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Been ages since I posted, but since no one reads this, YOU CAN'T HATE ME.

GLEE/HP Crossover--drabble thing/Pairings: Klaine, Snarry, Draco/OC/Lots of Boy Love here, I can't see Dray with Pansy, you know, though Scorpius is cute! Makes assumptions, has countertenors/a true "male soprano" i.e. Sarani's voice didn't crack! Only one known true male soprano as far as I know.... anyway. Sarani's hair is to his waist, same color as Lucius's, blue eyes, chibiness, English father, French/Japanese/English mother, cause I like my peeps multi-cultural. Son of Lady DuLaton, financier of Dalton academy, grew up at Hogwarts until Final Battle, two years younger than Draco, 17 to 19, maybe son of Riddle and a woman killed upon his second rise to power (but that would be telling, and you have to have something to learn once "Under the Dining Room Floor" is finished.... Basically--Harry knows that the Malfoys stash dark artifacts under their dining room table, but something else is down there too.... dun dun dun).

Sarani is an old character, so he's rather Mary-Sue at times. I've been writing about him non-stop to try to get a fix on a real personality for him. He's a Hufflepuff at heart, calls the dark lord 'Daddy' to his face, wants nothing more than to make his mother proud, and insists on waiting for his wedding night. He and Dray were bethrothed before he was born, as soon as his conception was proven, and right before the Dark Lord was originally vanquished. By the time Sarani came into the world, his father was dead and his mother run away to France. At the age of ten, he was returned to Malfoy Manor to be raised as a future dark lord. Suffice it to say it proved impossible, and Lucius began to train Draco harder, feeling in some twisted way that it was Draco's fault for not making him do well. When the dark lord returned and tortured him until he lost his voice, Draco hid Sarani under Malfoy Manor and became a spy for Albus Dumbledore. With Severus's help, he got him out during the summer before Draco's sixth and his fourth year. He was hidden at Grimmauld Place, and found a friend in a grieving Harry. Ron and several others blamed the mute boy for his father's actions, and at the end of the year he was broken down. When Severus dragged Draco into the forbidden forest, he screamed, his wild magic breaking the curse on his vocal cords. During the hunt for the horcruxes, he was sequestered away at his mother's home in France, and after his father's death, Harry, Draco, and Severus took him to America to escape the demands and anger of the wizarding world.


"It's not the end of the world!"

"Yes it is yes it is yes it is!" Kurt rolled his eyes at his step-brother. "It's the most expensive scarf I own, and you put in the dryer. The dryer! On high!"

"That was three days ago!" Kurt glared at his brother and bitch-stepped away. Jocks!

"Hey there handsome," a smooth voice called as he passed.

"Huh, Sarani?" Kurt blinked. "What are you doing here? And without bodyguards, how daring!"

The boy in question snorted, running a hand through long blonde hair. "They're around here somewhere. Can't a body come and visit his friends without a bloody interrogation?"

"When you figure out whether you're french or english, then we can talk." Kurt waved a hand in fake disdain and then squealed. "Oh, kiss me you fool!"

"Of course my love!" Sarani offered him air kisses on both cheeks before wrapping an arm around his waist. "What would I do without you?"

"I'm sure your boyfriend would have a few ideas."

Sarani let go, jumping up and down. "Oh, oui! That's why I came to talk to you, dahling!" When he was excited he forgot his posh english upbringing and reverted his his childhood in France with his mother. "Look, look," he offered his hand, and it took Kurt a few tries to grab it.

"Oh my gosh, it's gorgeous!" A diamond heart adorned a white gold band littered with pale blue topazes. For his eyes, no doubt.

"A wedding in France, by the sea with white roses and lilacs!" Sarani crowed. "I'll finally have a reason to wear my mother's kimonos!"

"Draco doesn't deserve your glorious majesty, Lord Jean-Louise Sarani Du Laton-Malfoy."

"Oui, oui," his blond friend squealed. "What does a baron have on a prince?"

"Oh my gosh, you have to come to glee, we have to show Blaine."

"Only if you sing with me, I've missed you so much!"

"Are you going to sing Memory again?" Kurt begged as they walked down the halls of McKinley High.

"It's not a duet...." Sarani generalized.

"Ah, we're here!" Kurt pulled him into the room. "Hey, Mr. Schue, this is Sarani. Sarani, Mr. Schuester. Sarani's going to sing for us, kay?"

"Kurt...." Mr. Shuester took in Sarani's Dalton uniform. "You can't make someone sing, I'm pretty sure we've talked about this before."

"It's alright, sir," Sarani offered. "Please forgive him. My name is Jean-Louise DuLaton. I really do enjoy singing, I'm just unable to join the Warblers for personal reasons."

"Right, enough with the Lord crap, Blaine! Look at this, Draco finally worked up the nerve!" Sarani smiled at the teacher as he was pulled over to the chairs.

"Wow, Sarani, I thought it would take until you were old and grey. You've only been together since you were babies and all."

"Watch that smart mouth, wanker!" He flipped his hair. "And I was actually going to sing Memory for Kurt in celebration."

Blaine blanched. "Forgive me Lord Dalton," he begged. "Such sweet sounds, let us hear them again."

"Please Tono," Kurt begged as well.

"You two should be in Drama Club," Mercedes interjected. "Let me see that rock."

Sarani grinned at her. "Isn't it lovely?"

The girls awwed together at the love-sick expression on his face. Mr Shuester cleared his throat. "Okay guys, let's settle down. Kurt and Blaine's friend is going to sing for us before we talk about this week's assignment."

Sarani pulled away and went to speak to the band before standing in front of the piano. "Kurt, want to play for me?"

"Aha, so it is a duet," Kurt answered cheekily as he slid onto the bench. "I should have known."

"Stuff it!" Kurt just grinned at him and played the introduction.

"Daylight," Sarani cried, looking at his fellow countertenor,
"See the dew on the sunflower
And a rose that is fading
Roses whither away
Like the sunflower
I yearn to turn my face to the dawn
I am waiting for the day . . .

Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every streetlamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters
And the streetlamp gutters
And soon it will be morning

I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I musn't give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Kurt joined him for the final two verses, which was about all he could manage. Rachel had stars in her eyes as their voices harmonized.

"Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
The streetlamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me
It's so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You'll understand what happiness is

A new day has begun

Kurt coughed and Blaine offered them water. "I can't believe it," Rachel crowed. "Forget the Warblers, you need to enroll in McKinley High now!"

Kurt drank half the plastic bottle before giving it to Sarani, who chugged it down. "Rachel," Schue warned.

"No she's actually right this time, no offense," Puck offered.

"None taken, I know a true star is a lot to handle sometimes," she waved it off.

"Anyway," Puck continued. "That's some serious shit, we could win Nationals with that, hell, we could go on a world tour."

"I don't think I'll have much time to plan my wedding on tour, guys," Sarani tried to offer, raising his hands. "Anyway, that's the only song in my repertoire, really, everything else I'm just on backup. I learned it for my uncle's wedding."

"How are they by the way?" Kurt offered, ignoring the crowd.

"Harry's pregnant again."

"You think they would have learned to use contraception by now."

"I can understand though, I myself want to have loads of kids. Did you know that there has only been one Malfoy child for the last twelve generations?!"

"No way," Kurt was shocked, "it must be all that British inbreeding."

"Well Draco and I are only fifth cousins twice removed or something like that, and it's only on one side of the family. His grandfather, heaven bless his soul, wanted him to marry a third cousin on both sides!"

"That man sounds terrible every time you talk about him," Blaine interjected. "I'm really glad I never met him, you should never punch old people."

"Blaine," Kurt rolled his eyes, "really Blaine?"

"You love me."

Kurt swooned at the sentiment. "So do you." Sarani stuck his tongue out at both of them.

"Bloody idiots."

"I thought we were French today?"

"Who knows?" Blaine asked. "Who knows?"

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practicing my cutting--doll from rinmarugames

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I heart TCGs you know!


Monday, July 23rd, 2012 09:48 pm
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i FEEL like royalty today! SO MUCH ACOMPLISHED! no one reads this but I dare you to! I dare you to revel in my happiness! Can you imagine what it's like to be sick all the time? To feel the difference between surviving and living in your very bones? In your blood? In the fluids that protect your brain?

I have so much fluid in my brain that it was slowly pushing out my eyeballs--really really slowly, like it would have happened when I was eighty or something, but since the condition was discovered, my vision has improved by 20%.

aLL together I have FIVE autoimmune disease plus the genetic markers for heart disease. If I marry someone with the same gene as me, our kids may need beta-blockers. My sister already took them for a rather harrowing month before they discovered the problem; now she has to be really careful.

AFTER all the messed up s-word, I am happy to have spent three hours cleaning my room after a month of not even being able to get out of bed for doctors appointments.


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I have a lot of them--all of them are imaginary, but when you need protecting you don't mind if they are. I have Legolas, Seto-nii (you've already met), Draco Malfoy (if he promises to stay good), Carlisle, Clark Kent, Dick Grayson, Logan, Kakashi, Jack O'Neill and Rayek.

For those who don't know Rayek--go to to read the whooolllleee series--and let me tell you something. The series is thirty something years old now, so I'm not offended if you don't know that this icon shows one of his 'soft' faces. The dude is snarkier than a snark, no offense to snakes, sharks, or any other said animal. He runs away for five years because the girl he loves marries another.... and then when he sees her again, he kidnaps her! Not right away of course, but it was a rather stupid thing to do..... Plus a lot of the mess that follows him around is his fault.

But he's completely loyal to those he loves. He heals Leetah's lifemate Cutter because he loves her--otherwise the Chief of the Wolfriders would be DEAD before dark.

Plus he teaches magic to her kid, and rescues an old rockshaper, and saves his daughter from the machinations of the head evil woman (whom he almost had an affair with after she used her magic to seduce him and make him destroy a mountain).

I supposed to be making you like him! Damnit, this guy is awfully emo. So totally SASUKE! Of course Sasuke would have been based off of him XP which means

Rayek, pretty boy, powerful magical elf, loyal big brother--

You were the original Emo!

So so sorry.....

When you're young

Monday, July 16th, 2012 07:47 pm
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I never thought myself the center of the universe. It was always my father. And once he lost his mind and his sun exploded, he took the rest of us with him.

Perhaps that was why my mother didn't pay as much attention to me as my sisters. She claims it's because I didn't need it--with an IQ over 130, walking and talking before I was one, reading and writing at three, I was intellectually independent. But I'm no Kaiba--and even if I was I'd be a Mokuba not a Seto. I needed emotional support, so I leaned on him.

Suffice it to say my father was sufficiently unstable to leave me with a pile of mental scars and yet had an amazing charisma for a crazy man.

I don't miss him. I miss the idea of him--my daddy--but my soul has finally been freed from the man. I won't go through the journey right now: the step-fathers, the police, the hospital, wild things that would make you grateful that I can function in society; today I saw my step-mother in the middle of Fulton Mall, not half a block from where I live, and had a very delayed reaction. Not the usual PTSD, but a simple 'oh my gosh that was her!' that lasted a few hours and caught me when my mind drifted.

I hope that means my Mokuba days are coming to an end. Right now, I'm fine if at least one person appreciates me. I hope one day I'll be the one to appreciate myself.

Seto needs love though. Jou can do the job quite nicely, since Seto-nii has a saving people thing.
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Did you know that presidents are only allowed to serve 10 years? It's because after Teddy Roosevelt died, they made a law that no one would be president longer than he had.... That's how much every one loved him. Love is amazing! It even makes governments reform~

In Janeli there are different levels of love. I'm using this post to help me figure them out.

* general love--compassion for strangers, nature protection, etc

* genial love--acquaintances, objects of personal importance, etc

* familial love--pets, friends, family, objects of personal significance: i.e. birthday presents, named stuffed animals, baby blankets, etc

*platonic love
a striving toward love of spiritual or ideal beauty.
purely spiritual; free from sensual desire

* romantic love--two levels
familiar (not to be confused with familial)
intrinsic (belonging to a thing by its very nature)

* agape (a-gah-pay) love--God's love, all-encompassing, all-blanketing

Then there's the dark side of love:

obsessiveness, stalking, insanity... I'll work on those levels later^^ for now just know they exist.

so what i am doing

Monday, July 9th, 2012 10:41 pm
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I give up on making people see sense. Please remind me next time I go crazy.

August 2012

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