4 Works in Amelia Bones & Susan Bones
Mia, Melia, Madam Bones. What will they see when they say her name when she's gone?
The halcyon days of her childhood. A grandfather clock. Hogwarts. The calm before the storm. The First Wizarding War. The total collapse of the world she knew. Then, rebuilding it from the rubble, brick by brick. The hand print she has left on the Ministry of Magic. The dawn of Second Wizarding War. A dazzling green light.
She wonders if they will see the stars in her marrow.
( —the life and times of Amelia Susan Bones. )
- Part 1 of burning bright
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Original Work, Naruto
16 Aug 2018
I have an account on this website and it took me a month to get, so instead of just reading other works, I'm also going to post my own.
A collection of twenty-six canon-compliant one-shots about various HP characters of varying genres.
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
18 Oct 2014
When she was small, Susie’s aunt Amelia had taken her to work whenever her parents asked her to babysit. She toddled around her office. When Susie was older, she got to sit under her aunt's desk in court and listen to her give out rulings, verdicts, decrees.
There was tradition there, scripts and structure, and Susie had felt herself lean into them, comforted, strengthened. Over the years, she saw so many ways the system could be corrupted. Umbridge used it like a blunt weapon and blood purists had snuck into it for years like burrowing termites, undermining the foundations, making it their own home.
When Susan Bones was twenty-three she would look across her steaming mug and the Ministry breakroom table, and see Hermione aching to burn it all down to ashes. Susan wanted to scour it to its roots, instead, wear it down to its rebar and concrete, and then rebuild from the old, worn foundations on up.
“Your parents died for you,” Susie told Harry Potter once. “My aunt died for this. Now either shut up and get me a fresh cup of coffee or try to drag me out of here before I finish this.”
But that was a war away. That was a childhood away from now.