I mention on my about page that I like writing Fan Fiction, just for practice. So I thought I might share some of my best work with you. You can otherwise find a complete collection of my Harry Potter fan fiction here.
The following fanfics are all based on songs by Tool.
“I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down. No fault, none to blame. It doesn’t mean I don’t desire to point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over; to bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication. Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers, between supposed brothers.”
In May 1945, Albus Dumbledore defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald. A few days after this, Albus ponders his life and the schism which, nearly fifty years prior, tore his life apart. Can his brother forgive him? Can he forgive Gellert Grindelwald?
“I’m still right here, giving blood and keeping faith, and I’m still right here. If there were no rewards to reap, no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I’ve chosen here, I certainly would have walked away by now. I’m gonna wait it out. Be patient… If there was no desire to heal, the damaged and broken met along this tedious path I’ve chosen here, I certainly would have walked away by now. And I still may.”
Neville sits in St. Mungo’s, contemplating the futility of sitting there, hoping that his parents will get better and knowing they won’t; wondering if he’ll ever dare to allow himself a life; wishing that things had been different, that he’d had a mother’s arms to comfort him when he was sad, that he’d had a longer childhood and that he dared tear himself off the path of tedium and self-pity he is on to go talk to someone who cares…
“It’s not enough, I need more. Nothing seems to satisfy. I don’t want it; I just need it to breathe, to feel, to know I’m alive. Deep within the Borderline… Show me that you love me and that we belong together. Relax, turn around and take my hand. I’ll keep digging till I feel something!”
Since losing all his closest friends, Remus has nothing left to live for. It’s as though he has lost all sensation, and despair is pressing in from all sides. Indulging in alcohol and casual sex, Remus tries desperately to find something that will make him feel again, but in the end there is only one thing that can…
WARNING: This story contains homosexuality, graphic sexual imagery and strong alcohol abuse. DO NOT read this if you’re uncomfortable with these things.