30 day Writing Challenge
Write a fanfiction.
I actually really love fanfiction, when it is done well. The fact that these characters we have all read about spark imagination in someone else is magical and to imagine their lives beyond what is canon can be quite interesting.
From a writers POV, I find it’s nice to write because it gives me a break from my own work. For the most part, the rules are already written, the characters have their own personalities and backgrounds and there’s a plot to be worked from so it doesn’t require as much thinking as trying to learn your own characters. Fanfic is nice to write, and I find it gives me that all important practise practise practise!
With that in mind, please enjoy one of my own fanfictions based on the characters and story of JK Rowling’s Harry Potter Series.
Her red hair was piled high on her head, a simple tiara sat atop. The beautiful white dress molded against her curves, made to be worn by her and her alone. Ginny Weasley looked at the woman in the mirror staring back, and tried to find familiar features. If she looked hard enough she could see her brown eyes and her hard jaw line that was so similar to the twins. And yet she was astounded at how beautiful she looked. Eyes swimming, she looked up at her sister-in-law.
“Fleur, ho-. I mean- Well. How did you do this?”
“Ah Ginny, your beauty is already ‘zer. I merely en’anced eet,” Fleur said as she looked at Ginny.
“You’ve done an amazing job Fleur, really. I’m so impressed,” said her mother dabbing the tears from her eyes.
“Mrs Weasley, don’t cry. You’ll ruin your make-up,” Hermione said subtly wiping her own eyes. Molly pulled Hermione in a one armed hug.
“If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a million times. You must call me Molly! It could be you next after all,” she said, her voice wobbling with emotion as Hermione smiled self consciously.
“Are we all decent ladies?” Said a voice from the behind the door.
“Yes, yes come in Arthur!” Said Molly, rushing to the door and throwing it open. Ginny fidgeted, swallowed loudly and the nervous ball in her stomach tightened as she met her father’s eyes.
Harry took a deep breath and grinned at Ron. They were heading to the alter that had been set up in the Weasley’s garden, which had been transformed in to something, well, magical. The two walked in companionable silence, each contemplating the day ahead.
“Nervous mate?” Ron said, the first to break the silence.
“Well, sort of. I don’t want to screw it up to be honest,” Harry said with a half smile, trying not to show the fear which was threatening to shatter him. Ron stopped walking, a strange expression on his face.
“Harry, how you can possibly be worried about screwing things up. You’ve known Ginny since you were eleven. She’s seen you through all your awkwardness and still, well you know, fancies you. So I wouldn’t worry. You know. Not too much,” The two stood in an awkward silence, avoiding each other’s eyes until, seemingly at the same time, they walked forward and embraced.
“You’ve always been like a brother to me Harry, now stop being silly and get in position. It’s time to get married.
Arthur Weasley had never been prouder than at this moment. Though his joyous mood was coupled with sadness as he realised that his little girl wasn’t so little any more. When the door had opened, he only saw Molly’s tearful eyes for a moment until Ginny had his complete attention. Heartbreakingly beautiful, he had held back tears and swallowed the lump in his throat as she gave him a nervous smile.
“How do I look Daddy?” She had asked him and he couldn’t answer, for fear his emotions would get the better of him. Instead he held out his arm and she moved forward to take it, her dress flowing behind her. She had gripped his arm tight as he bent down to kiss her head, never finding the words to justify her beauty.
And now the two of them waited for their cue, as Hermione, Fleur and Luna made their way down the aisle in their matching red and gold dresses. Arthur opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter his words of love, her music played.
She took his arm once again and in that moment he saw her whole life the way it had been, and how it would now change. On a day when he thought he could ask for more, Arthur wished for only one thing – that Ginny knew the magic that he had only found with her mother.
The reporter covering the marriage of the famous Harry Potter was excited to be there. Although Harry’s famous dislike for reporters was no secret, Riley was sure he could restore Mr. Potter’s faith. Although the sentiment did not stop him being searched for a quick quotes quill upon his arrival.
The wedding venue had shocked many when announced, the general consensus being that it would be a place fitting his status. But alas, an unknown back garden had left a few readers disappointed. But as Riley looked around the grand marquee, she wouldn’t have changed a single detail.
The bridesmaids had looked stunning as they walked down the aisle, sporting the colours of Godric Gryffindor. But they were outshone by the bride herself who, at that moment, was the epitome of beauty. Riley turned to look at the groom and was touched, as she always was, by the look of wonder on the grooms face. She was sure no matter how hard she looked, she would not find anyone who looked half as happy as Harry did as he saw his bride.
Ron watched as his sister walked down the aisle, her arm entwined with their fathers. They both wore identical nervous smiles and while his father nodded at anyone, Ginny only had eyes for Harry. Ron looked at Hermione and perhaps sensing he was watching she caught his eyes and winked and he honestly thought he had never seen her look more beautiful. And he realised he never wanted to be apart from her.
“Harry!” He whispered urgently. “Harry!”
“What?” Harry replied out of the side of his mouth, not looking anywhere but at Ginny, their eyes locked. Ron panicked as he realised how close they had gotten. He needed to ask now.
“I’m going to ask Hermione to marry me, today. You know if you don’t mind. Please,” he said, holding his breath as he silently pleaded Harry to say yes. His heart in his throat, Ron watched as his best friend and brother nodded with a smile. Relief and joy spread through his body as his father took Ginny’s hand and pressed it into Harry’s. He looked at Hermione again as tears filled her eyes, hearing his father whispered warning to Harry.
“Look after her.”
And Hermione’s eyes met his, Ron promised he would do just that.
There were empty seats the day that Ginny Weasley became Mrs Potter and during the ceremony, Luna Lovegood felt her eyes drawn back to each of them. As the couple spoke their vows, she thought about those who filled those seats, even if they weren’t seen. Lily and James Potter would be holding hands, watching their son get married, Lily subtly wiping at her eyes. Sirius Black would watch his Godson, feeling nothing but happiness as he was surrounded by those who were dearest to him. Remus Lupin would look at his wife their son sat between them as they remembered when this was their day. Fred Weasley would watch his sister’s wedding with pride, and yet would still make whispered jokes to his twin. Dobby the house elf would sit with Kreacher the pair astounded they were part of the guest list. And the great Albus Dumbledore would delight in the ceremony, watching serenely, a calming presence for everyone.
And for a moment, Luna found herself wondering what would happen if those missing really were there. Would they all be sat there so calmly not fearing an attack from the dark wizard that had caused so much pain? Luna tried to imagine a life still ruled by fear, and then felt a twinge of guilt as she realised she would not have the wedding any other way. She looked back at the seemingly empty seats and saw Dumbledore wave away her guilt, completely understanding her line of thought.
She only vaguely heard the ‘I do’s’ but even so clapped along with everyone else as Harry and Ginny Potter kissed. As a loud crack resonated through the air, Luna’s heart jumped and for a moment she feared the worst. She was relieved to see she wasn’t the only one. A beautiful song filled the air as a stunning phoenix soared gracefully down the aisle to land on Harry’s shoulder.
“Fawkes?” She heard Harry say in disbelief and she realised the bird had not been seen since the death of Dumbledore. She looked at the empty chairs once more, knowing only one person could have sent Fawkes to the wedding. Luna smiled as she listened to the phoenix’s song and the gift sent from the grave by those wishing they could be there.