The Sorting Ceremony of Peter PettigrewPeter Pettigrew's Sorting Hat CeremonyThe Sorting Ceremony of Peter Pettigrew3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Pettigrew Peter!" Professor Minerva McGonagall shouted through the Great Hall. A plump, stout boy made his way to the stool where the old and rugged Sorting Hat laid lazily. The transfiguration professor put the hat into his head, it slipped down his small pointed nose and then the hat began to talk.
"Hmm what a soft young boy. Oh, someone who worshipped his friends! Can't stand on your own eh?"
"Er, what? Are you Mr Hat talking to me? Y-you talk?" Peter whispered, voice shaking, his watery eyes going narrow on the pitch black inside of the hat.
"Of course young man! You have a great deal of weakness and should be careful of opportunities that rose, siding with the strongest and appear to be the winner isn't always the thing one should consider. Time will come and regrets would drive you down. The Hufflepuff House may teach you the value of loyalty so you better be in"
"I-I don't get a thing Mr Hat." He exclaimed before the voic
The Sorting Ceremony of Remus LupinRemus Lupin's Sorting CeremonyThe Sorting Ceremony of Remus Lupin3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Lupin Remus John!" Professor Minerva McGonagall called; her voice rang through the vast Great Hall. A pale boy with light brown hair slowly made his way to the stool and sat. McGonagall put the Sorting Hat into his head and he shut his eyes for a moment. Inside smells like an old cabinet it reminds him of some wardrobe where bogarts live. Remus had long feared them, well who doesn't? His mind was filled with many random thoughts as he opened his eyes and stared blankly at the black empty space.
"and great mind. You are such a smart boy, also unafraid but a bit off guard. Hmm you tend to keep things by yourself"a voice murmured inside.
"Ah, yes. I'm sorry I wasn't listening and yes, thank you." Remus said as he stared in awe.
"You could do well in Ravenclaw. It can train your mind in better ground!" the voice said again.
"B-but my friends are all confident they'll be in Gryffindor. In fact, one of us already made i
The Sorting Ceremony of Sirius BlackSirius Black's Sorting CeremonyThe Sorting Ceremony of Sirius Black3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Black Sirius!" Professor Minerva McGonagall read aloud from the parchment she was holding. A faint whispers and girls chuckles is heard as a handsome young boy walked, his lustrous black hair gracefully waving behind him, he swallowed then sat on the stool. The Sorting Hat is placed on his head and for a moment, there was silence. He was a little tense but he doesn't want anyone to see it. Cold drop of sweats are forming on his forehead the same thought was ringing on his mind, his heart pounding.
"A boy of great chivalry and aristocratic grace. Slytherin can help you" the voice said but was cut when Sirius suddenly but in,
"I don't wanna be in Slytherin. I don't wanna be on the same rotten house all of my family were. My friends and I all agree and are...q-quite confident that we'll make it to Gryffindor." He said his voice a little shaky but with high esteem.
"You are a brave, clever and enthusiastic boy. I can as well sense there really is
Blue sweaterA blue sweater.Blue sweater4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was a misshapen parcel for me at the foot of my bed. 'Mrs and Mr Weasley', it read. I was partly confused, but also incredibly fond of them in that moment. Didn't they know that the reason why I had not visited them for the holidays this year was because I could not stay under the same roof as their youngest son? Didn't they know that he had hurt me as I didn't remember being hurt before? No, of course they didn't know that.
And yet, there was a present from them, with my name, at the foot of my bed. I was confused at the same time because I usually got sweets from Mrs Weasley. Thank goodness those sweets never passed under my parents' noses: their daughter stuffing her mouth with sugar laden foods would have been a torture for a couple of dentists. But this time, it was a misshapen parcel.
A blue sweater. A Weasley sweater.
Why right this year? I felt like they were sort of including me into their family with that gesture. Harry had always got Weasley sweaters fo
A Spell Gone Wrong, Part 1 of 2Hermione Granger felt that some non-magical things were worth holding onto. Still-pictures, for example. She loved staring at an old picture and being able to memorize every detail, which you really couldn't do with a magicked photograph. Most of the pictures she had of Ron would never keep still, but the muggle photographs from their wedding were her favorite: she loved gazing at them until her eyes blurred, memorizing his freckles and where they were placed on his skin, the way his hair fell into his eyes just so, the familiar curve of his long nose. And that's what she found herself doing on a chilly, bright winter morning. Huddled into her sheets, she clutched her wedding pictures and flipped through them. There was Harry, looking proudly exhausted, so soon after the Great War and all of its losses. And there were Luna and her father, both completely out of place at any wedding, let alone a muggle one.A Spell Gone Wrong, Part 1 of 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mr. MumDisclaimer: I do not own the "Harry Potter" series or any of the characters. Both belong to J.K. Rowling.Mr. Mum4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Time Period: This fic is set after "Deathly Hallows" as you will see.
"Daddy! I want to fly out back! Can I go fly?" James' voice pulled Harry from his food-induced reverie.
"No," Harry replied simply, using a wooden spoon to stir the onion and beef mixture that was sizzling in a pan in front of him.
As he stirred, it occurred to him that he could be preparing his family's dinner through the means of magic. But there was something satisfying about this manual labor. He had always resented cooking for the Dursleys in this fashion, for it had made him feel akin to a slave. It was different, however, when he did the same thing for Ginny and their children. He felt useful, needed. And okay, maybe he liked to see their enthusiastic expressions when they tucked into their food and took the first bite. Those smiles and litanies of praise were better than treacle tart.
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
HPScoRose- Year I CHI"Good luck, Rose " Hermione whispered, watching the Hogwarts Express speed away, taking her daughter with it. Wiping a tear out of her eye she turned, finding herself face to face with Draco Malfoy. He was standing several feet away, looking relatively uncomfortable.HPScoRose- Year I CHI4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hello, Granger or I suppose I should say Weasley now, my mistake."
"Hello, Draco " Hermione replied, not bothering to hide her surprise.
"Your daughter looks very much like you, is she a first year?" He asked, trying to sound casual.
"Yes, and I could say the same about your son. It's strange; Albus is the spitting image of Harry as well."
"Yes Is he a first year too, then?"
"Er, yes, he is. Why do you care so much, Malfoy?"
"Merely curious, I'm so sorry if I offended you," he sneered. He looked as if he was going to say something else, but he stopped himself. "Well, that was all. And I know your feelings towards my family, but I hope they weren't passed on. I have a feeling Scorpius may be in need o
Crowley, The King of SexyCrowley, The King of Sexy1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't like him. I can't like him. I won't like him. Him and his stupid voice and his stupid eyes.....uhg.
How can you like someone who's locked you up, god knows where, strapped you to a table, so that he can torture and get information, you don't even know out of you? He fortunately hasn't really done anything yet, he's been busy doing you don't wanna know what. But every time the bastard comes in your heart flutters betraying you.
Oh shit he's coming. This time it won't matter what he does. It won't matter if he talks with that accent, or if he looks at you with those deep dark eyes. It won't matter.
"Hello darling." Dammit.
"How is my favorite "patient"?". He says with a smirk. "Oh you know the bed is fine, the service is terrible." you reply sarcastically. He chuckles softly. "There you go, keep that humor. It'll get you through this."
The words he was saying were so horrible, but said so silkily. The song "I Hate Everythin
JohnLockTitel: JohnLockJohnLock3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Genre: romance i guess?
Author's note: this is 100% fictional
'John, have you seen my phone?' Sherlock asked me. I looked up and frowned.
'Why?' I asked. He never used his phone.
'Because I need it' He said while throwing stuff everywhere and making a mess of the apartement. I sighed.
'It's on the table' I said. He threw everything off the table and found his phone by hearing a soft tud when it landed on the floor. He picked it up and started tapping away. It looked like he was doing something hard, because he had a kind of pained expression on his face. I thought about what he could be doing, but decided to shrug it off and continued to read the paper. I was just about to read something about drunken driving or something, when my phone bleeped, saying I got a text. I picked it up from the little table and saw it was from Sherlock. I frowned and looked at him. He was staring at his feet. Weird, I thought. I opened it.
'Hey John, I think I may kind
SS: Teddy's Valentines DayTeddy's normally bright blue hair suddenly turned a violent red as he glared down the Gryffindor table, his usually smiling face in a angry scowl. He quickly grabbed his books and all but ran out of the great hall. Walking quickly past anyone in his path he ducked into the library; seeing it was basically empty he let out a relieved sigh and took a seat in one of the tables in the very back.SS: Teddy's Valentines Day4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Well... I guess now's as good a time as any..." he mumbled getting out his Transfigurations 6th year textbook and starting on the homework. But his mind kept straying to the absolutely disgusting scene he had been forced to endure in the great hall. Once again a scowl slide across his face, though this time it was a bit more pained, and his hair turned a dull brown. It was always like this, Valentines Day, and like any other girl Victoire and her newest boyfriend had been pawing at each other. Teddy, being the intelligent boy he was, quickly realized 4th year that his feelings for his childh
Supernatural Jingle BellsDashing through the states,Supernatural Jingle Bells6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
With a car trunk full of guns.
Seeking out their fates,
Full of danger, daring fun.
Gun shells full of salt,
Making demons pay.
Oh, what thrill it is to vroom
in a 67 Chevrolet.
Oh, demon smoke, Spirit sounds,
Oh what thrill it is to vroom
In a 67 Chevrolet. Hey!
Vampire fangs, shifter skin
Our butts kicked day by day.
Oh, what fun it is to help
In a 67 Chevrolet.
Not so long before,
Dean had went to hell.
Sam was lost and sore,
He tried every spell.
After months had seared,
Nothing was ever said.
Then Castiel appeared,
And pulled Dean from the dead!
Oh, Rugaru hunts, Dracula,
Lilith will not stop,
And there are Angels with big wings. Hey!
Witnesses, Bear doctors,
Alastairs a pain.
Uriel needs to go and die,
Before I go insane!
Oh, Fallen angels, broken seals,
Demons wont go away.
Oh, what fun it is to kill
And have weapons everyday. Hey!
Dean nightmares, Sam powers,
All on through the day.
Conversation1User: Do you go to Hogwarts?Conversation14 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Cleverbot: Yes I do go to hogwarts.
User: What house are you in?
User: I'm in Ravenclaw!
Cleverbot: Do you like draco malfoy?
User: Psh! He's a death eater. Why would I like him?
Cleverbot: I do like him.
User: But you're in Gryffindor...
Cleverbot: What year are you?
User: A seventh year I'm studying for my NEWTS.
Cleverbot: Have you enjoyed our conversation together?
User: Why, yes. I have! What do you think of Hufflepuffs?
Cleverbot: I think he's a great author.
User: Fail. First of all, Helga Hufflepuff was a GIRL. Second, she was not an author, she was a co-founder of the wizarding school Hogwarts. Get your history right.
Cleverbot: No, she was the wife of edgar allen poe and he wrote this poem as a tribute to her.
User: Edgar Allen Poe was not married to Helga Hufflepuff. He was a muggle.
Cleverbot: That was random.
User: You're the one telling me Hufflepuff got married to some emo muggle author!
Cleverbot: There was no subj
RemusxSirius-Inevitable-Ch. 1 Sirius sighed, closing the door quietly behind him and sinking down on the rumpled, gray sheets of his bed. The sounds of yet another Order-meeting-turned-raucous-drinking-party filtered up from downstairs. This had been started as usual by Mundungus Fletcher, who had pulled out a flask of an unknown substance, muttering that he was, "No good at this 'detective work' anyway," and had nothing left to contribute but a large supply of firewhiskey. This had resulted in everyone, including Sirius himself, eventually partaking in some dodgy drinking game Tonks began reminiscing of from her sixth year at Hogwarts.RemusxSirius-Inevitable-Ch. 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was doing quite well actually, until the piercing headache set in, making Moody's encouraging cries of "Constant vigilance!" and Kingsley's distracted mumbling intolerable. Wincing as the throbbing pain increased, he rested his face in his hands. Perhaps he would just doze
The Chamber of Secrets ch. 4I stood by the gaping hole in the floor of the bathroom. Chantelle was beside me, gripping my hand tightly. I turned to her. "This is it," I whispered. She was crying again, so I hugged her, embracing her for what might be the last time. I stepped back and kissed her forehead, her nose then her mouth. Then I pulled back and stood on my toes on the edge of the hole. I gently let go of her hand, and grinned in sudden triumph.The Chamber of Secrets ch. 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Goodbye, Vaith." I heard her murmur, and I stepped out into darkness.
The air rushed past me as I slid down the rubbed-smooth tunnel. I remembered standing in front of the sink that Myrtle had pointed to. I remembered scratching a little snake beside the tap and then stepping back to observe the bigger picture. I started hissing in my pathetic Parseltongue, Myrtle telling me every so often to change my various attempts to try and sound like the one she had heard. And fin
Surprise for Lexxa24Surprise for Lexxa243 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
All I want for christmas is you. <3
I've been at the Burrow for about four days: today was December 24th, which meant it was also my birthday and Christmas at the same time. Sure, Christmas was the 25th, but we celebrate it at midnight on the 24th. Anyhow, we celebrated my birthday yesterday because today we knew we would be really occupied. It was really great, though, but I had a feeling the Christmas party would be even greater.
I was really happy to be here, I got to admit. I wasn't sure about going in the first place; I knew that Harry and Hermione were also coming to the Burrow for Christmas, so I didn't want to burst in just like that. This year, Fred and George asked Rose and me to come to celebrate Christmas with all their family at the Burrow and I was really excited to go even though I wasn't sure if it was okay with Molly, but George insisted. And of course, I couldn't resist going. Anyhow, I don't regret being here at all. The Weasley family is so nice and re
Harry Potter and the AEVoldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Harry looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while he could still stand, before he lost control, before he betrayed fear...Harry Potter and the AE4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He saw the mouth move...
And nothing happened.
Suddenly, pale lips froze mid-word, red eyes narrowing. For a moment Harry thought that Voldemort wanted to play with his pain before casting the final curse, but instead he once again heard the cold clear voice.
"No tricks Harry? No fighting to the bitter end? I must say I'm disappointed "
Somewhere from among the circling Death Eaters came an unsure giggle, falling silent almost immediately. Voldemort paid it no heed.
"Or maybe this is your new trick?" he asked quietly. "Leglimensis!"
The Forbidden Forest disappeared. In its place, the Shrieking Shack, Dumbledore's office, Pensieve 'No,' Harry thought. 'Not, after all this Not n
Always... Book 1 Chapter 8Always... Book 1 Chapter 83 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The poultice worked like a dream. His leg felt much better the next morning, even if it wasn't completely healed, it still bled, and he had to replace the bandages every few hours, but at least he could stop limping.
The school was abuzz with excitement. The first Quidditch match of the season was taking place at eleven o'clock: Slytherin versus Gyffindor. Snape took his place in the staff box, between McGonagall and Sinistra.
No sooner had he sat down, than the two teams walked out on to the field, and the captains joined Madame Hooch at the center. She said something to them, and they all mounted their brooms. A moment later, she gave a loud blast on her whistle, and all fifteen brooms rose up into the air.
"And the Quaffle is take immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor what an excellent Chase that girl is, and rather attractive, too" Lee Jordan, a Gryffindor third year, sat in the row in front of Snape, commentating the match.
"JORDAN!" McGonagall shouted at him.
Harry Potter Name AlphabetA - Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dubledore - Old HeadMaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and WizardryHarry Potter Name Alphabet4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
B - Barty Crouch. Jr - Death Eater - Given the Dementor's Kiss.
C - Cedric Diggory - One of the four TriWizard Champions.
D - Draco Lucius Malfoy - Ex-Death Eater - Harry Potters School Enemy.
E - Eileen Prince - Severus Snapes Mother.
F - Fred Weasley - Inventor of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes! Twin to George Weasley.
G - George Weasley - Inventor of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes! Twin to Fred Weasley.
H - Harry James Potter - The-Boy-Who-Lived - Heir Of Slytherin - The Chosen One - Wizarding Hero - Leader of Dumbledores Army.
I - Igor Karkaroff - HighMaster Of Durmstrang Institute - Ex-Death Eater.
J - Jame H Potter - Prongs, One Of The Four Marauder's - Father Of Harry Potter -Head Boy.
K - Kingsley Shacklebolt - Auror - Minister For Magic.
L - Lily Potter - Head Girl - Mother Of Harry Potter - Lovely Lily.
M - Molly Weasley - Mother Of Seven Children - Murderer Of Bellatrix Lestrange.
Chamber of Secrets Ch. 3I ran to the base of the west tower, looking for the people in Ravenclaw. I saw a boy, Stevie Ash I think he was called, and ran over to him, grabbing his shoulder. He whirled round and immediately covered his face. "Don't hit me!" he cried. I rolled my eyes and hit him across the head.Chamber of Secrets Ch. 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"That's for thinking I would hit you." I snarled, not loosening my grip. "Anyway," I continued as he whimpered "I need you to find Chantelle Burbage and tell her to meet me in the second floor corridor." He nodded and I let go of his robes. He better do as I told him or his toast, I though. I started walking back to the second floor and I saw two red-heads walking by, arm in arm. Arthur Weasley and Molly Prewett, I think they were called, both in Gryffindor, and prime targets for hair taunts. But I let them be, I had to get to the second floor to meet Chantelle.
I got there before Chantelle and wa
.:Cuando fue un lienzo:.El encanto de las miradas, los lienzos más hermosos que aprendí a apreciar; obras pintadas con el alma, con el pensamiento....:Cuando fue un lienzo:.4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Solo necesitamos el pincel para pintar con nuestra alma: todos los matices, pintar con las lagrimas estrellas, quiero mezclar con mi pincel los problemas con humor y así dar color a la experiencia.
feelings Revealed ShawnxCoreyfeelings Revealed ShawnxCorey3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a night like any other vocalist in life, nothing to do just bored in his room smoking a cigarette case one cigarette after another, the smoke filled the room and that bothered him a little, but he made eyes water , rose by opening the window of his room to smoke out the upset of the cigars. Fumo was the last that as he took a large mouthful of vodka, hard and for a few minutes without even realizing it had already finished taking the whole bottle in a flash.
"Damn ... eh me finish without realizing it ...."
Sigh frontman little back smoking a cigarette he had left, he had exhausted the last box he had bought and it was too late to go out and buy more cigarettes. Already with the last sip that gave the cigarette he had already exhausted what was left vote in the ashtray that was already nearly full so many cigarettes, sighed looking out of the sale to the bright moon and the sky a bit clouded by it was the rainy season, time passed and passed while Corey looked at the sky that wa
Johnlock - Your Experiment? - Fluff"Sorry Sir, we can't let you past here."Johnlock - Your Experiment? - Fluff3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Don't worry, he's with me."
Sherlock reached out and lifted the the crime scene tape for me to duck under. I nodded a thanks and followed him across the street to the house in question. We were working with new recruits, people who had only heard rumours of Sherlock's genius, and a few looks were tossed our way as we entered the building.
I followed him closely, and we ascending the stairs, although Sherlock had more of a skip in his step than I did, so I lagged behind. He entered the room, and was already throwing around conclusions and analysis results before I entered the room.
Watching him work continued to be a source of amazement for me. You would have thought that eventually watching his mind work would have become monotonous, but yet I stood back and watched as he checked under every surface and observed every possible conclusion to the case. He certainly was a great specimen. He faced Mycroft and gave him his conclusions, which even ha