The Start of Unity -Fanfiction
THE START OF UNITY
Scorpius sent a curious look towards the group of adults that his father had just nodded to, wondering who they were. There sure were a lot of them, and a lot of red-headed children. Scorpius sidled closer to his parents while they stood in the steam of the Hogwarts Express on Platform 9¾, waiting for the signal to board.
"Do I have to go?" Scorpius asked nervously.
Draco looked down at his son and withheld a sigh. "We've talked about this, Scorpius. You'll do fine at Hogwarts."
Scorpius chewed on his bottom lip and responded quietly. "It's just what if I get put in the wrong house? What if the other kids don't like me? What if "
"Darling," Astoria soothed, kneeling in front of her smaller than average son, placing her hands on his shoulders. "We don't care what house you're sorted into. We'll be proud no matter where you go, and the ot
Our Rose"Hey, you."Our Rose3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ron says this as he walks into Hermione's hospital room, clutching a full cup of tea and handing it to her as he reaches the bed.
"Oh, thank Merlin, this is just what I needed," Hermione says, taking a large sip from the cup. "How's Rosie?"
"She's great," says Ron as he sits down on the bed next to her. "Granddad and Grandma Weasley are fawning over her right now. Those Muggle Healers"
"Yeah, them. They weren't going to let Mum in to see her, saying something about how only the immediate family was allowed in. I think she may have Confunded them, though," Ron says, laughing. "Last I saw, they were wondering around the waiting area, looking a bit lost."
Hermione bites her lip in worry. "Oh, I hope she puts them right, it'd be awful to have a Confunded doctor treating these patients."
Ron grins and kisses Hermione on the forehead. "That's my girl, always worried about something. Come on, you've just given birth! Let someone else worry about the wo
Scorpius's Request 1When he left his office with a goodbye wave for Ron and a handful of Floo Powder, it was with the full intention of shucking off his robes and going to bed. It had been a grueling week and he was tired. Week, he thought to himself. Try month, Harry. A grueling, exhausting month and now he had two weeks all to himself.Scorpius's Request 14 years ago in Drama More Like This
When he felt something inside him shift, all thought of going home to his bed vanished and was Apparating to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Someone had set off the wards. They were silent trips, not designed to harm so much as to keep entrapped. Apparition became impossible, port keys would shut down, the floo literally folded in on itself, and the doors became blocked. They were the same wards he kept on his own home, when he'd realized that he could stay at Number Twelve. There were too many memories, too much weight. And none of it had ever or would ever feel like his.
He removed the wards at the front door with ease, stepped in. "Kreacher?" he questi
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Angelina couldn't take her eyes off of the ring in his hand. It was a simple affair, nothing extravagant by any means, but that was entirely unsurprising; she'd seen it before, after all, when she went along to help Percy find Aubrey a ring. The only surprise of the whole thing was that George was the one kneeling in front of the Burrow's couch, holding the open box in hand. Belatedly, she realized that it had all been a ploy, that Percy would hardly trust her opinion on a ring more than anyone else in the family.
So there she was, gaping down at the diamond ring in surprise while time somehow stood still. It twinkled a lot. Not just the diamonds, though all three of them certainly shone and glittered almost outrageously, but the silver band itself seemed to shimmer. It hadn't done that at the shop, she was sure. It must have been an addition of George's.
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The voice came quietly but perfectly audibly through the darkness and Ron sighed slightly as he opened the door to his daughter's bedroom.
"Rosie? what are you still doing up sweetheart?"
In the orange glow of her night lamp, he could just see her peeking out from the top of her bed clothes, a pale little face under her curly mop of red hair, her brown eyes with the wide, glazed look of someone tired beyond sleepiness. They blinked slowly as she answered.
"I couldn't sleep could you tell me a story?"
He sighed again and rubbed a hand exhaustedly over his face, but he knew better than to refuse. If Rose said she couldn't sleep without a story then she couldn't sleep without a story, just lie awake and come down the next morning in an almost hypnotic state that was hard to get her out of.
"Just a short one, then. Do you want anything to drink?"
She considered for a moment, puckering up her eyebrows, biting her lip and looking exactly like her mother for a minute be
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At a loss for something better to do Ron began pacing back and forth across his room. As he paced, he allowed his thoughts to wander. Unsurprisingly he found his thoughts wandering to Hermione, the girl of his dreams. Smiling slightly, Ron thought about the day he'd asked her out for their first date.
She had been out in the garden; a book lay open across her lap. She had decided to return to Hogwarts to continue her education. Ron had laughed when he first heard, but he knew Hermione needed to complete her schooling for her to be happy. He remembered how the sun had reflected golden rays off her hair; her eyes seemed to sparkle as she ga
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
8. RiddleGinny watched a strange look cross Ron and Hermione's faces as she leaned against her mother. Both stood at the same time as the look faded and walked briskly to the entrance of the Great Hall, and that was when Ginny knew Harry was with them. She hadn't spoken to him since he shooed her from the Room of Requirement, hadn't stopped thinking about him since a funny feeling went through her while searching the grounds, hadn't stopped wanting to hold him since she saw him in Hagrid's arms. She yearned to follow the three of them, to latch onto Harry's arm and never let it go again, but she knew the time wasn't right. He wasn't ready for her, and she wasn't ready for him. Not yet.8. Riddle2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She stood up and left her mother's side. None of her family seemed to notice. Bill and Fleur were wrapped so tightly together that it was difficult to tell whose robes were whose; Percy and Charlie were talking quietly, their eyes full o
Crazy WomenRon had always assumed that women became crazy at around twelve. About the time they started getting boobs, and about the time he had started noticing their existence. Convenient.Crazy Women4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ginny was the exception to this rule. She had never been crazy. She had been scary, but there was always a reason for her anger. That changed when she got pregnant. Naturally, Ron assumed that this meant she would be normal again after she had the kid. Bad assumption.
Hermione was the very reason he had established this theory in the first place. From the moment he realized what her being a girl meant, he knew she was crazy. To tell the truth, she was so funny when she was mad, that he developed a rather bad habit of pissing her off just to hear her huff "Ronald!" and stomp off.
Rose disproved this theory once and for all.
When she was a baby, she cried for no reason at all.&
A child of frost and sunshineAs he stood outside the ornate wooden doors, he could not bring himself to focus on anything but the sounds coming from within. The sound of a woman screaming in pain. Pain that he had, in his way, caused her to be in. It sickened him to think that one he loved so much was in so much agony. But he knew that when it was over, if things went as well as they both hoped, both he and she would be happier than they had ever been. He stepped back from the door and sighed.A child of frost and sunshine1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack Frost, a spirit of cold and ice, was to many people merely a figure of myth. An expression to describe the way the day would become suddenly cold, or an unexpected arrival of snow. To almost everyone in the world, he was not real. But he was. And to those who believed in him, he was as real as any flesh and blood human being. One such human was now beyond those doors, tended to by her hand-maidens. Rapunzel, the princess of this land, this palace he now stood within. The two of them had known each other for some time an
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"And let us all rejoice again, on Christmas Day! On Christmas day! And let us all rejoice again, on Christmas Day in the morning!"
"Thanks, Sir Cadogan. I didn't know 'I Saw Three Ships' had nine verses," replied Rose, hoping he would take a hint and stop singing.
"Hush, thou knave in maiden's clothing! You are to stay silent for your punishment! Now, another song I rather enjoy goes something like this! On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, a puffskein in a pear tree!" he sang in a robust baritone.
Rose let out a low moan before she continued polishing the gold shield award. Her father and uncle had won it back in 1993 for special service to the school. She could not imagine such heroes could ever be found serving detention by polishing trophies. They h
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
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Scorpius took a shallow breath as the music began to play. What would normally be a cheerful throng seemed more like the screams of a banshee as the organist played with eloquence. Was he the only one that heard that distant screaming noise? Everything felt wrong as Rose started walking down the aisle. She looked more beautiful than he'd ever seen her before, which made him blanch.
She was holding a bouquet of blue hydrangeas that almost perfectly matched her own blue eyes. He wanted to kick himself for helping her pick them out. He had sat beside her as they picked out flowers, chose where the wedding would be, picked the music, and had even brought in his own mother to help with choosing the bridesmaids dresses. In truth, he had only volunteered so that he'd have a chance to smell her hair as she enthusiastically flipped through brochures, and watch her eyes twinkle as she found 'the one' of everything from place cards, to the ridiculous canapés. It was his fault that she looked