Summary: They looked perfect, too perfect. To the casual passerby, it may have looked as though a master craftsman had merely left two, lifelike statues lying in the snow - AU, Ron contemplates two of Wars casualties. Implied DG, rated for character death.
Categories: Completed Short Stories
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley
Compliant with: OotP and below
Era: Future AU
Genres: Angst, Horror
Warnings: Character Death
Completed: Yes

Summary: Lost prequels! Companion fics! Indecipherable scraps! All D/G; all excavated and brought to you straight from the mysterious depths of Anise's mind. (Picks up shovel.) Here they are at last! :)

Also, here's the first pic released from The Real Ginny Project (tm.)

Chapter THREE quote of the day:

Ginny Weasley? Draco’s eyes narrowed slightly as he looked back at her from the end of the aisle. Yes. She’d changed so much in the past two months that it was difficult, at first, to tell. Greatly for the better, his mind added. In February, she’d been pretty enough but gawky, clumsy, unfinished. Her huge brown eyes seemed to be growing much faster than the rest of her face; her bright red hair flew in all directions as if trying to escape; her long legs and slender arms bumped against every chair and desk and wall as if they’d appeared too suddenly for her to know how to control them.

But now.. but now she seemed to have grown into herself. Her light cotton robes, wet with perspiration, fit her like a glove. He paused where he was standing and watched her, the way he might stop for a moment to appraise a purebred filly in one of the Kentish fields about Malfoy Manor. She was scrambling up onto a step stool to reach a high shelf now. She lifted her robes to the side, revealing well-toned legs. Draco admired the turn of calves and thighs and slim waist and firm breasts quite dispassionately. Wonder if those Weasleys have any veela blood…none of the others seem to, maybe her mother had a bit on the side sixteen years back… Yet she wasn’t beautiful, not really. Her cheekbones were too wide, her chin too pointed, her eyes too big for her face. Her hands and feet were too large. She certainly didn’t have the frail, delicate quality he liked to see in girls.

She was moving like a frightened rabbit. Had she seen him? Was he scaring her that much? He couldn’t help smirking at the thought. Good. Yet he kept watching her.


Categories: Works in Progress
Characters: None
Compliant with: All but epilogue
Era: Post-Hogwarts
Genres: Action, Angst, Drama, Horror, Mystery, Romance, Smut
Warnings: Slash
Completed: No

Summary: I strut calmly towards the girls lavatory, specifically Moaning Myrtle’s lavatory. Sure, Tom was going to kill me, but I don’t hate him. Well, maybe a little. Yet I thank him for the extra abilities. Such as the ability to speak Parsel tongue. Yes, that is useful. It also helped with his annoying hatred of Potter to learn to get over the stumbling mass of teenage hormones. He also helped me embrace the dark side of me. He let the dark rule over the light until the light is no more.
Categories: Works in Progress
Characters: None
Compliant with: None
Era: None
Genres: Romance, Horror
Warnings: Sexual Violence
Completed: No