Hi. I've been gone for a while… Really would like to come back… Hope you'll welcome me when I do, I do want to update some of my stories and write some new ones.
Some info about me... My name is Maia, I'm 21 years old, I'm a human female and I love to write, especially HP fanfiction, and especially slash. Not all of my stories are SSPs, but a lot of them are.
I love writing, so it goes without saying that I also love reading. My favourite works of fiction apart from Harry Potter include The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams, The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher, The Bartimaeus Trilogy by Jonathan Stroud, His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman, Jonathan Strange and Mr Norell by Susanna Clark, Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman and The Temeraire Series by Naomi Novik.
My second love is music, and I don’t think I could live without it. As you will see, pretty much all my one shots are song-fics. Music inspires me in every way. My favourite bands include Tool, Sonata Arctica, Pink Floyd, Blind Guardian, Metallica, Iron Maiden, Nighwish, Placebo, We Were Promised Jetpacks, Led Zeppelin, Them Crooked Vultures, the occasional moment of Deerhoof and a whole bunch of others, mostly within the rock genre in one way or another. I am also a music student, and a singer. On my website, you can listen to some do my tunes, though most of them are bad live recordings, so don't give them too much weight.
I also love comic books, movies, TV shows, anime, pen & paper RPGs and all other manner of geekery. I am a dedicated Mac user (or iWhore, as we like to call ourselves) and I love all kinds of tiny gadgets and electronics that I gladly screw apart but can never put back together again. :)
I am a
:: PI Beta :: Duellist :: Drabbler :: Artist ::
What you will find here:
Maia in the Mirror:
This story is most likely discontinued. I haven’t really felt inspired to write it for some time, but I might pick it up again eventually. It started out as one of those “put myself in the Potterverse”-things, the main character is based on me and a lot of the other characters are based on my friends. In the end, however, it became too much work and I just don’t enjoy writing it as much as I enjoy writing other things.
Too Much Love Will Kill You:
This was meant as an alternate ending to my one shot Bohemian Rhapsody, and was supposed to be about ten chapters long. The bunny ran away from me, and I had to follow, and now this story is halfway along and already nine chapters. It never turns out the way you meant it to… But I’m sticking with this one until the end. Harry/Draco is my OTP! ;)
And I know the title is a mouthful… I’m considering shortening it to just Too Much Love, but I’m thinking it might be a little late for that now.
Severely Moonstruck is my first attempt at writing a particular pairing I’ve grown quite fond of lately. The whole story started with a tiny conversation in TMLWKY and grew from there. For those who were wondering whom Remus’ secret lover was, this is the story where you find out. Actually it’s not much of a secret… I think everyone has figured out what ship this really is by now, anyway…
A Night at the Opera Series
This is a series of one-shots all based on songs from Queen’s album A Night at the Opera. I wrote them as a personal challenge, to see if I could find a Potterverse plot to every song on the album. I almost got there. I have bunnies for all of them except Good Company. We’ll see if I ever bother to write them all down… A Night at the Opera consists of the following stories:
Death on Two Legs (slash)
This is the second Snape-centred story I ever wrote. The first one I’m afraid was taken down from this site (it was a one-shot with rape in it, and it was decided that these were not allowed by our lovely modlies), however this one remains.
Lazing on a Sunday Afternoon
This story has a very rare main character: Fudge. It’s actually more like a monologue than a story… I might be entirely alone, but I actually felt a little bit sorry for Fudge in HBP. Yes he was arrogant and foolish, but to err is human, as they say, and in the first chapter of HBP, Fudge admits his mistakes.
I'm In Love With My Car
You know, I always wondered what the back story was with the Ford Anglia… Since we get no real explanation, I decided to write my own version. Only piece of humour I’ve ever written, apart from a few drabbles. It really isn’t my forte…
You're My Best Friend
I swear to Godric, I really meant to write a Ron/Harry, for a lark. I just couldn’t do it! So I wrote a fluffy little friendship fic instead. :)
Here’s the only Sirius/Remus I’ve ever written, at least the only one purely so. I used to fancy myself a Wolfstar shipper, but lately I’ve decided that what Remus truly needs is someone more sensitive. Sirius is too brash and blunt for Remus. Anyway, this is a grief fic, which is one of my other favourite genres.
And this is the story that started it all. Two “alls”, actually. It was the first fic I wrote for A Night at the Opera, and it’s what started TMLWKY. This one is much sadder, but in a way I prefer this ending, because I like tragedy, and I like relationships that don’t work out. I like to see them fail, especially with Harry/Draco. When I say it’s my OTP, I’m really lying a little, because I have no delusions of it ever working out… I just find the dynamics interesting, the idea of it all. That’s why I write it.
The Tool Song Fics:
For those who know me, I don’t think I need to say that I love Tool. This band has given me so much. Their music has given me whole new thoughts and ideas and literally changed changed my life, I recommend everyone who is into any sort of more complex and progessive music to give them a listen. There’s nothing else quite like them in the world.
This story is based on the song 10,000 Days from Tool’s album by the same name. Maynard wrote it for his mother, Judith Marie, after she finally died after years of pain caused by a stroke. She was a Methodist (if I remember correctly), a good Christian and a remarkably selfless and good person. The songs Wings for Marie and 10,000 Days are Maynard’s thoughts after this loss, and the hope that if there is a God, Judith Marie has indeed got her wings, because no one deserves them more than she. I wanted to write a fic based on it, because death and grief are subjects close to my heart. My father died when I was eleven, and I too desperately cling to the hope that he is in a better place, and that he’s looking down on me and watching me.
Vicarious is a song which represents what I really like best about Tool; the cynicism, the idea that there is no hope for mankind. It’s not that I necessarily believe this myself, but sometimes I wonder. With all the bad things that go on in this world, can people really be inherently good? It also focuses on the hypocrisy of that which is politically correct, as they say. Because there is a certain fascination to the macabre, to death and war and suffering. That’s why we watch horror movies. But it’s not politically correct to admit it. That’s what it’s all about.
I love this song. Schism gives me thing special feeling; the instrumentation is amazing, the lyrics are absolutely fantastic… It’s so special to me that I felt it was the perfect song to use to illustrate poor Dumbledore’s relationship with Gellert Gridelwald and with Aberforth. Schism is about lost love, lost feelings, pieces fallen way… I don’t think I can explain it in any other way.
This story is based on the song Stinkfist, from Tool’s album Ænima (1996). There should be no surprise as to why I chose to change the title. Stinkfist is an amazing song. I think that if you want to know what a person is really like, look at what kind of music can move them. Surprisingly enough, this song moves me deeply. If you read the lyrics, this information will probably creep you out a little… Anyway, the story is about dear old Remus, and his problems coping after the deaths of Lily, James and Peter, and the revelation that it was Sirius who murdered them. It is a story about what that kind of pain can do to a person’s soul, how it can take away all feeling, and how that damage can be lessened by connecting with another human being, in the right way, if only for a moment.
The Patient is another of my favourite songs. Quite apart from the beautiful music (I just love 5/4, don’t you?), the lyrics take my breath away. It occurred to me a while ago that this song really applies to Neville’s situation in a unique way. In the books we see the really brave side, the loyal side of him; how he loves them so much even though they barely know who he is. But even heroes feel discouraged at times. I guess I just thought that Neville must at some point grow weary of it all, and that’s when this idea popped into my head. Hope people like it; I appear to be writing a lot of grief fics lately… I’m the queen of angst! Yes! :P
What you can expect in the future:
I have a few more Tool fics in mind that I will write and post. I might get back to A Night at the Opera and Maia in the Mirror eventually, but for the time being I will focus on TMLWKY and SM, and on my original fiction.
Thanks to all my betas, who have helped make these stories possible! Thanks also to all the banner makers who have made me beautiful banners for my stories!
Extra special thanks to Bridget for being a nazi when it’s needed, Kelsey for being ever supportive, all the wonderful and brilliant moderators of MNFF and last but not least, my better half for allowing my obsession.
Thank you all!
Summary: “Saw that gap again today as you were begging me to stay. Managed to push myself away, and you as well, my dear.
You still love me and you push it on me.
And I’m slipping back into the gap again. I feel alive when you touch me. I feel alive when you hold me down.
If, when I say I might fade like a sigh if I stay, you minimise my movement anyway, I must persuade you another way.
Pushing and shoving and pushing me… There’s no love in fear!”
This wasn’t the way it was meant to be, staring at each other over pieces of broken glass, the air heavy with the echo of angry words and endless regret. This wasn’t how it was meant to be…
To Sirius it was sometimes a joke, sometimes not. Mostly it seemed that it was, which was why Remus began to long for something else, someone sincere who would understand him and not deny him, and he found that person where he least expected it.
This story was born from a conversation in chapter five of Too Much Love Will Kill You. If you were wondering who Remus' other lover was, this is that story.
It is not necessary to read TMLWKY to understand this fic.
Summary: "Too much love will kill you, just as sure as none at all."
Harry has spent eight months with the memory of one fateful night, not knowing whether his lover is dead or alive. When he learns that his lover has returned and is being tried by the Wizengamot, Harry wants to do everything in his power to save them, but does this lover still want him, or did it not matter to them at all? And how will Harry explain to his friends that he loves Draco Malfoy?
Alternate sequel to Bohemian Rhapsody.
3rd-5th Years •
Summary: “I’m still right here, giving blood and keeping faith, and I’m still right here.
If there were no rewards to reap, no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I’ve chosen here, I certainly would have walked away by now.
I’m gonna wait it out. Be patient…
If there was no desire to heal, the damaged and broken met along this tedious path I’ve chosen here, I certainly would have walked away by now.
And I still may.”
Neville sits in St. Mungo’s, contemplating the futility of sitting there, hoping that his parents will get better and knowing they won’t; wondering if he’ll ever dare to allow himself a life; wishing that things had been different, that he’d had a mother’s arms to comfort him when he was sad, that he’d had a longer childhood and that he dared tear himself off the path of tedium and self-pity he is on to go talk to someone who cares…
Summary: “It’s not enough, I need more. Nothing seems to satisfy. I don’t want it; I just need it to breathe, to feel, to know I’m alive. Deep within the Borderline… Show me that you love me and that we belong together. Relax, turn around and take my hand. I’ll keep digging till I feel something!”
Since losing all his closest friends, Remus has nothing left to live for. It’s as though he has lost all sensation, and despair is pressing in from all sides. Indulging in alcohol and casual sex, Remus tries desperately to find something that will make him feel again, but in the end there is only one thing that can…
6th-7th Years •
Summary: "I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down.
No fault, none to blame. It doesn't mean I don't desire to
point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over;
to bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication. Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers, between supposed brothers.
In May 1945, Albus Dumbledore defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald. A few days after this, Albus ponders his life and the schism which, nearly fifty years prior, tore his life apart. Can his brother forgive him? Can he forgive Gellert Grindelwald?
6th-7th Years •
Summary: "Credulous at best, your desire to believe in angels in the hearts of men. The universe is hostile, so impersonal. Devour to survive. So it is, so it's always been. Vicariously I live while the whole world dies.
Severus doesn't believe there is good in the world. How can there be, when he must kill Albus Dumbledore?
1st-2nd Years •
When Maia's father dies, she finds herself believing that nothing is real anymore. So those letters that have been arriving must be a hoax, right? But Maia soon finds herself thrown into a new reality of wands and spells and potions, new friends, new enemies, a new life. She arrives at Hogwarts, only to find that the same prejudice people exist here too, even in her own house. Meanwhile, even though Voldemort was finally vanquished two years ago, there are still Death Eaters running loose, trying to start anew without their Master.
Summary: “Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a land slide, no escape from reality. Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see… Anywhere the wind blows doesn't really matter to me.”
Draco Malfoy has killed a man – a fellow Death Eater. Running away from the Death Eaters who are sure to pursue him, he runs into a weary Harry Potter, and takes a risk which may prove fatal.
Last story in my Night at the Opera series.
1st-2nd Years •
Summary: "Ten-thousand days in the fire is long enough; you're going home. You're the only one who can hold your head up high, shake your fist at the gate saying: "I've come home now! Fetch me the Spirit, the Son and the Father. Tell them their pillar of faith has ascended. It's my time now, give me my wings!"
Harry sits at St. Mungo's, waiting for the death of his friend; waiting, hoping and praying that Remus will pass from this Earth at last, happy and complete, with no more pain. Praying that he'll get his wings, because no one deserves them more.
3rd-5th Years •
“Don’t you hear my call, though you’re many years away? Don’t you hear me calling you? All your letters in the sand cannot heal me like your hand. For my life still ahead, pity me.” Remus stares through the veil. The dust on the floor still holds his footprints.
The fifth short in my A Night at the Opera series.
1st-2nd Years •
“Ooh, you make me live! Whenever the world is cruel to me, I got you, you’re all I see. You’re the best friend that I ever had, I know I’ll never be lonely. You’re the only one. I really love the things that you do. You’re my best friend.” In lonely times when everything seems far away, Harry only has Ron to turn to.
Fourth short in my A Night at the Opera series.
1st-2nd Years •
“I’m holding your wheel! All I hear is your gear! I’m cruising in overdrive. Don’t have to listen to no one in the middle talk jive. I’m in love with my car. Got a feel for my Automobile…” The muggle car was beautiful and bright turquoise. It wasn’t big or suave. It was not one of those fancy, big American cars. It was simply a cute little Ford Anglia. But Arthur Weasley loved it!
Third short in my A Night at the Opera series!
1st-2nd Years •
“I go off to work on Monday morning. Tuesday I go off to Honeymoon. I’ll be back again before it’s time for sunny-down. I’ll be lazing on a Sunday afternoon.” The thoughts of Cornelius Fudge right before he goes to see the Muggle Prime Minister, grumbling about what a good life he had.
"Death on two legs! You never had a heart of your own... Have you found a new toy to replace me? Can you face me? But now you can kiss my ass goodbye."
At a Death Eater meeting in 1979, Severus is forced to face Lucius again, after five years of silence.
First short in my A Night at the Opera series. Enjoy.