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zelda_queenZeldaQueen: Well, ladies and gentlemen, if I had a nickle for every time someone complained about the Deathly Hallows epilogue, I'd...well I'd be a rich woman, that's for certain. And about eighty percent of the time, people use the epilogue as a reason to whine about how mean Rowling is, how she only put it there just to spoil the fun of shippers who wanted to continue to remain delusional about who Harry ended up with (I've heard much the same argument about her putting pictures of girls in Sirius's room). I've maintained the viewpoint that it's hardly like these shippers let things like canon get in their way and sure enough, writers do manage to find ways to "fix" things up. And lo, one such writer - DisobedienceWriter - has brought us this piece of work. It's got Ginny-hate aplenty as well as an extraordinarily nasty and dark Harry. So without further ado, let us begin!
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Chapter 1: Even The Hardest Stones Crumble (Part 1)
A/N: The Deathly Hallows Epilogue was truly unsatisfying. Here's the rest of the story that begins about two years after the DH Epilogue.
ZeldaQueen: Yep, it's one of those fanfics. And "the rest of the story"? DW, you do know that this isn't canon, right?
Not for Ginny enthusiasts.
ZeldaQueen: Trust me folks, that there is a massive understatement.
Character Deaths. Time Travel. Avenging!Harry.
ZeldaQueen: Is that like an avenging angel?
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Chapter 1: Even the Hardest Stones Crumble
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July 31, 2018
ZeldaQueen: Technically that's only one year, but meh.
Harry Potter was enjoying his Sunday morning. He had just turned thirty-eight years old. He had three wonderful children and a wife he loved. He had a quiet morning planned before the boisterous party occurred in the afternoon and early evening.
ZeldaQueen: Aw, isn't this sweet? Just seems like nothing will go wrong, eh?
His wife loved birthday parties…even for her 'oldest child,' Harry.
ZeldaQueen: Erm, what? Is DW implying that Ginny has some bizarre mother-son thing going for her husband?
"Speak of the devil…" Harry murmured when Ginny came into Harry's study with a plate full of something that smelled good.
ZeldaQueen: "Speak of the devil"? Oh I see what you did thar!
"I baked it fresh this morning…"
ZeldaQueen: (Ginny) "Hippogriff droppings. Yum, yum!"
"It smells lovely, but isn't it a touch early for birthday cake?"
ZeldaQueen: Hey, it's never to early for any sort of cake!
Ginny gave an odd sort of laugh. "It's coffee cake, silly. Blueberry and cinnamon. Found the recipe in one of mum's old books."
Harry lit up in a smile. "I always did love Molly's cooking." Harry pulled the plate from his wife's hand and took a bite.
ZeldaQueen: Wah? He bit her hand?
Ginny looked at her husband as he chewed.
ZeldaQueen: (Ginny) "Um Harry? Do you think maybe you could chew with your mouth closed? It's just that the crumbs get everywhere and I just cleaned..."
"We'll have chocolate cake for pudding after dinner…"
"Brilliant."
Ginny walked out of the room and Harry quickly spat out the disgusting coffee cake. It had smelled so promising, too. He loved Ginny, he really did, but she surely hadn't inherited her mother's talent for cooking and baking.
ZeldaQueen: See this? That's the author showing us that Harry really does love Ginny! Of course! It's not his fault what's going to happen!
"I hope she got the elves to bake the birthday cake," Harry muttered.
ZeldaQueen: Ah yes, after years of Hermione crusading for House Elf rights, after his friendship with Dobby and Kreacher, Harry would keep House Elves. And yes, I know he has Kreacher. Note the plural though.
The cake had certainly not been very sweet and had a rather unpleasant, even metallic taste to it. Par for the course. Ginny managed to screw up nearly every kind of baked good. The kitchen was usually the domain of the elves or Harry. The lessons he had learned the hard way at the hands and fists of the Dursleys were ones he still practiced.
ZeldaQueen: See? Ginny sucks! And her food isn't sweet! See what the author did thar?
Harry did try to ensure his children had some skill in the kitchen. He had taught all three of his children some basic cooking skills… He smiled thinking about his little brood. He loved each of his children: his Gryffindor James, his Ravenclaw Albus, and his Hufflepuff Lily. Each was a perfect person, flaws and all. James smiled thinking of the time the three of them had last pranked him: a hair growth potion did have quite a few possible uses, didn't it?
ZeldaQueen: Ah yes, Saint Harry is rhapsodizing about his kids. Not that I don't think canon Harry didn't love his children but c'mon, "you'll share a room with Al when I want the house demolished" and the above musings don't quite mesh. And "James smiled"? Shouldn't that be Harry?
He'd wanted a larger family, but Ginny hadn't become pregnant again. Such is Potter-style luck.
ZeldaQueen: Ginny sucks, don't you know? Shame on her for not being able to get pregnant. Potter-style luck? What? I wasn't aware that the Potter family before them had trouble having children. And three children is hardly a small family.
He contented himself with three beautiful children&hellip
The thought stopped in his head as he suddenly felt sick to his stomach.
ZeldaQueen: Huh. Harry must have been reading this fic with me.
He was also in severe pain which just added to his wave of nausea.
He stumbled to his feet. "Ginny," he called out.
ZeldaQueen: (Harry) "Fetch me the Gas-X and clear out the bathroom! I think I'm going to be awhile!"
He made it downstairs before he was doubled over in pain. Then he came across the dining room. His children…his beautiful children…were all seated, slumped forward, but none of them were breathing.
ZeldaQueen: So wait, Harry is able to stumble around while in pain but his kids just sat nicely at the table while they died?
"Help! Ginny, help."
Harry slumped against the table. His hand was out feeling for Albus' pulse. Nothing. James had none. Little Lily…oh, god. She was dead as well.
ZeldaQueen: You know, when people aren't breathing, they usually are considered dead. And again, Harry is dying and has time to check for pulses?
"Ginny!"
Finally Harry saw his wife saunter slowly from the kitchen.
"You're still moving, Harry? I wouldn't have expected that with the dose I gave you…"
ZeldaQueen: Ginny's EEEVILLLL!!!
"You? You killed my children?"
ZeldaQueen: Erm, unless this is an M-Preg fanfic, I believe they're Ginny's kids too...
Ginny laughed. "You think I wanted to be a brood mare for your messy haired children? I had a career before I married you, Harry, now I can go back to Quidditch and have the Potter fortune and fame to my name. The sad widow. Because of the stupid Potter entailment rules, I just had to wait for the last child to reach age 12 before I enacted my little plan. Otherwise I'd have done this years earlier, you foolish –"
ZeldaQueen: Holy heck, the author doesn't waste time getting to business! And I don't buy this. Nope. If Ginny didn't want to have children, she would have told Harry from the beginning. And Harry would never have forced her. Even if he did, for some reason, she would have left him, not gone to an elaborate plot to murder all of them. That's not to mention the fact that Ginny still does have a career after she's married with kids!
Not to mention that the entire plan is just stupid. So Harry and his three children mysteriously drop dead from poisoning and Ginny is the only one left, with no one to blame the deaths on. Yeah, realllll smart there. Even if she wasn't arrested, she'd probably fall under a lot of stigmata, especially when everyone finds out that she conveniently gets a lot of money afterward. Look at how many people hate Courtney Love, for crying out loud!
As for the "Potter entailment rules", what? Okay, so how does that work? The widow can only inherit her husband's money when the kids are a certain age? Well why twelve? What significance does that have? And why would the money only pass to her if they were older? If the rest of the Potter family was dead, where else would the fortune go? It's not really like Harry's got some distant cousin who'd inherit it.
Add in the fact that it's pretty much lifted from any soap opera and I'd like to say "fail"
At that, Harry wandlessly broke his wife's neck.
ZeldaQueen: . . .
Well that was decisive of him
He was crying in pain and grief for his children, but he'd never shed a tear for that woman. If he survived this, he would pay to have her soul excised by a necromancer. All remnants of her life and soul should be removed from the world.
He summoned his wand from his study and began sending Patronus messaging spells out as fast as he could manage. He called for the Potter elves for help. He then clutched his nearest child, poor little Albus, as he succumbed to the darkness.
ZeldaQueen: You know, I don't seem to recall him showing this level of hatred for Voldemort, the guy who killed Harry's parents. And I love how Harry's dying of poison and was still able to muster the strength to snap Ginny's neck and muse over how much he suddenly hates her, without any regret or confusion as to why she did what she did.
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August 3, 2018
Harry woke up in St. Mungo's three days after his children died – and he executed his wife for familial betrayal (which the purebloods of old had put and kept on the books as a crime).
ZeldaQueen: Oh, he executed her. Yes, DW, dress it up as nice as you want. He murdered Ginny. And what's that about the purebloods of old? I don't understand. Is it supposed to be that Harry is justified in murdering his wife like that? Sounds an awful lot like stoning one's adulterous wife to death because the Bible puts down that you should (apologies if I got the reference wrong).
Harry was visited by his Healers first, but he couldn't even ask about his own condition.
"Did my children suffer?"
ZeldaQueen: Don't worry Harry, they escaped from this fic as fast as possible. They're all the happier for it.
Healer Magnusson tried to shake his head, but he ended up shrugging.
ZeldaQueen: That must have looked strange.
"They each consumed the cake, where you only had some in your mouth before spitting it out. I'd suspect the compound acted quickly…"
ZeldaQueen: What? How does that even work? I wasn't aware that if one doesn't digest poison, it still hurts you. And if the cake tasted so bad, I find it hard to believe that three kids would eat it instead of spitting it out also.
"What did she poison us with?"
"We're still trying to figure it out, Mr. Potter. The Aurors found the remainder of that vile concoction in the kitchen…"
"I don't care what it costs. Find out. I have to know how she destroyed my family…" Harry wasn't crying at this, but his voice was filled with emotion stronger than mere anger.
ZeldaQueen: HARRY-SMASH!
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Potter."
"Thank you." It was genuine, but the Healer left the room wondering if Harry would have preferred not surviving the poisoning.
ZeldaQueen: I agree. Better that he had escaped this fanfiction with Ginny and the kids.
Kingsley Shacklebolt and the leaders of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement were next.
"Harry," the Minister of Magic tried to begin.
ZeldaQueen: It's not that hard to say, Minister. First an "H" and then an "A"...
"I know why you're here. Bring me a pensieve and my wand and I'll show you…"
ZeldaQueen: For some reason, this brings me back to Aro and his porn touch.
One of the Auror Captains, Urdroot, already had the stone basin in his arms. Harry pulled the memory from his head and dropped it into the rune-carved receptacle.
ZeldaQueen: Please leave all memories that are not in use in the correct receptacle! We must keep our minds clear of pollution.
Several heads went inside and several heads came out minutes later with shock and revulsion writ large.
ZeldaQueen: *snorts at that sentence*
"I've known her for twenty years. I never would have thought…" Kingsley said.
ZeldaQueen: Neither would anyone, Kingsley. Out-Of-Character-itis can strike even the strongest of characters
"Check her corpse for the usual signs of Imperius or other mind control spells or potions," Harry said. "I don't think you'll find them. She seemed normal in my study – and then insane after my children were dead. She was an actress in the worst sense of the word. I don't think she's been right in the head for a long time, if ever."
ZeldaQueen: And nobody noticed that she suddenly went crazy at some point? I could possibly see Harry missing it, but surely Ginny and Hermione met at some point and I know Hermione would notice something was wrong.
"If ever". Oh yeah, because Ginny's been crazy her entire life. Suck it.
Kingsley tried to coax Harry into talking as one friend to another, but Harry bucked and weaved his way through every question. As Kingsley was leaving, Harry said one last thing. "I'll be back in the office in a few days, Minister, but I'll be turning in my resignation. I can't do this any more…"
"Heal for now, Harry. We'll talk more about that when you get out."
ZeldaQueen: (Kingsley) " - of this fanfic. It does wonders for you!"
Then, for his final act of his hellish day, he had three reporters summoned, along with another pensieve.
"I want the true story of what happened to be reported. My attorney, Lord Stanhope, is documenting this entire meeting. Here is my memory of what happened…"
ZeldaQueen: Oh yes, Harry, the guy who pretty much hated the media, who was dragged through the mud and mocked by them, is going to use them now. And "Lord Stanhope"? Why not "Mister"?
The journalists came out of the experience even more traumatized than Harry would have expected.
ZeldaQueen: Please. That wouldn't even bother a Muggle reporter in this day and age. The media drinks that sort of stuff right up
"Let it be known that Ginny Weasley is forever banished from the House of Potter for familial betrayal. May the wraiths of hell hunt her down."
ZeldaQueen: Excuse me folks, let me laugh outrageously for a minute here.
HA HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!
Right. Because canon clearly shows that Harry was such a formal fellow and talked like an eighteenth-century aristocrat. Also, "the House of Potter"? What? Even if there was such a thing (which we never see any indicator of), there's one tiny little problem - Harry is not an upper-class, hoity-toity, twit of the year! Even if he belonged to a House, he wouldn't invoke its rules or pay attention to it! He's an ordinary guy! That's also why he wouldn't use the "purebloods of old" thing to justify murdering Ginny! If anything, Harry was almost completely soured towards old, pure-blood families. he'd never try to be like them.
It was only the oldest of the pureblood families that ever used post-mortem disownment, but Harry knew all of the laws and customs. For his old job as Head Auror, he'd had to know them all.
ZeldaQueen: And that makes it perfectly alright for him to use them.
He took a Dreamless Sleep and slept for twelve hours. No dreams meant no tears.
ZeldaQueen: Blaugh! So emo!
Onward to: Chapter 1: Even The Hardest Stones Crumble (Part 2)
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Chapter 1: Even The Hardest Stones Crumble (Part 1)
A/N: The Deathly Hallows Epilogue was truly unsatisfying. Here's the rest of the story that begins about two years after the DH Epilogue.
ZeldaQueen: Yep, it's one of those fanfics. And "the rest of the story"? DW, you do know that this isn't canon, right?
Not for Ginny enthusiasts.
ZeldaQueen: Trust me folks, that there is a massive understatement.
Character Deaths. Time Travel. Avenging!Harry.
ZeldaQueen: Is that like an avenging angel?
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July 31, 2018
ZeldaQueen: Technically that's only one year, but meh.
Harry Potter was enjoying his Sunday morning. He had just turned thirty-eight years old. He had three wonderful children and a wife he loved. He had a quiet morning planned before the boisterous party occurred in the afternoon and early evening.
ZeldaQueen: Aw, isn't this sweet? Just seems like nothing will go wrong, eh?
His wife loved birthday parties…even for her 'oldest child,' Harry.
ZeldaQueen: Erm, what? Is DW implying that Ginny has some bizarre mother-son thing going for her husband?
"Speak of the devil…" Harry murmured when Ginny came into Harry's study with a plate full of something that smelled good.
ZeldaQueen: "Speak of the devil"? Oh I see what you did thar!
"I baked it fresh this morning…"
ZeldaQueen: (Ginny) "Hippogriff droppings. Yum, yum!"
"It smells lovely, but isn't it a touch early for birthday cake?"
ZeldaQueen: Hey, it's never to early for any sort of cake!
Ginny gave an odd sort of laugh. "It's coffee cake, silly. Blueberry and cinnamon. Found the recipe in one of mum's old books."
Harry lit up in a smile. "I always did love Molly's cooking." Harry pulled the plate from his wife's hand and took a bite.
ZeldaQueen: Wah? He bit her hand?
Ginny looked at her husband as he chewed.
ZeldaQueen: (Ginny) "Um Harry? Do you think maybe you could chew with your mouth closed? It's just that the crumbs get everywhere and I just cleaned..."
"We'll have chocolate cake for pudding after dinner…"
"Brilliant."
Ginny walked out of the room and Harry quickly spat out the disgusting coffee cake. It had smelled so promising, too. He loved Ginny, he really did, but she surely hadn't inherited her mother's talent for cooking and baking.
ZeldaQueen: See this? That's the author showing us that Harry really does love Ginny! Of course! It's not his fault what's going to happen!
"I hope she got the elves to bake the birthday cake," Harry muttered.
ZeldaQueen: Ah yes, after years of Hermione crusading for House Elf rights, after his friendship with Dobby and Kreacher, Harry would keep House Elves. And yes, I know he has Kreacher. Note the plural though.
The cake had certainly not been very sweet and had a rather unpleasant, even metallic taste to it. Par for the course. Ginny managed to screw up nearly every kind of baked good. The kitchen was usually the domain of the elves or Harry. The lessons he had learned the hard way at the hands and fists of the Dursleys were ones he still practiced.
ZeldaQueen: See? Ginny sucks! And her food isn't sweet! See what the author did thar?
Harry did try to ensure his children had some skill in the kitchen. He had taught all three of his children some basic cooking skills… He smiled thinking about his little brood. He loved each of his children: his Gryffindor James, his Ravenclaw Albus, and his Hufflepuff Lily. Each was a perfect person, flaws and all. James smiled thinking of the time the three of them had last pranked him: a hair growth potion did have quite a few possible uses, didn't it?
ZeldaQueen: Ah yes, Saint Harry is rhapsodizing about his kids. Not that I don't think canon Harry didn't love his children but c'mon, "you'll share a room with Al when I want the house demolished" and the above musings don't quite mesh. And "James smiled"? Shouldn't that be Harry?
He'd wanted a larger family, but Ginny hadn't become pregnant again. Such is Potter-style luck.
ZeldaQueen: Ginny sucks, don't you know? Shame on her for not being able to get pregnant. Potter-style luck? What? I wasn't aware that the Potter family before them had trouble having children. And three children is hardly a small family.
He contented himself with three beautiful children&hellip
The thought stopped in his head as he suddenly felt sick to his stomach.
ZeldaQueen: Huh. Harry must have been reading this fic with me.
He was also in severe pain which just added to his wave of nausea.
He stumbled to his feet. "Ginny," he called out.
ZeldaQueen: (Harry) "Fetch me the Gas-X and clear out the bathroom! I think I'm going to be awhile!"
He made it downstairs before he was doubled over in pain. Then he came across the dining room. His children…his beautiful children…were all seated, slumped forward, but none of them were breathing.
ZeldaQueen: So wait, Harry is able to stumble around while in pain but his kids just sat nicely at the table while they died?
"Help! Ginny, help."
Harry slumped against the table. His hand was out feeling for Albus' pulse. Nothing. James had none. Little Lily…oh, god. She was dead as well.
ZeldaQueen: You know, when people aren't breathing, they usually are considered dead. And again, Harry is dying and has time to check for pulses?
"Ginny!"
Finally Harry saw his wife saunter slowly from the kitchen.
"You're still moving, Harry? I wouldn't have expected that with the dose I gave you…"
ZeldaQueen: Ginny's EEEVILLLL!!!
"You? You killed my children?"
ZeldaQueen: Erm, unless this is an M-Preg fanfic, I believe they're Ginny's kids too...
Ginny laughed. "You think I wanted to be a brood mare for your messy haired children? I had a career before I married you, Harry, now I can go back to Quidditch and have the Potter fortune and fame to my name. The sad widow. Because of the stupid Potter entailment rules, I just had to wait for the last child to reach age 12 before I enacted my little plan. Otherwise I'd have done this years earlier, you foolish –"
ZeldaQueen: Holy heck, the author doesn't waste time getting to business! And I don't buy this. Nope. If Ginny didn't want to have children, she would have told Harry from the beginning. And Harry would never have forced her. Even if he did, for some reason, she would have left him, not gone to an elaborate plot to murder all of them. That's not to mention the fact that Ginny still does have a career after she's married with kids!
Not to mention that the entire plan is just stupid. So Harry and his three children mysteriously drop dead from poisoning and Ginny is the only one left, with no one to blame the deaths on. Yeah, realllll smart there. Even if she wasn't arrested, she'd probably fall under a lot of stigmata, especially when everyone finds out that she conveniently gets a lot of money afterward. Look at how many people hate Courtney Love, for crying out loud!
As for the "Potter entailment rules", what? Okay, so how does that work? The widow can only inherit her husband's money when the kids are a certain age? Well why twelve? What significance does that have? And why would the money only pass to her if they were older? If the rest of the Potter family was dead, where else would the fortune go? It's not really like Harry's got some distant cousin who'd inherit it.
Add in the fact that it's pretty much lifted from any soap opera and I'd like to say "fail"
At that, Harry wandlessly broke his wife's neck.
ZeldaQueen: . . .
Well that was decisive of him
He was crying in pain and grief for his children, but he'd never shed a tear for that woman. If he survived this, he would pay to have her soul excised by a necromancer. All remnants of her life and soul should be removed from the world.
He summoned his wand from his study and began sending Patronus messaging spells out as fast as he could manage. He called for the Potter elves for help. He then clutched his nearest child, poor little Albus, as he succumbed to the darkness.
ZeldaQueen: You know, I don't seem to recall him showing this level of hatred for Voldemort, the guy who killed Harry's parents. And I love how Harry's dying of poison and was still able to muster the strength to snap Ginny's neck and muse over how much he suddenly hates her, without any regret or confusion as to why she did what she did.
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August 3, 2018
Harry woke up in St. Mungo's three days after his children died – and he executed his wife for familial betrayal (which the purebloods of old had put and kept on the books as a crime).
ZeldaQueen: Oh, he executed her. Yes, DW, dress it up as nice as you want. He murdered Ginny. And what's that about the purebloods of old? I don't understand. Is it supposed to be that Harry is justified in murdering his wife like that? Sounds an awful lot like stoning one's adulterous wife to death because the Bible puts down that you should (apologies if I got the reference wrong).
Harry was visited by his Healers first, but he couldn't even ask about his own condition.
"Did my children suffer?"
ZeldaQueen: Don't worry Harry, they escaped from this fic as fast as possible. They're all the happier for it.
Healer Magnusson tried to shake his head, but he ended up shrugging.
ZeldaQueen: That must have looked strange.
"They each consumed the cake, where you only had some in your mouth before spitting it out. I'd suspect the compound acted quickly…"
ZeldaQueen: What? How does that even work? I wasn't aware that if one doesn't digest poison, it still hurts you. And if the cake tasted so bad, I find it hard to believe that three kids would eat it instead of spitting it out also.
"What did she poison us with?"
"We're still trying to figure it out, Mr. Potter. The Aurors found the remainder of that vile concoction in the kitchen…"
"I don't care what it costs. Find out. I have to know how she destroyed my family…" Harry wasn't crying at this, but his voice was filled with emotion stronger than mere anger.
ZeldaQueen: HARRY-SMASH!
"I'm very sorry, Mr. Potter."
"Thank you." It was genuine, but the Healer left the room wondering if Harry would have preferred not surviving the poisoning.
ZeldaQueen: I agree. Better that he had escaped this fanfiction with Ginny and the kids.
Kingsley Shacklebolt and the leaders of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement were next.
"Harry," the Minister of Magic tried to begin.
ZeldaQueen: It's not that hard to say, Minister. First an "H" and then an "A"...
"I know why you're here. Bring me a pensieve and my wand and I'll show you…"
ZeldaQueen: For some reason, this brings me back to Aro and his porn touch.
One of the Auror Captains, Urdroot, already had the stone basin in his arms. Harry pulled the memory from his head and dropped it into the rune-carved receptacle.
ZeldaQueen: Please leave all memories that are not in use in the correct receptacle! We must keep our minds clear of pollution.
Several heads went inside and several heads came out minutes later with shock and revulsion writ large.
ZeldaQueen: *snorts at that sentence*
"I've known her for twenty years. I never would have thought…" Kingsley said.
ZeldaQueen: Neither would anyone, Kingsley. Out-Of-Character-itis can strike even the strongest of characters
"Check her corpse for the usual signs of Imperius or other mind control spells or potions," Harry said. "I don't think you'll find them. She seemed normal in my study – and then insane after my children were dead. She was an actress in the worst sense of the word. I don't think she's been right in the head for a long time, if ever."
ZeldaQueen: And nobody noticed that she suddenly went crazy at some point? I could possibly see Harry missing it, but surely Ginny and Hermione met at some point and I know Hermione would notice something was wrong.
"If ever". Oh yeah, because Ginny's been crazy her entire life. Suck it.
Kingsley tried to coax Harry into talking as one friend to another, but Harry bucked and weaved his way through every question. As Kingsley was leaving, Harry said one last thing. "I'll be back in the office in a few days, Minister, but I'll be turning in my resignation. I can't do this any more…"
"Heal for now, Harry. We'll talk more about that when you get out."
ZeldaQueen: (Kingsley) " - of this fanfic. It does wonders for you!"
Then, for his final act of his hellish day, he had three reporters summoned, along with another pensieve.
"I want the true story of what happened to be reported. My attorney, Lord Stanhope, is documenting this entire meeting. Here is my memory of what happened…"
ZeldaQueen: Oh yes, Harry, the guy who pretty much hated the media, who was dragged through the mud and mocked by them, is going to use them now. And "Lord Stanhope"? Why not "Mister"?
The journalists came out of the experience even more traumatized than Harry would have expected.
ZeldaQueen: Please. That wouldn't even bother a Muggle reporter in this day and age. The media drinks that sort of stuff right up
"Let it be known that Ginny Weasley is forever banished from the House of Potter for familial betrayal. May the wraiths of hell hunt her down."
ZeldaQueen: Excuse me folks, let me laugh outrageously for a minute here.
HA HA HA HA HA HA! HA HA HA! HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!
Right. Because canon clearly shows that Harry was such a formal fellow and talked like an eighteenth-century aristocrat. Also, "the House of Potter"? What? Even if there was such a thing (which we never see any indicator of), there's one tiny little problem - Harry is not an upper-class, hoity-toity, twit of the year! Even if he belonged to a House, he wouldn't invoke its rules or pay attention to it! He's an ordinary guy! That's also why he wouldn't use the "purebloods of old" thing to justify murdering Ginny! If anything, Harry was almost completely soured towards old, pure-blood families. he'd never try to be like them.
It was only the oldest of the pureblood families that ever used post-mortem disownment, but Harry knew all of the laws and customs. For his old job as Head Auror, he'd had to know them all.
ZeldaQueen: And that makes it perfectly alright for him to use them.
He took a Dreamless Sleep and slept for twelve hours. No dreams meant no tears.
ZeldaQueen: Blaugh! So emo!
Onward to: Chapter 1: Even The Hardest Stones Crumble (Part 2)
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Date: 2010-05-05 03:39 pm (UTC)I know about Twilight! Meyer does find a way to ruin things further than I could expect. Not a good talent to have if I say so myself. And I can't really get why she does that. One of the things that make Eliza's story for me is when things fly over her head and I trick and surprise her. It makes her more real to me.
XD I haven't had that problem with LotR, but that's because I haven't even watched the movies so I can't judge.
And I'm all for loving something because it's so bad that it's fun. I love Rhapsody because of that. That game is so horrible that it makes me roll over with laughter. It brings out the MSTer in me. I can't play that game in silence at all!
Then you have fans like Cleolinda who I adore. Lulz fans are the best since they know that it's bad but enjoy it because it's fun. I mean, it was fans who brought us the beauty of Growing up Cullen.
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Date: 2010-05-05 04:58 pm (UTC)I've only seen the movies. XD I tried to read the books, but I just couldn't figure out what was going on. I also saw the Ralph Bakshi version once, which I also had a dickens of a time figuring out (I recommend it for the silliness though - Samwise alone is hilarious with lines like "Oh my! Oh HO-raay!" *claps madly* Same with "Return of the King")
I think that that's the best reason to love something! :D Laughter is the best medicine, after all, and MSTing is fun for friends. XD
Cleolinda's great! I love her 15-minute movies and Twilight recaps. From what I've seen of GUC, that's also hilarious. ^_^