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The idea was first suggested to me by [livejournal.com profile] rabican, who leadeth me to crack water. And [livejournal.com profile] two_if_by_sea maketh me drink the crack water.

Hornblower is sixteen, and he dreams about the sea. The notion may be familiar to you: if so, the content will be familiar, too. He dreams about the sea. Storms and sunsets, halyards and bowspirits combined with the intricacies of taking a heavy-gunned seventy-four through stormy waters as opposed to the way that a smaller ship almost bobs on the waves by comparison. The freedom of a ship's captain is the widest freedom on Earth, though in these dreams, sometimes he is a midshipman, and sometimes he is a lieutenant. There are a few dreams where he is a captain and has the deck to himself and paces up and down the side, looking at a tropical island that lies to their port side.

When Hornblower wakes, the dreams are still very much with him. Nevertheless, he leaves his bed. He dresses, makes sure his clothes are decently in order. Studies until it is light, and then he goes down to the dining hall, gets breakfast, and goes to the Infirmary to tell Bush all about his latest dream.

The Gryffindor statuette next to Bush's bed has to be bribed with a bit of bacon. Bush himself is usually still asleep depsite the racket of his sisters and mother making a horrid fuss, through the the bedside photograph, to wake.


"I don't know why you keep dreaming about it. You should ask the nurse for something to make you sleep. Or brew it up yourself. I'm sure the Potions Master would let you have the ingredients."

Bush was eating his breakfast -- more properly, he had finished eating the breakfast that the Infirmary supplied, and now, he was starting in on the provisions that Hornblower had brought him. He was having toast with butter, three eggs, four sausages, and six slices of tomato, each slice of which was watery and pale-looking as Bush liked them. Hornblower had carefully wrapped those last up with a napkin to keep them from dripping down his arm while he walked to the Infirmary; containment charms seemed not to work so well on them, and Bush had tucked the other napkin that Hornblower brought him under his chin.

"There's fruit, too. Nothing at the table, of course." Hornblower concentrated on making sure that he was getting everything out of his sleeves. Bush eyed, rather suspiciously, the object that Hornblower set on the bedside table. "But I'm starting to get results with my Season Shifting spells in the greenhouse, so I've got mangoes and pawpaws for you. I think that I've got them tasting right."

It made for an exotic-looking mountain on the beside table. Bush considered them. After a while, he turned back to Hornblower. He was frowning, and Hornblower fidgeted.

"Slughorn would give you the ingredients if you wanted. He's not only the head of your house, but he's been trying to make a project out of you, too."

It was bright and remarkably sunny in the Infirmary, and after a rather awkward moment, Horatio dug into his sleeve and pulled out a tin of candied pineapple and set it on the bed.

"He gave that to me last night. You can have it too, if you like."

The napkin tucked under Bush's chin was from the Slytherin table. At the corner, a green snake bit its own tail and turned about in a circle; during their conversation, the Gryffindor statuette had jumped up from the floor, and it was now napping at the foot of the bed in a patch of sunlight. Hornblower rubbed its ears, and the lion sighed in its sleep and rolled over onto its back to have its stomach rubbed.

It was quiet in the infirmary for a bit more. Eventually, Bush went back to eating, and Horatio got the seventh-year Arithmancy book out of his sleeve to quiz Bush on it.


Bush, unsurprisingly, played Quidditch. He captained his house team as an outstanding Beater, though he could play any of the other positions, particularly Keeper, in a pinch.

More surprising, as a general rule, was how well Hornblower played: he was a half-decent Seeker. He had the reflexes and the coordination, though not the taste for flying. The spinning and dipping of the horizon still made him sick for the first fifteen minutes of a match; that sick feeling had come back to him when he was kneeling next to Bush on the grass of the pitch.

Hornblower's broom twitched and smoked nearby. A crowd was coming, and the separate pieces of Bush's broom still whizzed about the seating towers. The Snitch was there, somewhere, too. Hornblower's hands bled because Bush was bleeding from the back and the side, but Horatio was not sure how Bush had been cut.

It had been a mid-air catch. Bush weighed more than Hornblower did, and they had been fling so far above the pitch that lofting spells were likely to be inaccurate. Hornblower had sent his broom diving a hundred feet to catch Bush, and now, Bush did not move, except to close his eyes and smile a little, so Hornblower caught Bush's face in his hands.

When Bush was lifted into the stretcher, there was a glint of gold in the grass: Bush had taken the Snitch down with him. It was in the grass, stunned, maybe, by having Bush land on top of it. In a daze, Horatio took it in his hand and held it up for Slytherin.

They had known each other before -- ever since Bush had badly needed a tutor in Arithmancy during his sixth year -- but Slughorn did not send invitations to Hornblower until after.


"And here," Bush said. "We have Hornblower, who saved my marks last term and my life this term."

Hornblower pretended that he had been startled out of reading his Transfigurations text. It did shock him a little, though, to look out of the book and find Bush standing so close to him, and there was, Gerard, dark and handsome in Ravenclaw blue. Hornblower could guess that they talking about broom reconstruction; Bush and Gerard were friendly despite their respective captaincies, and Hornblower had seen Bush and Gerard play individual Quidditch against each together. Gerard was a Chaser; after ten minutes, the matches devolved into Bush lobbing Bludgers at a whooping, diving Gerard who pelted Bush with Quaffles and rocks and any other firepower he could find.

They talked about Quidditch and girls a good deal.

"Spectacular piece of flying," Gerard said and stuck his hand out to be shaken. "Probably the best I've seen at this school."

Hornblower shook the hand.

There was more silence. Hornblower thought about his coffee, which he'd charmed back into being hot so that he could dissolve more sugar in it; he'd stayed late at Slughorn's that night. He'd been issued a personal invitation by the Head Boy himself, and eventually, Gerard cleared his throat and made a show of looking down the table. "We'd better get going, Bush. I don't think Slytherin likes us standing so close to next year's prefect and their future Head Boy."

Hornblower found, with a bit of a flush, that Bush was still studying him. And it was true. Bush and Gerard were drwing some hostile looks. That morning, Ravenclaw had gotten fifty points at Slytherin's expense in third year Herbology.

Before they left, though, Bush bent down and grasped Hornblower's shoulder. "You're still having those damn dreams about going to sea, aren't you?" He whispered into Hornblower's ear; his hand was large. "Meet me in the broom workshop shed an hour before dinner."


"It's not done, but I've got access to the woodworking equipment until the end of term. I might as well do something with it. If everything works out, we'll be able to take it onto the lake a few times before the summer. It'll be my seventh year project."

The broom workshop was a loft above the broom not-really-a-shed, and at the moment, the boat consisted of two boards that stuck out from the side of the rib. Through the window, Hornblower could see that it was still gray and wet and autumn in Scotland outside. Hornblower had, in fact, very little notion of how to build a Muggle boat, but Bush looked enthusiastic. On the lathe behind him, there were the beginnings of what looked like a broomstick.

Bush was smiling at him with his head tilted to the side. There was a brown sack off to the side and what looked liked a brown jug of butterbeer. Hornblower was willing to bet there were sandwiches in the sack, and the butterbeer was spiked with Firewhiskey. Bush was still smiling at him.

Hornblower cleared his throat. "Passing the Foreign Runes NEWT is supposed to be your seventh year project, Bush."


"The goblin rune for tha, future leaping participle?"

"Um, the rune for Ke, root, with three arms sticking out the side."

"Left or right?"

Silence. Bush had decided that if he could make a broomstick entirely by hand and wand from a block of wood and carefully selected but thoroughly unmagical twigs from the Forest, he, great-great grandson Frances Hinkelfoot the Seafarer, direct descendant of Godric Gryffindor, could damn well make a Muggle boat entirely by hand. His fingers were plastered with No-Bleed charms.

"Le -- no, ri -- ah." A pause, followed by squinting at the nail to see if it was straight.

"Actually, they're up the Rune professor's arse and around the corner to his throat." Before Hornblower could correct him, Bush banged his thumb again, and as Hornblower was putting a new No-Bleed charm on, Bush muttered and looked, ruefully, at the blood he'd dripped onto the boat and, now, onto the knee of Hornblower's trousers. Hornblower had decided that he wanted a flatbottomed rowboat without a keel, and he'd been able to locate a design scheme for Bush.

"You ought to quiz me on Defense. Or Divination. I'm good at those," Bush said, but Hornblower paid him no mind and continued to rub Bush's hand to make sure that none of the No-Bleed charms would come loose. His mouth was very close to Bush's skin.


A memory from Bush's sixth year and Hornblower's fourth: it was a Hogsmeade weekend in early December. Bush was walking back with Gerard and members of both the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw Quidditch team. There was snow on the ground; more was coming down, and at the second turn in the bend, Bush told his friends that he would see them back at the castle, then jogged back to Hornblower, who was walking alone and was shivering with cold without robes.

Through sympathetic questioning, Bush learned that the school had reduced Hornblower's scholarship because they had discovered that he had a great-grandfather who had been a wizard. The one he held was only available to students without any wizarding ancestry; all the ones with some wizarding ancestry had been taken. A scholarship from the General Fund would keep him in school, but he had no pocket money, and Hornblower had lost his winter robe trying to raise some by playing Exploding Snap.

Bush was too tactful to offer his own robes, though he did try to press some of his own pocket money on Hornblower. Hornblower refused, though he looked very odd and emotional while refusing it. In the end, Bush was only able to persuade Hornblower to let himself be taught a warming charm that lasted longer and warmed more deeply than what second-year Charms taught, and they walked back, through the snow and the trees, into the deepening night.


"If you don't have family, where do you go in the summer?"

"The Long Rooms, on Diagon Alley. It's the red-colored door with the knocker in the shape of a frog. The owner of the place, Sainte-Croix, lets me sleep in the back room if I run errands and wash dishes and play cards with anybody who wants it."

Silence while Bush digested this information.

"I'm lucky. If my father had died a month earlier than he did, the Muggle authorities would have put me in an orphanage. I'd have to go to one of those in the summer."


Bush was not rich. His father had been a builder of charmed wooden furniture, and he had four sisters and a mother. The oldest sister lived in London, but there were two other Bushes at Hogwarts, and when they were all home in the summer, they crammed into a cottage north of Chichester. Bush was, in fact, poor. It was how he had learned to make his own broom and how he had learned good warming spells -- expensive robes were woven with the charms in the lining.

He was good at Quidditch, too, and he was good with his hands and item-based charms. During the episode where the Chamber of Secrets had been opened, Bush kept his head and organized the Gryffindor dorms so that none of them died. If his marks in Astronomy and Arithmancy hadn't been so poor, he would have been a prefect, and through that fall and through the winter, he made time to work on the boat.

When the weather turned fair, he moved the boat outside, and as the weather warmed and the NEWTs apporached, he took to working on the boat during the afternoons, with his shirt off and in the sunlight. Hornblower sat on a stump and asked him questions from his textbooks.


The first Quidditch match of the spring had Slytherin playing Ravenclaw. Gerard was barred from playing because he had been caught in the Hufflepuff girls' dorm the week previous, and after a bit of subterfuge, Hornblower caught the snitch in the fifty-fourth minute of play. Slughorn congratulated him heartily, on the pitch, and made a great show of inviting him, in front of everyone, to the next Slug Club supper.

"Athletic ability and academic talent. It's a rare combination. You'll be an important man someday. A very important man. We've missed you at our little parties." Slughorn beamed at him, and Hornblower blushed to the roots of his hair and wondered how he might escape having to go on Tuesday. He felt very shabby compared to all the other students there; until the end of the year, his shoes were clevely transfigured potatoes, and he had to take care to discard each pair before they started sprouting.


"Oh sweet Mer -- "

"All rowboats leak, Hornblower. The book you showed me says so. It is entirely natural that there should be some -- "

They ended up having to swim for shore. Hornblower had to bribe the merpeople with half a dozen kippers to let him raise the rowboat from the lake.


After another two attempts, Bush learned what he had done wrong, and after that, the boat no longer took so much water that she would sink within half an hour. In fact, Hornblower decided that he was rather fond of the fact that water pooled in the bottom; as the weather grew warmer, it was pleasant to stretch his legs into it. It was as though they had a lake within a lake, and he could put his toes into it without worrying about things inside the lake chewing on them. The squid had recently snatched two first years and given them a thorough dunking.

The sun was out this afternoon, and Hornblower watched as one of the lake's flying fish broke the surface and went skimming along, leaving a furrow behind it on the surface of the water.

"Look at that!" exclaimed Hornblower, sitting up straight and setting Bush's Arithmancy text aside from a moment.

"A flying fish." Bush was stretched on the other side with a paddle cradled against his chest. He swore that the boat talked to him and told him that she wanted a larger sister. One that could actually go onto the ocean, one that was powered by sail and wind. He told Hornblower that it was his interest in Muggle Studies that led him to want to make another.

"Yes! There's another!"

Hornblower leaned over to get a better view; the rowboat tipped to one side precipitously, and Bush had to shift his position tso that the rowboat wouldn't tip them into the water -- again.

"You've seen them before."

"But I've never seen one while I was sitting in a rowboat. They're fascinating creatures. In Naturalis Magica, Pliny says that reticulated flying fish like these have a stone in their stomachs that, when ground up with certain herbs, prompts highly accurate vision of the future. It's been used historically by a nu -- "

"I wish you'd be this forthcoming about Maria Weasley. She's sweet on you. And I know, for a fact, that she was waiting outside the Slytherin common room for you yesterday."

Hornblower spluttered -- Bush had flustered him to the point that he almost dropped the book into the lake, and then, he had to recover from the embarassment of the whole thing. By then, Bush had well and truly fallen asleep in the sunlight on the other side of the boat. The paddle was still cradled against his chest, and Hornblower had to nudge him on the chest with toes cooled, for that specific purpose, in lake water.


"I've never met anybody else with even one Muggle parent."

"You have. Lots of them. Your Keeper, Turpin, has two. He NEWTs sugar and coffee home to his parents -- the Muggles have had limited access to all kinds of things for years, Bush. They're fighting a war just like we are."

Bush seemed skeptical. It was, in fact, hard to think of Wizarding England being at war in any way; it was so peaceful on the lake, and these days, the professors only talked about preparing the seventh-years for their NEWTs. Hogwarts dinners continued at their usual munificence.

"There's nothing about that in our Muggle Studies books."

"That's because they're fifty years out of date. I'm telling you. Muggle England is at war. It has been for years." A pause while Hornblower dragged his fingers through the top of the lake. Flying fish -- not flying now, but with their wings tucked along the sides -- swam up to nudge his fingertips.

"Also," Hornblower said, just thinking of it. "The Head Boy. I don't know whether both of his parents were Muggles, but he goes home to a Muggle orphanage every summer."

"Splendid fellow," Bush agreed, yawning. He was trying to sneak asleep again and Hornblower nudged him again. The lake water wasn't cool enough to do the trick anymore, so he had to poke Bush in the chest. "Best Slytherin at school. After you."


The last Quidditch match of the year was Gryffindor against Ravenclaw, and Bush went after Gerard from the start. It was the last real Quidditch match that either of them would ever play, and it dragged into the night. A three-quarters moon against a clear, early summer sky, and Hornblower watched through Omniculars that he'd won from Hesper Grunion at the last Slug Club. Gerard streaked across its face, and Bush followed; they were outlined on the moon. Gerard was too good to be caught by a Bludger moving on its own, and left on his own, he would have destroyed Gryffindor's Keepers.

Eight minutes after midnight, Ravenclaw's Seeker caught the Snitch. Gryffindor won regardless, though, by virtue of outscoring Ravenclaw with Quaffles. Without Gerard's firepower, Gryffindor's chasers forced a margin of victory -- Bush's chasers. Hornblower would not have guessed it of Bush, steady Bush, stolid Bush who was too unimaginative to do well in Transfigurations or lie in his homework for Divinations class, and he cheered until his throat grew hoarse.


It was Bush's last night at Hogwarts, and they were in the rowboat past curfew. The lake looked like it was made from black glass, and it was so still, so warm.

"The Head Boy asked special permission to speak at tomorrow's dinner."

Bush looked exhausted. When they had stood on the pier with the lantern, Hornblower thought he saw shadows and lines on Bush's face that had not been there before. Even with all the preparation, the NEWTs had been trying for him, and he had stubble. They had turned the lantern off after they got onto the water, but every now and then, a patch of moonlight would catch Bush's face. It made him look far older than he usually did.

"It's a good speech. I saw it." Hornblower was still hoarse from the Quidditch match. He tried to say more, tried to say that he had seen a draft of it the Slug Club, but Bush smiled at him, and it was clear that no more was needed. Indeed, as Bush rowed them back to shore, he sang For He's a Jolly Good Wizard, softly enough so that he wouldn't wake the squid, but loudly and distinctly enough so that Hornblower could make out the words and decipher which tune it was.

They carried the rowboat back to the land and settled it in the loft, on blocks, with the oars laid in their holders, and then they went out and stood in front of the broom shed. Bush returned the lentern to its holder and blew the light out, and they stood in darkness.

"Goodbye, Bush."

Bush smiled. "I'll visit the Long Rooms this summer, and you'll have to come see me in Chichester."

They smiled at each other for another moment, but that could only delay the moment a little bit. Hornblower held his hand out for a final shake, and perhaps he imagined it, but Bush let go of his hand almost reluctantly, almost with a caress.



They meet during the summer, of course, multiple times, and they see each other through the following years. Nevertheles, Bush dies in April in the final year of the war. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named disappears at the end of July, and there is an element of irony about it. Hornblower is the one who becomes an Auror, but he survives the War with nothing worse than a bout of typhus. The war takes his children; Maria dies giving birth to a son to replace what he had lost, but Hornblower, himself, is unharmed. Eventually, in fact, he finds peace in laying his memories into a Penseive that Barbara Dumbledore obtains for him.

He has a new life. He is well-respected at the Ministry, working on the beaurocratic side of the Aurors. If he keeps working at it, he is likely to become Minister. His undignified origins have been entirely forgotten, and yet, even in the years of peace that come afterwards, the one thing that Hornblower, as a matter of practicality, cannot lay aside is the fact that his Patronus looks remarkably like a dog whose form occiasionally bleeds into that of a lion. At those moments, Hornblower, himself, is always thinking of a rowboat. Of spring and arithmancy and a friend with his eyes closed.

There are many happier memories. He has other purely happy memories in his life. He has no idea what happened, after Hogwarts, to either Tom Riddle or the rowboat. He only knows what happened to him and Bush; he never had those sea-faring dreams again after Bush died.

It is ridiculous. It is all ridicluous.

Shut up, bitches. Maybe you can believe that this and this don't immediately telegraph OMFG MUST WRITE FOUR THOUSAND WORD FIC ABOUT HORATIO AS A SLYTHERIN OMFG OMFG HE LOOKS LIKE TOM RIDDLE DOESN'T HE ;____________________;, but clearly. I'm the sane one. You're crazy.

Thanks again to [livejournal.com profile] rabican and [livejournal.com profile] two_if_by_sea.

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Date: 2006-10-07 01:10 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] black-hound.livejournal.com
I really don't know a whole lot about HP. And even saying that is stretching it. And maybe I would have gotten something more out of it if I did, but Jesus, I got a whole lot anyway.

It's just the way the relationship between Bush and HH is drawn. It's all so right, with the small pieces of the books tucked in there and about. All the wonderful moments they had together.

I love this much. <333333

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Date: 2006-10-07 03:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
Hurray! I'm glad that you like it. :D

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Date: 2006-10-07 01:27 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)

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Date: 2006-10-07 03:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
AAHAHAHA. You know, I think you're the same anon who leaves me wonderful comments all the time. :( Thank you.

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Date: 2006-10-07 01:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_oggy_/
you craic dealer you.

what's your reasoning for hornblower being a slytherin, i would've guess ravenclaw.

dangnabit, i seem to have gotten rid of all of my HP icons.

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Date: 2006-10-07 01:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iansmomesq.livejournal.com
Ditto on the Ravenclaw thing....

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Date: 2006-10-07 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
Jesus, yeah? Because HH is so completely and utterly Slytherin to me. I'd never even considered him being anything else because he's so, so, so competitive -- how badly he doesn't want to be shabbier than the other captains, for example, and how rageful he is about the aristocracy. He feels strongly about those things not because he fundamentally has objections to the aristocracy or to fancy dress, but because on the wrong side of the hat-tipping.

And yeah, he likes reading and dreams about a settled life (the cottage with lots and lots of books), but his nature won't let him rest. Even when he has Barbara and the manor and money to buy every book ever, when he has everything that he'd want out of life if he were a Ravenclaw, he wants to go back to sea. He wants the physical experience of sea more than an intellectual life in London in that Bond Street townhouse. His favorite book is a popular blockbuster about how to keep your empire in the face of pussy Christians, after all. XD

To me, ultimately, Hornblower's underlying drive is for power and winning. It dies down when he's a bit older and there isn't quite so much to reach after/ambition has been BURNED OUT OF HIM BY CAUDEBEC AND THE DEATH OF MARIE, but.

Why do you guys read him as Ravenclaw?

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Date: 2006-10-07 02:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_oggy_/
i totally read you on the driving ambition thing.

i guess i put him in ravenclaw because of his cerebral qualities. ravenclaw's are the braniacs (although hermione is the odd man out). i supose you could use hermione for the case of putting hornblower in slytherin, that brains can be outweighed by over driving personality traits. i guess i'm sort of jaded against slytherins because rowling can sometimes take a sledgeahmmer to good vs. evil. the good guys have shades of grey and come from all houses, but bad guys always come from slytherin.

maybe i'm not thinking about hornblower critically enough to put him in slytherin. i dunno, i just have this feeling that his over-cerebral nature is what pushes his insane ambition. and while i think his ambition is closely tied with period social structures, i guess it could translate to the 1940s.

i guess i need to convince myself that not all slytherins are bad.
*thinks really hard* not all slytherins are bad, not all slytherins are bad...
still pulling for ravenclaw though :-)

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Date: 2006-10-07 03:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
Ahaha. I just can't see Ravenclaw. At all. Even with the definition that you're working with (cerebral v. drive for knowledge), Hornblower doesn't strike me as being cerebral so much as being deeply, profoundly emotional. I guess it's possible to be both cerebral and emotional, but Hornblower's self-involvement, to me, feels so tied up with emotion that it's less an issue of him being inside his head and more just an issue of him being trapped by his emotional makeup.

The main weakness of this is that I tend to concentrate on HH going CRAAAAAAAAZY in the Captain Hornblower trilogy than the ones where he's a little more balanced. XD And I tend to take the crazy from there.

I'd really, really love to see stuff about Hornblower's ambition being driven by cerebral stuff.

And yeah. Rowling doens't really show us a lot of the unpoliticized houses, but the way I always look at it, the books are almost entirely in Potter's time, after the war where people think that And the good/bad line gets significantly blurred by how James Potter is such a JACKASS (now that we know JKR thinks of Pensieves as giving the objective truth) and the stuff abotu Regulus/Snape possibly being a good guy and the humanizing stuff about Draco and Narcissa.

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Date: 2006-10-07 03:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neotoma.livejournal.com
Huh, I would have put Hornblower in Ravenclaw too, though you make a pretty good case for him being a Slytherin. However, if driving ambition was all that was required to be a Slytherin, than Richard Sharpe would be a Slytherin, and *that* man is so Gryffindor that he scares people.

But I like the idea of Gerard as a Ravenclaw and Bush as a Gryffindor and them both ignoring house politics to have Horatio as a friend.

And yes, that photoshoot does make him look like 'young, hot Tom Riddle'. Which is kind of funny, what with CChristian Coulson showing up in the HH movies...
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
Yeah. Sharpe has Slytherin-esque qualities, but they're pretty clearly outweighed by his ideals about people and society.

It's more a question, I think, of what the dominant trait is -- Hornblower pursues being a Navy captain partially because it's his duty (Hufflepuff or Gryffindor), partially because it's intellectually stimulating (Ravenclaw), but boy oh boy, he loves the power of being a captain, and boy, he loves beating everybody and having them love him because he's the bestestest ever. For him, freedom is deeply desireable, and it's deeply tied up with being in charge.

Rowena's turning in her grave, man

Date: 2006-10-07 04:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iansmomesq.livejournal.com
All excellent points... reason I thought Ravenclaw -- same. The intellect and the love for books and study... and the slight uppityness when it comes to the lack of imagination he perceives Bush as having. I think he's like Luna Lovegood... Could be Ravenclaw, could be Gryffindor but the hat dressed her in blue. Same here with HH. Could be Slytherin, could be Ravenclaw, and he got the luck of the Salazar draw. Ambition and brains often go together, you know, so yeah... the only thing I thought too about Slytherin was that HH as you wrote him was a mudblood. Yeah, Riddle was and Snape was technically too. But there is not a single evil bone in HH's body, where the Sorting Hat would have seen that deep seated hatez0r in Snape and Riddle.

Then again.. yeah. There was loneliness in the young HH. Some trauma, some baggage, you know. Maybe those seeds *were* there and it took the friendship of a good strong pureblood Gryffindor to temper them down.

Ahaha we could go on forever but it's your story so you get to choose. Slytherin it is!

Re: Rowena's turning in her grave, man

Date: 2006-10-07 04:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
XDDD I could talk about this kind of shit ALL DAY LONG, my friend. I've sorted major league baseball teams out by house. [livejournal.com profile] babel and I just did it for a bunch of the major DS9 people. Categorizing and judging people? :D :D On the list of preferred Rhod pursuits, it's a little below "reading porn" and somewhat above "blowing money on luxury goods."

I'd dispute the characterization of Slytherin as evil, I think. Sure, I think that they're set up to be hte fall guys early on in the series, but one of the fascinating parts of the later books has been seeing just how complicated it all is. The Weasleys are kissing cousins with the Blacks; Sirius probably wasn't the total outlier we've been set up to think he is. Draco Malfoy probably has a soul; Snape definitely has one. No house has a monopoly on evil, I think.

Also. There's a lot of black, tarry stuff in Hornblower's heart, I think. Even late on in the books -- like in Lord Hornblower, where he calmly blows the brains out of that one guy while he's swimming, and the stuff in BtQ about rape and murder. HThe biggest connection that I'd seen between him and Riddle and Snape is that deep, dark self-loathing. Hornblower is a lot more honest about it in the books than they are, of course. And he never quite manifests the EEEEEEEEEEEEEVIL that Riddle does, but I think he's got a world in common with Snape.

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Date: 2006-10-07 01:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] marvolo.livejournal.com

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Date: 2006-10-07 03:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com

Expecto patronum! *woof*

Date: 2006-10-07 01:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iansmomesq.livejournal.com
You know when you told me this afternoon that you were working on this... well you saw my reaction, which was good of course. *G* But this was sunk into my brain after that. This is great. GREAT! I so love the fact that Bush is Gryffindor incarnate and that Maria is a Weasley. And the long rooms and the flying fish and Quidditch and sugared pineapple.

In case you're wondering wtf I'm doing here? The concert's tomorrow. Mark got the date wrong, dork.

Re: Rowena's turning in her grave, man

Date: 2006-10-07 04:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
AHAHAHAH. Well. Glad to see you around. :D

The terrible thing is that I could write so much about them in the HP universe -- I love the structure of HP so much. ;_; Mything wars. Cool objects. Sadness. Storytelling over generations. ;____;

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Date: 2006-10-07 03:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] neotoma.livejournal.com

crackfic! And Horatio's Patronus!

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Date: 2006-10-07 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
It was either that or a sextant. X

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Date: 2006-10-07 10:07 am (UTC)
ext_18143: (WTF)
From: [identity profile] brigittebod.livejournal.com
This is crack. Good crack. I loved it!

The transfigured potatoes! The squid! And of course Maria's a Weasley; explains the super!ovaries.

Re: Slytherin, I think the backlash against that House is the result of the Riddle Effect. We know that Slytherin under Slughorn was very different than it was under Snape. But Riddle was in that House, he was very popular - he didn't have friends exactly, but he had a huge following, and of course he made use of them later, made it into a sort of Slytherin Pride club, milking his ancestry for all it's worth. And of course, the Voldy sympathisers passed their values to their children, along with the notion that if they don't end up in Slytherin, that would be a shame beyond imagination. To the outsider this looks like "He-who-must-not-be-named was from that House! And apart from a couple of others we'll conveniently overlook, so did all his followers! And the current lot seems rather shifty too!" Bingo, self-fulfilling prophecy.

As for the pureblood issue: yes, we know Salazar's thoughts on the subject, but notice that the Sorting Hat itself NEVER says that's a requirement. Ambition, yes. Cunning, yes. Wizarding family? Not a word.

One last thing: Fifth years take OWLs. The seventh years take NEWTs. Other than that, I can't find a fault with your crack!

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Date: 2006-10-08 12:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
Fixed! And thank you so much. I am horrible at that kind of thing. [livejournal.com profile] two_if_by_sea still mocks me for how it took two years for me to learn how to spell Gryffindor. XD

And yeah. Your point about the Sorting Hat is a brilliant one that I don't think I've ever heard before. :D New ammunition for my propaganda!

Though now I'm curious -- where would you put Hornblower? Slytherin? Or not?

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Date: 2006-10-08 01:32 am (UTC)
ext_18143: (sugisaku)
From: [identity profile] brigittebod.livejournal.com
No worry, that's why God invented nitpickers. (While I'm at it, I might as well point out that you consistently misspell "occasional": there's only one "i" in it!)

Thanks, but I didn't think of that myself! My interpretation of the Houses and the Sorting is based on one of Red Hen's essays -I think it was the one called "On Hufflepuff (& Ravenclaw)". Check out her site some time; some of her theories are utter crack, and I don't agree with her on many things, especially her views on the Weasleys, but the stuff on the Houses I'll buy, and the theory on the Dark Arts is nice, too. It's www.redhen-publications.com/Potterverse.html

As for HH, I agree it's either R or S. If he were a contemporary of Harry's, I'd be weary of sticking him in S, but at the period this fic is set, it was run quite differently, was a friendlier place, and didn't have the whole Voldemort baggage. It all comes down to whether HH himself would find the choice attractive, and I say he would.

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Date: 2006-10-08 05:46 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
(While I'm at it, I might as well point out that you consistently misspell "occasional": there's only one "i" in it!)

*facepalms* Would you believe that I only learned how to spell that sea that is around Cuba this past summer? It was all those ads for Dead Man's Chest. :|

And oooh. I've never been pointed to there, but I'm tucking it away on the del.icio.us account. :D


Date: 2006-10-07 01:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dastier.livejournal.com
HH *and* HP??

i'm traumatised for life O.O

/takes deep breaths

Re: :D

Date: 2006-10-07 03:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
They're surprisingly compatible, you know. Multi-volume book series mostly from the POV of a flawed, orphaned, teenage protagonist? Lots of atmosphere and environment-specific detail?


Re: :D

Date: 2006-10-07 06:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dastier.livejournal.com
well, crack is crack, so 'traumatised' was an overstatement on my side *giggles evilly*.

seriously now, i don't know. i'm averse to HP as an utmost bubblegum of literature *ducks any potential rotten tomatoes*. so i'm a poor judge here, really. but one thing that strikes me as not quite fitting in the analogy is that HH never was the wonderchild. nobody believed much that he'd aspire to any definite height, and nobody believed he'd save the day/win the war/whatever, at least not with the pathos that has been surrounding HP. and the military atmosphere is different. HH in Star Trek = an absolute yes, because of the overlapping mentality. HH in HP? JKR's rape, hehe >:)

Re: :D

Date: 2006-10-07 08:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
HP is pretty bubblegum, particularly when Rowling is writing badly and/or focusing on Harry Potter. There's a heart-of-darkness, though, about the background of the series that I really love -- what it means to be good human being, what it means to have had a lonely childhood, what it means to fear death, etc. I don't think that JKR realizes half of what she's doing with, at times, but her world delights me all the same. :D I am a sucker for witty invention.

And yeah. The military atmosphere is completely and utterly different. I was wrestling hard with the lack of it when I was trying to write the Hogwarts version of the Caudebec goodbye scene. And not having it there kind of eviscerates the wonderful, peculiar dynamic between HH and Bush. :|

I agree thatHH certainly wasn't a wonderchild while he was on land, but I think a certain kind of amazingness starts to show once he gets his feet under him in MMH. slowly, slowly, and in places where you really wouldn't expect it to, but there are some seeds of amazingness there -- when he punishes himself after his first command, when he returns to the Spanish prison in MMH, when he turns into the de facto captain of the mutineers in LtH.

Re: :D

Date: 2006-10-07 03:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
Der, HH gets to be more than teenage. But he's seventeen in MMH. You know what I mean.

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Date: 2006-10-07 04:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zed-pm.livejournal.com
*is high as a kite*
Thanks for the crack fix! Needless to say, it was utterly fantastic.
But, I must say that it's dangerous to one's health mixing fandoms like that. ;) *giggles at the thought of Bush on a broom*
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
AHAHHA. Navy Bush would be so O_o about it.

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Date: 2006-10-07 05:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] two-if-by-sea.livejournal.com

"Oh sweet Mer -- "

"All rowboats leak, Hornblower. The book you showed me says so. It is entirely natural that there should be some -- "

They ended up having to swim for shore. Hornblower had to bribe the merpeople with half a dozen kippers to let him raise the rowboat from the lake.

This was maybe my favorite thing in the whole entire story, because it's just so-- they're so British school boy novel that it makes me cry. And I don't care what anyone says; these two books were made to be mixed, and made to be written by you: the candied pineapple, the Quidditch accident, the way you stir in the part about Bush trying to give HH his money, the patronus as a dog and a lion, Arthimancy, broom construction-- and the fact that Bush is building that rowboat in the closet as his seventh year project.

And Hornblower asking him textbook questions while Bush builds his rowboat for him. With his shirt off.

And I love how you've made their affection, their camaderie, so underneath, so subtle, so-- yeah. And I know we like, deconstructed this entire situation, but I still can't get over how right it is that Hornblower would be the next Head Boy after Tom, that Tom and him would be the "two best Slytherins in the school"-- I mean, not only would they look alike (ha!) but there's just so much tension, so much drawing apart and together of them that I'm sure it would drive Hornblower a little crazy after Lord Voldemort comes and goes and he's forced to deal with life afterwards. ALSO. MARIA WEASLEY. AND THAT LAST PICTURE OF IOAN.

(i just keep thinking of how freaky it would be for tom riddle and hornblower to be in the same room together. it's like. gah.)

OH AND THE FLYING FISH. OH THE FLYING FISH. that whole stone in the belly thing is a symbol, isn't it. I'M ON TO YOU.
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
And Hornblower asking him textbook questions while Bush builds his rowboat for him. With his shirt off.

I cannot tell a lie. Put me in Hornblower's place, give me a cold bottle of ginger ale in my right hand, and that is, in fact, my ideal way to spend a spring afternoon. :D My fic = Mary Sueing of a particularly deep and pernicious kind.

The stone in the belly thing wasn't a symbol when I was writing it -- I just needed some kind of space filler to pace the scene, so I let my subconscious ramble. And look! You are too kind to my writing, and it works as a symbol and <3 Amazing. :D :D :D

You're pretty amazing in general. :D It always makes my night better when you IM me. And I love you depsite the fact that now I'm obsessively plotting out little subsequent filler-in stories about HH and Bush in the HP universe. XD

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Date: 2006-10-08 01:08 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
You know, I actually HATE Harry Potter. I think it's puerile, badly written, and the characterisation irks me, especially the dialogue. It's also really, really, 2-D and HARRY IS A WHINING BRAT.

But goddammit, the minute I read YOUR HP fics, I actually wonder whether anything that spawns fic this good can be that bad and consider going and reading them again. Then I open the books up, realise how bad the writing is, and come back here and instantly feel more secure in the knowledge that YOU WRITE HP BETTER THAN JKR DOES.

Besides, I love your Hornblower and your Bush. They're so AMAZING, and i love that part where the boat is about to sink and Bush is steadfastly maintaining that it's NORMAL. Oh, and Gerard. And the potato shoes. Oh, forget it, it's gonna take too long to list everything I loved, because I LOVED THE WHOLE FIC.

I'm still upset that Bush died, though... but I love your endings. They're like getting sucker-punched, but in a good way.

--By the way, I think that the people saying that Hornblower would have made a good Ravenclaw have a definite point- he's the kind of kid who could have been in either Ravenclaw or Slytherin, kind of like Harry, because he could have been in Slytherin but chose Gryffindor. Maybe little eleven-y/o Horry was sitting on the stool with a freakin' ancient hat over his eyes telling him he can be either in Slytherin or Ravenclaw, and horry thinks that he looks better in green anyway. Ok, facetiousness aside, Hornblower was like the Definitive Math Nerd of the late 18th-early 19th century, so that's kind of Ravenclaw-ish, but he's also ambitious, occasionally petty, guarded, manipulative, and has serious mental issues and low self-esteem.

I guess it kind of depends on your view of Hornblower- is he a hero who just happens to be a smartass, admittedly with, ok, a few mental issues, or is he a complete TOOL who is absolutely horrible to all his girlfriends and his best friend and uses them shamelessly?

Then again, the way you portray HH in this fic is really, really sweet. He's definitely a lot nicer than he was in book canon, but that might also be because Bush is technically superior to him as a senior and the captain of a Quidditch team. (AND I LOVE THE MANGOES/CANDIED PINEAPPLE/PAWPAW THING.) So he's not as much of a bastard, and could therefore feasibly be in Ravenclaw.

I know I'm not making much sense here, but anyway, YOU ROCK. I wish I could assassinate JKR and make you impersonate her so YOU COULD WRITE THE HP FICS AND MAKE US ALL HAPPY-HAPPY BY GIVING US CRACK!FIC.

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Date: 2006-10-08 03:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jiaryn.livejournal.com

HH looks sooooooooooooo Slytheriny in those pics!!!! Such a good muse...

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Date: 2006-10-08 07:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
Slllllllllytherin. In the green. And OMG, the ones a bit later on in that gallery where he's sitting on a throne. o_____________________o

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Date: 2006-10-08 02:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nolivingman.livejournal.com
That's just fantastic in it its crackness and rightness. At first I was all "No, he can't be Slytherin!" but truly it makes so much sense once I thought about it - he and Barbara would be Head Boy and Girl of Slytherin. Bush seems very Hufflepuff to me for some reason.
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
Bush does have that loyalty and goodness thing down pat, doesn't he? But I stuck him in Gryffindor because of that one Sorting Hat song -- the bit about how Hufflepuff treats everybody equally, which strikes me as a profoundly un-Bushian thing to do. Part of it, I guess, is a product of the times; I may be putting too much stock in that one bit in LtH where he's thinking about how it's natural for men to be pressed and for some people's lives to suck.

Anyways. Glad you liked this. :D And I'm even gladder that you had a lovely time abroad. :D

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Date: 2006-10-09 11:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomalia.livejournal.com
I love your crossover crack, as always. Particularly the transfigured potato shoes. XD Dude, Dean Winchester: Gryffindor or Hufflepuff?

Also, I was just watching my telly and suddenly THERE WAS PMG, like a virgin vision, and I have no idea why but he is on a new Australian show, and it has halfway decent actors in it.

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Date: 2006-10-10 10:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomalia.livejournal.com
AHAH omg they are such a pair of dorks. <3 I would say Sam = Slytherin. Dean I'm not too sure on. I haven't seen 2.02 yet but soon I will have it in my clutches.

It was only an ad for the show, but it looked interesting and Irecognised some of the people he's working with. I'll check it out just for the sake of PMG.

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Date: 2006-10-10 01:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] quigonejinn.livejournal.com
... I suck at HTML.

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Date: 2006-10-10 02:18 pm (UTC)
ext_8683: (Bush in hammock)
From: [identity profile] black-hound.livejournal.com
Actors, schmactors. WAS HE DOING ANYTHING DIRTY? *ahem*

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Date: 2006-10-10 10:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomalia.livejournal.com
I didn't get to see much because it was just an ad for the show...but he did have a handsome young man sliding a hand over his shoulder at one point. I'm sure it was highly platonic, though. :>

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Date: 2006-10-10 10:43 pm (UTC)
ext_8683: (Bush/Hornblower trapped in the hold)
From: [identity profile] black-hound.livejournal.com
Of course it was. Of course. XD

*is now totally desperate to see this show*

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Date: 2006-10-11 10:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] randomalia.livejournal.com
If I can find out when it premieres I'll record it, just in case it doesn't go up online. :)

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Date: 2006-10-25 10:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skalja.livejournal.com
Oh god. I am SO SO SO SORRY I didn't get a chance to comment before - you posted JUUUUUST as I was on my way out the door for a two week trip, so, you know... :(.

BUT SERIOUSLY! So. Much. Love. I admit I was a little confused about the timeline at first (Harry Potter pastfic which is still set in the future for Horatio! Whee!), but it just fits so well. They're all a little more open with each other here - and yet, not, being posturing teenage schoolboys and all. I am 100% with all your house sortings here, even though I'd had Horatio down as a Ravenclaw before. But Slytherin makes total sense! (He is, as someone pointed out, probably a borderline case.)

Horatio on a broom makes me giggle a little, considering the heights thing.

And again. LOVE.

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Date: 2006-12-16 05:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dnabug.livejournal.com
I read your fic couple of minutes ago. It is interesting crossover and you are better writer than JKR, very fluently and inspiring. Do you know David Edding's world, Elenium/Tamuli. It would be surprising crossover fic, in my opinion. Sparhawk/Kalten/Horatio/Bush/Archie/Bevier.... well, I thought Bevier and Bush would be amazing. Bevier is a complete firm, unbelievably handsome knight with high rules, he rejects any physical contacts because of his religious directions. Perhaps he needs Bush:)))
I wish I would write about it but English is not my first language so I still try to develop my writing skills.

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Date: 2013-01-19 07:52 pm (UTC)
aralias: (DA)
From: [personal profile] aralias
I love that you put Hornblower in Slytherin! (I can see this was not met with universal favour at the time, but it seems so right, even if we assume he didn't push Sawyer down the stairs...) It works so well and I love that Slughorn thinks he's amazing (though slow going to not notice him until his fourth year) and the link, then, of Slughorn->Slughorn likes candied pineapple->pineapple :D So, I like that, and I really like that you chose to put it in this time period - which still feels like the past (and therefore a bit more like the Napoleonic era) because it's the past for Harry.

And I love that Hornblower saves Bush's life and that Bush gets to do so many cool things over the course of a short fic. (And also that Barbera is related to Dumbledore. For some reason I think that is great).

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