Other People's Sandboxes

Title: Memento Mori
Author: velvetmouse
Recipient: r_becca for the 2010 springtime_gen exchange.
Character(s): Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter & Others
Rating: PG
Warnings: Very AU, bordering on crack!fic; the mental gymnastics required to deal with time travel cause-and-effect paradoxes; off-screen character death
Wordcount: 10,616
Summary: Voldemort is dead, and everyone can finally get on with their lives.  Years later, the Dark Lord's personal effects are found, and it seems that he recorded more than anyone guessed.  A tale of change, memory and immortality found in the written word.
Author's Notes: Consider this an alternate time-stream from what we know happened in canon; the reasons for the differences will be explained, but not until the end.
Betas: The always amazing S.
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( Memento Mori )

Title: Justice
Word Count: 100.
Characters/Pairings: The Trio
Challenge: The Law
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They stopped in front of the statue of Justice; a tall, imposing woman, blindfolded, bearing her scales in one hand and sword in the other. They pondered this image silently.

They’d seen a lot of so-called justice in the last few years – the ministry’s spurious trial of Harry before their fifth year, Umbridge’s reign of terror. Oh yes, they’d seen a lot of “justice.”

“It’s good to remind ourselves of what justice should be.”

“Yeah.”

“What I don’t get is… Justice is blind, right? So howcome everyone says ‘in the eyes of the law?’ How can the law see?!”

Title: Worry
Word Count: 100.
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Ron
Challenge: Late
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Hermione was late, and that was enough to turn The Boy Who Lived into The Boy Who Paced Nervously.

“Where is she?” Harry muttered for the fifth time, taking yet another lap around the common room.

“She’s only 10 minutes late. Maybe she slept in,” Ron scolded.

“Hermione? Sleep in? That’s like saying maybe she forgot to do her homework. Maybe we should check on her.”

“Or maybe she is just getting ready, and will kick your arse for interrupting.”

Harry looked unconvinced. Exasperated, Ron threw up his hands in defeat. “Fine, go check on her. I’m going to breakfast.”