Care IICare II4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Minerva must have fallen asleep because she was woken up by the sound of something glass hitting the ground.
Shooting up from the chair she grabbed her wand and looked wildly around the room. Still a bit groggy she walked across the room and stood by his bed trying to adjust to the light she cast a simple spell to reignite the fire.
Once she could see at least somewhat she began to examine him. Only to be almost knocked over when his arm shot out and tried to grab the glass of water from the side of the bed, nearly knocking over another one of the potion filled vials.
Minerva quickly caught the vial before turning to Severus.
"Severus, are you finally awake?"
Fevered black eyes stared back at him "no I'm sleeping with my eyes open, it's truly a useful skill." Minerva bristled really did he always have to be so sarcastic? It was fairly off settling.
"How are you feeling?"
Severus glared up at her "fine. Now you can go. Go back to your precious Gryffindor's surely they are lost wi
Padfoot and Prongs: Moving InPadfoot and Prongs: Moving In4 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
HP quotes No.3"I'll join you when hell freezes over." -NevilleHP quotes No.38 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
We teachers are rather good at magic, you know." - McGonagall
Harry: B..But Professer he spat at you!
"Oi! There's a war going on here!"-Harry
"I'd do your fly by hand, though," -Ron
"Wow-that's right. I forgot! I'm seventeen!"
Harry seized the wand lying bside his camp bed, pointed it at the cluttered desk where he had left his glasses and said, "Accio Glasses!" Although they were only about a foot away, there was something immensely satisfying about seeing them zoom toward him, at least until they poked him in the eye.
"Slick," snorted Ron.
Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry." -Hermione
"For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That's a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it's safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that's still likely to be the
Hp-RHr MeaningfulMeaningful.Hp-RHr Meaningful5 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
A Tale of Two Ums: Part 1 Argh! That James Potter! I swear he's trying to make me pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower. I hate him and I hate his stupid glasses and his stupid hair and his stupid cute smile...A Tale of Two Ums: Part 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Is your name Flipendo, Evans? Because you knock me off my feet."
"Your smile is like Lumos; it really lights up a room."
"You don't need Stupefy to be stunning, Evans."
"Shut up!" I screech at him. He throws a pick up line at me every time we finish a class and it drives me up the wall.
I realise that everybody is looking at me now and I suddenly remember that I'm a Prefect. I compose myself and say quietly, "Please stop that, Potter. It's very irritating."
I walk away and try to ignore the snickers of Sirius as he teases James. "Ooh, she got you, Prongs! She's beaten you with the powers of smarts and sensibility." He spits out the words like the plague and it's all I can do to not spin around and hex him into obli
Snape's EpilogueIt was the purest white he had ever seen. Blinding, almost, yet he was not squinting. In fact, he was not scowling, either. Severus Snapes trademark expression had abandoned him, leaving behind one of tranquility and content. He felt as if the overwhelming gravity that used to pound on his head, furrow his brows, and slouch his shoulders was gone. He felt light, yet stable on what was now soft, dewy grass.Snape's Epilogue9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All around him the brilliant white was fading away to reveal a small clearing in a green and luminous forest. There was no sun. Every leaf, every blade of grass, every flower petal seemed to emit its own yellow light. Severus could feel the damp blades between his bare toes, making him aware of his own nakedness. He looked down on his bare arms to find that while he was still pale, his skin had lost its usual sickly pallor. He touched his face, almost surprised to find it still there. He was still a being, still a form. He half expected to be a cloud of dust.
It was complicated
Tragic ConsolationsAnd why Severus Snape's death-scene lacks all of them.Tragic Consolations6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
For a lot of the people who read The Deathly Hallows, Snape's death was the least of their worries.
At the time, we didn't even know he was on the side of good. As we open up The Prince's Tale, we're still reeling from the deaths of Lupin, Tonks and Fred Weasley. And then, by the end of the chapter, we find out that the hero of all seven books has to sacrifice his life in order to ensure Voldemort's downfall. Does that leave room for Severus Snape?
With The Prince's Tale, we're given a strange, wistful, childhood love story a bizarre eddy in the flow of the narrative. It starts in the muggle world. It centres around characters we've never been encouraged to sympathize with in fact, it justifies the actions of two of the story's (many) villains: Severus Snape and Petunia Dursley. The action slows down, and becomes poignant achingly sad, as opposed to just unremittingly horrific. And t
HP 100 - Cupcakes2. CupcakesHP 100 - Cupcakes4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Rose loved cupcakes.
She had told him so a hundred times. When they walked through Diagon Alley before term, admiring the masterpieces of Madam Miel who ran the Candide Candies shop, during desserts at Hogwarts, and whenever they went to Honeydukes on the Hogsmeade weekends. He had listened to her politely while she raved on about the different icings, cream colours and consistency of wheat dough, but honestly couldn´t quite understand what it was that made her so crazy about them.
Today, however, he was glad that she had showered him so often with her declarations of obsession, because he didn´t have to think long on what to get her for her birthday. Being a smart and confident Ravenclaw, he hadn´t even considered buying them, because he had heard Rose lecture him often enough about the secrets of baking and of course a true gift from the heart had to be handmade. Besides, he was a good enough chef when it came to magical cooking, so it
Dear Lily,All my life,Dear Lily,5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I did it for you.
Most can lead a normal one,
But I lead two.
A blur sometimes,
where my loyalties lied.
But every night I dream,
remember the night you died.
"If you truly loved her,
then your way forward is clear."
But I was lost in the darkness,
only wanting you, my dear.
My leader, my enemy,
needs me no more.
So he left me to die,
bleeding on the floor.
And now, my darling,
My time here is finally done.
I leave the fate to this world,
in the hands of your son.
"Look at me," I whisper,
And then I drop my hand.
I close my eyes,
And move on to a better land.
And now we're here,
face to face, once again.
My love for you,
no longer a sin.
They welcome me too,
unlike back in the day.
I'm finally accepted.
I think I shall stay.
Rose and Scorpious Part 1I was running up the staircase at top speed, I only had a few minutes to get to the library. I would have made it too, if the stairs hadn't suddenly started to move. Taken completely unawares I lost balance, and would have falled all the way back down to the floor bellow, if I wasn't suddenly halted by someone, a boy by the sound of his grunt.Rose and Scorpious Part 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Unfortuantely for him my speed made him loose balance too. We both yelped as we tumbled backwards. But thankfully he had slowed me down and we only went down a few stairs.
It seemed lady luck wasn't on my side today, I ended up with my saviour on top of me. I couldn't help groaning when I saw the platinum blonde hair. Please god! Please don't let it be Scorpious Malfoy! I shut my eyes, but my fears were confirmed as he climbed off me and asked 'You ok Weasly? Sorry I tried to help but I think I only squished you in the process'
I sat up and replied 'No you did help Malfoy, thank you. I think I'm ok, your not that heavy,' I said with a grin
Sectum NihilisThis happens during the first wizarding war. Severus is nineteen and a young Death Eater. He has asked Lily for a meeting. The idea came to me while musing about another novel-length fiction of mine, "The Last Secret of Dumbledore"; hence this oneshot can be read either stand alone or as a flashback in the foresaid story. I think it is canon-compatible.Sectum Nihilis6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Severus Snape and Lily Evans and the Harry Potter universe belong to J.K.Rowling.
Rating : PG13 or T, at most.
Betaed by Dronarron.
Summer was already drawing to its end. At this late hour of the night, the wind blowing on Severus' face was cold and thick with damp. He shivered and wrapped his cloak tighter around him while gravel ground under his boots. Today had been especially strenuous. The Dark Lord was hard to please and prompt to punish. Mulciber had just experienced the might of his master's wrath. However, Severus was con
A Tale of Two Ums: Part 2 "Hey, Potter!"A Tale of Two Ums: Part 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
I groan. Not him! Not during Quidditch practice! "What do you want?"
The boy grins at me and motions for me to fly down. "Can't talk to you when you're all the way up there, can I?"
"Did you ever think that might be strategic?" I mutter. I fly down anyway. "What do you want, Black? I'm busy. We've got a match on soon."
Sirius holds up his hands with an expression of mock surprise and defensiveness. "That's no way to talk to your best friend. You'd have thought I was old Regulus."
"Regulus is younger than you."
"Doesn't act like that." Sirius stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks at me cockily. "Don't you want to know what I came for?"
"To annoy me?" I suggest. I actually do, but I can't look like I do or he'll torture me.
Sirius grins at me mysteriously and I want to punch him, but he won't tell me if I piss him off. "Come on, you know you want to know," he
Slightly DisturbedSlightly DisturbedSlightly Disturbed4 years ago in Humor More Like This
It had been Mum's idea. The therapist, that is. She thought it would help the family cope with our situation. Mainly me considering. In all honesty, going to St. Mungo's to sort out my problems was the last thing I needed. But I'd like to see you try saying no to my mother. Especially when she's as torn up as she is.
"So," the elderly man smiled as he looked at me through his smudged glasses, "how are feeling today? Better?"
I shook my head.
"No? Tell me about it."
I shook my head again, "There's nothing much to say. Not much has changed since Monday."
He crossed his legs, allowing the argyle socks to peek out from underneath his trousers. "Well, let's start with the little things then."
"Uh," I started as my mind searched for the tiny differences, "I ate some pudding last night. Made some hangover potion. Oh! I bought an owl!"
"Well, that's new."
"Named 'em Griswold. He has a tendency to bite though." I raised my hand and wiggled my fingers, displaying the man
HP 100 - See the future3. See the futureHP 100 - See the future4 years ago in Humor More Like This
With a soft swoosh a handsome brown owl landed on the Potter´s kitchen table, where breakfast was in full swing. That meant Ginny was wrestling with Lily to make her drink her milk, James threw single pieces of cornflakes at Albus, who was trying to eat his toast with bacon in dignity, while Harry tried to be as invisible as possible without invisibility cloak and to stay out of it all. He was, however, rudely interrupted in this highly difficult task by his cup of coffee being knocked over and the hot liquid splattering all over the Daily Prophet.
"James!" All thoughts of neutrality forgotten, he jumped up and pointed at his eldest son with the dripping newspaper. "How often do I have to tell you..."
But he stopped short when he saw the unfamiliar owl sitting calmly between the jam and orange juice. "Anyone expecting mail? He asked looking around.
The children shook their heads in surprise, but Ginny wiped the milk from her face and took a closer l
Here's to you, JoHere's to a book that changed the world,Here's to you, Jo8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
here's to watching the story unfurl,
Here's to the tears that were shed at the end,
Here's to the hurts that will never quite mend;
Here's to you, Jo.
Here's to the day that we read the first page,
Here's to support through life's every stage,
Here's to seeing the final chapter closed,
Here's to secrets and lies at last exposed;
Here's to you, Jo.
Here's to something that brought us together,
Here's to a legacy lasting forever,
Here's to having to say goodbye,
And here's to memories that will never die;
Here's to you, Jo.
aloneDo you know what it feels like to be alone?alone6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When every day you know you're going to be sad,
you know you're going to cry.
To walk through the halls,
but not be seen.
It's like you weren't even born.
When you talk,
no one hears you.
When you cry,
no one cares.
So, you just sit by yourself all day,
and cry, as the world just walks past you.
Do you know what that's like?
To live every day,
feeling as if no one cares.
To be alone,
like you always knew you would.
When will this end?
I can't bear to be alone anymore.
© jimmy just
HP 100 - Kittens6. KittensHP 100 - Kittens4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Once upon a time there lived three sisters. All were exceptionally fair, yet very different in their appearances. The first had hair as black as ebony and haughty, heavily lidded eyes. The second had hair as pale as snow and eyes, cold as the moon. The third had hair as brown as a doe and the same warm eyes. They had everything they could wish for, yet they seldom were satisfied. Their house was built of marble, their clothes were made of silk and they drank and ate from cups and plates made of gold.
Christmas was nearing and each sister had wished for something equally impossible. The eldest sister wanted a crystal-palace for her dolls, the middle sister a pair of glass slippers and the youngest a golden ball.
Their parents decided to give each sister the same, simple gift, lest they would envy each other. And so it came that the three sisters looked upon a pair of curious eyes when they opened their gifts under the Christmas tree, for they had all received a little
AloneIn her room, there isAlone7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No such thing as popularity
As homework or grades
Or Ivy League schools.
Boys are just boys
And beauty means nothing.
In her room, there is
And she feels like she
A childhood in seven booksNearly eleven years ago, a little girl hung on her sister's arm, begging to be included in her game. Eventually one of her friends humoured me with the memorable role of "the old woman who lives in the chamber of secrets." It's not a great start to a relationship, but it was a beginning.A childhood in seven books5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A few months later I came home for the first time. Hogwarts with it's ceiling like the night sky , its singing suits of armour and high pointed towers came alive for me as no place on paper has ever done before or since. And in it lived the friends I had never had, the small intelligent girl with bushy hair like mine, the red haired boy who stared and laughed at her and who would one day show us the true power of friendship, and Harry; brave, funny, always fighting to do the right thing.
As they grew and changed and learned to love- I grew with them, shooting up like a star, filled with magic. But I always knew they would beat me to the adult world.
When I was twelve years old, I watched harry grow up,
Living WillTo save the life of the woman he loved,Living Will4 years ago in Drama More Like This
That man sacrificed his own life.
To save the life of the woman I love,
I sacrifice the lives of others.
I used to despise the way things were. Back then, I thought the worst thing that could happen was living with her hatred, or worse, her indifference. But I was wrong.
This is much, much worse.
The man I hated, the man she married, has traded his life for a place in her heart which she will never forsake. By sacrificing himself, he has achieved in death what he never could in life.
I never thought I could hate him more.
Lily is looking up at me now, eager to share her agony. She slides her hands over my arms, her thumb brushes over my Mark and sends a thrill through my body that makes me feel even more wretched then I already do. Even looking as broken and innocent as she does, I know very well she's doing this on purpose. She knows very well the part I playedthe prophecyand now
She's lying on the floor, her bloo
HP 100 - Don't move11. Don´t moveHP 100 - Don't move4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"...You called me back for this, to tell me that Harry Potter has escaped again? Draco, give Rowle another taste of our displeasure...do it, or feel my wrath yourself!"(Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, page 145)
Terror spread through Draco like ice, leaving him frozen to the spot. He couldn´t have moved, let alone spoken, even if he had tried. After a few seconds of silence, which was only broken by Rowle´s erratic breathing and the hissing of the flames, the Dark Lord turned and fixed his attention on the pale boy, momentarily forgetting about the man he had been torturing.
"Do you need some persuasion then?" His voice was drowned by the crackling fire and the blood pressing against Draco´s eardrums. But even so he had come to learn what that look meant.
He tried to say something, even tried to raise his wand and do what was expected of him, but his lips had become dry parchment and his hand a heavy stone. The Dark Lord came closer
AcceptanceAcceptance4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
October, 31, 2005
Severus didn´t want a child.
And yet...here it was...
He approached the cradle with featherlight footsteps. It was a simple but elegant piece of furniture, made of heavy dark oak wood, an heirloom of Evelyn´s family, that her mother had insisted on giving them. A wealth of delicate white and blue covers and a veil of rich Irish lace protected it´s tiny occupant from the late October chill.
Severus´long fingers drew back the covers to reveal the child to his sleep deprived eyes. A child who was no more than an hour old. A child that wasn´t expected. A mistake that shouldn´t have happened, as far as his father had been concerned.
Severus didn´t want a child...
Most people take parental instinct for granted...They imagine it´s only natural for parents to love their children. It simply happened. Severus knew better...In fact he knew from experience that it just wasn´t that simple...Nowhere near that simple...
And that was preci
Severus and Lily: part1Severus and Lily...Always. PART 1Severus and Lily: part18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Please note: if you havent read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and dont want any spoilers, DONT READ ANY FURTHER! Ok great, now that thats out of the way, here is my attempt at a Lily/Severus Fan-Fic the beginning part isnt great, but just bear with it, I needed to introduce a setting/scene and all it gets better as you go.. (p.s. Severus Snape rox my sox !!!!
Severus sat alone in the grounds near the lake. He was leaning against a tree, surrounded by mounds of library books, and appears at first glance to be writing something, but as Lily approaches she realizes that his hand is still on the parchment and is staring absently out over the water.
Hey, Sev. Severus broke out of his daydream and smiled up at Lily.
Hey, Lily. She sat down and glanced at the pile of now abandoned parchment. Studying hard? she asked.
I should be, I havent been paying
HP 100 - Dying12. DyingHP 100 - Dying4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Neville sat in the old drawing room and studied the photograph in his hands. It showed him and his grandmother in front of the very house he was sitting in which was a miracle to him right now, because he felt as detached from that memory as if it had taken place a thousand years ago. The picture had been taken after his first at Hogwarts. It had been the first time that his grandmother had told him how proud she was of him, for being sorted into Gryffindor and even more for gaining points for his house at the end of the year and thus reclaiming the house cup from Slytherin. She had made him put on his school uniform so she could place the photo right next to that of his parents in their Gryffindor clothes, which hung on the kitchen wall.
He was smiling and waving happily out of the picture at himself, only he remembered too well how quickly that smile had faded afterwards. If only grandma hadn´t said those dreadful words, he thought.
"Well done, my