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finluithiel) wrote2007-03-13 07:24 pm
finluithiel) wrote2007-03-13 07:24 pm
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fic recs
Because I haven't done one of these in a long while.
FANDOM: HARRY POTTER (Two Andromeda Black-centric fics.)
Title: Metamorphosis
Author: Lirazel
Rating: K+ (PG)
Genre: Angst/Drama
Status: Complete
Summary: Andromeda and her daughter navigate their way through bloodstains and transformations.
You are not a tentative person, you never have been. You charge into any situation without a thought beyond a new adventure or helping someone. But you’ve never been completely comfortable asking your mother questions. You don’t mind easy ones like, what year was Hogwarts founded? or can I get a new broom next time we’re in Diagon Alley? or how did Dad propose to you? Those questions Mum answers like anyone else’s mother, and that is that. But you’ve learned well over the years not to ask questions about Mum’s past; it only causes her pain.
But this question seems simple enough, and so you ask it.
And when you’re done, she does not look up from the cake pan she is filling, and all she says is, You don’t talk like me. You sound nothing like me. You talk like Regulus.
The changing of the voice is easy: you just focus on subtly shifting the shape and size of your vocal cords, though you have to experiment for a while before you get a sound that is just right. It’s the diction that’s hard, because really, you have to learn to think in a completely different way, and all you can do is be thankful that Matthew Clearwater doesn’t laugh at you in his loud Cockney way when you ask him to teach you how to talk like he does.
Title: A Keen Observer
Author: DeepDownSlytherin (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
callmepatsy)
Rating: K+ (PG)
Genre: General/Drama
Status: Complete
Summary: Andromeda says little, but she sees everything. Through their years at Hogwarts, she watches her sisters as one falls in love and one falls into madness, and doesn't see as a muggleborn boy breaks into her sheltered life.
The wizarding world was changing quickly in those times, but we were safe in our isolation, unaware of the coming turmoil, of the slow, steady rise of the man who would bring terror down on the world. We knew only that our family was wealthy and powerful, and we were secure in the knowledge that Blacks were above the dangers that faced common witches and wizards. We were young and we felt invincible.
We were close in age, one year apart like steps- Bella, me, and Narcissa- and we were close, back then. Father was gone in London nearly all the time, and Mother rarely saw us. We played often with our cousins, sometimes with the children of our parents' friends, but most often we were with each other. That was how we liked it best, we didn't need anyone else. They were extensions of me, we were three parts of a whole and not different people at all.
FANDOM: HARRY POTTER (Two Andromeda Black-centric fics.)
Title: Metamorphosis
Author: Lirazel
Rating: K+ (PG)
Genre: Angst/Drama
Status: Complete
Summary: Andromeda and her daughter navigate their way through bloodstains and transformations.
You are not a tentative person, you never have been. You charge into any situation without a thought beyond a new adventure or helping someone. But you’ve never been completely comfortable asking your mother questions. You don’t mind easy ones like, what year was Hogwarts founded? or can I get a new broom next time we’re in Diagon Alley? or how did Dad propose to you? Those questions Mum answers like anyone else’s mother, and that is that. But you’ve learned well over the years not to ask questions about Mum’s past; it only causes her pain.
But this question seems simple enough, and so you ask it.
And when you’re done, she does not look up from the cake pan she is filling, and all she says is, You don’t talk like me. You sound nothing like me. You talk like Regulus.
The changing of the voice is easy: you just focus on subtly shifting the shape and size of your vocal cords, though you have to experiment for a while before you get a sound that is just right. It’s the diction that’s hard, because really, you have to learn to think in a completely different way, and all you can do is be thankful that Matthew Clearwater doesn’t laugh at you in his loud Cockney way when you ask him to teach you how to talk like he does.
Title: A Keen Observer
Author: DeepDownSlytherin (
callmepatsy)Rating: K+ (PG)
Genre: General/Drama
Status: Complete
Summary: Andromeda says little, but she sees everything. Through their years at Hogwarts, she watches her sisters as one falls in love and one falls into madness, and doesn't see as a muggleborn boy breaks into her sheltered life.
The wizarding world was changing quickly in those times, but we were safe in our isolation, unaware of the coming turmoil, of the slow, steady rise of the man who would bring terror down on the world. We knew only that our family was wealthy and powerful, and we were secure in the knowledge that Blacks were above the dangers that faced common witches and wizards. We were young and we felt invincible.
We were close in age, one year apart like steps- Bella, me, and Narcissa- and we were close, back then. Father was gone in London nearly all the time, and Mother rarely saw us. We played often with our cousins, sometimes with the children of our parents' friends, but most often we were with each other. That was how we liked it best, we didn't need anyone else. They were extensions of me, we were three parts of a whole and not different people at all.