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The Cupboard Under The Stairs

“You’re not listening to me, Dumbledore!  Bars!  Bars were over the window!”  Molly was mad enough she was having a hard time not yielding to the temptation to conjure a frying pan to smack some of the instruments scattered about the desk.  “Oh, I didn’t believe them at first, but when Arthur came in later!  He wasn’t strong enough to carry them, he had to levitate those bars!  They were worse than what I’ve seen in the Ministry cells!”

An Excerpt from The Glorious Revolution:

I like using flashbacks. I find that they are a useful way of giving back story that helps the narrative move along. However, as a reader I'm not so big a fan. I've tried to analyse why this is so as it strikes me as a tad hypocritical to say one thing and do another.

I was feeling my balances.  That’s important sometimes.  Maybe one lousy thing that happens makes some good things lose their mass.  And the houses of our demeanors make their bricks from the clay at hand, or something like that.  And I feel that it’s maybe more often than we believe that we have a choice in what gets used, because it stands to reason that if we aren’t utterly immobile or asleep or something, we have a say in what we’re building ourselves from, and what we grow in our gardens.

I was also feeling my balances because Ron and I had finally found our way to a pub and planted ourselves in a corner, and currently balance was something in scarce supply, in the sense that I had been introduced to firewhisky and it was currently slapping me around, in a kind of benevolently awful way.

Not a Brit phrase, I know, but in the sense of when you want to sit down and have a good read of a fic you like who do you pick. Mine is currently _kb_ , who is yours?

The next things that happened were the school doctor coming in and kicking my tires and things were ducky for a bit, and then my Dad and Tonks and Lupin came in, and then there was a conversation about what was going on with my magic, and then Dumbledore turned up, and there was a little excitement while we ran around the school, and then a few accidents happened and I had a talk with someone who sounded like me but wasn't, and I had two new reasons to be pissed at the old wizard and lots of questions about what I was supposed to become, and someone got the stupid beaten out of them, and I'm only telling you this now because it's just stressful to have to wait for things to unfold in a story and I want to spare you that worry, so that if I take a little sidetrack or backtrack you'll still know what's coming and not feel like you're being kept in the dark needlessly, like for instance Ginny and I had this talk before all the Hogwarts business and I just went right past it, didn't talk about it at all, but I was thinking about it the whole time leaving the chamber and it was just that I didn't want to keep the whole story from you and figured you'd rather hear about Sirius' time in jail and Trelawney's stupid life story than have me break that up and natter on about some other thing that had nothing to do with either of those things, but that's all done and it's time to natter.

I don't have to breathe. I'm writing.

I've been wading through That Terrifying Momentum by Caleb Nova and to be honest I found it hard going. There are huge swathes (sometimes whole chapters) that could be edited out and not affect the story. That is if the author wanted it to be a HP story, which I'm guessing he doesn't care one way or another.

It made me think about how far can a fic go without it being actually part of the universe it claims to inhabit. A fic does't have to be Harry centric but making the main character an OC, I think, takes the whole thing too far.

This made the whole family giggle...

Harry watched her pile mashed potatoes, roast beef, chicken legs, peas, sweet potatoes and mint humbugs, among many other things.

10 points to the house of your choice if you can spot the error.

Right. This forum is exclusively for requests to links to fics that people have forgotten in some form or another, and are trying to find the story again.

I'll start, since I've had one bugging me all week. I read a part of a fanfic a long time ago, and something about it stuck in my head. For the life of me, I cannot remember what it was called, or enough key words to nail it via google.

Here's what I'm debating. I have a two-sided coin right now in the form of a non-sequitur memory of Deasil's that is followed by the scene that follows the end of the last chapter, and then a small cliffhanger that follows those two.