I have always maintained that I suffer from a writer's block. The fact is that I know it is spelt LAZY. Since I have always been writing for as long as I can remember (and I have friends and acquaintances who can remember it), people often ask me to write for them. I promise... I plan... sometimes I even put my fingers on the keyboard and then Mr Lazy comes calling...... This has been the story for the last few years, when my best writing was done in my head, but somewhere lost its way in the journey between head and hard disk.
And then...one day, just a couple of weeks ago, on a lazy Sunday afternoon, I decided to take part in a fanfic with a bunch of Potterheads. (Oh yes! I am a Potterhead. An obsessive one at that). The idea was to write two fanfics based on the First Wizarding War -- the time around the rise and fall of 'you-know-who' . By the end of the afternoon, there were not one but six fanfics... Here's the first one:
...He marched up and down the tiny corridor. He ran his hand through his dark, untidy hair. Nothing was like it was. No one could be trusted. He did not know who to count among his friends. Sometimes, he thought he would go crazy.
Once or twice he thought of going to meet Dumbledore. Afterall, Dumbledore would be able to help him sort out his thoughts. But then, so much was happening, and Dumbledore needed all his time to deal with more important things. Things were getting progressively bad. Worse than he could ever remember in his entire life. Unexplained accidents kept happening all the time. People kept disappearing.
Everyday he kept finding out about more and more people who had gone over to the dark side. He sometimes felt that there was no one he could trust. He longed for the good old days when he and James could take on, almost anyone. But now, James had Lily and Little Harry to protect. And He had all three of them to protect. After all, he was their Secret Keeper.
Secret Keeper. He wondered how wise that decision was. Everyone in the magical world knew that he and James were like brothers. And everyone would guess that if anyone had to be the Potter’s Secret Keeper, it would have to be him.
Should he make someone else the Secret Keeper? Someone less flamboyant, more obscure? For a long time he thought it had to be Remus. But Remus was a werewolf. And he knew that werewolves had a special place in Voldemort’s Army.
He continued to pace up and down the corridor.
Suddenly, there was a timid knock. He opened the door slightly. There was a small balding man standing outside. “You said, you had something important to ask of me,” the man outside said.
Sirius suddenly grinned. He opened the door a little wide and said, “Come in Peter."
And then...one day, just a couple of weeks ago, on a lazy Sunday afternoon, I decided to take part in a fanfic with a bunch of Potterheads. (Oh yes! I am a Potterhead. An obsessive one at that). The idea was to write two fanfics based on the First Wizarding War -- the time around the rise and fall of 'you-know-who' . By the end of the afternoon, there were not one but six fanfics... Here's the first one:
...He marched up and down the tiny corridor. He ran his hand through his dark, untidy hair. Nothing was like it was. No one could be trusted. He did not know who to count among his friends. Sometimes, he thought he would go crazy.
Once or twice he thought of going to meet Dumbledore. Afterall, Dumbledore would be able to help him sort out his thoughts. But then, so much was happening, and Dumbledore needed all his time to deal with more important things. Things were getting progressively bad. Worse than he could ever remember in his entire life. Unexplained accidents kept happening all the time. People kept disappearing.
Everyday he kept finding out about more and more people who had gone over to the dark side. He sometimes felt that there was no one he could trust. He longed for the good old days when he and James could take on, almost anyone. But now, James had Lily and Little Harry to protect. And He had all three of them to protect. After all, he was their Secret Keeper.
Secret Keeper. He wondered how wise that decision was. Everyone in the magical world knew that he and James were like brothers. And everyone would guess that if anyone had to be the Potter’s Secret Keeper, it would have to be him.
Should he make someone else the Secret Keeper? Someone less flamboyant, more obscure? For a long time he thought it had to be Remus. But Remus was a werewolf. And he knew that werewolves had a special place in Voldemort’s Army.
He continued to pace up and down the corridor.
Suddenly, there was a timid knock. He opened the door slightly. There was a small balding man standing outside. “You said, you had something important to ask of me,” the man outside said.
Sirius suddenly grinned. He opened the door a little wide and said, “Come in Peter."
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