THE HARRY POTTER CHARACTER LOVE FEST

[birdsofshore]

I hereby pronounce the Love Fest OPEN!     ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥




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ALPHABETICAL MASTERLIST OF CHARACTERS

I've started you off with 40 or so of the requested characters, and I might add more as the urge takes me. If your character is not here, start your own comment thread and I'll link to it here!

ALBUS DUMBLEDORE'S thread
ALBUS SEVERUS' thread
ARTHUR'S thread
BELLATRIX'S thread
BILL'S thread
BLAISE'S thread
CEDRIC'S thread and more CEDRIC here
CHARLIE'S thread
CORMAC'S thread
CROOKSHANKS' thread
DOBBY'S thread
DRACO'S thread
DUDLEY'S thread
FRED'S thread
GEORGE'S thread
HARRY'S thread
HEDWIG'S thread
HERMIONE'S thread
GINNY'S thread
HORACE SLUGHORN'S thread
JAMES SIRIUS' thread
KINGSLEY'S thread
KREACHER'S thread
LUCIUS' thread
LUNA'S thread
MADAM POMFREY'S thread
MINERVA MCGONAGALL'S thread
MOLLY'S thread
NARCISSA'S thread
NEVILLE'S thread
PANSY'S thread
PROFESSOR SPROUT'S thread
PROFESSOR TRELAWNEY'S thread
REGULUS BLACK'S thread
REMUS LUPIN'S thread
RODOLPHUS AND / OR RABASTAN LESTRANGE'S thread
ROMILDA'S thread
RON'S thread
RUBEUS HAGRID'S thread
TEDDY LUPIN'S thread
SCORPIUS' thread
SEVERUS SNAPE'S thread
SIRIUS BLACK'S thread
TONKS' (NYMPHADORA TONKS) thread
VOLDEMORT'S thread

MASTERLIST OF FANWORKS Updated as regularly as I can!

FEST INFO:

When is the fest running?
We're here all week, from Feb 7th to Feb 14th. Please drop in regularly to leave love and see what else has been left.

How do I leave love for a character?
It's entirely up to you, but here are some examples, for your inspiration. So, for instance, if you're feeling a lot of love for Ron this week, go to his thread HERE and leave your contribution as a comment.

You could post explaining that you've always liked a man with a freckly arse. You could draw a sketch of Ron doing his bad-ass Auror thing. You could write a drabble featuring Ron just being Ron, a kinky PWP, or a 100k Gen rated kid!fic. You could cosplay as Ron and post a photo. Sculpt your interpretation of Ron's face in mashed potato. Or eat a bacon sandwich in his honour and then compose a haiku about how delicious it was. What about some Ron-centric recs? Ron icons, favourite quotes connected to Ron, a Ron fanmix, Ron's name written in fairy lights – if you can think of it, then DO IT.

Leave a description of your contribution in the subject line. Eg, RON: FANMIX, RON: HAIKU, or RON: DRABBLE or just RON: LOVE if it's just general love.

Commenting on other people's contributions, and general chit-chat, is firmly encouraged. Will this mean the threads get a little crazy? WHO KNOWS. :D

What is and isn't allowed?
You can write any pairing, or gen, any length, any genre, any rating. Please use warnings appropriately. Content does not have to be fluffy by any means, but character bashing would not be appropriate at this fest. If you have any doubts, just ask me or capitu.

I've written a 20k fic for the fest, is that OK?
:DDD OF COURSE. If there's anything that you want to host on your own journal, just leave the link in the comment thread.

I can't find a thread for Aunt Marge / Griphook / Trevor! Are only certain characters eligible for love?
Please check the masterlist first, HERE. I'll try to keep the masterlist updated as much as possible, but I do have to sleep and stuff, so please skim through the latest comment threads as well, to see if someone else has begun one for your character. If Aunt Marge or whoever has been cruelly neglected so far, please start your own thread, putting their name in the subject line.

As to who's eligible: EVERYONE. If they feature in the Harry Potter series, they qualify for the fest.

My fanwork deals with more than one character, where shall I put it?
GOOD QUESTION. Did you feel inspired with love for one of the characters more than the others, perhaps? If not... if it's a pairing fic, say Neville / Luna, you could post it on Neville's thread, and leave a link to it on Luna's thread. If it's, say a drawing of the Lestranges, start a thread titled “The Lestrange family” and put it on there. If you still don't know where to put it, just ask me or capitu, or just do something different entirely, if you like; we won't shout at you.

Am I only meant to leave love for my favourite character?
No! Leave love for as many people as you like! You have the whole week to shower as many HP characters as you wish with love. You could even challenge yourself and try to appreciate a character you haven't really given much thought to before.

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LET THE LOVE BEGIN! ♥

Comments

[lobelia321.livejournal.com]

Subject line: DUDLEY: FANFIC

"There's something you should know." His mum had that look on her face, stern, frightened and concerned all at the same time. The look of someone who's opened what they think is a jar of honey but it contains pickled gherkins instead. Dudley dug into his cereal. He ate muesli these days; his father called it chicken feed. Nothing he did could please his dad. "It's for the boxing," his mum said, and Dudley resented the fact that she stood up for him and that he didn't stand up for himself. Just sullenly shoveled rolled oats into his mouth.

"I didn't want to tell you when you were little," said his mother, and a grey dread crept up through Dudley's veins. His coccyx smarted. He didn't like this.

"But your aunt and uncle, Harry's parents," his mother took a deep breath, "they didn't die in a car crash, you know."

He'd suspected as much.

She turned big glassy eyes on him. "They were murdered!"

"Murdered?" This was new. A chill squirmed up his spine from his fiery coccyx.

"Yes." His mother seemed disinclined to say more, just stared at him.

Dudley swallowed the gob of muesli in his mouth. "Murdered?"

His mother nodded.

"Did they ever catch the murderer?"

His mother's chin shook. She leant in closer and looked around as if there were cameras hidden in the corner of the kitchen. "No," she whispered. "They never did. He's still out there."

Dudley couldn't swallow. His head was under a hood of fear. This was familiar. So this is what he'd been frightened of all his childhood. It was real. Not that mumbo jumbo nonsense they'd tried to fob him off with. It was this: a killer on the loose. He remembered a zillion movie scenarios.

"But," he faltered, "did you go to the police? What do the police say? He's not, he's not coming after us, is he?"

"Oh, we can't go to the police," his mother said, decidedly. "That wouldn't do any good. Might put all our lives in danger. We don't want to draw attention."

"O my god," said Dudley. He stared at his mother. She was in deadly earnest. This was real. He could feel it in his bones that this was real. This was real fear. This was a real reason.

"Do they know who did it?" he said in a barely audible voice.

"Yes, they do," said his mother. She took a deep breath. "It was that evil wizard who's plotting to take over the world. His name's--"

"What," Dudley said. His spoon clattered into the muesli milk.

"He killed them with a magic curse," his mother continued, "only Harry survived. His scar, it's from the curse."

Dudley stood up. His insides were in turmoil. He wanted to cry and be sick at the same time. He couldn't believe it. "Mum," he said, "what is this? Why are you doing this?"

"I know," she cried. She wrung her hands. "I'm sorry we didn't tell you before. It was necessary, to keep you safe. But now that you're going to leave and go out into the world, and you're old enough now, you need to know--"

"I cannot believe this," Dudley said, and then louder, "I really cannot believe you."

"Diddlekins…"

"Shut up!" he shouted, "just shut up! I'm almost 18! I do *not* want to be fobbed off with fairy stories."

"But Diddles…"

"All my life," he yelled, almost sobbing now, "all my life you've fed me this crap. Why, who knows. Maybe you were trying to protect me from this, what, this other harsh reality, this murder? I don't know. But it is shite. I don't want to hear any more of it. And I don't believe in your murder theory either. How do I know that's not a lie just like everything else?"

"But Dud…"

"Just like everything else! Just like my whole life! My whole fucking life in this house, in this so-called family!"

His mother flinched at the swear word, and that upset Dudley even more, that with all the crap, the real serious crap that was going on, she should zero in on the word 'fuck'. He felt terribly betrayed.

"Grow up," he said and left the kitchen.

(Snippet from my soon-to-be-posted chaptered longfic) :-)

[birdsofshore]

Thanks for sharing this, lobelia! I find Dudley such a fascinating character; it was very interesting to read his interactions with his mother here.