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
Death of a Weasley George Weasley ran through the ruins of Hogwarts's entryway. The bodies of dead and injured wizard students, his friends, lay everywhere, littering the crushed and bloody blocks of stone from the thick, towering walls. People were screaming, crying, talking in low voices, and cursing, mourning their fallen family and friends.Death of a Weasley3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Now, George would have normally stopped and done whatever he could to help his fellow students, but he was looking for people far dearer to him than friends. His family was somewhere among this horrific chaos.
He dashed around a few wizards with bandages around their legs, and he somehow toppled over a very small first year. She spun for a moment, and then she fell over. George halted. The girl was crying and her brown eyes were filled with loss and abandonment. He stopped for a moment and he helped her to her feet, and he brushed off her torn Ravenclaw robes.
"Sorry love, I didn't mean to knock you off your feet!" He said, catching
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,
Fred And George- Without youFred And George- Without you3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where are you know?
Are you watching after me?
I remember those days,
when we sat together,
laughing till we cried,
never expecting to say goodbye.
Until that war,
Now I've never hurt more.
I remember all the trouble we got in,
The best days,
are hard to choose,
because I was always with you.
I guess I'm doing ok,
But thats the least I can say,
Because I'll never be the same with out you.
Just Married"And smile!" Harry said, as he pressed the release button of his digital camera.Just Married3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And honestly, she could not find a reason not to smile. Only a couple of hours ago, she had finally, finally married Ron. And, if she was honest with herself, the fact that the wedding was over, which meant that the arguments with both her mum and Molly about guest lists, dresses, and a million other things would stop, just added to her overall giddiness.
Both herself and Harry had incorporated muggle items (she in a more extended degree because she didn't want her parents to feel out of place whenever they came to visit) in their otherwise magical lifestyle, and they had even managed to get Ron and Ginny respectively to actually use said items without treating them as bombs about to explode.
So she was only mildly surprised when Harry pulled out his digital camera, during a fully magical wedding, and insisted on taking some pictures of her and Ron ("I want them for your parents Hermione! I
The Significant OutsiderI am an ordinary girlThe Significant Outsider3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who sits on the outskirts of life
With waist length straggly blond hair
And a knack for seeing the unseen
I live in a private wonderland
Aside from everyone else
I see what people can't admit
And watch as their lives unfold
I saw my best friend suffer in love
As he slipped straight through her fingers
The further he went the closer she was to giving up
Until he finally bought her back
At the wedding I saw their eyes lock
As they struggled to let go
The countless nights she cried on my shoulder
After he left to defeat You-Know-Who
Her brother struggled also
To admit his lve for another
He wandered through life oblivious to his feelings
Even when they slapped him in the face
Throughout the years they bickered and argued
To the extent of them falling for other people
All the while they still loved each other
in the basement I surveyed his every move
His eyes filled with self loathing and hate
As he was helpless to her torture and torment
He attempted to reach her thr
Percy vs. HarryPercy Jackson vs. Harry PotterPercy vs. Harry3 years ago in Humor More Like This
I stepped into the JFK airport with Ron and Hermione at either side of me. Ron shouldered his pack nervously.
"You ready?" He asked me.
"No," I answered truthfully.
I looked at Hermione; it was her idea to come here in the first place but she looked nervous.
"Remember Hermione," I said. "It was your idea to come here."
"So, you look nervous."
"I'm not nervous!"
"Sure, whatever." Ron muttered.
Hermione hit him with her carry-on bag.
"My pen-pal invited us to join her in Manhattan for the summer! Why would I be nervous?"
"Is she a muggle?" Ron asked.
Hermione went pale. "I-I don't know I never asked her, that would be an odd conversation if she was."
Then Hermione's phone rang, she had purchased it right before they had left for New York because her pen-pal had asked her, just in case she had to call her when she was away from the computer.
"Yes?" She asked. "Oh, okay, see you soon."
Hermione then shut the phone and walked briskly to
In The MirrorIn The Mirror3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe, you'll miss me.
Maybe, you'll hold me close.
These are what I want the most.
To feel your touch.
I love you.
I miss your face.
Even though, it's still here.
the mirror pains me.
It brings back my fear.
I look through the glass.
And see your face.
I can't take it anymore.
Who am I?
You or me?
What do I want to be?
I am lost,
for a face with that gentle smile,
with hair, the same as mine,
that will waste my time,
I know your gone,
but it won't be long,
till I find you in the mirror,
staring back at me..
Song of the SuicideThe thing about suicide is you don't generally wake up one day and say to yourself, "I feel like crap, I think I'll kill myself today." No, that would be silly. You don't start to think about suicide until you've had multiple days where you feel crummy, with very few good days, if any, mixed in. That'll go on for months, with no light at the end of the tunnel. Then you start thinking about your options. You push the thought of suicide out of your mind and seek help. You get medication, you seek out the support of family and/or friends. But the days are the same. You can remember how life used to be. You can remember the joy, happiness, peace, mild frustrations, a few disasters here and there of normal life. Then you begin to forget. You forget what life was like before. You can't imagine life any other way than the way it is now. Hopeless. Filled with tears and disappointment. The people around you rooting you on, encouraging you. You think you can get through it, but when nothinSong of the Suicide3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
One Final Kiss"Traitor." Barty Crouch Jr. hissed through his teeth, "Severus Snape, you're a bloody traitor." Barty tried to maneuver his face away from the end of Snape's wand without getting a stunning spell, or worse, to the face. He'd been caught red-handed while impersonating Alastor Moody and now, he was waiting for a Ministry worker to come take him back to Azkaban.One Final Kiss3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Shut up, Barty." Snape said rather loudly, then once McGonagall's back was turned he whispered, "I'm only doing as the Dark Lord told me."
Barty laughed, "Doing as he told you? Please, all you do is sit back and play the lap dog to whoever will throw you a bone. Now, He's back and you're going to die with the rest of the traitors that ran at the first sign of trouble."
Snape grabbed the front of Barty's shirt and pulled him up to face him dead-on, "I said shut up! I hope you rot alone in Azkaban!" He roared.
Barty narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to yell back at him, but McGonagall interrupted, "Severus!" She put her hands
Just One DropJust one drop,Just One Drop3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's all he asked for.
To feel the rain
Once more on his skin
And know that he
Was still alive.
Barty slipped his fingers
Through the metal bars
That covered the little window.
He couldn't reach the rain.
The hyena laughs
Of the mad and deranged
Never stop echoing
Around this god-forsaken place,
And the chill of the Dementors,
And the despair of the damned,
Hangs heavy in the air.
The cold stone wall is a comfort;
It reminds him he can still feel,
And as he lay his head against it,
He tried to remind himself why he was there:
To wait for his master to rise yet again.
But his master could not see
What Barty saw.
Barty saw the rain
Falling in sheets of brilliant silver.
Barty saw the ocean
Rising against the rock.
Barty saw no freedom
From his little cell in Azkaban.
And Barty saw no hope
Of touching the rain again.
Slender fingers strained
Against the heavy, restricting bars;
The moonlight teased
The pale and weakening skin,
And the fingers stretched farther
To try and
In Times of WarThe sky was clear that night. The stars shone brightly and the moon reflected its pale light in the water of the sea. It could be read the letters "Here lies Dobby, a free elf" craved in a rock. And she was there, sitting in the cold soft sand looking to the sky and thinking about how lucky was she to be found by Harry, Ron and Hermione. Her long blond hair waved with the breeze and the serenity of the sound of the waves bursting in the beach.In Times of War3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Suddenly, she felt some movements near the rocks. The girl pulled out her wand standing on guard. She couldn't see anything but a dark figure moving in the shadows. Although she was a little bit alarmed, she walked there trying to figure out who was there. Was it a Death Eater? Was it just a tiny animal? She deep breathed with her hand firmly around her wand.
Swiftly the body stepped forward grabbed her back, pointing a wand to her neck. She could distinguish two blue eyes watching her coldly.
'Don't say a word. Where's Potter?' he
Dementors...With a swish of black,Dementors...3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The waters turn cold,
& flowers crackle... Turn back...
These signs are what's told...
With an eery moan,
They glide o'er land...
They reap thoughts, eat souls they've sewn...
Together, you band!
Cast a spell of light!
Flee, you dark monsters!
From the light of its might
'Til the flower stirs!
With an eery moan,
They all glide away...
Back over who's souls were sewn...
Where to? None can say...
The LossThe Loss3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was crouching in the corner, hunched over, partially hidden by rather sad-looking hat holder. He was staring really hard at the junction where the two walls met with the floor. The wallpaper and the wooden baseboard of this room were in a decent enough state except these corners. Here the wallpaper peeled and revealed its stained beige underside as well as the original wall whose colour Severus guessed had not always been a sick kind of grey.
Despite never having tried it, he instinctively knew that if he pulled the wallpaper off the wall his parents would get angry. Their apartment had to be in its best condition at all times, else they would not get their deposit back, his mother would say. Severus didn't know what a deposit was or how it worked, but his mother always used it as an excuse to make him play outside, even in the cold winter days.
As far as he could figure, this mythical deposit had something to do with the landlady, Mrs. Behm. Tall and thin, with beady grey eyes that
Algo Distinto -Drarry-Algo distintoAlgo Distinto -Drarry-3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
La emoción por las festividades no era lo suyo.
Harry nunca había disfrutado algún Halloween hasta que ingresó a Hogwarts. Durante su infancia se limitaba a mirar por la ventana observando como los otros niños salían a las calles con un disfraz a pedir dulces alegremente de la mano de sus madres. Y su primo no era la excepción a la regla, vestido siempre con un colorido traje de la mano de una sonriente Petunia.
Cómo odiaba recordar esa miseria de infancia encerrado en su habitación, observando desde la ventana mientras deseaba fervientemente tener padres y poder disfrutar de la fecha como un chico normal.
Cuando entró a Hogwarts, a pesar de nunca poder cumplir su sueño; Harry disfrutaba las ostentosas cenas que el castillo le ofrecía acompañado de sus amigos, hasta ahora lo más cercano a una familia que el pelinegro había tenido.
Veela's and Quidditch"Harry Potter," I breathed, staring up at his face. "So, you didn't meet any Veela's on the Hunt for Horcruxes, I'm guessing?"Veela's and Quidditch3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Harry let out a hearty laugh, and enfolded me in his arms.
"Nope. Even if I did, none of them would be as beautiful as you." He said, gazing at me.
I felt a blush creeping up onto my cheeks. "That's not true, and you know it." I mumbled, staring at my feet.
He rolled his bright green eyes. "Don't be thick, Ginny. You're the most beautiful girl in the world to me. Nothing can change that."
I felt a smile playing around the edges of my lips. "Even Fleur?"
He smiled down at me. "Even Fleur."
I pulled him in close, and I let out a sigh of contentment as our lips met. I ran my fingers through his hair, and his hands found my waist. A part of me vaguely wondered what Ron would say- or do, if he saw us right now, but I shoved the thought out of my mind. According to Hermione, they'd been up to about the same thing, too.
Finally, when we pulled away, I grabbed his hand
D8 A Potter Scandal?D8 A Potter Scandal?7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harry had entered the great hall to be greeted in the worst way possible. All eyes, of students, professors, and Mrs. Norris, were looking directly at him. All was quiet. The Slytherins were smirking, the Griffindors looked sympathetic, and the professors looked concerned, as if they were waiting for him to explode at any moment. Harry considered turning around and going back to bed, but decided he had better figure out what was going on.
He took his usual seat near a very annoyed looking Ron, and looked across the table to see Hermione seething mad. Instead of yelling as he expected she would, she just tossed a copy of the Daily Prophet at him. Oh, so thats it what now! he thought pathetically.
Boy-Who-Lived may Fancy Boys
(Special Correspondent: Rita Skeeter)
In reviewing recent events in Harry Potters love life, we have good reason to believe that he indeed fancies blokes! He has profusely denied his involvement with the his elledgedly former gir
Fred, Don't Leave MeHermione panted as she ran down the corridor, heading towards the entrance hall. Her bag slowed her down, extremely heavy due to all the books she was carrying. She fumbled with the strap on her shoulder, desperately trying to adjust it while simultaneously looking ahead of her. She narrowly slammed into Filch as he walked past her, murmuring excitedly under his breath. She was surprised that she could hear his muttering at all when shouts erupted, coming from the end of the corridor. She took a furtive look behind her shoulder, seeing Filch enter Umbridge's office.Fred, Don't Leave Me3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Her face glowed red and her feet grew sore when she finally made it to her destination.
Her journey down the marble staircase came to an abrupt end when she saw a wall of students standing in front of her. Peering at the scene before her, she saw that the students, teachers, and ghosts creating a huge circle around the hall and Umbridge stood a few steps below her, speaking in a honey, sweet voice.
Harry Potter O.C profile.Harry Potter O.C profile.3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Okay so my first chapter, Squeeeee!!! Yeas shes the fifth marauder. U mad internet? thanks to the lovely pansyparkinsonismisunderstood for Correcting my grammar.
Name : Amber Peyton
Nickname(s): Whitepaw(marauder nickname), Amby (Sirius calls me that when hes trying to annoy me).
Age: At the start, 15.
Species: Half-blood witch
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Birthday: 11th of November
Good Habit(s):Loyalty, Bravery
Bad Habit(s):Quick tempered, Flirting
Like(s): Swishy dresses, muffins, my fellow marauders
Dislike(s): Snivellus, marmite, studying
Hobbies: Pranking, laughing, whipping Sirius arse (long-going friendly rivalry between us).
Fear(s): Sirius Whipping her arse (which happens frequently), the day lily stops doing her homework for her.
Strength(s): Im ok at practical magic.
Weakness(es): Not very intelligent, WILL NOT READ A BOOK!
Special Powers/Abilities: Magic, fox aninmagus
Talents: charms, weaselling her my out of trouble.
Beware the FerretDramione ficletBeware the Ferret3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I don't do this for any personal gain.
Taking a break from studying for her NEWTs, Hermione went for a stroll through the halls of Hogwarts. Her eyes were caught by a flash of white; an albino ferret was lolloping along beside her. She stopped to look at it, and it stood on its hind legs, looking back. "Aw, aren't you a pretty boy," Hermione cooed as she reached out and stroked its sleek fur, "Who do you belong to?"
The ferret jumped nimbly on her arm, running up to her shoulder and playing with her hair. It dived inside the neckline of her blouse, and Hermione giggled and squirmed when it stuck nose and paws inside her bra. "That tickles!"
"Draco Malfoy, I know you're around here somewhere!" Headmistress McGonagall came charging around a corner, followed by a confused-looking Goyle. "I simply cannot allow this to go on until you are properly and legally registere
NAPPY TIEMZ"Fred! George! Come here!" Molly Weasly exploded up the wooden stairs. No one came. only a two-year-old Ron whom was already sitting at the bottom of the stairs, holding a wriggling Scabbers. "Honestly, those two are going to get into loads of trouble in the future, I promise," she said as she tossed Ron's hair and waddled as fast as an eight-and-a-half-month-pregnant woman could. She swung open the light wood door and began, "Fred, George, why are there-" but cut herself off.NAPPY TIEMZ3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The two toddlers lie in one bed, fast asleep. Fred's left hand was entwined with George's right as they quietly breathed in slow unison. Their foreheads just barely touched over their locking fingers.
"Well," Molly whispered as she covered them with a light sheet, "there isn't any real reason to wake them, is there?"