Finally, A Proper GoodbyeTeddy fidgeted, unsure of himself. He could feel Victoire's blue eyes on him, but kept his own brown ones on the cobblestones determinedly. He could feel the blush rising to his face and tried to ignore it. He was quite sure that this moment ranked in the Top Five Most Awkward.Finally, A Proper Goodbye4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Merlin, get a hold of yourself.
You're practically family. You're basically her cousin.
But I'm not.
Just look at her.
I have. For a long time.
He tried to say "yes?" but it came out as more of a grunt.
"Are you going to kiss me, or what?"
Pure shock cause his head to snap up so fast his that his neck cracked. She looked part amused, part annoyed, and just a little bit coy.
"You want me to?"
"Oh, for the love of Merlin"
She grabbed the collar of his vest and yanked his face into reach, and she was kissing him, and his arms were around
One-shot: Conquer'Thank you, Neville.' Ginny attempted to smile at him as Neville lifted the injured girl into his arms and took her inside the castle. But that simple gesture, curving her lips and moving the muscles of her face to form a smile, it hurt her.One-shot: Conquer4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Moments before, when she stood in the grounds trying to comfort that little girl, Ginny had felt something. That something had made her feel more afraid than anything in the past hours, more than having to battle for her life, more than seeing all those people lying dead, even Fred... lying lifeless, too. Ginny couldn't have said what it was, exactly. It was just a feeling, given by the softest breeze that made the hairs of her arms stand on end. As if there was no hope.
Overwhelmed, she dropped on the ground, her back against the outside wall, and hidden in the shadows, she hugged her knees and cried silently. Was this ever going to end? What would happen when the hour given by Voldemort ended? Would the battle resume and they would inevitably die
Bloody LingerieLily Evans had always been terrifying. James had never seen such an explosive temper, nor anyone who had such a fixation with obscure hexes for which no one seemed to know the counter. This, coupled with his persistence in asking her out at least twice a week during their Hogwarts years, resulted in him nearly constantly trying to reverse the results of her creativity.Bloody Lingerie4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But James had found that an eight-month pregnant Lily Potter, in the middle of a late June heat wave, was a hundred times worse.
He had long ago learned his lesson about changing her temperature-control spells. Whether the house was thirty degrees or ten, he just had to deal with it. There also had to be a constant supply of a variety of baked goods, magical and Muggle. She was eating very healthy (and forcing him to as well) but Merlin help him if she craved a lemon bar and there were none. It made matters worse that they couldn't
Not My DaughterMolly was aware, in some corner of her mind, that many lives had been lost in the last few hours. But at that moment, only two mattered: Harry and Fredher sons, her beloved, brave, sons. Fred, who nearly everyone had seen as one half of a whole, but he was more than that He was the more reckless of the already reckless pair, the one she could pick out by his crossed arms, whereas George always had his hands in his pockets. Never once had she truly confused them. And Harry, who had befriended her terrified Ron, engaged in a bizarre dance for her daughter's heart, and now had walked straight into the open arms of death.Not My Daughter4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hagrid's great tears were splashing onto Harry's clothes as he laid him on the grass by Voldemort's feet. Molly felt the tears sliding down her cheeks, but forced herself to meet his terrible eyes. In this life or the next, he would pay for the murder of her sons She did
M is for MoreMy mother loved Fred and Roxanne dearly. She spoiled them, overfed them, and seemed believe their façade of innocence. Molly does the same, but having raised seven children, including George, she knows they are far from innocent.M is for More3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I love them more than anything. They are my beautiful, laughing children, pure and untouched by the war. When I looked at the world, everything had scars from Voldemort's destruction. Towns were missing buildings, families were missing children, people were missing a part of themselves that had been snuffed out. My own husband was missing his twin. My children were whole, missing nothing. When I looked at them, I saw a part of this world that Voldemort had been unable to touch.
Fred and Roxy laughed and smiled when I sang silly songs, and the scariest thing in their world was the Bogeyman. They represented to me the good, safe word we had
4 giggling girlsIt was a freezing day at the Burrow, but inside the warm house, the huge Weasley family was too busy to worry about the heavy snow blocking the entrance. While Mrs. Weasley waved her wand back and forth, cooking and chopping and slicing and baking; Mr. Weasley and Bill rearranged the furniture, trying to figure out a way of making the 30 redheads (and honorary redheads) fit into the wooden house. The Delacours and Auntie Gabrielle, who would join them this year, weren't there yet, and neither were Percy, Audrey and the kids, nor George, his wife and their naughty children. Fleur and Hermione chatted happily, decorating the living room with an excellent taste, while Ron, Ginny and Harry tried to stop Louis, Albus, James and Hugo from destroying the place in the course of their war, which consisted on throwing pieces of old, rock solid bread to each other. Charlie, single and sun-tanned, the same free spirit as always, rested leaning on the wall near to the fireplace, telling an interest4 giggling girls4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
teddy's hogwarts letterteddy's hogwarts letter3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland
Teddy came through the door in a rush, his letter gripped in his hand.
"I got it! I got it!" he said, doing a jump in the air.
Harry and Ginny were at the breakfast table with Gran, and in seconds their faces split into giant grins. James let out a roar of approval. Lily, covered in jam, giggled and clapped from her high chair, thoroughly amused by all the sounds coming from her brother.
"He got what?" Al asked.
"His Hogwarts letter!"
Al quietly smiled. Even at three he knew it was something good.
"I'm so proud of you, Teddy," said Gran, dabbing at her eyes with a napkin.
"Me too," said Harry, giving Teddy a warm smile.
Teddy suddenly felt his smile begin to fade. His hand went to the back of his head as he looked at the ground.
"What is it?" asked Ginny.
"I just... I wish my mum and dad could be here, you know?"
"They are," said Gran giving a gesture around them.
"Yeah, you kn
A Sleepless Night"Daddy?"A Sleepless Night4 years ago in Romance More Like This
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
George's Pain.Someone was there, waiting. That someone couldn't be found with the naked eye. He waited. He waited. He waited, impatiently. At last, what that person was waiting and hoping for, most, appeared in front of him. The Room of Requirement.George's Pain.4 years ago in Drama More Like This
He slipped through the large door, unseen. Closing it behind him, he searched around the room, hoping to find what he needed. Revealing a head full of flame - red hair and a ghostly white face, the Invisibility Cloak slid off him. His complexion was paler than normal. Dry tears marking him. It seemed as though the boy - perhaps around the age of nineteen - never stopped weeping. He finally took the cloak off and held it with a loose grasp in his shaking fist. His tall frame shivering. Pain... grief... fear... coldness... One could only hope that the boy was shivering from lack of body heat, and nothing else.
Looking around, he could not find what he needed. He needed the mirror - not just any old mirror. He needed the cruelest mirror he ever knew.
One-shot: Three D'sTwenty-first of April. It was funny to think that, two years ago, the date stood as the door to a world of possibilities. One year ago, it meant absolutely nothing. And now it looked like a somewhat terrifying prospect to him.One-shot: Three D's4 years ago in Romance More Like This
'Are you all right, Ron?'
Hermione was looking at him with a concerned expression from across the table. She had a free period after lunch that day, which she usually reserved for a lengthy study session at the library. Resigning that necessary time in her busy schedule to wait with him until he had to re-take the Apparition test was something he deeply thanked her for.
Ron smiled at her.
'Yeah, just remembering.'
'About the last time? Don't think on it, you'll do fine,' Hermione said reassuringly, reaching to squeeze his hand. 'You'd only had minor problems in your previous practise'
'And then I splinched twice,' he reminded her gloomily.
'You can't count those... You were under a lot of pressure... we all were, just in different ways, I suppose.'
I Loved Every SecondI cried when I bought the last book, and watched the last film.I Loved Every Second4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I adored you from the moment you were given to him. The first book, the first film, you were this snowy white, feathered beauty. Did you know that every child wanted you?
I blinked, and re-read the whole page, just to make sure that you really had died, you foolish, beautiful joker. I thought twins couldn't be separated.
I think part of me knew it would happen, but I was still so, so sad when I confirmed you were gone. We all knew a teacher like you. Out of all of them, you were the best Defence Against The Dark Arts professor, you know. Werewolf or not.
I choked a little as your name came up, camera boy. You should've gone home
I wanted to hit the page when you fell through that curtain. You didn't get enough time, to make up for what you'd lost. Not fair, and not right, and Guess what? I ended up hitting the page a lot of times, before I could finish.
I always maintained that you were a bull
Q is for QuestionsSince Lily had been born a few months before, Harry was working from home as often as he could manage. With three children under the age of five, it was just too hard for either he or Ginny to be alone with them all day. Some days, it was unavoidable, but they managed.Q is for Questions2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of course, some days the little terrors were quite distracting.
“Why can’t I fly?”
“You can. On your broom.”
“No, on a real broom. Like yours. Or mum’s.”
“Because you’re not old enough.”
“Because you’re only four, James.
“Because that’s how many years old you are!”
“Because you are, James.”
“Because your mother bought new underwear, that’s why. Now go play with Al.”
“Because I’m very busy, James! I love you, but I need to work rig
Precisely their eyesThe delighted squeals that the baby boy made as he watched the chess pieces move drowned the call of 'Daddy!' from his older sister.Precisely their eyes4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ron looked away from his son's happy face at the game of wizarding chess to pay attention to his daughter. She was frowning at him from behind the tall stack of books she was holding.
'Mummy says that is a violent game to teach us,' she said, sounding much like Hermione.
'Oh.' Ron pouted. 'That's a shame; I wanted to teach you, too!'
'Really?' asked Rose, her face lighting up at the prospect.
'Of course, Rosie! Don't worry, I'll talk to Mummy. What's with all the books? Are those the photo albums?' asked Ron, pointing at the tower that threatened to fall down any minute now from her thin arms.
'Mummy said can you help me with homework because she's cooking and doing her work.'
'You want me to help you?'
Rose nodded; Ron took the albums from her hands and, with a wave of his wand, sent the chessboard away to make space for his daughter to sit ne
One-shot: A Cat's TaleA Cat's TaleOne-shot: A Cat's Tale3 years ago in Humor More Like This
'I'll say it first!'
'No, I say it first!'
They are arguing and making a terrible noise again. Can't anyone sleep peacefully here any more? The one with the orange fur and the one with the brown fur, that's them. They're usually annoying together, but they amuse me. Especially because the one with the brown fur is always right and she always stands up for me. Of course, she's my mistress. She'd be a terrible mistress if she didn't defend me.
Although, now that I have my eyes open, I can see it's not them. The one with the brown head is a male, and the orange headed one is a female. They are annoying but amusing, too: my mistress's cubs. I confuse them all the time. Must be getting older.
'Happy birthday, Cooksanks!'
They shout at the same time, but it doesn't make me jump like it used to.
'You know, Hugo, today's not Crookshanks's real birthday,' the girl says. 'That's why I almost forgot. I forgot this morning because it's not his
PhotographsTeddy held the two photos in his hands, side by side.Photographs4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
One had been taken at the hospital, just after his birth. His mother looked exhausted, but smiled and bounced the red, wailing baby. It was hard to believe that he had been that cranky little ball of tears. His father was standing next to the bed, leaning over, with one arm awkwardly around his mother. As Teddy watched the photo, his father turned and gave his mother a chaste peck on the lips.
One month. They had been a family for a month.
The second photo was old, a bit torn at the edges. It was of four boys, a little older than he was. About twelve. They were laughing so hard they could hardly stand, holding on one another's shoulders for support. The first boy was short and a bit chubby, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. Next to him was a boy who looked extraordinarily like Harry, but much yo
Good MorningRon wasn't too fond of mornings. He would much rather stay in bed, and get up around noon. He often joked that he would love mornings, if only they came later in the day. Hermione simply called him lazy. She would always be up early, mostly due to the crying of their daughter Rose, and would have showered, dressed and eaten all before Ron had even opened his eyes.Good Morning4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It wasn't that Ron didn't want to get up early in the mornings, truly he did; it was just that he couldn't ever bring himself to do it. The only times he had ever managed to do so was when it was his turn to tend to his daughter, or when his wife was sick.
Ron smiled as he watched his wife sleep soundly next to him. One of her hands was curled protectively around her stomach; the other was clasped gently around his. He pulled her closer to him and placed a kiss on her cheek. Hermione shifted slightly in her sleep before slowly opening her eyes.
"Good morning," she said sleepily.
"Good morning," he replied, his voice somewhat
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. Riddle3 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
Baby Fiasco"You sure you'll be okay?" Hermione looked doubtful.Baby Fiasco4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ron rolled his eyes. "Yes, Hermione. We'll be fine. After almost a year of doing this, I do actually know what I'm doing."
"I labeled her dinner, and how much she gets. Make sure"
"Hermione! Will you go already!"
Hermione looked slightly affronted, but kissed her husband and daughter goodbye. "Be good for Daddy."
Ginny chuckled and placed their younger son in Harry's arms. "Bye, love."
"You two enjoy yourselves." He kissed her, and with a last wave, the two women Dissapparated, leaving two dads and three babies.
Ten minutes later, all three of them were bawling.
Ron tried to get his daughter to tell him what was wrong, but seeing as all she could say was "Dada" and "Boo", and was too upset to even point at anything, he didn't get very far. He tried giving her a favorite picture book and reading to her,
First Year: Redemption"It's not that bad," Rose tried coaxing Poppy to eat her shepherd's pie for dinner since she hadn't had breakfast nor lunch, but Poppy just felt sick with anxiety. As far as she knew, no first year Hufflepuff had yet to lose fifteen points from their house, let alone twenty. And all in one shot! She was terrified of facing the common room tonight, especially alone, away from her friends.First Year: Redemption3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's just... I felt as if I've disappointed everyone. And I'm only a muggleborn! How could I have caused so much trouble!" She took a deep breath. "No. No more crying."
Just then, Professor Shrup came to the Slytherin table, where they were sitting. He coughed to announce himself than started a speech that sounded severely rehearsed. "Poppy Lindle, it seems I was mistaken when I gave you a detention this morning, and took those points from your house; Hufflepuff. Someone came to speak to me around second period, when they saw you go to the Hospital Wing. It's all been taken care of and you do not have
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 Meeting5 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
R and Hr fanfic Like a WhisperAnd I heard it.R and Hr fanfic Like a Whisper5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Your voice, Hermione.
You said my name. Just my name. Like a whisper.
So I took it, clicked it, and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. And sure enough, it floated toward me, the ball of light went right into my chest. Straight through me. Right here. I knew it was going to take me where I needed to go.
Like a Whisper
Nunca pensei um dia chegar
I never thought would come the day
Te ouvir dizer:
That I would hear you say
"Não é por mal
"It's not that I want
Mas vou te fazer chorar
But I'll make you cry
Hoje vou te fazer chorar
Today I'll make you cry
Não tenho muito tempo
Not much time left to me
Tenho medo de ser um só
I'm afraid to be part of the "one"(to be alone)
Tenho medo de ser só um
I'm afraid to be the one
Alguém pra se lembrar
The one to be remembered
Alguém pra se lembrar
Someone to be remembered
Alguém pra se lembrar"
Someone to be remembered"
Faz um tempo eu quis
It's been a while that I
Thank You, Harry PotterThank you, Harry Potter, for never giving up.Thank You, Harry Potter4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Thank you for fighting for what you believe in and sacrificing too much.
Thank you for never thinking badly of muggleborns, and teaching us about
Friendship, courage, and being a real hero, even when there's a doubt.
Thank you, Ronald Weasley, for helping us face our fears.
For teaching us what true love means, and bringing us to tears.
Thank you for showing us how strong the friendship was you bore.
Thank you for standing up for yourself, and for the greatest kiss in the war.
Thank you, Hermione Granger, for showing us what real beauty is.
Thank you for helping girls across the world fight their own demons.
Thank you for teaching us to be strong in the face of death and danger.
So, with all my heart, thank you, Hermione Granger.
Thank you, Luna Lovegood, for ignoring pressure from your peers.
Thank you, for your fashion sense, with radishes on your ears.
Thank you for being yourself, and never backing down.
Thank you, for saving Hogwarts,
HP: Boy or Girl?Harry wasn't used to being in the waiting room outside of the maternity ward. He was used to being in the delivery room, with Ginny, or home waiting for the news if one of her brothers' wives were giving birth. But now it wasn't Ginny who was having a baby, and it wasn't Fleur or Audrey or Angelina. It was Hermione, and she and Ron wanted him here at the hospital, and he and Ginny were out in the waiting room with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and with nothing to do but wait. Well, wait and chase James around the room every time he tried to make a break for it. He was a year and a half old and seemed to delight in doing anything that would distract them from Albus, whether he was old enough to do it consciously or not. In that regard, sitting in the waiting room was actually better than being at home James was quite content to soak up his grandparents' affections and leave the baby with his parents, or to let Harry chase him while his grandparents cooeHP: Boy or Girl?3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
What makes a Weasley WomanWhat makes a Weasley Woman3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Three things make a Weasley Woman; Freckles, Brown eyes, and Red hair. Molly Weasley had all three, and all three were passed down to her granddaughters.
Victoire Weasley had a perfect face, which one might argue was obscured behind her freckles. Teddy Lupin did not agree, he thought her freckles wonderful. More often than not, he'd get a bit carried away trying to count them.
"Hogsmede, Teddy. Are you even listening?"
"59." 59 freckles on the left side of her face. he told himself it wasn't creepy to count them.
"What?" she looked utterly perplexed. "Were you listening?"
"Si, senorita?" he said, in a thick french accent.
"That was Spanish, Lupin, not French. Nice try, though." she said with a snort.
"Er, your eyes are like pomme de terres?"
"You think I have potato eyes?"
"Oh, for the love of Merlin " sighed Teddy, giving up at last.
Roxanne Weasley inherited Molly's eyes; Big, long-la