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I finished the drabbles/ficlets from my meme. Woo hoo! They range in length from 100 to 350 words (basically, whatever came out of my head at the spur of the moment). Enjoy!

( Watson and women (Holmes POV) )

( Beachy old Holmes/Watson )

( Young Holmes/Watson: “to watch” )

( Harry Potter / Sherlock Holmes crossover )

( Holmes/Watson and a little bit of mystery with veratiserum from HP universe )

( Holmes/Watson: springtime )

And to all the participants in the snarry_games! I think the winners were all of us who were able to read such amazing works!

Hi everyone,

My snarry_games Team Wartime story, The Last Horcrux is now up! Woo hoo!

Summary: In the aftermath of Harry's duel with Voldemort, Harry and Severus realize that there is one last Horcrux that has yet to be destroyed.

While my original chosen genres were angst and romance, this story also has a strong humor element to it.

Go on. Run, don’t walk. Click on over and read, grade, and review:

The Last Horcrux

Talk about a surreal moment…

I was out all day, and came home to find my mother on the Internet. Not at all unusual. But then she called me over.

“Who wrote this story?” she asked.

“What story?” I said.

“This great story about Harry Potter.”

I looked over her shoulder and saw she was reading Gladly Beyond Any Experience by femmequixotic from the snarry_olympics. She must have found the story in the browser’s memory or something.

“Er…” I said.

“It’s really well written,” Mom gushed.

“Er…” I continued helplessly.

“This person should be a professional writer,” she enthused. “This is better than what J.K. does.”

Panic began to set in. I realized that I had really better warn her about what she was reading. “Just to let you know, Snape and Harry kind of get together.” I said, very, very quietly.

“Oh, I already figured that out,” she replied. “Now go away so I can read this.”

I left.

The last I heard she was at the point where Severus and Harry go to eat at the gay bar.

Yes, my almost 60 year old mother has discovered NC-17 Snarry. I don’t know whether to laugh or crawl up in a hole and die. Not that I have a problem with her reading Snarry (because everyone should read Snarry). But I don’t want to know she’s doing it. And I really don’t want her to know I’m reading it. My god, what if she asks me for recs?!

ETA: My mother just finished the story and said, "Oh, that was so cute!" Then she wanted to talk about it. I'm feigning exhaustion and hiding in my bedroom.

Well, arrmaitee and I wrote another Crack!Fic SLASH PARODY.

In this politically-correct "PWPWP" (Porn without the Plot without the Porn), Harry embarks on an all important quest to find Albus Dumbledore's will. Much censored shagging ensues.

Harry is paired with EVERYONE!

Click on over to Arrmaitee’s LJ and enjoy Who Has The Will?

Go on, click. You know you want to. And I promise you it will be so worth it.

Written for jamie2109 and nocturnali's AWDT challenge prompt: a letter that includes 'I'm sorry, he's dead,' or 'I'm sorry he's dead.'

Thanks to jamie2109 for the beta. *big hugs*

Title: The Letter
Author: Daylyn
Pairing: SS (gen)
Rating: G
Length: 801 words
Disclaimer: Nope. Still not mine.
Summary: Severus sends weekly letters to his father. Finally, he receives a reply.


The Letter

Severus was surprised by the owl’s arrival and even more surprised by the sender. While he had been writing every week to his father at the West Yorkshire Home for the Old Aged and Infirmed, he had never once received a reply.

He wondered why he would receive a letter now, less than a week before he was about to leave Hogwarts as a fully-trained wizard. Tobias Snape always claimed to loathe his son’s “freakish” nature. Severus wondered if perhaps his father had a change of heart as he lay in his hospital bed, with the cancer caused by years of working in the mill slowly eating him away.

Severus felt the curious stares from his Slytherin classmates, for he rarely received mail, especially not since his mother’s death. He kept it hidden from view, knowing that it was unwise to announce a connection to his Muggle father in the current Slytherin climate.

Finally, late that night, sitting alone by the fire in his Common Room, he opened the letter with shaking hands.
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Well, arrmaitee and I have been busy writing another SLASH PARODY again. This time we take on the oh-so-easy-to-mock Goblet of Fire.

You've all seen the film… several times. But for those of you craving an unauthorized, uncensored view of what really happened during Harry's saucy, slashy fourth year at Hogwarts, click on over to Arrmaitee’s LJ and read:

The UNAUTHORIZED Goblet of Fire

We had a blast writing it – go and enjoy.

Written for jamie2109 and nocturnali's AWDT challenge prompt, “It was a summer rain.”

Title: Summer Rains
Pairing: HP/SS
Rating: PG
Length: 1,335 words
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Summary: A series of rainy moments in Severus Snape’s life.


Summer Rains

It was a summer rain when the Dark Lord died, and my broken body lay in a muddy puddle at Harry Potter’s feet. He knelt down beside me, clutching me, his green eyes flashing with madness. “Damn you!” he cried. “You saved me again. Why do you always save me?”

There was no way to answer him. I could feel the blood pouring from me, soaking into my black robes. “You bastard,” he cried out again. “You’re going to live. You’re going to fucking live.” I would have argued with him, if only for old time’s sake, to lecture him again in my teaching voice. But the darkness was calling.

“Why did you do it?” I heard him ask, on the edge of my awareness. There was no way to answer a question like that. I, who had sacrificed everything because of a foolish mistake in my youth, had now sacrificed my life for the son of my enemy. It seemed that Albus was right about me after all. He always did know me better than I knew myself.

“Help me! Help him!” he cried out as Aurors appeared around us. I would have told him not to bother, but the darkness finally claimed me.

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