[Songs of Summer]: Growing Up Grimmauld, 1/4

Sunday, June 22nd, 2025 10:12 am
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Title: Growing Up Grimmauld
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and associates own these characters. I am writing this story for fun and not profit.
Pairing: None, gen
Content Notes: AU, child abuse and neglect, animal harm, slightly feral Harry, humor, angst, blood, gore, pureblood bigotry (not by Harry), unreliable narrator
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU. Harry accidentally Apparates to an empty Grimmauld Place when he’s nine instead of to the top of the school roof when he escapes Dudley’s gang. The house is empty except for portraits and sometimes a speaking wooden face, and Harry has to kill his own food, and there’s something nasty in the cellars, and some of the portraits are mad. But this is still a vast improvement over the Dursleys.
Author’s Notes: This is one of my “Songs of Summer,” shorter fics being posted between the summer solstice and the first of August. Chobani asked for Harry accidentally Apparating to Grimmauld Place and surviving there on his own. It will have three or four parts.

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Title: Hung the Moon
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and associates own these characters. I am writing this story for fun and not profit.
Pairings: Harry/Tom, mentions of background canon pairings
Rating: R
Content Notes: AU (Neville is the Boy-Who-Lived), time travel, romance, angst, bullying, mentions of violence and torture, past minor character death
Summary: AU. Harry isn’t the Boy-Who-Lived, and he committed a major mistake in the past that cost him several of his friends, but he can still help with fighting the Carrows during his seventh year. At least, until Alecto Carrow casts an experimental spell on him that ends up flinging him fifty years into the past. Harry makes himself at home in the past, unaware of the real identity of the handsome Slytherin, Tom Riddle, who seems oddly attracted to him.
Author’s Notes: This is the first story my “From Litha to Lammas” series being posted between Midsummer and the first of August. It should have five to seven parts.

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The best place to start your visit to the royal sanctuary is at Jackalfire Grove, just outside the door leading to the sanctuary. At one time, this grove of jackalfire trees was smaller, overlooking the so-called burning ground, where some of the worst events in Koretian history took place.

It is here, from the time of Koretia's earliest days, that god-cursed men and women were stoned to death. It is here that, in recent centuries, disobedient slaves were burned alive. And it is here that, during the ninth, the King of Koretia was slain by a rival in one of the many blood feuds that rent the fabric of Koretian society.

All of these atrocities – stoning, burning alive, and blood feuds – were abolished by the Emorians during their occupation of Koretia. Their abolition was confirmed by Koretia's present ruler, the Jackal, when he ascended the throne. Yet only two generations have passed since the outlawing of the most pernicious aspect of the Koretian gods' law. Many residents of Koretia's capital still remember the festive crowds that used to gather here when a god-cursed man or woman was stoned, or when a slave was burned alive.

Not surprisingly, most Koretians today avoid visiting this grove. Paradoxically, the Jackal encourages visits here, especially by families with children who like to play amidst the trees. It is his way of turning evil to good.

Before leaving, be sure to pluck a twig or leaf from one of the jackalfire trees. Bring it with you to the royal sanctuary.

[Translator's note: One of the terrible events in Jackalfire Grove occurs in Death Mask.]

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Sunday, June 15th, 2025 02:00 pm
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So, between Pride being yesterday here in Boston, and Father’s Day being today, I thought I’d tell you a story today of what Being Queer in the Nineties was like, and also (another) story about Dad.

To be clear, being queer in the 1990s was definitely not always a joy. But in this case… well, you’ll see.

When I was in my early 20s, my parents decided to take me and my brother on a cruise vacation. This was exciting for a number of reasons, not least because my parents were awesome to hang out with. It was always fun to spend time with them and my brother, who was then 16 and had at that point gotten into the Grateful Dead. (Jerry Garcia was still alive, then.)

If you’re new here, my Dad was a Chinese-filipino immigrant who came to the States to be a doctor (and send money home to support his 9 younger siblings). Mom, meanwhile, was born in rural upstate New York, spent her teens in Florida, and then moved to NYC after college. Mom was the one who raised my brother and me to be the progressive humanists we are, while Dad often seemed a little bit baffled by “American” attitudes.

Also, it was our first time on a cruise ship.

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