeze.

Ginny looks at her hands and winces. Her hands are twice their normal size, littered with bites and scratches.

“Are you okay, dear?” Molly asks in concern.

“I’m just peachy, Mum,” Ginny snaps. “I just love being harassed by doxies!”

“Don’t take that tone with me, young lady!” Molly snaps back.

Ginny rolls her eyes.

“Now, where’s that anti Doxy Venom?” Molly mutters, rummaging in a pile off to the corner.

“Afraid I used the last of it, Molly,” a male voice replies.

Ginny’s heart starts beating wildly at the voice. Her mouth dry and her face red, Ginny turns and is met with a grim Sirius Black.

Their eyes connect briefly before he turns back to her mother.

“I think there’s some vials in the kitchen,” Sirius continues. “I can go and get it, if you want?”

Molly thinks for a moment, then says, “Yes, I think Ginny should go with you.”

“But, Mum!” Ginny protests, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice.

“Go, Ginny.”

“But, why?” Ginny whines. “How come I’m the only one to go? Why not Ron and Hermione?”

Ginny looks to Ron and Hermione’s direction. They’re sorting through old musty books, with Professor Lupin supervising.

“Ginevra Molly, you know very well that Ron and Hermione weren’t the ones attacked by doxies!” Molly scolded. “Now, I want you to go downstairs, treat your wounds and settle down for a break.”

Ginny nods reluctantly.

Sirius grabs her arm and leads her out of the room into the hallway. They silently walk the familiar path to the stairs, passing the mounted house elf heads and a couple of portraits. Sirius’ hand is still grasping her arm. Ginny lets out a small whimper at the familiar touch.

They stop at the top of the stairs. Ginny looks back to see if anyone is in the hallway.

“I missed you,” she whispers.

Sirius smiles briefly and shushes her with a finger to her lip.

They descend the stairs and tip toe (careful not to wake Mrs. Black) into the kitchen.

Ginny enters first and immediately props herself up on the kitchen counter. She flinches, her hands are still sore and bleeding. She can feel the doxy’s venom kicking in.

Sirius shuts the door and casts a simple locking charm on it. Ginny looks at him curiously.

“This way we won’t be disturbed,” he grins.

He moves away from the door and walks towards where she sits. Ginny’s eyes watch as his hips sway with each step.

“Trying to seduce me, Mr. Black?” she asks breathlessly.

Sirius stops and looks down at his pants, a pair of tight muggle jeans from back in the day. Lily had given him the pair for Christmas, he remembers.

“Is it working?” he replies, walking over to her.

They were close now, only a couple of feet away.

“Yes,” Ginny nods. “Though, I think my hands need the antidote right now.”

Sirius moves to the other side of Ginny and reaches up to open the cabinet door above her head.

“Watch your head,” he orders, and Ginny leans forward out of the way.

He grabs the bottle of Doxycide and opens it. The smell of rubbing alcohol and mowed grass fills the air.

“Hold out your hands,” Sirius asks and Ginny obeys.

He squeezes the antidote onto the wounds using his free hand to rub it in. Ginny feels a twinge in her hand.

“Is this going to hurt?” Ginny replies and gets the answer to her question.

It’s a painful stinging that starts in her hands and travels through where the poison’s inflicted. It burns, sort of like rubbing a lemon in an open wound.

Tears build at the corner of her eyes, Ginny tries to blink them away.

Sirius casts a Scourgify on his hands and reaches out to brush a lone tear away.

“It’ll be over in a second, love.”

Ginny feels her breath hitch at the word love. All the pain from her hand seems to vanish. It was just she and Sirius.

He leans towards her and Ginny closes her eyes. She knows that any second now they’ll kiss, and she’ll taste whisky and lust. She’ll feel his tongue caress hers and she’ll want more. To her disappointment, there is only a brush of the lips; a chaste kiss, holding many promises for later.

“Tease,” she whispers throatily and Sirius smirks.

His black hair (free from knots) falls in front of his face hiding half from view.

Ginny looks down at her hands, newly healed thanks to the potion. She looks up and meets Sirius’ eyes.

“Do you know how bad I want you?” she murmurs, running her hands through the silky strands of his hair.

Ginny leans over and gently nips at his ear lobe; loving the gasp from him.

“Right now, all I want to do is hike up my skirt and have you fuck me against this counter,” she whispers, and Sirius gives a loud groan. “I want to feel the edge pressed against my back as you take me hard and fast.”

Untangling one of her hands from his hair, she settles it against the crotch of the jeans. Sirius gives another groan as Ginny presses gently against the bulge. The denim material is hot against the palm of her hand. Ginny wants nothing more then to release him from the constricting material and stroke him till he comes.

“Stop that!” Sirius whispers against the base of her neck.

“Do you want me to?” Ginny replies, innocently.

Sirius doesn’t reply.

“Look at me, Sirius,” Ginny instructs, hiking up her skirt and showing off her cotton panties.

Sirius looks and watches.

Ginny starts wiggling out of her underwear when a knock on the door sounds. Both man and woman freeze, and glance at each other with wide eyes. Ginny hurriedly pulls up her undergarments and smoothes down her skirt.

Sirius mutters an unlocking spell and the door unlocks.

“It’s open,” he says and the doorknob turns.

Hermione enters, looking confused.

“Why was it locked in the first place?” she narrows her eyes suspiciously, looking back and forth between Ginny and Sirius.

Ginny coughs and meets Hermione’s eyes.

“I didn’t want to have everyone see me crying because of these bloody Doxy bites. I’m finally trying to get Ron to stop treating me like a baby, and if he sees me crying, he’ll never think of me as anything but his baby sister.” Ginny easily lies, and Hermione nods sympathetically.

“I just came to get you. Your Mum wants to see how you’re doing,” Hermione turns to Sirius. “Professor Dumbledore wants to speak with you, Sirius. He’s in the Drawing Room.”

Sirius leaves with a glance to Ginny. His eyes plead; come to my room tonight, they say. Ginny briefly smiles, a slight inclination that means yes.

“Come on, Hermione,” Ginny hops off the counter. “We should get back to Mum. You know how much of a worry wart she is.”

They leave the kitchen, and move upstairs.

~*~

Ginny spends the rest of her day de-creaturizing Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Luckily, no more doxies attack and Ginny makes it out of the room with only a couple of bruises.

Ginny doesn’t look at Sirius during dinner. Instead, she concentrates on the delicious stew and home baked bread her mother made.

After dinner, Ginny plays a couple games of chess with her brother and later heads up to bed. Hermione joins her soon after and quickly falls asleep reading a book. Ginny stands and quietly leaves the room.

She pauses in front of Sirius’s room and opens the door. Sirius is over in the far corner, on the king sized bed; he’s naked, with only a thin sheet covering everything from the waist down.

Sirius waves her in and motions for her to close the door. Ginny obeys and moves toward the bed, feeling the bottom of her thin nightgown brush against the back of her knees.

“No need to be shy, Ginevra,” Sirius murmers, reaching out a hand to her.

Ginny accepts that hand and gasps as she is pulled on top of him. With one hand on her waist, he uses the other and pinches the nipple through her nightgown. Ginny hisses in pleasure and pain. Two could play it that way.

“I want you to take off your nightgown and ride me,” he hisses as Ginny rubs over his erection. “I want you to dominate me, Ginevra.”

Ginny whimpers and complies with his request.

~*~

Ginny wakes up in her own bed with Sirius’s come still on her thighs. She looks over to Hermione, who was still fast asleep and smiles. No one knows; it was their secret and would forever be. Ginny laughs into her pillow, feeling sticky and satisfied. She knows that tonight, tomorrow night, and the night after that, she’ll enter Sirius’s room and he’ll have his way with her and make her feel—feel complete.

Victory In Blood (Lucius, Harry-- PG-13)

2005-08-17T02:07:47Z

Title: Victory in Blood
Author: fayetonic
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: character death, blood
Author's Note: Challenge for we_are_not_evil. Un-beta'd, so sorry if there is mistakes.
Summary: It was victory; victory in blood.

~*~

He stood on top of the rocky cliff looking down at the blue ocean. The waves rocked against the shore and the sun was high in the sky. Lucius looked at the struggling hands that were holding tightly on a stray branch.

“He has won,” he murmured, kneeling over the ledge. “The Dark Lord has conquered Hogwarts.”

The boy, who was still struggling, tried to swing over the branch using his legs. That attempt failed and the boy hugged desperately onto the stick with one hand.

“I—I suppose you have won also, Mr. Malfoy,” the boy said through gritted teeth.

“I suppose I have.” Lucius smirked.

“I’m going to have to let go sooner or later,” the boy commented lightly. “I always knew I was going to die, but this was the least way I expected."

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen, Mr. Potter!” the blonde laughed, drawing his wand from the pocket of his tattered robes.

A Malfoy was supposed to look their best. Lucius looked anything but; his expensive black robes were shredded and his perfect blonde hair dishelved.

A spell was cast and the branch broke. Harry Potter plummeted to his death.

Lucius stood and dusted the dirt off his knees.

“Accio Harry Potter’s glasses!” he cried, and the bloody, broken frames of the Boy-Who-Lived were summoned.

Lucius could taste it on the tip of his tongue. It was sweet and metallic, and innocent like a baby. It was victory; victory in blood.

You Let Me Violate You (Bellatrix/Amadeus Black, Bellatrix/Rodolphus R)

2005-08-09T02:05:22Z

Title: You Let Me Violate You
Author: fayetonic
Disclaimer: I do not Harry Potter. No profit is being made, just trying to please my muses.
Rating: Definitely R
Pairings: Bellatrix/Amadeus Black, Bellatrix/Rodolphus
Warnings: under-age, incest, blackcest, foul language, non-con.
Summary: A daughter would do anything to please her father.
Authors Note: Thanks to virginia_bell for the beta.

~*~

Amadeus Black loved his two daughters, Andromeda and Narcissa. They were his baby girls, his flesh and blood, yet Amadeus knew that only a male heir would carry on the Black name. He desperately wanted a boy and was ecstatic when his wife Belladonna was pregnant with their third child. Amadeus hired the best Healer money could pay to find out the sex of the baby. The Healer arrived and the spell was performed. Amadeus and Belladonna Black were having a baby boy and a baby girl.

~*~

Months passed and Belladonna’s stomach expanded when a tragedy happened. Belladonna fell ill with dragon pox. The stress was too much for her body and she miscarried one of the twins.

Amadeus could still remember the Healer’s words.

“Mr. Black, your daughter is fine. Your son, however, I’m sorry. He didn’t make it.”

His baby boy was gone.

“We’ll try again, dear.” Belladonna whispered, her face pale.

Amadeus nodded, his eyes closing in pain.

~*~

Seven months later, Bellatrix Black was born with a full set of dark hair and heavy lidded eyes. She was the spitting image of her father.

All the stress from the pregnancy and birth had led to early Wizarding Menopause, leaving Belladonna sick and unable to bear any more children.

Amadeus knew that Bellatrix was to blame.

Eleven years passed and Bellatrix grew up sullen and aloof. Her father doted on Andromeda and Narcissa. He was always giving them presents; like today, Narcissa was given a diamond bracelet and Andromeda was given a beautiful green silk scarf.

~*~

It was exactly a month before Bellatrix’s first year at Hogwarts when Amadeus Black fucked her for the first time. To this day, Bellatrix can remember the night vividly.

~*~

It was nighttime and everyone was asleep. Bellatrix awoke to a house elf shaking her.

“Master has requested Mistress’s presence. Itchy is doing what Master says. Mistress must wake up!” the house elf said and Bellatrix sat up.

“I’m up. Now, leave me!” Bellatrix demanded.

The house elf bowed and popped away.

Throwing off the covers, Bellatrix slipped on her robe and slippers. She padded to the door and out the hall to her father’s room. It took a few minutes to reach her father’s room.

She stood in front of his door and knocked.

“Enter!” her father barked, and Bellatrix flinched.

She opened the door and entered the room. Her father was sitting on the king sized bed with a glass of brandy in one hand and his wand in the other.

“Closer, Bella,” Amadeus said, and Bella moved forward.

With a wave of his wand, the door locked and silencing spell covered the room.

“Where’s Mother?” Bellatrix asked, noticing it was just the two of them.

“At St. Mungos,” he replied.

Amadeus sat the glass down onto the end table and stood. It was then Bella noticed her father was wearing only pajama pants.

It was not proper for a daughter to see her father in his nightwear.

“Father?” Bellatrix questioned, as he moved closer.

“My daughter.” Amadeus stroked Bellatrix’s cheek. “You should have never been born. It should be your brother standing here.”

“I know.” Bellatrix closed her eyes.

“Your body has changed. You are becoming a woman.”

It was true. Bellatrix had started to develop breasts that year. She knew her body was changing; Andromeda had informed her that it was normal.

“There is one way for us to start anew… for all to be forgiven,” Amadeus stated, his eyes serious.

“I’d do anything for you to forgive me, Father,” Bellatrix whispered, closing her eyes as her father’s thumb brushed her lips.

“Pleasure me, my daughter,” he murmured, pushing her to her knees. “Pleasure me on your knees and pleasure me with myself inside you and you will have atoned for your sins.”

~*~

She was inexperienced in the art of fellatio and had nicked him a couple of times with her teeth.

“You’ll pay for that later, Bella.” he whispered, watching her bobbing head.

Indeed, she did pay for it. Later, her first time was hard and painful. He had entered her swiftly and pounded into her until she felt like she was split in two. Afterwards, he made love to her. Bellatrix knew that everything was going to be okay.

Their relationship had definitely changed for the better. Bella was given more attention in the household and was lavished with gifts.

~*~

Bellatrix is silent when they fuck. She pleasures him but asks for no pleasure in return.

“Will you ever allow me to pleasure you, my dear Bella?” he asks her one night, after a quick fuck.

“My dear Rodolphus,” she laughs. “Never will you bring me to orgasm. There is only one person that has and he is long dead.”

“Dead?”

“Yes,” she confirmed. “And when we meet again, he’ll know that he did have his heir.”

~*~

Songfic: Loving You (Buffy/Harry Rated PG-13)

2005-07-31T05:14:51Z

Title: Loving You
Author: fayetonic
Summary: Two strangers meet in a bar, and find love and happiness.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. JKR owns him, okay. I don't own BtVS. Joss owns her. I own nothing but this Snapple I'm drinking
Characters: Buffy, Harry, Buffy/Harry
Distribution: TTH, ff.net, AT
Warnings: Post OotP
Rating: PG-13
Authors Note: Thanks to ABlack for the beta. Any mistakes are mine alone. I wrote this back while I was a newbie and I didn't have it beta'd, so it was posted to FF.net and TTH unbeta'd. I finally got off my butt and got it beta'd. Songfic based on an 80's Freestyle song by Collage

I always thought I was doing fine. Spreading myself around another good time. Then it hit me from out of the blue. I was falling in love with you.

It was a cold night in London when they first met. He had been searching for a pub to drown his sorrows in, while she wanted an escape from the monsters that haunted her around every corner. Coincidentally, the two heroes happened to sit next to each other in the quiet solitude of the bar.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her take the last sip of her drink. Calling over the bartender, he ordered another one for the blonde woman.

“Thank you,” she acknowledged softly, raising the glass of alcohol in a toast.

A small smile quirked its way onto his lips. He could tell that she was American.

But now everything’s been changed. My hopes, my dreams are rearranged, it’s true. And it’s all because of you, my baby…

Every night they met at the same bar, chatting about one thing or another. They talked till the early hours of the morning, but it didn’t seem to matter because they both found comfort in each other.

One night, being the gentleman he was, the young man walked her home. Halfway from her house they were attacked by a vampire. As fast as lighting, he pulled out his wand ready to cast a ‘Lumos Soleil’ spell, however, apparently the blonde beauty had already staked the vampire.

Her hazel eyes locked onto the wand that was gripped tightly into his hand.

“Who are you?” she questioned, tilting her head up to meet his eyes.

“I’m Harry Potter and I’m a wizard. The question is, who are you?”

“Buffy Summers, one of the oldest Slayers alive.” she replied distractedly, as she tried to process the fact that her friend practiced magic.

“Come on, I know a coffee shop just down the road where we can talk about this…” Harry trailed off, leading Buffy along to where the place resided.

I’ll be loving you all my life. Till my dying day is through. I’ll be loving you, forever.

They traded stories.

He told her of the deaths of his parents, his celebrity status, and the rebirth and death of the evil Dark Lord Voldemort. Harry explained why he entered the lifeless pub in the first place. It turned out that the bar’s name, Black and White, reminded him of his deceased godfather, Sirius Black.

Buffy told of her calling, and how she managed to cope with having lived on a Hellmouth for four years. Her voice grew distant as she explained how heavenly Heaven was, and how much it hurt to be resurrected. The slayer reenacted the war against the First Evil, and how it was such a relief to win.

They were heroes who were looked up upon to lead. They were survivors who would never be normal, and they would bare their scars forever.

I’ll be loving you all my life. Till my dying day is through. I’ll be loving you, forever.

It didn’t matter that Harry was a wizard, or that Buffy was a slayer. They were still the same people from months ago. Buffy was still the blonde American who thanked the quirky Harry for a drink.

Every night I wonder if you know. No matter what they say I won’t let go. Don’t ask yourself if I’ll always be there. Cause forever is how long I’ll care.

A couple of months later, their friendship grew into something more. They were falling in love. With Harry, Buffy finally knew what she had become. She was a well-baked cookie ready to eat.

The Scoobies were hesitant at first to meet Buffy’s new boyfriend, but when they found out that the wizard wasn’t a corpse; he was welcomed with open arms.

Harry’s friends were the same.

The Ministry on the other hand was different. They had forbidden Harry to have any contact with Buffy. The Boy-Who-Lived certainly wasn’t allowed to fall in love with a muggle! Soon after, Harry quickly turned in his two weeks notice. He wouldn’t stand by and watch while Fudge planned the rest of his life out for him.

He was his own person.

As time goes by and the feeling gets stronger. To be in your arms can’t wait any longer. Look into my eyes and you’ll see it’s true. Day and night all my thoughts are of you.

Buffy Summers and Harry Potter were married on August 9th, 2006. It was a small wedding in a small church near Bath. Giles had proudly walked Buffy down the isle, handing her off to her soon-to-be husband.

Buffy Potter looked into her husbands emerald eyes, and smiled. They would always be together.

I’ll be loving you all my life. Till my dying day is through. I’ll be loving you, forever….

Psychedelic Ballerina (Petunia Gen, PG)

2005-07-23T04:22:07Z

Title: Psychedelic Ballerina
Author: fayetonic
Summary: They are sisters. Sisters can make great friends and great enemies. Through all of the fights, they know that they can rely on each other.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Characters: Petunia, Lily
Distribution: ff.net, TDA, livejournal
Authors Note: Thanks to noticeably, dark_mage_girl, virginia_bell Rosie, Animagus, AutumnsRising for the beta. Any mistakes are mine and mine alone. This has no spoilers for HBP as it was written before HBP came out. This fic is dedicated to celtic_rain, Happy Belated Birthday, hun! Enjoy everyone!!

Petunia Evans is a nine-year-old girl who loves to get dirty, but not intentionally, of course. She loves to spend her days out in the backyard of Number Two Thousand Victoria Lane gardening with her mother, Heather Evans. Gardening has always been an activity for a mother and her oldest daughter, making it Petunia’s time to spend alone with her mother- with no interference from her little sister.

While pulling on a particularly tough, pesky weed, Petunia remembers the day when she was introduced to the flowers for the first time.

~*~

“Petunia!” a heavily pregnant Heather calls from the kitchen of their home.

Heather hears the pitter-patter of tiny feet on the hardwood floor. A little girl enters carrying one of her Barbies.

“Yes, Mummy?” three year- old Petunia answers, a little breathless.

“Petty, sweetie.” Heather grasps her daughter into a tight hug.

Petunia sighs in content as her mother’s scent tickles her nose. It is a mix of laundry detergent and fresh roses.

“Are you okay, Mummy?” Petunia asks when Heather releases her from the hug. “Is little baby sister hurting Mummy?”

Heather laughs and fondly musses Petunia’s hair.

“I’m fine, my dear,” Heather says, then adds: “And so is your little sister.”

“Okay, Mummy!” Petunia smiles a full smile that shows off her sparkling white baby teeth. “Why did you call me, Mummy?”

“Petty, Mummy has an important job for you,” Heather answers, taking Petunia’s hand and leading her out the sliding glass doors to the backyard.

“Are we going to play, Mummy?” Petunia questions, eyeing the mud pile that is near the oak tree in distaste.

“We’re going to…” Heather takes a breath of air and exhales. “Garden, Petty. We’re going to garden!”

“What’s garden?” Petunia’s eyes are wide with curiosity.

A couple of blue jays pass by, their chirps echoing in the wind. Petunia giggles as a pretty purple butterfly lands on her arm.

“Gardening is helping little flower buds bloom into a strong but beautiful plant,” Heather says more to herself then to Petunia.

At Petunia’s confused look, Heather adds, “It’s like taking care of Mr. Snood; he needs water, food, love, and a litter box to stay healthy.”

“Oh,” Petunia nods, looking older then her three years. “So, baby flowers need love, food, water, and litter box?”

“Something like that,” Heather replies laughing.

~*~

“PET-TY!” The shrill voice of her sister brings Petunia back to reality.

Lily Evans twirls, twirls, and twirls some more. Rising on the tips of her toes, she bends her knees in a way only a ballerina can. Lily hums to the music that she can only hear. Smiling, she playfully bumps shoulders with Petunia.

“LILY!” Petunia yells back, clearly annoyed. “Can’t you see I’m gardening?”

“Oh, Petty,” Lily laughs, spinning. “It’s a beautiful day, big sister. Stop being such a spoil-sport!”

Petunia raises an eyebrow. Using her shovel, she starts digging a hole.

“Whatcha doing?” Lily stops spinning for only a moment.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Petunia snaps, wiping sweat from her brow.

Lily shrugs and continues spinning.

“I’m telling Mum if you throw up!”

“Tattle-tale!” Lily smiles, annoying her sister further.

Petunia ignores her sister and continues planting.

Later, the flowers are planted and the gardening tools are put away, and Petunia enters her bedroom clean and sunburned.

Flopping onto her bed, Petunia reaches under her pillow and pulls out a diary. She then begins to write.

Dear Diary,

Lily is so infuriating! I can’t stand her interrupting me when I’m planting my flowers. Mummy says it is just a phase; I wish she would grow out of it soon. I love Lily a lot but I wish she wasn’t so annoying! She should be playing with her dolls or something.

Cousin Anna who is a year older than me is having a sleepover this Friday. Because we are cousins, Mummy says I have to go and be a good cousin. I don’t want to go. I’d rather stay home and have a tea party with Elizabeth Bennett from next door. Oh well, maybe I can convince Daddy to let me stay home…

Have to go.

XOXOXO,
Petunia R. Evans
Wednesday, May 11th, 1966

Petunia closes her diary and stuffs it back under her pillow. She stands and moves to her dresser where her record player sits. Grabbing a record, she sets it to play. Petunia soon looses herself into the music.

“I want to hold your hand!” she sings to the Beatles, tapping her feet onto the fuzzy pink shag carpet.

Petunia and the rest of the family eat dinner at six and spend the rest of the night watching the news on the telly. The meteorologist announces that there’s a chance of thunderstorms through the night. Lily cringes and Petunia suppresses a laugh. Who knew that her smart-mouthed sister was afraid of little thunderstorms?

At eight-thirty, Heather ushers them upstairs into their beds. Petunia falls asleep listening to the hum of the wind.

~*~

Petunia awakes with the sun just a little over the horizon. The smell of dew is in the air but all Petunia wants to do is sleep. She flips over into a more comfortable position only to find her little sister clinging to her like a bee to its flower.

She takes a moment to observe her sister: her red hair – crazy with sleep – and short black lashes. The moment is over and Petunia’s bladder calls for attention.

Careful not to disturb her sister, Petunia gets out of bed and slips on her slippers. Before leaving for the loo, Petunia tucks her sister back in.

At breakfast, Petunia goes out of her way to poke fun at her sister.

“I heard there might be another thunderstorm tonight,” Petunia says slyly and Lily tenses. “Pity, I’ll be at Anna’s sleepover.”

“Shut up, Petunia!” snarls Lily, dropping her fork with a loud cling.

“Petunia and Lily,” Heather scolds, “Cut it out, now!”

Petunia takes a large gulp of orange juice and smiles.

“How is that bed-wetting problem, Lils?” she smirks.

Red-faced from both embarrassment and anger, Lily turns to her mother.

“Petunia, go up to your room!” snaps Heather. “Not a word till your father brings you to the sleepover.”

~*~

Petunia waves goodbye to her father and turns to her Aunt.

“Sweetheart, Anna and the rest of the girls are expecting you.” Aunt Rose smiles, pointing to the two-story house.

Petunia nods and walks up the driveway. It’s not a long walk but Petunia wishes it was; anything to delay the meeting between cousins.

Petunia enters the house and finds her cousin Anna sitting on the stairs.

Cousin Anna hasn’t changed much from the last time Petunia saw her. She still has long curly brown hair and green eyes. The only thing Petunia notices different is her pierced ears.

“Anna,” Petunia forces a smile onto her face.

“Tunnie,” Anna greets the same way.

“Nice earrings,” Petunia comments and this time Anna’s smile isn’t forced.

“Aren’t they gorgeous?” Anna gushes. “Mummy says that if I’m good that my next pair will be nameplate earrings!”

“That’s… nice,” Petunia replies, bored.

“Speaking of gorgeous things, you must see my room,” Anna says, starting up the stairs.

Petunia follows her cousin to the first room on the right.

“Mummy had it redecorated for my birthday,” Anna adds, before they enter.

The door opens and Petunia is met with white walls and six laughing girls.

~*~

Petunia’s day consists of board games and dancing contests, and her night is filled with makeovers and Truth or Dare. Petunia feels awkward at first, but lightens up soon after.

“Truth or dare, Petunia?” Anna asks, as Susie adds another curler to her hair.

“Truth,” Petunia replies, as she finishes applying the color to Ellen’s nails.

“Who do you have a crush on at school?”

“Jimmy Deluca,” Petunia answers, her face red.

“Ooooh, Jimmy!” the girls giggle.

Petunia glares and the girls laugh some more.

“Truth or dare, Ellen?”

“Dare!”

Petunia smirks. “I dare you to drink water out of the dog bowl!”

~*~

It’s late at night and only Petunia and Anna are awake. Petunia’s eyes are heavy with sleep but she will not sleep until Anna falls asleep first.

“In that closet” (Anna points to her small walk-in closet) “I have a couple of outfits that you might like. They’re from my Hippie days, of course. Take whatever you want.”

“Really?”

“Sure.”

Petunia steps over one of the sleeping girls and opens the closet door.

Flipping the light switch on, Petunia is amazed by all the clothes in the closet. There are: jeans, shoes, skirts, shorts, blouses, tops, even a bathing suit or two.

What catches her eye though, is the outfit in the far corner. It’s a tie-dyed leotard with a matching tutu. Petunia grabs the outfit and a pair of yellow flip-flops for herself.

She leaves the closet and turns off the light switch.

“Anna, I’m back,” Petunia whispers, but Anna is fast asleep.

Petunia stuffs the outfit into her bag. She soon falls asleep, too.

~*~

In the morning, Petunia is the first to rise and the first to leave. Her Dad picks her up at exactly nine in the morning and Petunia asks her Dad for a gift bag.

“What for?” Harry Evans asks.

“I have a present for someone,” Petunia replies.

Harry doesn’t ask anything else, and for that Petunia is grateful. On the way home, they stop at a store and Petunia purchases an emerald green gift bag.

Petunia wraps the gift on the way home. The car soon pulls up in the Evans driveway; Heather and Lily are outside waiting to greet her.

As soon as she steps out of the car, Petunia is welcomed home with hugs and smiles.

“How was the sleepover?” Lily asks.

“Boring,” Petunia replies.

“How does it feel to be home?” Heather smiles, hugging her daughter again.

“I’m happy to be home,” Petunia mumbles, relaxing into her mother’s touch.

~*~

Later, after everything is put away, Petunia flops onto her bed and pulls out her diary again.

Dear Diary,

Cousin Anna’s party was pretty fun. I had an okay time. Cousin Anna let me pick a few things from her closet. I got myself something and a present for Lily. I don’t know when I’ll give it to her – maybe tonight. Daddy bought me a green gift bag. I wrapped it in the car on the way home.

It’s lunchtime now. Maybe, I’ll give Lily the present after lunch.

XOXOXO,
Petunia R. Evans
Saturday, May 14th, 1966

Petunia closes her diary and goes downstairs for lunch.

~*~

Lunch is a meal filled with boring conversations. Heather and Harry talk about everything from the weather to stocks, while Petunia and Lily sit bored out of their minds.

Both girls are soon allowed to leave the table. Petunia invites Lily upstairs to her room.

“You never invite me into your room, Petty,” Lily remarks, as they climb the stairs.

“Whatever, Lily. Are you coming or not?”

Lily laughs and races up the stairs.

They get to Petunia’s room. Her door is already open, and her room is looking very inviting. The sisters cross the threshold and Lily immediately runs to Petunia’s bed. She starts jumping and the mattress creaks with every bounce.

“Get down from there, will you!” Petunia snaps and Lily laughs again.

“Spoil sport,” she replies, getting down.

Petunia rolls her eyes, making her way over to her oak dresser.

“I want you to have something,” she says, grasping the gift bag and holding it out to her sister

“For me?” Lily looks honestly shocked.

“No, it’s for the person behind you,” Petunia replies.

This time, Lily is the one to roll her eyes.

Opening the bag, she pulls out a tie-dyed purple leotard with the purple tutu. She runs her hand over the material. She looks like she doesn’t believe it’s real.

“I’ve always wanted a tie-dyed leotard!” Lily smiles. “Thank you, Petty.”

Lily hugs her sister.

After the pull away, Petunia remarks, “Don’t get used to it, little sister. I just figured a ballerina like you would need a hippie outfit. You are, after all, a tree hugger.”

“Tree hugger? So says the one who gardens all the time, dear sister?” Lily replies, playfully.

~*~

Petunia is a nine-year old girl who loves to sing, dance, and write in her diary. Her real passion though, is gardening. Petunia’s dream is to become a housewife and garden all day. Her sister, Lily, dreams to become a hippie ballerina.

They are sisters. Sisters can make great friends and great enemies. Through all of the fights, they know that they can rely on each other.

Some say blood is thicker than water. Petunia scoffs at this; water can be much thicker if you add a bit of cornstarch.

~*~

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The Good Die Young

2005-06-29T01:00:55Z

Title: The Good Die Young
Author: fayetonic
Rating: PG-13
Summary: They say the good die young. Once upon a time, Gregory Goyle was as decent as a Slytherin could be.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I write for the fun of it.
Pairings: alludes to non-con Bellatrix/Goyle
Distribution: ff.net, TDA, lj, etc
Authors Note: Thanks to dark_mage_girl for the beta. Just a note for everyone at LJ, I will keep fics public. The rest (my rants and such) will FLocked.

Gregory Goyle, known as Goyle to many, was not handsome. Although not as smart as Snape, Goyle was a Slytherin, and Slytherins have a sense of cunning and ambition. Some say that was the reason why Goyle joined You-Know-Who: for power. If you were to ask Gregory, however, he’d answer with a shrug. It was expected of him to follow in his father’s footsteps, just like Draco followed Lucius.

“Boy!” snaps Goyle Sr. “Get your robes on, quickly! Our Master calls.”

Gregory grunts his assent and slowly takes his time to finish his breakfast. Once finished, he quickly dresses. Both father and son Apparate to their lord’s side.

“You’re late,” The Dark Lord greets them coolly, with anger in his serpentine eyes.

Both men drop to their knees kissing the hem of their Lord’s robes.

“My Lord,” Goyle Sr. mumbles, “We are sorry for our lateness. It will not happen again.”

“And why are you so tardy, Goyle?”

“I needed to finish my breakfast, my Lord.” Goyle Jr. whispers so softly that it wouldn’t have been heard if the room was not completely silent.

“Are you saying, child, that food is more important than me?” the Dark Lord asks, softly and dangerously.

Both Goyles shiver at the Dark Lord’s deadly tone.

“N-No, My Lord.” Goyle Jr. protests weakly. “I w-would nev-”

“I think young Goyle needs to be punished. Don’t you agree, Bella?” the Dark Lord says, his gaze settling on the masked Death Eater that’s standing to his left.

“Oh, yes, My Lord.” Bella nods, taking off her mask. “Let me be the one to punish wittle Gregory.”

Goyle Jr. raises his eyes to the female Death Eater and stares. Her hair is still not that healthy but Goyle knows that it’s because of the years she has spent at Azkaban. At least it isn't tangled; Goyle wonders how it would feel through his callused fingers. Bella’s eyes are dark with lust and her nipples are erect against the thin layer of her robes.

“Patience, Bella, patience.” Voldemort strokes her cheek, and Bella leans into the touch.

Conjuring a throne with a wave of his wand, the Dark Lord sits; then the pain begins.

Later, Goyle Jr. is levitated and carelessly dropped onto a soft queen-sized bed. He manages to sit up after a moment, although his muscles protest. Moaning in pain, he unsteadily rises to his feet but it doesn’t last. An Impediment jinx is thrown his way and he is harshly dropped back onto the bed.

Grunting, Goyle Jr. blinks a couple of times to clear his blurred vision and his eyes lock with those of his captor.Gray eyes, the color of a Black. Goyle knows this from the hours spent studying the Pureblood genealogy.

“Gray eyes,” Goyle repeats out loud.

“How astute of you to observe my eyes, Mr. Goyle,” a rough feminine voice remarks.

The female Death Eater smirks and with a wave of her wand she conjures a long gleaming knife.

“Bellatrix Lestrange,” Goyle acknowledges, glancing at the knife. “Is it noon yet? Are we having lunch?”

“Lunch?” Bellatrix laughs, her laugh sounding like a harsh bark.

She closes the distance between them by straddling his waist; the knife is still in her hand with the tip pointed towards his throat.

“I suppose I will have some apples for lunch.” She smiles, pressing the tip of the blade to Goyle’s bobbing Adam’s apple.

Later that night, Goyle lies in bed unconscious. There is dried blood on the sheets. A Death Eater enters, his mask hiding his face from view.

“You incompetent fool,” the Death Eater remarks while digging in his black robes for his wand.

“Avada Kedavra!”

If young Gregory was awake, he would know that it wasn’t just any Death Eater that got the best of him. It was his father, Goyle Sr.

Goyle Jr. did not know his fate.

They say the good die young. Once upon a time, Gregory Goyle was as decent as a Slytherin could be.

Once upon a time…

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2005-04-30T20:51:22Z

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