My second place winning entry for Sir Rob's fanfiction contest! ____________________________ It should have been easier to find her, with less people in the way. It should have been the easiest mission in his life. He'd faced greater challenges than this and had triumphed every time. But what should have been an easy task was rapidly sending Rikkard into a slight panic. He had been looking for two hours. And she was still nowhere to be found. He wanted to yell. He wanted to rage and storm and trample the city over, tearing it out by its roots until he found her. He couldn't afford to lose her. He didn't want to lose her. The only thing he wanted was to find her and go home, away from this accursed place, far from its infinite streets and bothersome shopkeepers. He should have never come here. It wasn't worth losing two people in one night; first his prey and then the girl. It wasn't worth the failure he now felt the weight of on his shoulders, the hole in his heart. Funny. He had never wished for help in his life, but now, more than anything, he wished that there was someone there to help him find his Lilly. ____________________________ All characters belong to the wonderful Sir Rob, author of the Storm and Silence series.

When Rikkard and Lilly get trapped in a mysterious chaise, they get transported to a very new and strange world. My entry for Rob Thier's fan fiction contest.

Winning first place in Sir Rob's Storm and Silence fanfiction contest, here is my entry for all of you to enjoy. ~ 0 ~ Five possibilities in one. Which would you choose? ~ A queen and her servant? ~ A general and his captive? ~ A bride and groom? ~ A husband and wife with child? ~ Or just plain, a secretary and his boss? ~ 0 ~ 'Adequate,' Mr Ambrose expressed and...smiled. Smiled! The son of a bachelor actually smiled! Right then and there, I believed it to be the devil's magic. He nodded at Father Karim, signaling him to go on. The priest did and after a moment, I heard Mr Ambrose vomit out his words: 'I do.' ~ 0 ~ No erotica here. Just plain fun and twisted humor. Enjoy! Characters are not mine. All credit goes to @RobThier.

The title gives the game away slightly. This story is dedicated to @RobThier, the wonderful creator of Mr Rikkard Ambrose and Miss Lillian Linton. Big up Ifrits everywhere.

Hogwarts is a welcoming place when you've never seen it littered with corpses; when you've never seen the lights fading from a person's eyes, when you've never heard the screams that echoed through the air. Of course, very few of the people there haven't seen it like that. Nightmares wreak havoc among Draco and Hermione, and they're tired of trying to fight the memories off. Couple that with the Triwizard Tournament and you've got a really tiring year ahead of you. The Goblet of Fire, however, has been slightly broken since Harry won the last tournament. And so, with each school in the Great Hall when names are to be chosen, it conjures up the names of two people who did put their names in and the image of one who didn't. And Hermione is that one. From lethifolds to a trip into the Forbidden Forest, the Tournament creates new relationships and rips apart old ones. Nobody feels safe. And with good reason; what lurks in the Forbidden Forest is something that could cause the fall of the wizarding world as we know it.