Games, by
alibi_factory, Gen, short. "Painted birds and bad intentions." Snape and Dumbledore and Harry, and nothing most of us haven't thought, only better written.
"He'd sit in class and take notes of every third fact, glare - already with the headmaster's manipulation- ego-assurance in his eyes. Defiant, but full of self-pitying sacrifice. Dumbledore had made him a martyr. Poor grades, but martyrs are allowed their failures. Of course."
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alibi_factory's House ficlet, Heart of Oak
Diagon Burning by
1eyedjack, Gen?, long. "Harry Potter is one of the few who remain skeptical when Lucius Malfoy emerges from Azkaban with a full pardon and a plan to start an evil-fighting organization. Exposing Malfoy as a fraud won't be easy amid lies, fights, and hidden agendas. One motorway accident, two definitions for SPEW, three levels of Ministry alert, and lots of four-nication." This is canon here, people. This is Harry Potter written for grownups. WIP, parts posted every Thursday.
" “Lucius, this soup is delicious!” Mrs. Fudge bellowed as soon as her husband mentioned the word Dumbledore. Draco got the sense that she was rather well acquainted with his rants. “Whatever is in it?”
“Muggle,” Lucius replied, “marinated with sherry.”
There was a nervous sort of pause and then Fudge giggled. “Oh, Lucius, you almost had me there.”
Narcissa looked down at her napkin. “It’s an old family recipe.”
Lucius smiled."
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"He'd sit in class and take notes of every third fact, glare - already with the headmaster's manipulation- ego-assurance in his eyes. Defiant, but full of self-pitying sacrifice. Dumbledore had made him a martyr. Poor grades, but martyrs are allowed their failures. Of course."
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" “Lucius, this soup is delicious!” Mrs. Fudge bellowed as soon as her husband mentioned the word Dumbledore. Draco got the sense that she was rather well acquainted with his rants. “Whatever is in it?”
“Muggle,” Lucius replied, “marinated with sherry.”
There was a nervous sort of pause and then Fudge giggled. “Oh, Lucius, you almost had me there.”
Narcissa looked down at her napkin. “It’s an old family recipe.”
Lucius smiled."