They... Like Me?

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Doctor Who and the Defence Against the Dark Arts has been nominated for a Children of Time Award (CoTA) in the "Work in Progress" category! Hurrraaaay!

I'll probably lose to one of the rival BSDM-themed fics in my category but, hey, it's an honor to be nominated.

To celebrate, however, I've upload the revised version I mentioned a few blog posts back. See, I rarely re-read my own fics mostly because 1) I wrote them so I already know pretty well what shit went down, and 2) because I only ever see bad writing and errors. Normally, I'd have left DADA alone, but I realized that I needed to change the overall story once I realized I'd been missing a key Harry Potter plot point. Namely, the War. And if there's one thing Harry Potter and the Doctor have in common (aside from being British cultural icons) it's that they both fought in a war and were damaged by it. Blame the crew at PotterficWeekly for making me think critically about the post-DH world. So I've made some slight revisions to the existing 5 chapters of the story, mostly dealing with clunky description and rewriting bits of dialogue for better flow, to set up this plot thread.

Chapter 6 is still a work in progress and will be posted when it's done.

BUT! You can find a sneak peek of the next Doctor Who and the Defence Against the Dark Arts chapter below the cut.

 

"Oh yes, Miss Granger, Professor Rowling treats House Elves very well! Too kindly for poor, undeserving House Elves! He even teaches us pretty song!"

Tannywiddle piped up. "We sing for him!"

Ginny cringed inwardly as Hermione's expression darkened. "He makes you sing for him," said the Muggleborn girl, voice flat.

The gathering of House Elves nodded and cheered affirmations. Tannywiddle turned and cried out to the whole kitchen, "We sings the song for Harry Potter's friends!"

"No!" said Hermione. "You shouldn't have to sing for anyo—"

But it was too late. Hermione's protests were drowned out as the sound of song filled the hot, aromatic kitchen of Hogwarts.

 

Debout, les damnés de la terre

Debout, les forçats de la faim

La raison tonne en son cratère

C'est l'éruption de la fin

Du passé faisons table rase

Foules, esclaves, debout, debout

Le monde va changer de base

Nous ne sommes rien, soyons tout

 

As one, the House Elves threw up their left hands high in the air, fists clenched. Hermione's eyes widened at the realization of what song the House Elves were singing.

 

C'est la lutte finale

  Groupons-nous, et demain

  L'Internationale

  Sera le genre elfiques!!

Ginny clapped. "Very nice!" She elbowed Hermione. "C'mon," she whispered. "You may not like it but at least be polite."

Hermione turned her head and stared at the redhead. "Ginny, have you ever heard of Karl Marx?"

She considered the question. "Is he... German?"

Hermione flinched. "Just ...forget it."