To spare you guys some of the “HEE! DECORATIONS. TINSEL!” rambling, I’m going to give you some excerpts from ongoing fics/my random prose file (a file that only Jacky has seen, to date.)
Some of them are old, and most unedited. So forgive me? 
The worlds of the fanfis don’t belong to me, obviously. But the original stuff is mine, and either way don’t steal. 
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HP:
‘How can you still smile, Andry?’ Sirius asked watching his older cousin as she watched her older sister, Bellatrix, walk into Knockturn Alley, Rodolphus whispering something undoubtedly wicked in her ear as she laughed. Andry smiled very faintly at her sister then looked to Sirius.
‘You don’t think about it. Just pretend she’s bewitched… in a way she is.’
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HP:
‘Oh don’t start Sirius! Don’t you dare even try. You tease me and taunt me, you know you do. You come to me for help that I shouldn’t give you, you smile at me sometimes and make fun. We can’t… I can’t do this anymore, Sirius. We’ve got too much history. And one day I’ll get orders and they might be to hurt you, your precious friends or something related to you and I won’t hesitate Sirius, because you brought this upon yourself the day you grew attached to the mudbloods and traitors. We had all the power in the world and you just left. You abandoned your family. I don’t care how horrible our parents are, I’m not your parents or mine, I’m your fucking spitting image Sirius, just older and female. You and your friends think I’m evil, but at least I don’t abandon my best friend on a whim because of a Potter, I don’t lie and try to hide who I am, what I am! You’re just as Black as me, just as dark natured, you’d enjoy it, I know you would. But you’re too busy being someone else for the Gryffindors because being yourself as opposed to hiding behind a façade is so much more evil. You’re caught in more lies just because you’re afraid to be what you are, who you are. You’ve hurt me before and I’ve seen you enjoy it so don’t pull that self righteous bull shit on me either. You’re no better then me, no less evil and by far less important.’
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HP AU:
‘Orion, I am not so good or so brave to face a world in which my brothers, father and uncle have signed both our death warrants if I can cure the situation myself! I should sooner live in Azkaban.’
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Original Arthurian:
It had been nigh on fifteen years since she had seen the boy who was once her half-brother, the source of much of her hate for the King who had slain her father. He had been merely four summers old when he had left, a bratty little thing she had tried not to care about at all… though the success of such an action wasn’t something to be overly boastful about. She had liked him in spite of Uther. She found it impossible to see the murderer in his bright little eyes.
When Morgana finally laid eyes on Arthur for the first time in so long she looked at him with cautious grey eyes, searching for any sense of the now dead Uther within the boy, no… within the man. Arthur felt as though she were looking straight through his very soul and in spite of himself, he shivered.
Whatever it was that she thought she would find, she didn’t.
‘The King is Dead,’ Morgana said in a voice that made her seem bigger than her small stature as she walked around the smouldering pyre that spit and sizzled as it consumed the last of Uther, the rank odour of death hung around them all, making the air thick and stale. ‘Long Live The King.’ She did not bow, though the surrounding crowd of knights and nobles fell to their knees, instead she offered him a smile as she held out her hand. ‘Arthur Pendragon, we have great plans for you.’ Her voice seemed to whisper inside his head, curling around his spine and searching places that no mortal should have. ‘If you fail us, we will all die.’
Her smile disappeared.
