Sunday, November 26, 2006

I was asked last night for a summary of the crossover fanfic I'm working on, and I promised to post it to my blog. So, without further adieu -

The story starts in the HP (Harry Potter) universe when Sirius falls through the Veil. He does not die; the Veil is not a curtain into death, but into possibility, and he finds himself on a nomadic Caamasi ship, SW (StarWars) 'verse. To make a very long story short, he learns Basic from the Caamasi, takes up with the Corellian Jedi, from there moves on to CorSec, and from there becomes a bodyguard. The reason he is so exceptional at this is because the Force and HP-verse magic are mutually incompatible and cannot be used one against the other. Because he is a wizard, Sirius has a weapon/tool that no-one else in the 'verse has. Eventually, his job and unique talents bring him to the attention of Anakin Skywalker, who is having disturbing dreams of his wife's death. Sirius, or 'the Grim', is hired to protect Padme. When Anakin becomes Vader and heads off to Mustafa, Padme stays behind. This does not fit into Palpatine's plans, and he kills her. Unfortunately, he is so strong in the Force that the Grim can do nothing to prevent the murder; all he can do is tell Vader, upon his return. This engenders the largest Force-aided tantrum this side of death. Coruscant, especially the Senate, is more-or-less leveled for quite a ways around. Vader and the Grim take off, and the Rebellion starts a decade or so earlier, with Vader as its head.

Meanwhile, back in HP-verse, the Final Battle has been fought. Harry Potter is no longer an active part of wizarding society, having become something of a recluse. Vampire Severus Snape, who turned out to be Dumbledore's man after all, has changed jobs and is now working with the Unspeakables in the Department of Mysteries. The Veil, in particular, has caught his interest, and he studies it for a decade or so before finally going through. He winds up in Valinor, Tolkien/Arda-verse, some yen before the Treeslaying and the Years of the Sun. Drawn by the fields and interactions in what is essentially the closest thing to Paradise anyone from his world has seen, he stays. When Morgoth steals the Silmarils, he heads after them in Finrod's train, being too cynical - and Slytherin - to follow a hothead like Feanor. After a few decades in ME (Middle Earth), he marries a Noldo with some Vanyarin descent; a yen or so later, they have a daughter, Poldelle. In an orc raid, young Poldelle becomes frightened and darts through the Veil, winding up on the same Caamasi ship that once housed Sirius. As they cannot understand English, Quenya, or Sindarin, the Caamasi send for the Grim. Vader comes along out of curiosity.

Poldelle, after three or so days in the Caamasi's care, is slowly withering away. As a natural-born vampire, she can only feed from an immediate biological relative, and while she can eat other foods, her need for blood is rapidly overcoming her. Vader attempts to switch the focus of her bloodlust to him, reasoning that the midichlorian-rich blood, in such a direct transfusion, at such a young age, might give her both magic and Force-sensitivity, thus creating an excellent weapon to use against the Emperor. His interest in her is not wholly mercenary, however, as she appears to be about the same age as the twins would have been had they been born. The attempt fails as her inherently (due to her father) magical nature rejects the alien substance, but fullblown bloodlust has been induced. Sirius recognises the problem and detours to Myrkr. The Force-deadening ysalamiri make it possible for Poldelle to metabolise Vader's blood and form a new parent-child bond. Upon leaving the planet, the bond allows for the slow acceptance of the midichlorians and beginning Force-sensitivity.

Vader essentially adopts Poldelle, and trains her in the Force while the Grim teaches her as much magic as is possible without a wand. When Vader contacts Mitth'raw'nuruodo, Thrawn agrees that Palpatine's predations have grown out of hand, and the menace at the edge of the Galaxy is only getting closer. The mad Sith Lord needs to be put down quickly, but the Rebellion does not have any technical advantage. Thrawn becomes battle coordinator and strategist, sharing the leadership of the Rebellion, for all practical purposes, with Vader. Poldelle, as protege and daughter, is introduced to him, but he does not share in her training. The Noghri are found and allied with, and form an elite team of bodyguards for the leaders of the Rebellion.

Meanwhile, events are preceding apace in Arda, and in HP-verse Bellatrix Lestrange breaks free of Azkaban due to reduced security and untrustworthy Dementors. She has gathered together the remaining radical pureblood-supremacists and is waging a slow campaign against the Wizarding World. As a madman, she is not much of a danger on her own, but her team of advisor/controllers uses her reputation, propaganda, and political infiltration to slowly reinstate the anti-creature and anti-Muggle laws. This is more of a problem than it had been during Voldemort's reign, as the Wizarding World and the Muggle World have, for the past ten years, been living with complete knowledge of the other's existence, and the budding cooperation is still laced with insecurity, prejudice, and fear. The two governments, instead of merging, have remained entirely separate, and many countries in the magical community are still tremendously opposed to the eventual blending of the two worlds, or even simple cooperation.

When, in SW-verse, Poldelle looks as if she is about eleven years old - because of her Eldar heritage, her physical growth is slower than a human's - Q shows up...

But the story hasn't been entirely fleshed out to that point yet, and this summary is too long as is. Comments, anyone?

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Of course! The reason Severus stayed in Arda instead of heading straight back for England was because he didn't land in ME. The curtain led straight to Valinor, the largest concentration of actively focusing minds in the universe, and the most intellectually diverse. And because Valinor is the closest thing to Paradise that exists in Arda, there was no particular reason to leave. Especially not when craftsmanship was developing at such an astounding rate; what brewer worth his salt would abandon such a ripe field of study? New ingredients, new methods, gods and demigods and immortals working along beside... it must have been incredible.

And then, when the Silmarils were stolen and the Trees slain, his vengeful nature ensured that he'd go, along with the Noldor, to get them back. I doubt he'd go with Feanor, however - Sev is distrustful, jaded, and cynical to the extreme, and Feanor is too much of a hothead for any self-respecting Slyth to really pay much attention to him, let alone swear such a horrible oath. No, he'd've taken up with the second Host and crossed the Ice with Fingolfin and Finrod. I wonder which he would have stayed near after? Would he have simply left to live on his own? Somehow I doubt it. Antisocial and acerbic nature granted, he'd probably still enjoy the company of the Eldar significantly more than that of inept mortal children, and at that point, after several yen, he'd be used to it.

So many possibilities...

Monday, November 20, 2006

I had my ears pierced today. It made Dad happy.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

Lovely picture - I wish I had the materials to do that. I think if I could change my shape I might end with wings.

Monday, November 13, 2006

One-eyed sun leering through the haze
Hordes of loveless marching while the little drummer plays
Nail in the coffin rats in the maze
Dancing arm in arm towards the looming end of days
Got to slow down

Saturday, November 11, 2006

It is not the dark I don't like. It is not the wind. My eyes are clearer when the light is gone and I no longer have to squint, and the wind has exhilarated me since I had only seven years and lived in Utah.

But the cold wet - I'd not have that, given the choice.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

A rough draft of a poem that has been fluttering at the edges of my thought for the past few days.

The skirling wind is loud and free
(I must away, must fly away -)
The seagulls wheel and whistle me
to times away, far far away.

Rose wreathes the red and rising sun
through clouds of gold and fields of blue.
The dream has come, the night is done,
and terrors too (they are so few,
so fragile-few the ones who sing
when phantoms ride in daylight's death)
have died beneath Hope's clarion ring,
and Morning's glories draw fresh breath.

But thunder's waves roll three times three:
not all is dawn, not only day,
and spearpoint stars I cannot see
call me away, far far away.

And will I stay or will I go
from this strange land of sunhazed dreams?
Deception dances to and fro
in raiment wove withouten seams -
cry All for one! for one is All,
all whirling truth and bright-churned lie.
Coquettish Day caresses, thralls
in gentle words and laughing eyes.

Still through the dream comes ringing clear
the knowing of another way;
and falling fast and free I hear
fierce Faery's horns: Away, away!