Stories from the Vault
Auction Teaser
By kokopelli
As you may well know, I've been asked to participate in an auction where various fanfic writers are auctioning off stories to help defray the medical expenses of Stacie, who is battling
cancer.
The details on this auction may be found at:
http://supportstacie.net/?page_id=221
Here's a teaser of something that I might write, depending upon the wishes of the winning bidder - minimum 2500 words, but I might write something longer if I get truly inspired.
My dearest Rose,
You’ve always encountered the difference between how the magical world perceives our family, and how it really is within the family. Recent events, of course, have been no exception to this warped mirror view. When your father was alive, he did his utmost to keep us out of the public eye – it was one thing to write about Ron Weasley the Auror (or later, Chief Auror) and another thing altogether to write about us. He did not per se retaliate against writers who broached this unwritten rule, but most of the scribblers understood that members of his family were not fair game.
I’ve always answered your questions as best as I could, and because you’ve asked in such a forthright manner, I’ll give you forthright answers.
No, I did not have your father killed.
No, I have not run through a succession of lovers during this year of widowhood – I’ve barely had the energy to limp into the classroom this last year.
Yes, there were a number of years when things were difficult between us, but as you will discover when the blush is off of your own marriage, that is not entirely uncommon.
I loved your father, and I was always faithful to him, and as far as I know, he was faithful to me.
Yes, I am seeing someone right now, but the relationship is not yet ready for exposure to the public eye.
The balance of your questions I’ll answer when I see you next during the holidays.
I have been cleaning out the house on the weekends, preparing it for sale. Your childhood things have been gone for years, but I discovered a box from my childhood that I thought would amuse you, including my first journal, which I thought I’d lost years ago when Nana’s house was sold.
Give Clark my love, and best wishes on your grant proposal – I believe your project has merit, and I’ll be flabbergasted if the grants panel thinks otherwise.
Your loving mum,
Hermione
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1 October – 4:15 p.m.
Hi.
My name is Hermione Granger, I’m nine years old.
This is my diary journal.
I live in Leeds, I go to school at Bellhaven Montessori School. Mummy and Daddy are both Dentists – Daddy works full time at a private surgery, and Mummy works part time at the University, teaching students how to become dentists.
Missus Davani was talking about journals today, explaining how writers and scientists and explorers all wrote down what they were thinking - every day, and how writing in a journal was an important thing to learn how to do.
I think a lot, every day, but I don’t write much. Some of what I think about is about school, but mostly it’s about what’s wrong with the books I read.
I love action and adventure, but why is it that the girls in books are so stupid?
I understand the bickering – I see enough of it among my classmates at school. What I don’t understand is why the chief end of girls seems to be doing something stupid and then getting rescued, or pining away for some Prince they don’t even know and then getting married.
Getting married takes a wedding - I’ve been to a wedding. It was pretty, but it didn’t even take up the entire afternoon (at least for me it didn’t take up the entire afternoon, but I didn’t have to get dressed in a white dress with many layers that looked scratchy and kept making noise whenever the bride moved.)
What’s the point? A wedding is one day, less than one day. Why doesn’t anyone ever write about the Ever After part?
HJG
No, I'm not making a dime on this project - it's a donation.
Copyright 2009 J Cornell - all rights reserved.
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JKR owns Harry Potter, but against the entire universe other than JKR, this is my story.
