Joined: 17 Dec 2007
Posts: 16
Location: UK.Wales
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Ok just re read my original post and it just wasn't sexy enough to attract any beta worth their salt (or condiment of their choice.)
Here is a sample of the story.
Blood soaks the snow, the red hair a darker halo against the bright red blood. His life pumps out and his dead eyes stare unseeing at the harsh winter light. There is an agonized cry.
‘No’
A green flash, another body in the snow, his killer sprawled by his side is no comfort to his loved ones.
Soft rain washes the world into a watercolor perspective. A blurred group of huddled figures stand black against the sky, their outlines shimmer in the rain. The second time they had followed a son to watch as the earth reclaimed him. The first time she had buried a husband. She stood with her four year old red haired daughters hand in hers murmuring soothing words .Her other hand clenching her husbands ring so tight the bruise would remain for three weeks.
The crows in the leafless trees stir and flap, their harsh cries a mocking imitation of hers.
Thats the first bit.
It runs to about 3,000 words in total and revolves around Hermione dealing with a great emotional trauma ,and I don't mean marrying Ron in the first place.
Will our favorite potions master be of any help ? Is there a comedy dog? That really would be telling.
This is not my first fan fic but it is my first HG/SS one and my first venture into getting it on this site, so advice on Ashwinder protocols would also be wecome.
'So if you like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain' (guess that shows my age) or if you prefer in the words of the great Aretha (sorry A.)
'What you want ,well you know I got it
What you need,well you know I got it
All I'm asking for is' ....Well a beta actually
So if your interested let me know.
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