annafugazzi | hp10k_showcase fics #11, 12, 13

Title: Pour Faire un Choix/ To Make a Choice
Author: oldenuf2nb
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: EWE, Language, flangst, hurt/comfort
Word Count: 9,601
Summary: Life is all about choices. Some, you can only make for yourself.
Author's notes: Thanks to my incredible beta team, sansa1970, amightypenguin, and eynhashofet. And to my darling sassy_cissa, for holding my hand and putting up with my whining when my muse repeatedly ran me into brick walls.
I am writing to raise awareness for: AIDS Prevention, Education, and Research

Excerpt: "Listen to me. I know that Ron and Hermione have made their feelings pretty clear. As, no doubt, have the Weasleys and everyone else. And am I a fan of Malfoy? Not particularly. He's improved a little, but he's still a right git. But when he looks at you, when you don't know that he's looking…" Neville shook his head, a sad smile pulling at his lips. "The man loves you."

Rec: This was lovely, though heartbreaking. I liked that I so totally thought I knew exactly where this fic was going - twice - and got it wrong both times.

And Neville? Is just totally made of awesome :) :) :)
Title: Scenes From a Remarkable Marriage
Author: sassy_cissa
Pairings: Severus/Hermione, past Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: AU, complete disregard for DH, character death (not Snape or Hermione), miscarriage
Word Count: approx 8,600
Summary: To most people, Hermione Granger and Severus Snape were an unlikely couple. But Minerva McGonagall had been in a position to know them both well, and saw what others could not.
Author's notes: Thanks to my incredible beta team, eeyore9990 whose constant reassurance kept me writing and gabe_speaks whose red pencil I love to hate. Also to sansa1970 for her valuable opinion and to all the 10k showcase participants whose mere presence made me go outside my comfort zone and try something new. And gigantic thanks to oldenuf2nb - not only for holding my hand and listening to me whine about my sanity in writing this pairing for the first time, but for the fabulous art that absolutely makes this story come to life. Her cause is AIDS Awareness/Prevention/Research.

I am writing to raise awareness for: Organ and Tissue donation.
We are all familiar with the untimely death of Natasha Richardson. Just this week it was announced that her family requested for her organs be donated.

Organ donation...truly the gift of a lifetime.

Excerpt: "Well," he mused, lips twisting. "If there must be someone invading my lab, I should consider myself fortunate that Minerva found someone who knows what they're doing."

Granger was irritating, but she, unlike her little friends, had a fine mind.

Rec: OK, guilty secret? Much as I love DH-compliancy, I wistfully remember the days when we didn't know what the final confrontation was going to be like, and we could imagine all sorts of things: armies amassing, decades of conflict, one single combat, Muggles getting involved, secret missions, dystopias, whatever, all was fair game. There's (almost) no more of those being written any more, and that's too bad. But! This one! Disregards DH completely and takes you in a few totally new directions. Cool!
Title: A Tale of Two Tents
Author: who_la_hoop
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: A strong PG-13
Warnings: Epilogue-compliant(ish!), much silliness, incompetent fist-fights and a distressing lack of jokes involving the words and phrases 'tent' 'your pocket' and 'or are you just pleased to see me'. I couldn't even fit in a pun on the word 'camp'. How rubbish am I?
Word Count: ~10,350 (alas, even when I try to write a short fic, I still can't get it to fit in one post! :D)
Summary: When Scorpius and Al take their parent's rivalry to a whole new level, Hogwarts is forced to intervene. Or, how Harry and Draco went camping, encountered mud, and managed to survive with all their limbs intact.
Author's notes: Thanks to the hp10k gang for being generally awesome and putting up with me, even though I have been more than usually AWOL of late. Thanks also to bryoneybrynn, whose prompt from ages back inspired this fic. Tragically, I actually made myself laugh a couple of times whilst writing this, so I hope you'll all laugh along with me <3

I am writing to raise awareness for: eating disorders – although my fic has nothing to do with the subject whatsoever, being about camping, mud and general mayhem :D

Excerpt: Harry looked at the tent. The tent failed to look back. It failed, in fact, to look like anything other than a tent – and a crap one at that.

Rec: I hate hate haaaate teambuilding exercises with a passion. This fic brought back so many memories of all the stupid pointless exercises I have been forced to undergo, and all the things I so dearly wish I could've said while being forced to undergo them :D :D :D

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