The Sorting Ceremony of Peter PettigrewPeter Pettigrew's Sorting Hat CeremonyThe Sorting Ceremony of Peter Pettigrew4 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 Lupin4 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 Black4 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
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 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Crowstiel no. 1Crowley was reaching the end of his tether. Six bloody months he'd been searching for purgatory with the angel rebel, and not a scrap of anything had turned up. However, as Castiel walked into the room Crowley realised that there were some perks.Crowstiel no. 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Hello Crowley." ohh, he was so... sexily angelic. Crowley had hid his true feelings for about the first five minutes since they had started working together, but when he couldn't contain himself any longer he had realised that Cas's time in the brothel had taught him that he was the ultimate misfit. A gay, rebel angel. Since then the pair had had a lot of fun.
"So is it work time or playtime, darling?" Crowley grinned.
"I'll leave it up to you... darling?"
"Oh, you're learning fast sweetheart, but you leave the flirting to me and stick to what you're good at... and I know what you're good at, darling."
"Shall we begin?"
"Ooh, yes please, sweetheart." And they did. Cas's ha
Missives in her drawerMissives in her drawer5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
14th of February, 1994
I'm writing this not for you to read, but because my mother always said to me that when you can't convey your emotions, the best is to write them down. And since you won't listen to me and will probably never speak to me again, this is as much as I can do to prevent myself from exploding. It's just t
Love potion - Harry PotterLove potion - Harry Potter5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Lily, are you sure you're alright up there?"
"I'm not quite sure anymore."
"Why from all the people him?"
"How often do I have to tell you it wasn't on purpose?"
"Yeah right. Why don't you tattle on him?"
"They'd think, a murder had taken place here, if they'd find him." She gestured towards the dorm room. It looked like hell. Almost every pillow and every blanket laid on the floor, the curtains were ripped at their edges and clothes were shattered over the place. And also there was a young man with black hair laying on her bed, sleeping peacefully, not recognizing the trouble he caused.
On the bedside table laid glasses.
Every single time James had to give her a hard time. It seemed he did everything to annoy her on purpose.
But in that moment he wasn't Prongs nor the chase of the Quidditch team nor the head boy. He was just a sleeping boy, who seemed not being able to be responsible for all the mess he caused.
All this was a nightmare. In the middle of the night he skipp
El mejor regalo de Navidad 2El mejor regalo de Navidad 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Aquella tarde la pasaron todos sentados alrededor del cálido fuego de la chimenea de los Weasley, pues había empezado a nevar de nuevo y a nadie le apeteceía salir a causa del creciente frío.
En los cristales de las enormes ventanas la nieve golpeaba suavemente, como si se tratara de una ligera llovizna.
Ron y Harry jugaban al ajedrez mágico tumbados sobre la mullida alfombra, con Ginny a su lado, intentando sujetar a Crookshanks, que se movía agitadamente en sus brazos, intentado escaparse para perseguir las piezas en movimiento del tablero.
Hermione estaba cómodamente sentada en una butaca, cerca de ellos, tejiendo a mano una larga bufanda con los colores de Gryffindor: rojo y dorado. Estaba tan concentrada en su faena que no se fijaba en la divertida partida que estaban protagonizando sus amigos, entre risas y exclamaciones.
Tras haber ganado a Harry por tres
Crowley, The King of SexyCrowley, The King of Sexy2 years 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
The Slaughtered Children.Why? Why? They were children! Children! How could someone strip a child, multiple children, of their innocence! How could someone strip them of life?The Slaughtered Children.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Children are one of the few good things in life. Always learning, not dispicable liars or haters or cheaters like the majority of adults, not able to commit horrendous crimes, not aware of the greater scheme of life going on around them. Believer's they are. In a child's mind, the characters of stories such as Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny are alive. Magic is real and all around us, commanded and cast by the fairies who were blessed by the mighty kings and queens from far far away. In a childs dream, there is no deception, no hatred, no confusion. There is only light and happiness and love, and their imagination is never as strong as it if in childhood.
It is for those reasons, and many more, why I believe children should be treasured. For their beautifully bliss minds and perfectly balanced ignorance. For their imagination, raw and i
Blue sweaterA blue sweater.Blue sweater5 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
Mr. MumDisclaimer: I do not own the "Harry Potter" series or any of the characters. Both belong to J.K. Rowling.Mr. Mum5 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.
100 Words: Pissed off'Reckon I can try?'100 Words: Pissed off5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I stared amusedly at him.
'You want to change James?'
'Sure, it shouldn't be that hard, right?'
A blush turned into a fierce veil of red as Ron said, 'I should practice, don't you think?'
James was in his arms before I could reply. Not that I was able to find words, anyway.
'All right, little man, let's see how it works.'
'Be careful,' I warned him as he removed the diaper, 'you don't want to be baptized by your godson.'
His godson laughed and waved fists when the yellow spring caught his godfather.
A little courage 'So Victoire, are you doing anything Saturday night?'A little courage5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Teddy shook his head and tried again, looking at his reflection in the mirror and trying to make his voice sound confident and cool.
'I've got these tickets to a gig on Saturday and I wondered if you'd like to come.' It had sounded better in his head. Teddy had known Victoire all his life, so how could it be so hard to say such a simple thing to her? There were so many things he was unsure about. What should he say, what should he wear, and what colour hair should he choose? It was times like this he needed a dad on hand to ask advice from. Oh well.
'How do you fancy doing something at the weekend?'
'Who are you talking to?' Teddy whirled around and saw Ginny leaning in the doorway, looking at him with a critical eyebrow raised.
'Uh, no o
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 AE5 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
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
Drabble: Nouveau vernisThe white dress was hanging from the door of the wardrobe, plain and modest as she had never thought it would be. As the moon glimmered on it with fairy light, she saw that nothing of that was like the old Fleur had ever dreamed about.Drabble: Nouveau vernis5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tomorrow at this time, I'll be in Bill's arms as his wife.
Her scarred, red-haired, brave, humble Bill. Whenever she had thought of her future husband in her younger years, she had imagined he would be a prince charming from her beloved France, fair-haired, pale-eyed, sportive and rich. The kind she had usually dated, although she also had had a thing for mysterious, dark-haired men.
The day her eyes met the spark in Bill's, all the blonde students at Beauxbatons looked like peasants. The day Bill kissed her, a Quidditch team collided in mid-air and fell in a mass of rags. The day Bill made love to her, all the money in the world became Leprechaun gold.
Tomorrow, I'll be wearing this dress at my wedding.
She had wanted her bridal garment to
feelings Revealed ShawnxCoreyfeelings Revealed ShawnxCorey4 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
Conversation1User: Do you go to Hogwarts?Conversation15 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
A Hogwarts Life: Chapter 1"Why did you do it? Asked the stupid cow of a counsilerA Hogwarts Life: Chapter 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Do What? wondering what the hell she was talking about?
"Don't play dumb with me Rosalie Anne Lestrange".
"How Dare you use my full name and since when did Hogwarts have a counsiler anyway? I asked the stupid cow.
"Don't Evade the question Miss Lestrange, you tortured that poor Miss Granger with the crusiatus curse and i want to know why".
"You want to know why a tortured the freeking mudblood? She punched my cousin and called him a fowl lothsome evil little cocrouch I guess i also felt like it". as i said that the bell went "thats the bell i gotta go to class bye"
Okay my Name is Rosalie Anne Lestange, i am the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange and the Dark Lord (but everyone thinks my father is Rolphuludus Lestrange) I am 13 years old and a metmorphagus (just like my filthy half-blood cousin Tonks). I am in Slytherin House with my cousin Draco Malfoy. At the moment i haev black hair with white and green streaks with big green eye
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 Day5 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
Naruto Chat RoomChErRyBlOsSoM_XO: HEY SASUKE!!Naruto Chat Room7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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.: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:.5 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.