Harry Potter Sorting Contest Entry-Scorpius Malfoy"MALFOY, SCORPIUS!"Harry Potter Sorting Contest Entry-Scorpius Malfoy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Murmurs and whispers travelled through the hall, members from each of the four houses glaring at him as he reached the stool - his heart was racing and his stomach was doing backflips. His hands were shaking nervously and someone said, "That's the palest Malfoy I've ever seen."
Scorpius sat down nervously and Professor Longbottom carefully placed the hat on his head - yawning as if he already knew the outcome of Scorpius's Sorting. Scorpius's head turned towards the Slytherin table and he saw some boys clearing a space for him and some girls arguing with each other over which one would sit next to him. Scorpius almost slapped himself on his forehead.
"Oh great." Scorpius thought to himself.
He turned to observe the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. The Hufflepuffs smiled kindly up at him, although Scorpius could tell many of their smiles were completely fake. Some of them looked terrified of him and shrunk away as he faced them.
"Really now? I'm not my fa
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: Redemption2 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
How to Say Goodbye?All was well.How to Say Goodbye?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've read these three words aloud and flipped through the remaining pages of the book, hoping that there will be another chapter. But the pages that followed it are empty and the last two pages are dedicated to the author and the illustrator.
"That's it?" I said. "That's it," said the boy who is sitting next to me. He just smiled and his green eyes gleamed at me (it gave me goose bumps). This boy have been with me since I was eleven We were both eleven. I could not imagine him leaving after all these years. But now, I have to accept that he really is leaving.
It seems like yesterday that he had been told by a giant named Hagrid that he was a wizard and now he finally defeated the Dark Lord. "Why so glum? I thought you will be happy for me now that I've defeated Voldemort," he said. "I know It's just I couldn't believe it is over," I said. "All stories have endings, you know that," he said "and it turned out to be a happy ending like you've expected, right?" I no
Padfoot and Prongs: Moving InPadfoot and Prongs: Moving In2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had been a long hot day. James's hair stuck to the back of his neck as he walked down the path to the gate in front of his parent's cottage. He leaned over it, sighing, as there was no sign of life moving along the dirt road. The wind was picking up now, rolling across the field that bordered the road, rippling it as though it were a great golden ocean. Dark clouds were appearing on the horizon, framing the gold with dark blue. James looked over into Mrs. Wittle's yard, where the well endowed Mrs. Wittle herself was hastily pulling down her laundry in anticipation of the impending storm. She glanced at the clouds worryingly as she pulled down her last pair of pinstriped knickers, catching James in her eyesight and waving. James waved back, watching as she turned and collected her lawn gnomes and took them inside with her. James turned his attention back to the road, ruffling his hair in the wind. No sign of Sirius yet, but his excitement was mounting as the clouds approached. The da
BirthdayBirthdayBirthday3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
11 Years Ago
It is said that the first year after you lose someone you love is the hardest. But that over time the pain of them not being there will fade, and although it will stay with you forever, life will begin to become bearable again, and eventually you'll be able to feel happiness again.
'Whoever said that is full of shit,' he said slurring as he leaned against the hard stone surface behind him.
His vision was blurred and his eyes watered mixing with the rain that poured down on him. He was soaked to the bone and shivering like mad but refused to move. Shakily he raised the bottle to his lips taking a long swig of fire whiskey mixed with the rainwater. He traced the words on his brother's tombstone, sobbing loudly.
The alarm clock buzzed loudly. Groaning he smacked the snooze button and rolled over pulling the sheets over his head.
'George get up.' Angelina called tugging at the bed covers.
'In a few minutes,' he moaned.
'You said that two hours ago, now get
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 Meeting3 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
The Birth - Harry and GinnyCurled up on the sofa Harry Potter smiled to himself. He had a perfect house, a beautiful wife who any day now would give birth to their first child, amazing friends and a great job. Did life get any better than this? Looking down at his sleeping wife he brushed a strand of her shocking red hair off her face, Ginny stirred slightly in her sleep but didnt wake. Harry spent several minutes watching her bump move up and down in time with her breathing. Harry smiled, kissed the top of Ginnys head and picked up his book and began to read.The Birth - Harry and Ginny5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Harry? Ginny mumbled.
Hey hon, did I wake you? Harry said, setting down his book again.
No, the babys just kicking really hard. Feel she said guiding Harrys hand across her stomach. Harry kept very still feeling for the kick. He had felt it before of course but every time was just as exciting! For a minute Harry could feel nothing, then all of a sudden... There we go Ginny smiled, movi
Mistletoe MagicLily Evans has always loved Christmas. It's the most wonderful time of the year, right? She doesn't like it because of the gift exchanging. She isn't a materialist and never has been. She likes the spirit of Christmas. Families getting together, decorating the Christmas tree, singing carols, thinking about what a person likes so you know what present you'd buy them, being better. Because, certainly, in this time of the year everyone is better or tries to. Lily herself decided to be better.Mistletoe Magic3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I won't yell at Potter. I won't hex Potter into next week. I will keep calm. I won't yell at him. I will keep calm.
"For Merlin's sake, Potter, no means no! It's past curfew and the rules clearly say that you can't get out of the common room for any whatsoever reason!" That was it for keeping my calm.
"But what if I was badly injured and dying? I would need to go to Madame Pomfrey immediately."
"You are not badly injured, Potter. You want to go outside to have a snowball fight," I said and sigh
Hp-RHr MeaningfulMeaningful.Hp-RHr Meaningful3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"That first kiss...it's the passionate one. It's the one filled by desire and attraction, and all of that, but the second kiss is rational. You got time to worry, and over analyze and most women...they prefer that first kiss, but I'm partial to the second one because it's about something more. You'll get that second kiss Joey and when you do it'll be great. It'll be real. It'll be meaningful."
-Nina Repeta as Bessie Potter in Dawson's Creek.
It was over, the war had been won. Ron couldn't quite believe the final battle had been won almost a fortnight ago. Voldemort had been defeated, forever gone from their midst. He had been conquered by Harry Potter, the boy who lived...twice. Ron couldn't stop the small chuckle that escaped his lips at that thought. Yes, Harry had forever banished the Dark Lord from their world and gained new levels of fame right with it but to Ron, he would always be Harry, his best friend since he was eleven years old when he met him on t
Memoirs of a Muggle Born Ch. 1 IntroductionMemoirs of a Muggle Born Ch. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hello, if you are reading this then you already know who I am. My name Hermione Jean Weasley, formerly Hermione Jean Granger. You may know me as one of the Golden Trio, friend and helper of the famous Harry Potter. You may know me as a famous lawyer who has spent the last thirty years fighting injustice, and has helped re-write the laws concerning house elves, and even more importantly Muggle-borns. You could possibly have heard of me, when I was the first woman ever offered the position of Minister of Magic, a job I turned down. Yet none of these things are wh
The Definition of Rose WeasleyRose was the exactly perfect combination of Weasley and Granger; she was tall for her age, but not too terribly gangly, with red hair that fell just past her shoulders in small rings. She'd had the unfortunate luck of inheriting Hermione's over-sized front teeth, but that hardly seemed to bother her - her happiness may have stemmed from the fact that, unlike her brother and several of her cousins, she'd been fortunate enough to miss out on the trademark Weasley freckles.The Definition of Rose Weasley2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Scorp always loved looking at her. He couldn't understand why their parents were enemies when he, Rose and Al all got along so smashingly. Still... There were always times when Scorpius could see Rose's Weasley blood boiling up. Like whenever she got into trouble, she'd insist it was the professor's fault, not hers. Detentions were wrongly assigned to her and if she didn't understand a spell (which was rare, but possible), it was entirely the fault of the spell itself and not Rose.
For all her intelligence, Rose lacked
Like Father Like SonHarry's broken promise to Ginny.Like Father Like Son3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She remembered the first time he'd kissed her. In the common room, in front of everyone, his friends, her friends, her brothers. She had to break into a small smile at that memory. It was a Sunday afternoon, it didn't matter what month seeing as they were all the same. Time dragged horribly when your education was being dictated to by a foundation of lies and discrimination. Every day was grey. As if the very soul of Hogwarts had died along with Dumbledore. There was no longer laughter that filled the corridors, but hushed whispers and harsh shouts. To think she once felt at home here. Here where she had her friends, her brothers and Harry.
Ginny curled her toes on the vanished window seat. She had curled herself into her usual spot, looking out onto the Forbidden Forest and the foreboding distance. Her arms hugged her knees as she stared out of the rain smattered window. The dormitory was the only safe place to be, and she was often here, sittin
First Year: FramedAl thumped his head on the desk and almost upset his ink. He was in the library surrounded by books trying to finish his essay on the properties of monkswood, but he was struggling. Poppy was helping old professor Sprout, who was about a billion years old now, take her books up to the staff room, and then will probably be rewarded with a cup of tea and a chat. Rose and Verity were doing something in the Gryffindor common room, where Al could not get a message to them, probably chatting about their girly habits and Scorpius- Al checked his Chudley Cannons wristwatch- was ten minutes late to this study fiesta.First Year: Framed2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He looked back to his book- One thousand magical herbs and fungi- and sighed as the words seemed to float off the page and swim before his eyes. He never knew how Rose and Aunt Hermione could just sit and read; it was just so boring to him. Sure, he enjoyed some books, but he wondered if comic books counted. They were much more fun to read.
He scratched in a few more lines t
Dear HarryDear Harry,Dear Harry3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you saw that flash of green light, a sinister laugh knocking in your ears and a searing pain on your forehead, did you ever think that you would start childhoods and set souls ablaze?
When you were locked in your cupboard after your awful aunt and uncle refused to give you dinner, again, did you know that you would soon have millions of children smile at the sound of your name?
When you were on the train to Hogwarts, and you met your best friend Ron, did you ever wonder that we were all on the train with you, we were all excited to go to school with you, and we were estatic to be sorted into our proper houses?
Whenever you felt like you were all alone in the world, did you know that we all stood up, applauded and cheered you on, with grins outstretching the world, tears rushing down our cheeks and glasses similar to yours on our faces?
When you were terrified and thought that you had truly met your sticky end, did you know that millions of people would dress up exactly
The Start of Unity -FanfictionThe Start of Unity -Fanfiction3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
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
Harry and Ginny: Train StationGinny was sitting on the train in a compartment with Neville and Luna. She was so tired of everyone; she just wanted to see Harry, to make sure he was ok. She missed him so much, it killed her. The war had taken its toll on everyone, especially Harry.Harry and Ginny: Train Station6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Gin? Are you all right?" Luna asked in her quiet voice, sitting with Nevilles arm around her shoulder. That only made Ginny miss him more. It didnt help, that they were always together and that they were her best friends. But Ginny wasnt going to ruin anything; they loved each other almost as much as Ginny and Harry loved each other.
"I'm fine." Ginny said looking out the window, they had arrived in England.
Ginny grabbed her luggage and walked out of the compartment, saying goodbye to Neville and Luna and telling them that she would write soon and have them over. She stepped onto the platform and didnt see anyone of her brothers or parents there. They must be running late. She was standing off to the side when sh
Harry Potter Talk"Daughters of Aphrodite, could you please not flirt with the Apollo boys? Just this once? We've got a schedule here!"Harry Potter Talk2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Annabeth, honestly, you're just stressing yourself out."
"You're no fun, Annabeth!"
"I am not, Percy."
"Yes, you are."
"I just don't like to cram about this, you know. I mean, the camp's looking great but I still have Olympus to work on... Okay, guys! Hecate's statue goes right there. Great! Thanks!"
"I finally get the girl but she'd end up ignoring me."
"Don't you think it's cool, though? We get to add 8 more cabins! And it's all thanks to Percy? Hey! Where're you going ?"
"To the lake."
"Hold on a sec.! Gods, how'd you get there so fast?"
"I'll come with."
"But... weren't you just...?"
"I'm not stupid, Percy. I kinda know it when my boyfriend feels ignored."
"You're doing your 'I'm a daughter of Athena' thing again, huh?"
"Nah. I'm doing my 'I've known you for years' thing. C'mon, to the lake!"
"You're such a know it all. I
Harry + Ginny Finally, the whispers stopped issuing from the four posters and she still had five minutes to spare. The clock seemed to be moving sluggishly slow as she anticipated the night ahead with only slightly more excitement than nerves, which disconcerted her. She hated feeling nervous. It was not in her nature.Harry + Ginny3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ginny had not been able to shake the feeling of elation her success with Harry had given her. The other girls in her dormitory had been teasing her, fuelled by both jealousy and intrigue, but she had never paid much attention to them, finding their silly girlish antics rather tiresome. As it was, she could not keep herself from reliving her kiss with Harry; in all her life, she had never felt such a surge of happiness and emotion and bliss all at once and with such fierce intensity... she smiled. Only two minutes to go...
She saw him now, hovering by the window, grinning as widely as she was.
She drew the hangings around her four-p
DistractedHermione was spending Easter Holidays at the Burrow along with her parents. She didn't want to spend Easter away from them, not now that things seemed to be getting back to normal, but she didn't want to spend Easter away from Ron either, so she was ecstatic (and more than a little surprised if she was honest with herself) when her parents agreed with her suggestion to spend Easter at the Burrow.Distracted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Currently she was cuddled up on the sofa revising for her N.E.W.T.s. Arthur and Molly had taken her parents to Diagon Alley to show them around and would be back in the evening, Harry and Ginny had gone out for a walk, George was at the shop, and Ron was taking a shower.
She was so engrossed in her studying that she didn't hear Ron entering the room, creeping behind her and grabbing the book out of her hands.
"Ron! Firstly, don't do that! You nearly gave me a heart-attack! And secondly, give me my book back!"
"I think you've done enough studying for today Hermione."
She stood and marched over
Harry and GinnyIt was just as he'd imagined it. That first time he let his lips touch hers. He had spent lots of time dreaming about it, wondering what it would feel like if he was with Ginny, not Dean. He'd spend his nights thinking about her beauty, how her vibrant red hair was so perfect, how her pale skin was so smooth and pretty. About that flowery smell she carried that made him think of pink, blue, and butterflies. It was so perfect. She was perfect.Harry and Ginny5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So now they were by the lake during free period, just sitting and talking. Harry had Ginny's hand in his as he spoke. "How's your day been so far?" he asked with mild interest. He asked how her day was every day - sometimes she reported with bad news, and other times she was just in an ecstatic mood. He liked to comfort her when she was doen.
"It's been fine, and you?" she replied, watching Harry play with her long fingers.
"Fine," Harry answered, looking up at the girl he loved. A smile danced on his lips and he leaned forward to pr
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'
Typical Night at the Potter's Spoiler for anyone who has not read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows!Typical Night at the Potter's3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A small, grey owl flecked with white spots swooped down through the indigo sky and perched itself on the windowsill of the Potter household. Its tawny eyes flitted around, finding not a resident but just vacancy and the quiet din of the breeze clashing with the wind chimes above the door frame.
The owl known as Athena clutched a scroll in its claw, and she hooted longingly. Footsteps clattered as a tall, red-headed girl stepped in the house and peered for the source of the noise.
She smirked playfully. "Athena, of course you're back so early. I wouldn't expect anything less from such a brilliant owl." The woman stroked Athena's head in a gesture of gratitude and slipped the parchment out of the animal's hand and into her own. As she read, a slow but sure grin beamed from her freckled, heart-shaped face.
"Harry!" she called happily to
The Yule Aftermath: A ScorRose tale When I'd slipped outside the castle initially, I hadn't anticipated anyone noticing that I had done so. After all, the party was in full swing so to speak, most people were dancing, laughing, or falling asleep in their chairs as the night drew on.The Yule Aftermath: A ScorRose tale1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I hadn't left to avoid the ball, no, that wasn't it. But the blast of fresh air and the red sky only drew me closer to the lake and I found myself enraptured by the cool breeze and the ruby lit waters that barely rippled in the evening.
I leaned against a tall oak, finding myself unable to keep my mind off the events that caused me to venture here in the first place.
I should have seen it earlier, I suppose. I knew I should have asked the one girl I really wanted to bring to the ball instead of settling for Jessica, whose persistence set me into exsasperation that I really wouldn't like to repeat. Although nice at first, adm
Fred + George Weasley AnalysisFred + George Weasley Analysis6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Fred & George: A Short Character Analysis
Right, so first off I'm a big fan of the twins: both twins, not just Fred. I've always appreciated both as separate characters and I've never really understood how so many people never picked up on their differences. So I decided to do what I do best - RANT (wayhey!). Keep in mind this is just my own opinion based on what I've read in books 1-7.
In the first place it's important to know and understand the twins' differences, especially if you're writing a story that puts particular focus on them. Yes, both twins are bonkers, fun-loving, flirtatious, stubborn and lest we forget both in the possession of a razor sharp wit. The books may describe them as identical right down to the last freckle, but this doesn't mean that they are one hundred percent identical in personality - no twins are. In fact, if Fred and George were the same they wouldn't make such a good team. Fred and George are a perfect double act and in any double act you