The Marauders proudly present Mr. Moony presents his compliments to the reader and are curious to know why the reader is wasting your time reading this ...The Marauders proudly present4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Mr. Wormtail welcomes the reader, and begs Mr. Moony to stop chasing away potential mischief makers.
Mr.Prongs waves to the reader, and wants to finish the list so he can get back to fawning over Ms. Lily Evans.
Mr. Moony kindly points out to Mr. Prongs that Ms. Lily Evans is not interested in him .
Mr. Padfoot would like to highlight the amazing beauty of the reader. ( girls , of course. )
Mr. Prongs wishes that Mr. Padfoot shut up and stop being so kiss-ass.
Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs Proudly present
Eight ways to destroy the Love Life of your Daughter
Proceed with caution ...
Mr.Moony would like to ask Mr. Padfoot if he really has a daughter.
Mr. Padfoot would like to hit the head of Mr. Moony only because he said something so horrible.
Drag the first boyfriend to a dark corner and tell him that you
Dear FredDear FredDear Fred4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Mum suggested I write you this letter, told me it would make me feel better. I don't see how because you can't see it and I won't get to see your reaction to it, but I don't have anything to lose, so here we are.
It's been a year since you died. Everything is still the same, but somehow, it feels different. The joke shop is still as strong as it was with you here. Ron is helping me out but the little git doesn't appreciate my jokes and ideas as much as you did.
I miss you so much, Fred. I keep thinking about how I never got to say my final good-bye to you and tell you how much I love you. I do love you. I hope you knew that even though we never said it much to each other. Or anyone else.
I'm struggling. I'm not going to lie to you, Fred. I pretend like I am okay, I laugh, I joke around, but my heart is still hurting. I want to hug you, pull pranks with on Ron and Hermione when they start snogging, to hear you again. I pray every night hoping your having fun with Tonks, encour
Not in Harry Potter: DHQuotes/ words that should be in Harry Potter but Arent:Not in Harry Potter: DH8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Geez, Voldemort, stop acting so gay!
- Bellatrix, stop groping me. Just just go stand over there.
- Tell me Lucius, whos the prettiest ballerina of them all? Voldemort gave a cold smile at the clearly horrified man.
- Sooo, whats REALLY going on between his lordship and that snake, hmm?
-Wait a minute, Harry said. You want me to put this Snitch where now?
- What we need, Voldemort mused, is some sort of sign that people can rally around. To keep the masses happy and unrebellious. Snape gasped. You mean- Yes. Voldemort allowed a vicious, cold smile to play upon his lips. What the Death Eaters need, is a theme song.
- NO, DAMMIT! I DONT CARE IF THE POTTER BOYS BEEN FOUND! AMERICAN IDOL IS ON!
- One of you go see if the boy
Confessions of a Potterhead.No, it wasn't just a book/movie series for me; it was so much more than that. It was a place I could go to when I wanted to runaway. It was a magical place I could go and feel alive with friends. I could believe in everything, than anything was possible, even when there wasn't any light of hope left. I found comfort and security on Harry's side. I found loyalty and trust in Ron. I learned to be strong with Hermione. I learned to stand up against my enemies and my friends with Neville. Luna taught me that it's completely fine to not be like the others. Fred and George showed me that there's always humor in the most serious situations. Draco let me know I can learn from my bad decisions. Sirius taught me to say 'fuck the police' and look for justice. I learned that I can have all the power, like Albus Dumbledore, and still have my weak point. I learned how to love and be brave like Severus Snape.Confessions of a Potterhead.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
When the real world was going down on me, I could open a book and escape to a new world. It'
Hiding From the MaraudersHiding from the MaraudersHiding From the Marauders5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I stormed back into the castle and almost all the way to Gryffindor Tower, before I stopped abruptly in a seventh floor corridor. Going back to the dormitories wasn't going to solve anything. Not where I had books for other tests to study for that would nag at my conscience. Studying for Transfiguration wasn't going to get James Potter and all of his antics out of my mind. Even worse, my thoughts would be more focused on him. Darn him and his skill at Transfiguration. Maybe Potions... no, definitely not Potions, that would bring Severus to mind.
I started pacing up and down the corridor. What I needed was somewhere I could get my mind off of school, escape. The idea of music popped into my head, just before the stretch of wall I was pacing next to changed into a door. I stopped, startled. I wondered if the wall was pretending to be a door. I hadn't fallen for that antic since first year. I tiptoed to the door, looked around at the deserted co
Always... Book 1 Chapter 1Always... Book 1 Chapter 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Severus, it is imperative that I speak with you."
The Potions Master looked up from his gently simmering cauldron to see the Headmaster standing in the doorway of the dungeon.
Dumbledore held up a rather shabby package wrapped in brown paper. "It has arrived." He brought it over to the table where Snape stood, and placed it on the table. "Just in time, too, for I have received a letter that an attempt has already been made." He pulled a letter out of his pocket and set it next to the little package. It was addressed to Dumbledore from the Head Goblin of Gringotts.
"So, this is really it then?" Snape asked, barely brushing the package with the tips of his fingers. When the Headmaster didn't object, Snape gingerly picked it up and removed the wrappings. A small, somewhat unimpressive, blood-red red stone sat in his hand.
It was completely unremarkable except for the way it reflected the fire under Snape's cauldron. The flames seemed to dance across the surf
The Silver DoeSeverus Snape wasn't the man everyone thought he was. Branded a coward and a murdered, the students at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry dreaded their headmaster. How could they know how lucky they were that Snape had hidden for so long? How could they know that the only thing preventing every student from the Carrows' cruelty was him?The Silver Doe4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
These thoughts ran through Snape's mind as he faced the wizard everyone thought he served. Voldemort's eyes, though cold as stone, blazed as if on fire. They found the professor's black ones, and again, Snape pleaded with him; "My Lord let me go to the boy-"
Voldemort continued to speak, but Snape's mind was elsewhere. If only he could get to Potter, he could warn him about the Elder Wand and try one last time to protect Lily's son. Lily thoughts of the red-haired woman fluttered through his mind, each tinged with a different emotion happiness, sorrow regret.
The cold voice of the Dark Lord penetrated Snape's mind. "While
First Year: The First MeetingRose Weasley gave a final wave to her parents and set off down the rattling corridor of the Hogwarts Express. Her trunk, filled with all her new school books, was heavy, and coupled with her yowling cat, christened Spider by her younger brother Hugo, having a hissing fit in his cage, she was having a bit of trouble. Pushing her flaming red curls out of her eyes she spoke to the boy in front of her. "Hey James, could you-"First Year: The First Meeting4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Sorry Rose, gotta go! C'mon Albus!" and James Potter raced away down the train, his little brother Albus huffing and puffing in tow, as he too dragged a new trunk. Rose scowled after them. "Boys." She growled. She struggled with her trunk down the train corridor, but everywhere was already full. Finally, just when Spider was reaching a crescendo, she spotted a remarkably empty compartment. Rose whooped under her breathe and struggled towards it. Once inside she shut the door and heaved her trunk in after her, and, after a struggle, hauled her trunk into the ha
She Would Have Said YesShe Would Have Said Yes6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sirius Black stood with his hands braced on the fridge in his kitchen, he hung his head as low as it would go, gripped the small object in his right hand tightly and sighed.
...This is how James found him a few minutes later...
He tried for a few conversation starters, but something like Id give you a hug buddy, but that would be a little gay, seemed rather jerk-ish at the moment. He settled for giving Sirius a squeeze on the shoulder.
Sirius stiffened and then brushed James away, Thanks Prongs, he managed, but Id like to be left alone right now.
No problem, Ill tell everyone you said thankyou for attending.
Sirius nodded, not trusting his voice.
Sirius Black had not been able to make even the very small speech he had wanted to at the funeral, he counted it as a personal failure on his part... hed had to get Remus to read it for him...
There at last when the marllon-leaves were falling, but spring had not
Silly Love SongsBlaine smiled at the mugs and stuffed animals by the registers. The mugs had red and pink hearts on them, some flashing electric greetings like "I love you" or "be mine". He really did love Valentine's day.Silly Love Songs4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"This is adorable," said Blaine, pointing at the plushie of a pair of kissing dogs.
Kurt looked over and smiled. "Reminds me of that one Valentine's day. Didn't that make kissing sounds and say 'I love you'? Creepy."
"And that was also adorable," insisted Blaine. He squeezed his husband's hand. "Like you."
Kurt's face flushed and he pushed a strand of his hair out of his face. He had recently decided to stop dyeing his hair and let the grey take over. Blaine's curly hair was still mostly black, but he had the salt and pepper look going on on the sides.
"What can I get for you, sirs?" asked the young woman behind the counter.
"A medium drip for me and a grande nonfat mocha latte, please, young lady," said Blaine.
"And a cupid cookie," said Kurt, pointing to the heart shaped sugar coo
The Truth About HufflepuffsHufflepuff: The Nearly-Forgotten House of Hogwarts</i>The Truth About Hufflepuffs7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
In the Harry Potter series, there are four separate houses of Hogwarts: Gryffindor, the house representing courage and justice. Ravenclaw, representing intelligence and wisdom. Slytherin, representing ambition and resourcefulness. Hufflepuff, representing loyalty and tolerance. Each of these houses embody important virtues. So why do many people assume that Hufflepuffs are useless?
I recall the Sorting Hat song which mentions Helga Hufflepuff's statement "I'll take the lot" when the other founders revealed what virtues they would value in their students. I feel that this statement by Hufflepuff has been vastly misinterpreted by many fans of the series. As the importance of blood status has always been a major issue in the Wizarding World, to the point that that Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin (who were great friends before founding Hogwarts) came to resent each other
Tom Riddle's Ghost: at dark, something waits (2)Tom Riddle's Ghost: at dark, something waits (2)1 year ago in Horror More Like This
Summary: Tom Riddle's ghost wanders the castle, but there are mysteries to him. Later, Harry searches for a way to cast Tom out. What secrets does Hogwarts hold?
Possible warnings: dark ritual.
Chapter 2: in the dark, something waits.
(Tom PoV: prior the first chapter)
Tom waited. The silence wore on him; it seemed as though the stars from the heavens (and the entirety of the castle) weighed down on him, though he could see precious little. Oppressive, the silence.
Then there was the dark. Stone walls that had stood the test of time were barely discernible in the great distance, so that even the shape of things was lost to him. After a time, he returned to the antechamber, where embossments of Slytherin’s greatest triumphs were recorded for the stone to protect. There, he noticed the unthinkable—a spider’s web.
He peered at it closely, and he settled down to think, and to wait.
Water sounded somewhere
You say Edward I say HarryYou say Twilight,You say Edward I say Harry3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I say Harry Potter.
You say Vampers,
I say Wizards.
You say Team Edward,
I say Team Harry.
You say Jacob Black,
I say Sirius Black.
You say Emmett and Jasper,
I say Fred and George.
You say Alice and Rosalie,
I say Parvati and Padma.
You say Esme and Carlise,
I say Molly and Arthur.
You say Bella,
I say Hermione.
You say Erik and Angela,
I say Ron and Hermione.
You say Riley is hot,
I say Lee is hotter.
You say fangs,
I say wands.
You say Edward Cullen,
I say Harry Potter, NOW SHUT UP!!!
Draco and Teddy"What say you, Draco?" asked Voldemort, and though his voice was quiet, it carried clearly through the catcalls and jeers. "Will you babysit the cubs?"Draco and Teddy7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The hilarity mounted; Draco Malfoy looked in terror at his father, who was staring down into his own lap, then caught his mother's eye. She shook her head almost imperceptibly, then resumed her own deadpan stare at the opposite wall...
His hands grasped metal so cold he wouldn't have dared stick his tongue to it, lest it freeze immediately into place. Not that Draco had a habit of touching his tongue to metal fences normally. Despite the shame and dishonor and bad reputation his family had continually suffered after the war, he still had his pride. It was barely enough to keep his chin parallel to the ground at times, but he persisted. He had to. What else could he do?
He still had to care for Narcissa and the Manor, and deal with his father's old business associates who seemed convinced that he shared Lucius's views and tactic
Expecto PatronumIn the corner of his eyeExpecto Patronum4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a shivering light bursts,
in the dark night.
I await a protector.
A definition of beauty,
of bravery you are;
eyes like diamonds
filled with mere hope;
filling me with hope.
Through the cold air you run, frisky and gracious;
the madness will step aside,
as the charm spreads on.
And the shine swallows the darkness;
as the lanterns light up in our eyes.
Always... Book 1 Chapter 6Always... Book 1 Chapter 64 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next few weeks seem to slow to crawl. Severus soon found himself both dreading, and eagerly anticipating Thursday afternoons and the first year students that would stare silently up at him for two hours.
The Potter boy caused him particular distress. He absolutely hated looking into those green eyes, but nothing gave him more pleasure than to torment the son and spitting image of his childhood enemy.
His only respite from the turmoil that threatened to consume him, he found in his sixth year students. Particularly a bright, Slytherin girl named Ingrid Eastchurch.
She was a relatively thin girl with icy blue eyes, and short, white hair. Because she was a Slytherin, Snape was already predisposed to prefer her to his other N.E.W.T. students, but she really did possess an incredible talent for potion-making a talent that he hadn't seen since his own days at school.
As it was Halloween, classes had been released early, and most of the school was preparing to
Always... Book 1 Chapter 7Always... Book 1 Chapter 74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Almost over night, the weather took a sharp turn for the worst. It wasn't cold enough for snow to fall, but it was certainly on the right track. The castle got colder, and the dungeons felt like deep freezers. Students had been running through the halls in large groups, huddling to keep warm despite their thick winter cloaks and scarves.
Almost a week had passed since Snape stopped Quirrell, but the Defense Against the Darks Arts teacher seemed to be going out of his way to avoid Snape. However, Severus had a much more pressing matter to attend to. His leg wasn't healing quite right, and he was starting to become concerned. As it was Dumbledore's wish to keep the staff ignorant of Quirrell's actions, lest Quirrell himself become suspicious and try to escape, Snape had avoided going to Madame Pomfrey to have his leg healed.
He pulled down an old copy of Healing and Restorative Draughts by Medicus Tedavi, and began to leaf through the worn pages. He finally managed to find the All
A Tale of Two TeachersIt had confused Professor McGonagall when Luna, in her fifth year, had responded that her aspiration in life was to be happy. McGonagall was hardly ever flustered, and it was, by all means, an unusual expression on her. She had adjusted her spectacles and sighed.A Tale of Two Teachers5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
"Why, yes, that is a very admirable aspiration, Luna, but I was wondering what sort of career might interest you."
That had stopped Luna in her tracks. Before that moment, she hadn't really given any thought to what sort of career she wanted to pursue.
McGonagall had sighed in a partially bemused, partially exasperated way before thrusting a pile of brochures into her hands and telling her to make another appointment once she was ready.
Luna had read over the first few brochures. Healer. Auror. Ministry worker. She thrust them aside. She couldn't see herself being any of those things.
She started to consider other ideas. She could co-edit the Quibbler with her father, as if she wasn't doing that much anyway. She could study th
Running Out of TimeRunning Out of Time4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
2:27 in the morning.
And I was screwed.
"Crap, why did I ever agree to do this?" I moaned, glaring at the sheet music for the 36th time today. The little music notes danced around in front of my eyes, the senseless tune replaying over and over in my brain.
Why do I always think I can do everything? Hubris, or deadly pride, is a dangerous fatal flaw, and I often find myself biting off more then I can chew.
But now, I find myself in the deepest trouble I've ever been in; I had gotten into a fight with the band's lead guitarist, Tony, on one of the lyrics of our latest Christmas songs. Two wrecked drum sets, one smashed bass and a broken toe later, he had challenged me to re-write the lyrics myself; out of fury, I had quickly agreed.
But now, I wasn't so sure if I could do it.
I tapped my pencil against my temple, racking my brain for inspiration. Glancing around the house, I reprimanded myself for forgetting to decorate for the holiday season again. Though, in my def
Hufflepuff PrideGryffindors are brave and boldHufflepuff Pride5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slytherins the most cunning
Ravenclaws have their clever ways
But Huffles can send them running
For no one can match loyalty
Or friendship beyond compare
When you need the most faithful
Hufflepuff will be there
For cunning and clever may not succeed
And courage sometimes fails
You can depend on Hufflepuff
To aid you with your ails.
Thorns: Rose and Scorpius Ch. 15Thorns: Rose and Scorpius Ch. 153 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 15 - Scorpius
I woke up to a surprisingly cold surface under my arm, which I noticed was because I moved my arm onto the stone surface of the tower.
"Blugh!" I shivered, putting my arm back under the blankets and around Rose. She shivered at my cold arm, and tried pushing it off of her. I kept pushing my arm against her. She groaned in protest and pushed harder.
"Wait, wait, wait, it'll get warmer," I murmured.
"Mmmmno, Scorpius, it's cold."
"Not anymore." I moved closer to her, my body curling in the same shape as hers.
"Mmmm Scorpius," she whined.
"We'll both be warmer in a minute, just wait." I snuggled closer to her.
A minute later, I was right.
"You were right," she murmured, and I could hear the smile in her voice.
"And you were wrong."
"I didn't say that," she answered, turning over and burying her head in the crook of my neck. I chuckled.
There was a moment of silence, and I realized how much time I had left with her.
"You're leaving tomorrow," I sa
The Sorting Hat SongAnother year is comingThe Sorting Hat Song10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and the children stand in line
They are waiting for me to sort them
for that is the purpose of mine
Here at Hogwarts we have four houses
and I will appoint you to one
and when you are snug in your new home
we'll get some magic done
The lions of Gryffindor tower
are the bravest and noblest around
Scarlet and gold are their colours
In their eyes there is hope to be found
In Ravenclaw wit conquers muscle
In blue and in black lie their hearts
They are Rowena's children
she taught them the spell-casting arts
The badgers are loyal of nature
The Hufflepuff house is true
They make the best kind of friendships
and yellow and black are their hues
Last stands the Slytherin household
where those cunning and cold find their kind
They hide behind veils of silver
and know to put heart after mind
You see we are varied in merits
and somewhere in this you belong
It's important that we stand together
for together we will be strong