I nearly forgot I have a blog....
Silly me~!
I'm returning all thanks to my mother, who is better than yours, because she's starting up her own canning business. HuneyBeeJams.blogspot.com.
Check it out, but come right back. Or open it up in a tab or something.
Don't leave me.
Please.
I'm in better spirits than I was in my last post. That's thanks to one of my favorite podcasts My Brother, My Brother, and Me. Or, ma-bim-bam, MBMBaM, etc. The Brothers are hilarious. They search through Yahoo Answers and Formspring(?) for questions asked by A) literally, the worst people society has to offer or B) Someone who genuinely needs advice on something. They find these questions and ruthlessly mock them.
And it's hilari- wait, I said that already.
And I should be done plugging the things I love, now.
I'm writing a story. I may have mentioned it before, but I'm going to talk about it now because I'm procrastinating on this story as I am typing away on my blog rather than my actual story. This time, it's a fanfic. A post-war, Harry Potter fanfic, mind you. My story was born in the What-If land of Voldemort having a child.
Well, if Tom Riddle were to have a child, it would've been sometime before his fall from power, but after he left Hogwarts. And he would have a son, of course, because Tom Riddle is a 100% y-gene producing machine. Everyone knows that. Also, the real Tom Riddle has absolutely no libido. I'm sure of that, so his baby-mama would have to be a consort or something. There would be no love-making just heir-producing.
So far we have an older Tom Riddle with nearly all his horcruxes created, a baby in the making- wait. Why the hell would he have a baby in the first place?
Paranoia and fear, perhaps.
So far we have an older Tom Riddle with nearly all his horcruxes created, a baby in the making- wait. Why the hell would he have a baby in the first place?
Paranoia and fear, perhaps.
Fear of what?
The half-prophecy Severus told him.
Of course! Now it's all starting to come together! After Tom Riddle heard the prophecy, he freaked out and needed to find a way to keep himself from dying off completely. What better than a child that can be taught to do pure evil things? But that's not enough. It's too unreliable. If the Dark Lord is vanquished and all his followers scattered across the country, the world even, how are they going to get another rise out of that? Out of some kid, even.
What if there was a spell or potion they could use to bring him back? That's too easy, what if it were a place and a spell/potion? Maybe someplace in America? And American wizards! And American wizarding schools! So, I created the Catacombs of the Dead in an American wizarding school (run by Nicholas Flamel), located between the Four Corners of Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona, and Utah. Fun, right?
What if there was a spell or potion they could use to bring him back? That's too easy, what if it were a place and a spell/potion? Maybe someplace in America? And American wizards! And American wizarding schools! So, I created the Catacombs of the Dead in an American wizarding school (run by Nicholas Flamel), located between the Four Corners of Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona, and Utah. Fun, right?
Now, we have a motive and means of bringing the Dark Lord back once he's vanished. But, what's the risk? He'll need a body to host his tattered soul in. 'cause, I mean, 7 horcruxes is enough to shred a soul to pieces, so a limp pieces of ghost isn't very threatening. Who's the host? His son, of course. But how the hell is his son going to get to America, perform the ritual, bring Voldemort back, and head back to England? What if his son, Anthony Riddle, I named him, was already a student at Akjfblk Academy for Magical Students? What if he instructed one of his followers to escort his baby and baby-mama away from England in case it is too dangerous for them to stay there during the war? And so, Mortimer Malfoy was born. Half-brother to Lucius Malfoy. They share a father. Probably the most loyal Death Eater to be trusted with such a secret mission.
Yes! Plot! It's so delicious. Still, we have one minor problem. How are we going to get post-war Harry Potter to America to meet his fate- I mean, meet new friends. The North American Triwizard Tournament?- Yes! The North American Triwizard Tournament! It's, like, super controversial and as a political move, Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry and a few guests/chaperones (Guess who?!) will be observing the North American Triwizard Tournament. They will take muggle transportation, but be guided by wizards in disguise as muggles.
Alas, I have given a lot away already, so I'd better stop right there. It's a premise. A nice premise, if I do say so myself. I'll probably provide commentary on my bloggity later. I'm about three chapters into the story. I have to send them to my beta readers and edit them myself. It's kinda all over the place so I'm hoping this little re-hashing will help pull it into focus for me. I still need a name for my American wizard school.
Godamnit! Thinking is hard!
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