Post by noctisangelus on Sept 1, 2006 14:56:38 GMT -5
Okay, okay, so it's depressing. Well, I certainly don't have a problem with that!! ;D
And I know that this has Peter Pan in it (spoiler warning for HP and Peter Pan, btw) but it's basically a Harry Potter story.
Disclaimer: I, very sadly, do not own Peter Pan. I own nothing to do with Peter Pan, such as the musical, the book, any Tinkerbell night-lights, jars of fake pixie dust, the movies, or Finding Neverland, for that matter. Oh, how I wish I did... but J. M. Barrie did, and he's *sniffle* dead, so, basically, none of this belongs to me. Oh, yes, and I don't own Harry Potter, either, but who cares about that?
Naw, it belongs to J. K. Rowling.
Summary: A young witch is sent to Hogwarts, along with her friend from the neighborhood. Soon, she begins to have feelings for her that she can’t understand. Femslash. Set in Harry’s first year. Joy.
For the Love of Peter
Chapter One: Kiera
If you were to pass down Chestnut Road, you would have thought it was a perfectly normal street. Large houses decorated by spacious lawns were dappled all up and down the street, and everything you could set your eyes on as you strolled down this lovely little road said one thing: kids. The tall oak trees in front and back yards alike had been attacked with wood and cunning design, creating tree houses of considerable size, some even stretching from tree to tree. You could hear the laughter of children carried on the gentle breeze, and see them peeking around corners. Bicycles rode up and down the street, honking as they passed. In fact, there was not a child absent from the street that lived there- save for one.
At the very end of the dead-end road, a smaller, more humble household stood lonely and bare. There were no bicycles, for they were used so rarely that they could store them in the garage, instead of leaving them out on the front porch until their next and imminent ride. The large oak tree in the front, a prime chance for a tree house, had not a single slab of wood anywhere on it, save the tree itself. There were no swing sets, no slides, not even a discarded water gun. There was just a house, plain and simple. And if you had listened very closely to the walls of this house as you strolled down the road, you would not have heard a thing.
Upstairs, in the bedroom furthest from the stairs and painted a deep blue, a young girl sat on her bed, humming. Her dirty-blonde hair fell over her face as she concentrated on the picture she was drawing. Bare feet swung from over the side of the bed, a pair of jeans complimented by a dark, black shirt that proudly claimed the phrase, “I Follow NO Rules… But My Own”. She had bright blue eyes and a spatter of freckles playing across her face. Though her room and attire seemed ominous enough, she wasn’t such a bad child. Usually.
Finally, as the humming stopped, she picked up her drawing. It depicted a well-drawn man, dressed all in black, with long metal shards coming from his hands. The label at the top said, “Edward Scissorhands”, and she was very proud of her work. It had taken her three and a half hours, but her patience paid off. She sighed, smiling, and stood from the bed, taking the picture with her. Going over to a wall made entirely of cork, she took a tack and placed the new drawing along with all the others. Edward fit perfectly among all the other characters there, which included people like Severus Snape, Yubaba, Erik, Christine Daae, and others from various movies.
Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. “Kiera!” the voice shouted. It was her mother. “You’ve been holed up in your room for too long, missy. Come on out, or I’ll have to blast the door open!”
Kiera bounded over her bed and to the door. Hair waving madly, she opened it. “I’ve been working on a new one, Mom. It’s finally done!”
Her mother was tall and slim, with long brown hair and deep blue eyes. Her thin little eyebrows flew into her hairline as she smiled a heavily-lipstick-coated smile and said excitedly, “Who this time? Show me!”
As Kiera led her mother to the corkboard, her mother gasped. “Edward?” she said, breathing heavily. She stepped closer to inspect the artwork. “Yes,” she said softly, “that’s the Eddie I know.”
Kiera snorted. “Please don’t go on about Johnny Depp. I frankly don’t get what you see in him. I mean, he’s got a humungo zit on his chin! Honestly,” she snorted, “you seem almost American. Besides,” she added, grinning a sideways smile, “I could always tell Dad that you don’t love him, but love some famous movie guy instead.”
Her mother laughed. “No, he already knows,” she replied, turning around and smiling. “You know who I think you should do next?”
Kiera raised her eyebrows suspiciously. “Who?”
Her mother grinned. “Wade Walker.”
The eleven-year-old glared at her mother. “You mean Johnny’s character from ‘Cry-baby’?
The young woman blushed. “Yes, that Wade. Who else could we possibly be talking about?”
With that, Mrs. Mason swept her daughter up and carried her out of the room, laughing and teasing like all good mothers do.
Downstairs in the kitchen, Kiera’s father, Tom, was stirring up a hot cup of tea. The sweet yet tangy aroma filled the room just as the other two entered the room and stood next to the tall man. He didn’t notice the two girls sneaking up next to him until they were breathing down his neck. Pausing for a moment, Kiera leaned in and whispered, “TOM!”
The handsome young man jumped about three feet into the air, spilling his tea all over the front of his shirt. “What did you do that for?” he yelled amidst howls of laughter.
Mrs. Angeline Mason smiled teasingly at her husband. “I’ll get it,” she smiled teasingly, and with a deft gesture, she whipped her long willow wand out of her pocket and waved it gracefully. The teacup, which has shattered on the floor, flew up swiftly and turned into a single, solid form. Another motion and it was filled with piping hot vanilla hazelnut tea, the family favorite. With a rather evil grin, the beautiful woman swept out of the kitchen, leaving her wand on the counter.
Tom watched her leave, green with envy. “My word,” he said good-naturedly, “is she not lucky? You witches have all the fun. Us Muggles can’t do anything…” With that eloquent statement, he lifted the small cup to his lips and took a small draw from it, sighing contentedly.
Kiera laughed. “I can’t wait until I go to Hogwarts. Then I’ll be able to make even better tea appear!”
Tom let out his own laugh in reply. “I dunno,” he said, grinning and patting his daughter on the shoulder, “I don’t think anyone could beat your mother’s lovely cooking.”
The young girl sighed mockingly. “Oh, well.” She skipped into the living room and threw herself onto the couch. Patting the seat beside her, she smiled so that she showed all her teeth and said, “No, I’ll be putting all my studies into parent-jinxing spells first.”
Mr. Mason swooped down onto the couch, laughing along with her as he tickled his favorite little girl. “Well, I have Mum on my side, so you can’t do a thing to me! She’s had more training than you.” He turned around to see his wife looking down on the both with supreme interest disguised as extreme disinterest.
“And just what are you saying about all these “parent-jinxing spells?” she asked, raising an eyebrow deftly.
“Aw, Mum, I was kidding!”
“That didn’t sound like a kid to me. Now, as a punishment, I’m going to make you watch a movie.”
Kiera froze. “Not one with Johnny Depp in it, I hope?
Her mother grinned. “Oh, no. Even better.” From behind her back, she pulled forth a small videotape. A large title in Broadway letters spelled out…
“The Producers?!” Kiera shrieked. “Honestly, Mum, I could swear you’re American!”
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“Are you finished brushing your teeth, dear?” Angeline called up the stairs. Stomping sounds came up from the bottom floor, then banging sounds from the door interrupted Kiera’s tight schedule. “Hurry up in there!”
Don’t try to answer, the girl thought to herself. You’ll gag.
“Are you even in there, or have you tried to Disapparate again?”
Oh, come on! I only tried that once, and I was five, she thought as she rinsed.
“I’m coming in!”
Eyes blowing up to the size of saucers, she yelled, “I’m in here! Hold on!”
Sounds of walking to the right soon followed.
Quickly going over her image carefully in the mirror, Kiera hurridly swept back a lock of wavy hair and threw the door open. She made sure to turn off the bathroom light as she ran past, dousing all lights on the upper floor except for her own bedroom light. Turning to the right, she ran the few feet down the hallway to her bedroom, flinging herself on the bed and bouncing excitedly up and down. She was immediately tackled by her mother. Giggling maniacally, she squirmed under the covers and said happily, “Ready, Mum. All ready for bed.”
Said mother rolled her eyes. “I hadn’t noticed. Are you sure?”
“Oh, well, perhaps I forgot to brush my teeth…”
“The three minutes you were in there.”
“Well, too bad. I should have less mouth, then I wouldn’t take so long!” She grinned so that she showed all her teeth. “Also, if I hadn’t had to watch such a ridiculous movie…”
“What does that have to do with teeth?”
“If you hadn’t made me watch that, I would have been quicker!”
“Proof?”
Kiera sighed. “OK. Point made.” She looked up with tired eyes at her mother. “Good night, Mum.”
Angeline leaned down and laid a kiss on her daughter’s button nose. “Good night, my dear.” With that, she stood and walked out of the room. A shout followed her out.
“Lights!”
“Oh, excuse me,” she said in a mock-annoyed tone, turning and flipping down the light switch. Then she gently closed the door, latching it safely closed. After a moment, the sound of steps going down the stairs crept through the door.
Once the sound had faded away, Kiera leapt softly out of bed. Slipping on a pair of fuzzy purple slippers, she padded softly over to the large window that graced one side of the wall. Carefully, she slipped the well-oiled latch open and opened the windowpane. The night was crisp and cold, with a mild wind blowing into the young girl’s bedroom. Her scarce little blue nighty fluttered around her little stick legs, but she didn’t mind in the least. She reached up with a long-fingered hand and slowly started to trace the outline of the large locket hung around her neck. It was a heart-shaped locket, and in beautiful script one front was the name “Peter Pan”. On the inside was a small picture of a beautiful little fairy on the left and a star on the right. On the very back, in more flowery script, was the name “Kiera Mason”. This was her most prized possession, a special locket that never left her person. Even if she was doing a dirty job, she had a blue lace handkerchief that she would carefully swaddle it in. Now, it was around her neck on a dainty silver chain, facing the midnight blue sky. It was a crystal clear night, beautiful and dotted with stars. An especially large star twinkled brightly in Kiera’s eyes.
The wind blowing her hair back and swirling around her face like a shimmering halo, she opened her mouth and spoke to the heavens. “Peter?” she whispered. The star seemed to twinkle slightly. The girl smiled, the most beautiful she had given all day. “It’s me again, Kiera. I hope you had many amazing adventures today- defeating pirates, defeating Indians, joining with Indians, defeating the pirates even more… Your days must be so much fun. You can sing with mermaids and fly with the birds! I wish I could do that.
“But, like I mentioned, I’ll probably be going to Hogwarts. This is, after all, the year I would start. I’ve tried my mom’s wand-- you know, the thing she uses to make magic happen? – and I’ve made it work before. They teach a lot of things there, Peter. Some of the things are flying. We have to use brooms, though. Maybe they have a way of flying that doesn’t use brooms—that would be awesome! We also have mermaids, but they’re not as beautiful as the ones you know. I bet they’re just as dangerous, though.
“I know I’m no Wendy, but I would love to come up and meet you and the lost boys. I know plenty of stories you would love to hear. Maybe I’ll learn even more at Hogwarts! I would be your mother, and a good one, I swear!”
The night wind was whipping cruelly around her little nighty, making her shiver slightly. It was growing rather late anyways.
“I have to go now, Peter. Don’t worry, though- I promise I’ll talk tomorrow… and I hope I can visit soon.”
Kiera looked down once more at her locket, then clutched it tightly in her hand. “Good night, Peter,” she said softly, and the star twinkled brightly apart from all the others. She smiled happily and, swinging the window shut, returned to bed. She stayed still for a moment, perfectly silent, just looking at the night sky. Then, maneuvering her way under the blankets, she clutched her beautiful locket and smiled into the darkness.
“Good night,” she murmured one last time, and drifted off to sleep.
Sorry, but it takes me FOREVER to update any single story, so you'll be waiting awhile. But I won't post again until I have ONE reply. Good, bad, neutral, whatever. JUST REPLY!!
That is all.
And I know that this has Peter Pan in it (spoiler warning for HP and Peter Pan, btw) but it's basically a Harry Potter story.
Disclaimer: I, very sadly, do not own Peter Pan. I own nothing to do with Peter Pan, such as the musical, the book, any Tinkerbell night-lights, jars of fake pixie dust, the movies, or Finding Neverland, for that matter. Oh, how I wish I did... but J. M. Barrie did, and he's *sniffle* dead, so, basically, none of this belongs to me. Oh, yes, and I don't own Harry Potter, either, but who cares about that?
Naw, it belongs to J. K. Rowling.Summary: A young witch is sent to Hogwarts, along with her friend from the neighborhood. Soon, she begins to have feelings for her that she can’t understand. Femslash. Set in Harry’s first year. Joy.
For the Love of Peter
Chapter One: Kiera
If you were to pass down Chestnut Road, you would have thought it was a perfectly normal street. Large houses decorated by spacious lawns were dappled all up and down the street, and everything you could set your eyes on as you strolled down this lovely little road said one thing: kids. The tall oak trees in front and back yards alike had been attacked with wood and cunning design, creating tree houses of considerable size, some even stretching from tree to tree. You could hear the laughter of children carried on the gentle breeze, and see them peeking around corners. Bicycles rode up and down the street, honking as they passed. In fact, there was not a child absent from the street that lived there- save for one.
At the very end of the dead-end road, a smaller, more humble household stood lonely and bare. There were no bicycles, for they were used so rarely that they could store them in the garage, instead of leaving them out on the front porch until their next and imminent ride. The large oak tree in the front, a prime chance for a tree house, had not a single slab of wood anywhere on it, save the tree itself. There were no swing sets, no slides, not even a discarded water gun. There was just a house, plain and simple. And if you had listened very closely to the walls of this house as you strolled down the road, you would not have heard a thing.
Upstairs, in the bedroom furthest from the stairs and painted a deep blue, a young girl sat on her bed, humming. Her dirty-blonde hair fell over her face as she concentrated on the picture she was drawing. Bare feet swung from over the side of the bed, a pair of jeans complimented by a dark, black shirt that proudly claimed the phrase, “I Follow NO Rules… But My Own”. She had bright blue eyes and a spatter of freckles playing across her face. Though her room and attire seemed ominous enough, she wasn’t such a bad child. Usually.
Finally, as the humming stopped, she picked up her drawing. It depicted a well-drawn man, dressed all in black, with long metal shards coming from his hands. The label at the top said, “Edward Scissorhands”, and she was very proud of her work. It had taken her three and a half hours, but her patience paid off. She sighed, smiling, and stood from the bed, taking the picture with her. Going over to a wall made entirely of cork, she took a tack and placed the new drawing along with all the others. Edward fit perfectly among all the other characters there, which included people like Severus Snape, Yubaba, Erik, Christine Daae, and others from various movies.
Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. “Kiera!” the voice shouted. It was her mother. “You’ve been holed up in your room for too long, missy. Come on out, or I’ll have to blast the door open!”
Kiera bounded over her bed and to the door. Hair waving madly, she opened it. “I’ve been working on a new one, Mom. It’s finally done!”
Her mother was tall and slim, with long brown hair and deep blue eyes. Her thin little eyebrows flew into her hairline as she smiled a heavily-lipstick-coated smile and said excitedly, “Who this time? Show me!”
As Kiera led her mother to the corkboard, her mother gasped. “Edward?” she said, breathing heavily. She stepped closer to inspect the artwork. “Yes,” she said softly, “that’s the Eddie I know.”
Kiera snorted. “Please don’t go on about Johnny Depp. I frankly don’t get what you see in him. I mean, he’s got a humungo zit on his chin! Honestly,” she snorted, “you seem almost American. Besides,” she added, grinning a sideways smile, “I could always tell Dad that you don’t love him, but love some famous movie guy instead.”
Her mother laughed. “No, he already knows,” she replied, turning around and smiling. “You know who I think you should do next?”
Kiera raised her eyebrows suspiciously. “Who?”
Her mother grinned. “Wade Walker.”
The eleven-year-old glared at her mother. “You mean Johnny’s character from ‘Cry-baby’?
The young woman blushed. “Yes, that Wade. Who else could we possibly be talking about?”
With that, Mrs. Mason swept her daughter up and carried her out of the room, laughing and teasing like all good mothers do.
Downstairs in the kitchen, Kiera’s father, Tom, was stirring up a hot cup of tea. The sweet yet tangy aroma filled the room just as the other two entered the room and stood next to the tall man. He didn’t notice the two girls sneaking up next to him until they were breathing down his neck. Pausing for a moment, Kiera leaned in and whispered, “TOM!”
The handsome young man jumped about three feet into the air, spilling his tea all over the front of his shirt. “What did you do that for?” he yelled amidst howls of laughter.
Mrs. Angeline Mason smiled teasingly at her husband. “I’ll get it,” she smiled teasingly, and with a deft gesture, she whipped her long willow wand out of her pocket and waved it gracefully. The teacup, which has shattered on the floor, flew up swiftly and turned into a single, solid form. Another motion and it was filled with piping hot vanilla hazelnut tea, the family favorite. With a rather evil grin, the beautiful woman swept out of the kitchen, leaving her wand on the counter.
Tom watched her leave, green with envy. “My word,” he said good-naturedly, “is she not lucky? You witches have all the fun. Us Muggles can’t do anything…” With that eloquent statement, he lifted the small cup to his lips and took a small draw from it, sighing contentedly.
Kiera laughed. “I can’t wait until I go to Hogwarts. Then I’ll be able to make even better tea appear!”
Tom let out his own laugh in reply. “I dunno,” he said, grinning and patting his daughter on the shoulder, “I don’t think anyone could beat your mother’s lovely cooking.”
The young girl sighed mockingly. “Oh, well.” She skipped into the living room and threw herself onto the couch. Patting the seat beside her, she smiled so that she showed all her teeth and said, “No, I’ll be putting all my studies into parent-jinxing spells first.”
Mr. Mason swooped down onto the couch, laughing along with her as he tickled his favorite little girl. “Well, I have Mum on my side, so you can’t do a thing to me! She’s had more training than you.” He turned around to see his wife looking down on the both with supreme interest disguised as extreme disinterest.
“And just what are you saying about all these “parent-jinxing spells?” she asked, raising an eyebrow deftly.
“Aw, Mum, I was kidding!”
“That didn’t sound like a kid to me. Now, as a punishment, I’m going to make you watch a movie.”
Kiera froze. “Not one with Johnny Depp in it, I hope?
Her mother grinned. “Oh, no. Even better.” From behind her back, she pulled forth a small videotape. A large title in Broadway letters spelled out…
“The Producers?!” Kiera shrieked. “Honestly, Mum, I could swear you’re American!”
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“Are you finished brushing your teeth, dear?” Angeline called up the stairs. Stomping sounds came up from the bottom floor, then banging sounds from the door interrupted Kiera’s tight schedule. “Hurry up in there!”
Don’t try to answer, the girl thought to herself. You’ll gag.
“Are you even in there, or have you tried to Disapparate again?”
Oh, come on! I only tried that once, and I was five, she thought as she rinsed.
“I’m coming in!”
Eyes blowing up to the size of saucers, she yelled, “I’m in here! Hold on!”
Sounds of walking to the right soon followed.
Quickly going over her image carefully in the mirror, Kiera hurridly swept back a lock of wavy hair and threw the door open. She made sure to turn off the bathroom light as she ran past, dousing all lights on the upper floor except for her own bedroom light. Turning to the right, she ran the few feet down the hallway to her bedroom, flinging herself on the bed and bouncing excitedly up and down. She was immediately tackled by her mother. Giggling maniacally, she squirmed under the covers and said happily, “Ready, Mum. All ready for bed.”
Said mother rolled her eyes. “I hadn’t noticed. Are you sure?”
“Oh, well, perhaps I forgot to brush my teeth…”
“The three minutes you were in there.”
“Well, too bad. I should have less mouth, then I wouldn’t take so long!” She grinned so that she showed all her teeth. “Also, if I hadn’t had to watch such a ridiculous movie…”
“What does that have to do with teeth?”
“If you hadn’t made me watch that, I would have been quicker!”
“Proof?”
Kiera sighed. “OK. Point made.” She looked up with tired eyes at her mother. “Good night, Mum.”
Angeline leaned down and laid a kiss on her daughter’s button nose. “Good night, my dear.” With that, she stood and walked out of the room. A shout followed her out.
“Lights!”
“Oh, excuse me,” she said in a mock-annoyed tone, turning and flipping down the light switch. Then she gently closed the door, latching it safely closed. After a moment, the sound of steps going down the stairs crept through the door.
Once the sound had faded away, Kiera leapt softly out of bed. Slipping on a pair of fuzzy purple slippers, she padded softly over to the large window that graced one side of the wall. Carefully, she slipped the well-oiled latch open and opened the windowpane. The night was crisp and cold, with a mild wind blowing into the young girl’s bedroom. Her scarce little blue nighty fluttered around her little stick legs, but she didn’t mind in the least. She reached up with a long-fingered hand and slowly started to trace the outline of the large locket hung around her neck. It was a heart-shaped locket, and in beautiful script one front was the name “Peter Pan”. On the inside was a small picture of a beautiful little fairy on the left and a star on the right. On the very back, in more flowery script, was the name “Kiera Mason”. This was her most prized possession, a special locket that never left her person. Even if she was doing a dirty job, she had a blue lace handkerchief that she would carefully swaddle it in. Now, it was around her neck on a dainty silver chain, facing the midnight blue sky. It was a crystal clear night, beautiful and dotted with stars. An especially large star twinkled brightly in Kiera’s eyes.
The wind blowing her hair back and swirling around her face like a shimmering halo, she opened her mouth and spoke to the heavens. “Peter?” she whispered. The star seemed to twinkle slightly. The girl smiled, the most beautiful she had given all day. “It’s me again, Kiera. I hope you had many amazing adventures today- defeating pirates, defeating Indians, joining with Indians, defeating the pirates even more… Your days must be so much fun. You can sing with mermaids and fly with the birds! I wish I could do that.
“But, like I mentioned, I’ll probably be going to Hogwarts. This is, after all, the year I would start. I’ve tried my mom’s wand-- you know, the thing she uses to make magic happen? – and I’ve made it work before. They teach a lot of things there, Peter. Some of the things are flying. We have to use brooms, though. Maybe they have a way of flying that doesn’t use brooms—that would be awesome! We also have mermaids, but they’re not as beautiful as the ones you know. I bet they’re just as dangerous, though.
“I know I’m no Wendy, but I would love to come up and meet you and the lost boys. I know plenty of stories you would love to hear. Maybe I’ll learn even more at Hogwarts! I would be your mother, and a good one, I swear!”
The night wind was whipping cruelly around her little nighty, making her shiver slightly. It was growing rather late anyways.
“I have to go now, Peter. Don’t worry, though- I promise I’ll talk tomorrow… and I hope I can visit soon.”
Kiera looked down once more at her locket, then clutched it tightly in her hand. “Good night, Peter,” she said softly, and the star twinkled brightly apart from all the others. She smiled happily and, swinging the window shut, returned to bed. She stayed still for a moment, perfectly silent, just looking at the night sky. Then, maneuvering her way under the blankets, she clutched her beautiful locket and smiled into the darkness.
“Good night,” she murmured one last time, and drifted off to sleep.
Sorry, but it takes me FOREVER to update any single story, so you'll be waiting awhile. But I won't post again until I have ONE reply. Good, bad, neutral, whatever. JUST REPLY!!
That is all. 
