Dictating a Letter to Rita (NC-17; Adelaide Alderton, implied Cornelius Fudge; 669 words, .Mp3)
Title: Dictating a Letter to Rita (Click the title to listen to only the audio file!) Author: iulia_linnea Team: Phoenix! *\O/* Genres: Postwar and Humour &/or Crack Prompt: Career Change Rating: NC-17 Warning/Kinks (highlight to view): *Artistic reading given by a writer, fake English accent/implied bondage, implied erotical use of a potion, implied figging, implied gagging, and implied temporary sex-switch.* Word Count: 669 words Summary: This is an "outtake" from Amidst the Doxies. Author's Note: Thank you, eeyore9990, fodirteg, and shiv5468, for beta'ing. Disclaimer: This piece is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling; various publishers, including, but not limited to: Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books; and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Dictating a Letter to Rita (transcript)
("Do not struggle so, Fudgie, you know how you cannot abide evidence of chafing—and I will not Heal it if you disobey me. . . . Good man. I shall be but a moment. Ahem.")
"29 May 2011 "Rita Skeeter "Editor "Phoenix Publishing "18a Diagon Alley, London
"My Darling Rita,
"Oh, dear! How silly of me to have failed to mention the modifications that I made to the Phoenix Draught before taking my leave of Feathers—but they were sincerely meant ones, you see, for I did spy how Mr Wand enjoyed his Inspiration all unprick'd upon occasion.
"Tell me truthfully, for you understand how all forms of deceit are anathema to me: has ever a wizard enjoyed such a bosom as the one Mr Inspiration is sporting now? Certainly not for as long, I believe, as Polyjuice's potency is nothing to that of my Phoenix draught. Of course, I do understand why some of my old guests might be taken aback—or in whatever manner—to find themselves as Tiresias, but then, as I always say, some people have no appreciation for the classics and will not accept change without a well-positioned nudge. That these same guests have a deep knowledge of wizard law is unfortunate, but perhaps matters will not come to a head before I can provide the antidote that will restore Mr Inspiration's.
"Oh, yes, I did brew an antidote, for you know how I have never enjoyed petting pussy as much as some, and, by the tone of your latest Howler, it seems that Mr Wand has rigidly fixed upon the idea of sheathing his own in heroic buttocks again, as opposed to what must be a rather fascinating fanny. I will send him, with my compliments and at no charge—for you remember what a gentle, sentimental creature I am—my brewing notes detailing my happy little elixir as soon as Mr Wand thrusts my manuscript forward for collection.
"I trust that he shall see reason in this trifling matter, particularly when you inform him that his dearest bo—that is, girl, will be increasing her cup sizes for the next seven years unless and until she receives my remarkable restorative.
"Do tell Mr Wand not to fret overmuch about the loss of my manuscript, for I am of a mind to Transfigure my memoirs into a work of fiction. Everyone knows what magnificent liars novelists are, and I shall find it fulfilling, indeed, to allow my readers to believe that I have produced such a prodigious number of . . . juicy tales.
"I am only sorry I cannot see them; the Unplotting plays hell with scrying.
"Ah, but one must not dwell on old flames. No indeed, not when Fudgie is looking at me with such yearning in his eyes. Remember our little game with the ginger? Of course you do—you always did enjoy Beatrice.
"Give everyone my love, one teaspoon at a time and for twelve hours together without fail, and remember me, a brewer of more than discourse, as you finish drinking your morning tea. As it happens, it, too, is a blend of mine—but I assure you that it will not cause you to unceasingly pluck.
"Time is mon—that is, tempus fugit, dear girl!
"All my very best,
"Where is my head? No, Rita, that is not a rhetorical question. Two things: the Doxy will know how to find me. Do not attempt to do the same. You certainly should not be over-exerting yourself just now, and thank you, again, for your marvellous wedding gift of the Dicta-a-Quill. I have found more uses for it than I can count. In truth, this fact pains me slightly, for I am an accomplished counter, but only just, as I find that retirement agrees with me."
("Now then, Fudgie, where were we? Oh, I remember! I was giving you time to think upon your intercourse with my sister, Mary, to whom you wrote the most astonishing missives . . . . Perhaps you would enjoy a demonstration worthy of true astonishment, then? Yes, you need one.")
Title: Revealing Truth Author:unbroken_halo Team: Phoenix Genre(s): Postwar Prompt(s): Sleeplessness, time capsule Rating/Warnings/Kinks: R/ Spoilers for DH/ wanking AN: This is the original ending to Revealing Truth. After finishing the first draft, I sent it to my prereader and told her I was happy with almost everything in the fic except the ending. That something felt off about it and I needed her honest opinions. After reading, she informed me I was right and the reason there was something off was because I had left in a massive plot hole of JKR proportions with Williamson. She also suggested that the sex, while porny enough for the Games, needed to be reworked because it felt "forced" and OOC for the characters as I had written them for this storyline.
Taking her advice, netted me the ending to the fic that was turned in. I'm proud of the fic, even though there is very little porn in it and the ending is ambiguous. This scene takes place in the tomb just after Harry has revived Snape.
Harry moaned, shuddering against Snape's body when he realized that the fantasy was reality and Snape's hand really was pressing against his groin. He opened his eyes, panting and pulling back to look at Snape's face.
A light colour had infused Snape's too pale skin and Harry suddenly felt guilty that he'd leaned so heavily against Snape.
Snape snorted and ran a finger along Harry's skin, clasping his chin and shaking his face. "You think too much for that Gryffindor brain of yours, Potter. Leave the complicated matters to me. I have strength enough for this in my little bottles."
Harry glanced up at Snape, focusing on his mouth, watching as his lips formed the words, and he whimpered. He shook his head then glared at Snape. "You know, insulting me isn't going to get you what you want."
Snape narrowed his eyes and pulled Harry flush against him, rubbing back and forth slowly. "I've been in your mind, Potter. Penetrated your thoughts and caressed your senses, so what makes you think that your flimsy protests could stop me from taking what I want right here, right now?"
Harry swallowed, unable to take his eyes from Snape's thin lips as he spoke. He shivered as he felt cool air kissing his skin, hissed as Snape's nails dug into his chest, twisting his nipple. Gods, when had the man unbuttoned his robes?! Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back and offered his mouth to Snape once more.
Snape smirked and flicked his wand at the bottles on the floor of the tomb, catching the summoned phial and setting it and his wand on the slab. He urged Harry up on to the concrete, a softly hissed spell banishing their clothing as he lay down beside Harry.
Harry shivered as Snape eased him back, his legs falling open when Snape ran one hand down between his thighs. He moaned, low and long, and Snape pressed his mouth to Harry's, cutting off and swallowing the sound.
Snape cupped Harry's sac, cradling the weight in his hands then rolled his fist over and up to Harry's prick, sliding his fingers along the firming length. He drew Harry's foreskin over the tip, spreading the bead of fluid across the smooth head.
Harry wrapped his arms around Snape's neck, clinging to him and thrust his hips into Snape's fist. He tore his mouth away from Snape, panting and whispered. "But I thought… my mum…"
"What about her? I always have and always shall love Lily. No one can nor ever will take her place." Snape looked down at Potter and smirked. "Those other women the Dark Lord mentioned? He asked if there were others that I sought out, I never clarified if they were women or not. Only the purely fanatical can see that love exists in one form."
Harry stared at him. "I don't understand…"
"And you've never shall unless you shut up." Snape sneered, then laid his head on Harry's chest. "There is a bond formed when you find that first love. It builds then breaks the heart and teaches one that love is pain and yet love is strength and beauty as well. There is nothing else like it in the world and you shall strive forevermore trying to return to that place where you fell in love for the first time."
Harry listened to the words as Snape's voice faded, reaching up to run a hand through Snape's hair. "She was foolish not to stay around long enough to help you," he murmured. "A real friend that cared would have forgiven you and stayed. My mum was neither."
Snape's breath shuddered along his chest and he raised his head up, looking at Potter for a moment. He narrowed his eyes and studied Harry's. "Pardon?"
Harry cupped his cheek and grinned. "Ron's been a prat and done stupid shite to me but he's always come around and been there for me. My mum never straightened out for you in the end. I'm sorry about that."
Snape shook his head then climbed on top of Harry, wedging himself between Harry's legs. Harry's eyes widened as he felt Snape's body brushing against his own. He glanced up at Snape and gasped at the look on Snape's face, the intensity in Snape's eyes.
Snape rocked his hips against Harry's and Harry moaned. Snape's eyes fluttered for a moment then he shook himself again. "Look at me," he whispered and Harry did, meeting the gaze and holding it.
Sucked inside, Harry saw himself under Snape, legs spread wide as Snape's fingers pierced his body. Snape moved between him, and Harry wrapped his legs around Snape. Harry's hands were fisted in Snape's hair as Snape rocked them, sweat glistened on their bodies and Harry threw his head back, crying out silently.
Harry pulled back and both of them were panting. "The bond will grow stronger if we let it. Accept it and we can always have this, Potter."
Harry whinged and nodded. "It's Harry."
Snape smirked and reached over Harry's head, picking up the bottle and his wand. He tapped Harry's hip, whispering soft words, then set his wand aside. "Harry…"
Snape reached up and traced Harry's scar, then pulled the cork from the bottle, tipping the potion out on to his fingers. "Let your legs fall open and relax for me." He looked up and met Harry's eyes, raising up to his knees and sliding his hand between them.
Harry blew out a breath and did as bid, still keeping his eyes on Snape the entire time. Shivering as Snape's fingers brushed over his entrance, he swallowed hard and placed his trust in Snape once again.
Snape rubbed over the sensitive opening, then eased his fingers into Harry. He leaned down, "Relax, Harry." He pressed his mouth to Harry's, moaned and closed his eyes.
Harry whimpered and stiffened as he felt Snape's fingers pressing into him, then Snape's mouth was on his, the words caressing his ears, distracting him from the pressure. He wrapped his arms around Snape's neck again and hung on.
Snape continued to stretch Harry, gently easing two, then three fingers into him, before pulling away from Harry's mouth. He looked down at him while he slicked his cock. "Press back towards me."
Harry nodded as he panted and reached for Snape again, sliding his hands into Snape's slick hair. He clenched his fists in the dark strands as the pain and pressure ran roughshod over his entire body.
Snape's fist wrapped around his prick, soothing the sensation, and Harry gasped as he was overwhelmed all at once. Snape's breath tickled the side of his face and he opened his eyes as the pain eased and another feeling overcame it.
He met Snape's gaze, trying to remember how to breathe around the fullness in his arse, in his mind, and in his heart. Snape smiled and pulled back, then thrust forward, hard, and that did it. Harry sucked in a breath, moaning as Snape slid back and forth, in and out of him.
Harry tugged on Snape's hair and continued to meet his eyes. He was sucked into Snape's mind and saw past memories of the act then pulled himself out gasping. He grinned back up at Snape. Swallowing hard, Harry arched his hips, meeting one of Snape's forward thrusts.
Snape faltered for just a moment, his eyes widening, then he smirked down at Harry and stroked his prick faster in revenge. Harry cried out, bucking up into Snape's fist, the sensations speeding him faster to his orgasm.
Snape groaned, his thrusts erratic in Harry's clenching body until he, too, finished, collapsing on top of Harry, panting sharp, short breaths along Harry's chest.
Harry loosened his fingers from Snape's hair and petted the wet strands back from his temple. "All… right… Snape?"
Snape grunted. "Nothing… a potion won't cure."
Snape Tomb desecrated!
Ministry officials are baffled as the wards on the tomb of former Death Eater Severus Snape were dismantled and the gravesite desecrated. The corpse was removed from the tomb and in its place two text books were left behind. Aurors have been brought in to investigate and Minister Shacklebolt is overseeing the case personally.
"We're doing everything we can to find the perpetrators. At this time, however, there are no suspects and we have Harry Potter looking into the case as well."
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