WIP Snip

Thank you for the tag @drarrily-we-row-along - absolutely loved the delicious snip you posted, read it here!

100k into my current WIP and having a crisis as it just occurred to me that maybe none of it makes sense… talking myself down very gently but it means i can’t post the latest bit i wrote in case i find myself spiralling further into confusion so here’s a snip from an older extract i’m just about to edit!

i’ve missed loads of tags recently so apols if i’m missing anyone - off the top of my head i’m going to tag sprint buddies etc @coffeedrgn87@corvuscrowned@katie-alden@maesterchill@makeitp1nk@mintamintathings@oknowkisskiss@onbeinganangel@shealwaysreads@thesleepiesthufflepuff@the-starryknight@sweet-s0rr0w@teacup-tai@wolfpants and also please anyone else who fancies doing this and distracting me from my misery!

Wartime AU, Voldemort still knocking about, Wolfstar lives, Draco deserted the Order and then came back. Harry has just returned from multiverse-travelling and accidentally brought a Malfoy from another universe with him, who’s been telling them all about his world.

“I can’t believe everyone just left him to die!”

Sirius was in a rage, prowling restlessly around the room, black hair gleaming in the shivering light from the sconces. 

“Dumbledore—yeah, I mean, I can see that,” Ron said consideringly. “But there’s no way our Sirius or Remus would have ever let Harry die. Your versions must be absolute incompetents,” he said, looking at Remus and Sirius. “No offence.” 

Remus rolled his eyes.

“Not to dwell too much on my equivalent’s shortcomings,” he said to the other Malfoy, “but how could they have been so careless? Albus, yes, I can see that. He always wasambitious when it came to Harry. But if our world is so close to yours, I just can’t imagine how…” His eyes flickered momentarily, and Harry realised that other Malfoy had flinched the tiniest bit. Remus, wolf-sharp, had noticed of course. “Oh. Oh.”

“Oh, what?” Sirius said crossly. “There’s no ohabout it, Moons. If they let Albus talk their Harry into walking to a certain death before he’d even finished school then we should take Malfoy’s Time-Trip thing and go and kick their arses ourselves.”

“To be fair to other me,” Harry said. “It does sound like the sort of thing I might do.”

“Which is exactly why Moony and I keep you on the straight and narrow,” Sirius told him, grabbing his hand. Sirius was a bit too thin, always, from the nervous prowl of him and the long nights of no sleep and the hunt. His fingers slipped around Harry’s smoothly, tight at the knuckles, ropey with tendons as he clutched harder. 

“Pads,” Remus said quietly. “I think what the other Malfoy is trying to tell us is that, in his world, we’re—what, both of us?” He eyed other Malfoy, who nodded. “We’re dead, I think.”

“You went first,” other Malfoy said to Sirius, “which is what started it all for my Harry. And then you—” Remus sat back heavily in his chair “—went and got yourself killed in the battle, and you two—” he stabbed a finger accusingly at Ron and Hermione “—weren’t even around when he decided, like a twat, to trot off into Voldemort’s camp and thus face certain death. Anyone with a modicum of sense would have known he’d do something epically foolish, and yet…” He spread his hands out dismissively, and settled back into his chair, shoulders relaxed, spine soft.

He was, Harry realised, enjoying himself, the bright eyes of an adventurer. Sirius’s fingers twitched in Harry’s grip, nose wrinkled in irritation as he listened to other Malfoy. Across the room, real Malfoy was watching, eyes flat as they lingered on his-face-but-not. He looked paler than usual, though it might just have been the contrast with other Malfoy and that red, red thread of scarring that tugged his lips into a smile and threw the line of his cheekbone into sharp relief.

katie-alden:

Katie’s WIP Snip

Thanks for the tags @academicdisasterficand@corvuscrowned for the tags. Check out their snips if you haven’t already!

The following is a snip from my drarry fic where Harry has a chronic illness.

Carefully, so as not to disturb Harry more than he already was, Draco slipped out of the bed, tucking the covers back around his husband. Padding through their little cottage, Draco paused to grab his dressing gown from where it laid haphazardly across the back of the sofa. Yesterday had been a good day and well, they tended to discard clothes a lot more readily on good days. 

He really should have seen this coming, Draco mused. Harry’s health had been better in the last month than it had been for almost a year, but Harry had a tendency to push himself. There had been produce to harvest, jams and chutneys and pickles to be made. Even now, their small kitchen was full of this autumn’s work, jars littering every surface and garlands of onions and garlic hanging in the windows. 

No-pressure tagging @orange-peony@moonstruckwytch@makeitp1nk@phd-mama@tackytigerfic and anyone else who wants to join in

WIP Snip

Tagged by @wolfpants last week and I am perpetually late. Tagging @veelawings@corvuscrownedand@oknowkiss to share if you’d like.

This is an excerpt also from my untitled Bodice Ripper fest fic. Note: Harry does not think Draco is receiving these letters.

If we’re meant to be lovers, here’s a list of things you should know that I probably should just hand over to every new person I date: 

I dislike small, enclosed spaces.

I am deathly allergic to kiwis. 

Taking a second glass of Clarence Granger’s eggnog is always a mistake.

I see a therapist twice a month and take an anti-anxiety potion daily. 

My favourite city in the world is Tokyo.

Because of Luna’s midwinter party in 2002, I have a lifetime ban from the Knight Bus and it is the only time I’ve ever paid the press off. 

The most money I’ve ever spent is on an original Silver Arrow I bought at auction. I built it a special archival case with a magical voidsafe. 

Once a year in June I go to a chicken shop in Surrey and that is as close as I will ever get to my aunt & uncle while they still live. My cousin Dudley sends a card every Christmas and I’ve never replied.