The End of the LupinsOccasion: 'Beginnings and Endings' contest by HarryPotter-FanGroupThe End of the Lupins4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Setting: The Battle of Hogwarts
Word count: 1,344
Tonks raced with all her strength down the passage from the Hog's Head. Remus was here, fighting, and he would need her help. She couldn't bear to lose him, and she would fight with every fibre in her body to keep him alive. The thought of her beloved Remus lying on the ground, blood trickling from his mouth and his dear, gentle eyes staring glassily into the dark night spurred her on even faster. That could not happen. She would not let it happen. A look of steely determination filled her eyes, and her expression hardened.
She passed a lamp, and weakened slightly. She had given birth not a month ago, and she was in no fit state to be racing along like this. She winced as her lower stomach gave out a sharp pain in protest. Ignoring it, Tonks carried on at full speed. Her own weakness would not, could not stop her from getting to her husband before a
we're just run on sentencesi am camera eyes, taking snap shots of holy hemorrhages out east behind the ruins of a city full of liars and lovers and red wild flowers plastered under the noon tide sun.we're just run on sentences6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
we, yes we, are all dying and so why water the grass if it is to just wilt in the sun, why eat if we are to rot under mounds of decomposed remains of the fools before us and oh the lovers strewn out five tombstones apart and a hundred centuries of love all mushed together under the ground in healthy patterns of crucifixes and i can feel it. i really can, when i walk down long dirt roads and along narrowing mountain peaks.
dead sparrows line the windowsill on a glistening morning not far from reality and i can count the snails leeched to the ceiling and the dirt around our cuticles in mere particle displays of how we spend our time digging holes a hundred feet deep and laying our pictures of a once happy time to rest.
Always... Book 1 Chapter 3Always... Book 1 Chapter 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Headmaster," Snape matched his stride to that of Dumbledore. "Might I ask a question?"
They were on their way to the Great Hall for the start of the year feast.
"You have already asked one." He chuckled. "But, you may ask another."
"Where is the final protection for the stone?"
"It shall be revealed in time." He replied.
"Yes, sir." Snape dropped the subject. "There is something else that well, makes me uneasy." He confessed.
"What would that be, Severus?" Dumbledore looked at him, the same quizzical look on his face that he had worn earlier.
"First, why bother with all of the enchantments if there is a back door to the chamber where the stone is hidden?"
"Ah." Dumbledore smiled knowingly. "That doorway can only be opened by the headmaster. I'm not really sure why. It is one of Hogwarts' many secrets, I suppose."
"Also," Snape took a deep breath. "I must bring some suspicious behaviour to light. Professor Quirrell was acting very odd down in the chambers." He glanced at Dumbledo
Things Harry Potter Taught MeThat love conquers fear,Things Harry Potter Taught Me4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
That courage in the face of adversity is powerful.
That friends are friends, no matter their appearance,
That true love is undying.
That we all have talents that sometimes we don't see,
That bonds of friendship are stronger than any evil.
That when you lose the ones you love,
They never really leave.
That being the brainiest,
Doesn't make you the friendless one.
That being courageous,
Means you're strong.
Harry Potter taught me that I can overcome anything,
If I put a little effort in.
That happiness exceeds all dark thoughts,
And can protect me from harm.
But most of all,
Harry Potter taught me about magic.
It is real, if unseen with the naked eye.
It taught me about imagination,
"You'll stay with me?"
"Until the end."
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
Dear Mr. PotterDear Mr. Potter,Dear Mr. Potter4 years ago in Letters More Like This
First of all, I wanted to say hello to you. To you, the Boy Who Lived. To you, the Savior of the Wizarding World. To you, Harry Potter.
I began to read the series when I was five. From a young age, I was immersed in reading, and you were the first real book series I had fully loved. I looked forward to my nightly readings of Harry Potter from my father and couldn't get enough of you. I had always wanted to stay up a little longer, to read a little more, just to see what happened. "Please, Daddy, please?"
On the subject of my father, I must tell you for the sake of this letter that he can be a difficult man to get along with. He is a pleasant man at most times, but there have also been times in my life in which my father has been extremely disagreeable, to say the least.
Anyways, I've loved you from the very start. I wanted to become part of your world. I wanted the same magic you had in your life. I wanted to see the wonders you did. I wanted to have the ability to mak
ugly hearts of beautiful poets"Oh, how shattered thou hast made me;ugly hearts of beautiful poets6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
thine eyes circumvent mine,
and my archaic tongue fears thy truth so much,
it's hiding from thee in the early 1600s"
and this is the part where you say:
I'm sorry, but look on the brightside
what bright side?
I may not love you, but broken hearts create lovely words
Alice and Jasper - Chapter 16 The bell rang signaling that it was time to attend class. Edward's tense jaw clenched as he stalked towards the class where the mouth-watering Bella Swan waited unknowingly to be devoured whole by a nightmare beyond the human imagination.Alice and Jasper - Chapter 166 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His body slacked as I calmed his busy mind and stressed body, but he snarled when he look back at Alice and me. Though the vicious noise ripped up his throat, his eyes suddenly calmed and darken without my help, and he looked to Alice pleadingly.
"Alice, do you see anything?" said he barely above a whisper.
Gently leading her down the hall as she searched the nearby future, she sighed aggravated.
"Stop changing your damn mind, Edward," she growled under her breath. "The scenes continue to change between her death and your "
Her breathing labored and a smiled smeared ove
cokethere he is:coke6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the boy with the violet eyes,
walking hand in hand with the girl
who sings in cemeteries.
he wakes up just to tell strangers that they are
beautiful so they won't go home and cry.
he plays guitar and
sews music notes to his skin.
she sits beside him,
listening to the songs he says he wrote for her.
there he is:
the boy that curiosity took by hand.
the euphoria doesn't last as long anymore and
he feels poison slipping beneath his skin,
pushing his bones together until they crack open
and he bleeds and breaks into paranoia.
he knows that this is no way to live.
she watches him and remembers the days
when he still kissed her finger tips and
she's thinking about when they were young
and how they vowed never
to fall into these malignant habits.
there he is:
sitting in the mud-stricken window wiping away the
grime that's built up over the days he wasn't there for.
she watches him as he pauses,
pins the hair away from his forehead,
there he goes:
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
RoMione-Happily Ever After ch1RoMione-Happily Ever After ch14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ron and Hermione- Happily Ever After
Chapter1: Morning Sickness
Hermione rolled over in bed, feeling her husband's obvious absense. Before she could process any questions, she felt nauseous, and had no clue why. All Hermione did know was, she had something in her stomach that needed out pronto!
Sprinting to the lavatory, Hermione fell to the tile, leaned over the John, held her hair back, and hurled violently into the bowl. After a few moments of retching, and wonder how she had that much to get rid of in the first place, she vanished her mess, and brushed the horrid taste frm her mouth. Hermione didn't understand why that had suddenly happened, but deciding it wasn't important, waltsed back into the bedroom she shared with Ron and got dressed in a light pink lace and ruffle dress.
On her way out of the room, she spotted a note on the bedside table. Walking back to get it, she read, in Ron's chicken scratch:
Sorry I didn't wake you, you looked li
Neville's First KissNeville wandered the corridors of Hogwarts with one hand on his bloody nose and another on his broken wand. He wasn't quite sure where the Hospital Wing was in the dark, even though he'd been to the wing fifty times since he first started Hogwarts.Neville's First Kiss5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He sighed and saw a light beginning to walk toward him, something told him it was Malfoy. And Neville, being Neville got down on his knees and yelled; "PLEASE MERLIN SAVE ME!"
But Luna came into his view and looked at him like he was completely normal acting.
"Hello Neville." She got down on her knees next to him and cocked her head. "Did you know you're bleeding?"
"Oh- h-hi Luna yes I know I'm bloody."
"Do you want me to clean that up?"
"Uh as long as it won't hurt." Luna grabbed her wand and shook her head smiling calmly and muttering an enchantment, the blood instantly cleared away and the brown color of the bruise slowly changed into his skin tone.
Luna blinked and curiously looked at a picture of a wizard eati
Draco's Sunshine- Part 1Draco's Sunshine- Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I ran down Hogwarts corridors trying not to be late to Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class. My Slytherin robe was racing behind me along with my new ghost friend, Vladimir.
"You have exactly 7 seconds to get to class!" He yelled at me. So I hauled butt down the hall and finally made it to Snape's. I breathed out in relief and turned to Vladimir and smiled.
"Thanks..." I breathed out quietly. He waved and floated down the hall. I turn back to the classroom and saw Harry Potter's seat was taken. Darn...I really liked him too...but I turned my head a little to see a Slytherin robe. It was none other than the evil Draco Malfoy. Ugh, he was so cruel to everyone. But it was the only seat open, so I stormed towards Draco's neighbor seat and sat down, kind of like Hermione Granger does. Draco jumped and opened his mouth to speak but said nothing.
"Oh...it's you..." He said in a monotone voice. I rolled my eyes and looked to the board to see Professor Snape staring at me. Oh boy...
Her King"This has to be a dream, Ginny," Hermione sighed. She couldn't believe that the day had finally arrived, the day she would marry her king. Looking at herself in the mirror was a surreal event for her. Her hair was brushed and curled into a neat up-do and her face was powdered and there was a thin covering of color on her lips. Never before had she been so dressed up. It was hard to believe that six years ago she and Ron had helped Harry defeat the Dark Lord. It all seemed like a distant memory as she brushed some stray hairs out of her face. "How do I look?" Hermione asked nervously to her maid of honor.Her King4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Not having any sisters of her own had brought Hermione and Ginny very close over the past years. She was elated to finally be marrying into the Weasley family, now more than ever with her brand new Weasley sweater packed in her honey moon bag. It was months before Christmas, but Mrs. Weasley had made the exception to make one for Hermione as she was going to be a part of the family for
Sirius Black's dayA day in the life of Sirius BlackSirius Black's day9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Siilent Niiight! Hoooly niiight! Aaall is caalm! Aaall is briiight…"
"I will kill him," muttered a voice from behind a dark red curtain.
"Erm..." a moments silence, "...Sleeep in heavenly peeaace!"
"Not if I get there first," growled another voice from the opposite wall. The fresh light of morning was creeping into the room through the maroon curtains, lighting piles of messy clothes and highlighting the dust dancing in the air.
"Sleeeeeep in heavenly peeeeeaaaace!"
A shot of light flew between the third, previously silent, pair of curtains and the singing came to a halt with a faint choking noise, like the person responsible had been grabbed round the throat. There was a brief moment of silence, broken only by the sound of fast footsteps on the wooden floor, striking it with a dull thud in a mad and unpredictable rhythm. Then there was a ba
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
AverageOnce there was this girlAverage4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just your average girl
Who went to your average school
With your average friends
And average boys
And average school work
And every day when this average girl came home
She ran upstairs to her not so average room
To blast her not so average music
To which she would write her not so average poetry
Instead of doing her average school work
And then she would wonder about her parents
Her not so average parents
With their not so average jobs
And would, every day when they got home
Drink more than the average person should
And every day her not so average father
Would beat on her not so average mother
And then he would find this average girl
And do some not so average things to her
And this seemingly average girl
Had some not so average scars
Running up and down her average arms
Because she thought it would help ease
Her not so average pain
The pain she dealt with everyday
And every day this average girl would fall asleep
And cry her not so average tears
And have her
GoldfishAugust 12thGoldfish4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What's in the bag?"
She always looks like she's going to cry when I talk to her, like now, abnormally tiny hands shivering around the brown paper bag that she never seems to walk without. Nervously, she holds it up and traces her fingers over the sharpied on letters, as if she's reading Braille.
My Special Things.
I mutter the words to myself, nervous laughing when I realize that she's been staring at me the whole time, rubbing my neck. "Your special things?"
She nods anxiously. Her eyes are enormous for someone in their twenties, like a little girl's.
"Aha " I look at a watch that isn't there, swearing under my breath when I remember that it'd slipped into the sewer drain last night on my way home. After my car broke down. And it'd been raining.
I sigh, giving her a smile that looks a little more disconcerted then I'd hoped. She and I have been neighbors for years but quite frankly, she gives me the creeps. I think she's a little bit mental, you know, and she
I Hope the Joke Was Worth ItI hope the joke was worth all the trouble it caused. The girl you make fun of for being fat, she has an eating disorder now, she's wasting away before everyone else's eyes, and there's nothing anyone can say to help her. The loner you make fun of, the one who separates herself from everyone else. It's not a superiority complex, she was raped. She hates being around others for fear of being touched. That's why her wrists are covered in scars. The boy you pick on constantly for being gay? He's about one rude comment away from ending his life. The really smart girl, the one who you pick on of reading too much, she reads to escape. She knows that, in a book, she can escape the hell of her life, where her father abuses her, for a little while she lives the life of someone else. If you get to know a person instead of making snap judgments about them, the world of public school, and the internet, will both be better off.I Hope the Joke Was Worth It5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
If I leave.....If I leave.....5 years ago in Scraps More Like This
If I leave,
will you hate me?
If I leave,
Will you cry?
If I leave,
will you miss me?
on the day i say goodbye.
If I leave,
will you ignore me?
If I leave
will you tell how your day has been?
If I leave
will call me,
and tell me that your are still my friend?
If I leave
will support me?
If I leave
will you cheer?
If I leave,
will you want me there,
every minute I want you here?
If I leave,
will you replace me?
If I leave
will you find someone new?
If I leave
will there be no you and me?
If I leave
will there be no me and you?
If I leave
will you remind me?
If I leave
will you stay?
If I leave,
will you be here,
When i come back to stay?
Ficlet: Sweet child of mine'I can't believe it happened.'Ficlet: Sweet child of mine5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hermione sighed and smiled up at Ron, then back to the baby girl in her arms.
'Bet you aren't complaining about it, are you?' Ron chuckled, embracing her and looking at Rose.
'Well, I'll miss having her in my belly, but the last couple of months were uncomfortable.'
She turned around to lock her lips with his.
'Mmm... I could stay like this forever,' Hermione murmured contentedly, pressing her forehead against Ron's. 'Exhaustion is killing me, though.'
Ron took the baby from her arms and kissed her forehead.
'Go to sleep.'
He placed Rose as carefully as he could in the brand new cot and wrapped her in the soft blankets. When he turned round, Hermione was still standing where he had left her, twisting her hands.
'Hermione, go to sleep,' Ron said patiently, taking her firmly by the shoulders and leading her to bed.
'Yes... No, I can't!'
'Of course you can, you have to.'
'She will need me, Ron.'
'I can take care of her, can't I?'
'She will need me to feed he