Just Married"And smile!" Harry said, as he pressed the release button of his digital camera.Just Married4 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
Taking Spinner's EndA fic about young Severus Snape and his mother EileenTaking Spinner's End4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Warnings: Implied violence
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I merely play around in it for fun.
"Oh, Tobias, no." Eileen Prince pulled her old, pilly gray cardigan closer around her, as if it could shield her from what her husband was telling her. The small, windowless kitchen seemed even gloomier.
"Little ponce thinks he can talk to me like that? I don't care if he's the boss' son. I told him where he can get off." Tobias was unemployed again. The man was just constitutionally unable to hold his tongue, even when doing so would be in his best interest. He sat on a rickety chair and unlaced his work boots, working hard to focus his eyes. Of course, he hadn't come home straightaway after being sacked. He had to stop at a pub first and down a few shots. That was his way.
Eileen's thick brows drew together as she fretted. The water heater wanted fixing. The roof was l
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.Distracted4 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 Weasley4 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
Percy vs. HarryPercy Jackson vs. Harry PotterPercy vs. Harry4 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
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 Suicide4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Dementors...With a swish of black,Dementors...4 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...
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 Kiss4 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
7 - HeavenTheme Seven: Heaven7 - Heaven4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Tonight was the night of the annual Halloween ball held at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All of the students had been looking forward to this night since before the school year even began. They had carefully selected the costumes they wanted to wear for the occasion. The only requirement for the ball was that everyone had to be masked. Some of the students wanted to go the extra mile and use glamor charms on themselves so they wouldn't be easily recognized.
That's exactly what he did that night. As he looked into the mirror in his room, Draco Malfoy charmed his usually blonde hair to be a dark, chocolate brown. He almost didn't recognize himself. He had chosen to wear a 'Phantom of the Opera' inspired costume.
After Voldemort was defeated by Harry Potter and his father was locked away in Azkaban, Draco and his mother finally got to enjoy life. One day, they had decided to journey into muggle London and a whole new world was opened up to Draco. Watching
The SortingThe slight, read-headed girl tugged on a friendship bracelet around her wrist. Her cousin, Rose Weasley, has made it for her over the summer. It was scarlet and gold, the colors of her preferred house: Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart. It was and exhilarating image; she imagined herself with a sword in one hand, a wand in the other, battling a fearsome dragon.The Sorting4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of course, she had always imagined that she would be sorted into Gryffindor. Her parents, grandparents, and all of her aunts and uncles had been. Even her teasing, irritating oldest brother bore the lion crest on his school robes. But she had begun to doubt this certainty when her elder brother Albus had been sorted into Slytherin two years previously.
"What if I'm in Slytherin?," she whispered to herself, remembering Uncle Ron's words as Albus and Rose had left for Hogwarts: "If you're not in Gryffindor, we'll disinherit you." He couldn't really mean that.
She was roused abruptly from her reverie by a the squ
#lovewins. [wanda maximoff]#lovewins. [wanda maximoff]5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You hear Wanda scream from the room next to you.
Pietro and you look up from your video game, and in a split second, you've both communicated wordlessly. Both you and Pietro sprint (obviously the male Maximoff gets there first,) to the room next door, Pietro bursting the door down for both of you to enter.
"Wanda!" You shout. "What's wrong-"
You're cut off by a kiss, Wanda's arms wrapping around your neck. Pietro mutters a "holyshit, ifyoujustwanttomakeoutdon'traiseacommotion!" in speed talk and runs back out, leaving the two of you alone.
"They did it, (Name)!" She's sobbing openly, forehead pressed against yours. You cup her cheeks, pressing kisses to her tears.
"Don't cry, c'mon Wanda. Now, who did what?"
"The American Congress."
You blink. "Congress? They did something good?"
Wanda chuckles. "(Name)... they passed same-sex marriage as a basic human right."
You let her words sink in, a
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,
The Lord of the Rings AlphabetThe Lord of the Rings Alphabet10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Disclaimer thing: No, Lord of the Rings doesn't belong to me, but it was nice of you to ask. It belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien, Chris Tolkien and…Affiliates. So there.
Author's Note: During the making of this glorious poem, I was without my books and I couldn't remember anything that began with K, Q, or X, so I left them empty for the time, obviously ruining the continuity later. However, these three terrific letters are put in at the end of the poem simply because I couldn't stand to see them left out in the cold. I even had them rhyme! Yay!
May you please enjoy very well!
A is for Aragorn, so soon to be king.
B is for Bilbo, who found the One Ring.
C is for Caradhras, a snowy mountainous wall.
D is for Dunedain, Aragorn's kin, proud and tall.
E is for Eowyn, beautiful maiden with blade.
F is for Frodo, a perilous journey he made.
G is for Gandalf, a wizard wise and brave.
H is for Haldir: in the movie, meets his grave. *sob*
Darling (Natasha Romanoff X Reader)Darling (Natasha Romanoff X Reader)6 months ago in Romance More Like This
Author’s Note: Takes place during The Avengers: Age of Ultron (but pretending that Nat's hair is like it is in Iron Man 2 because I LOVE HER WITH LONG HAIR SO MUCH)! Reader is staying with Laura and her kids on the Barton farm, and the reader is also an Avenger. Hope you guys like this!! Sorry it’s not the best! </3
You were reading a book, one of the few things you could do while on bed rest since the Barton household didn’t have Wi-Fi, when you heard it.
Cooper and Lila’s shrieks.
Immediately your training kicked in, and you struggled to lift yourself out of bed to go help them.
“They’re fine.” Natasha murmured, placing a hand on your chest to stop you from getting up.
“Nat?” You asked in confusion. “What are you doing here? How did you even get in without me hearing you?”
“The team needs to lay low for a while.” She said simply, before smirking and leaning down, pressing her lips to yours in a bri
The Significant OutsiderI am an ordinary girlThe Significant Outsider4 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
Just One DropJust one drop,Just One Drop4 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
By My Side: TBWL+TVGBy My Side: TBWL+TVG4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Boy Who Lived.
People say he was brought up in the muggle world. They say he knew nothing of his heritage and what he had done.
They also say that from the moment he was placed on the doorstep of his relatives house, a girl the same age as him, never left his side.
And even more people say that Harry Potter then went on to fall in love with this girl.
But what do they know?
Of course, most of they said was true. Harry Potter had no recollection of his amazing feat. Nor did he know that he was exceptionally extraordinary. And so was Hayley Potter.
They were magical.
A wizard and a witch. And they were to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
And that wasn't the biggest shock.
Harry and Hayley had believed for ten years that they were siblings. Family.
Hayley Potter was not, in fact, a Potter at all.
It was a shock at first. Neither wanted to believe it. They looked like twins whether they were blood related or not.
The pair spent two years in denial of the
Death Prisioner (Creepypasta... o intento de ello)Davet Sprenger era un chico de 23 años como cualquier otro, puede que con un nombre un tanto extraño, pero teniendo en cuenta que el joven era holandés, no era algo poco común allí. Pero desde hace un tiempo se le ha dado por muerto, ya que nadie más lo volvió a ver. La conclusión que sacó la gente fue que este murió en un extraño incendio de origen desconocido que había ocurrido en su celda, en la cárcel.Death Prisioner (Creepypasta... o intento de ello)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Pero, ¿cuál es su verdadera historia? Es algo que nadie sabe. O mejor dicho, casi nadie.
Como ya dije, Davet era un joven holandés como cualquier otro. Tenía un hermano 5 años menor que él, Chirstiaan, aunque la diferencia de edad no evitaba que fuera difícil confundirlos.
Ambos tenían el pelo de un castaño oscuro que casi se podía confundir con negro, además de poseer unos ojos con un color semejante al de la plata brillante. Las pocas diferencias que se podía
Hannah Abbott's Sorting CeremonyThe Sorting Hat had finished his song and Professor McGonagall was explaining that the only thing they had to do to be sorted was to sit on the stool and try the hat. Hannah Abbott looked around the Great Hall and saw the huge number of students that would see her being sorted. She was nervous. Besides, due to her surname she was sure she would be one of the first to be called, if not the first. She often was, but she had never got used to it.Hannah Abbott's Sorting Ceremony4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Professor McGonagall unrolled the parchment she was holding on her hand and called:
There it was, Hannah thought she would be the first to be sorted.
Hannah Abbott walked nervously between the tables full of older students. She could feel her legs shaking. When she finally reached the stool she sat and felt the hat being put on her head by Professor McGonagall, and then, she felt it slip to her nose.
"Hmm nervous I see very nervous " the Hat said in a whisper.
Hannah felt more nervous now that the hat was
A Boy Named Draco MalfoyA Boy Named Draco Malfoy5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Boy Named Draco Malfoy
The Great Hall was once again full of students, happily chatting away with their classmates whom they hadn't seen over the summer holiday. The floating candles overhead were lit, brightening the hall, and the enchanted ceiling showed a beautiful moon shyly hiding behind the clouds. The teachers were all seated on the long table on the platform in front, with Minerva McGonagall seated on the majestic chair in the middle.
The headmistress waited patiently for the new set of first years to arrive. At the moment, her deputy was orienting them about the sorting, and would probably enter any moment. And they did enter a few moments later. The magnificent doors of the Great Hall opened, and her deputy walked in with fresh, new and little faces, ready to be taught and trained the magical abilities they possessed. They stood before the professors and the seat for them in front.
McGonagall watched as her deputy raised the scroll of parchment about shoulder level. "When I
BedspreadBedspread4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lissy tiptoed through the halls, her runners long since worn free of tread silent on the stone floor. If she was caught here she'd be in so much trouble! Ravenclaw Tower sat on the opposite end of the tower, what was she doing here again?
Oh right, the twins had invited her to their common room. They seemed to think it would be a grand prank to bring her in, seeing how long it took for people to notice the lone eagle in the lion's den, and at the time, Lissy had agreed. Now though, nervousness coursed through her veins like ice water.
She finally reached a large portrait of a woman in a large fluffy pink dress. The Fat Lady, the twins had told her earlier. The woman looked her over, Lissy following her gaze. She wore worn jeans, runners, a muggle band t-shirt and a huge sweater. Her usual ensemble completed by her hair pulled into a braid which trailed down her spine.
"Well?" Lissy repeated, her voice a nervous squeak. Then she remembered the p
our last goodbyeThe day was bright. Warm. The sunlight reflecting off of the pool of water was that of the middle of summer. The water shone like glass, holding a perfect reflection of the weeping willow that hung over the water, barely touching the surface. Insects buzzed through the air, bees flitting from flower to flower amidst the newborn butterflies that had just burst from their cocoons.our last goodbye4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But somehow, the beauty was lost on him.
Severus walked slowly, hands shoved deep in his pockets. He was dressed more warmly then the day called for, his skin prickling uncomfortably under the heavy fabric of his dark sweater. His skin was nearly white apart from the dark, shadowy circles that were hung beneath his eyes. His hair was greasy and overgrown, like a flowering plant who had no one to tend to it, so had grown awkwardly and messily.
He was walking as a young man, a few years out of school, with the potential of a fine wizard. Although away from this peaceful place hidden within the muggle world, there
Just The Way You AreJust The Way You Are10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: I don't own it.
Inuyasha sat among the leaves of the Go Shimboku, an expression on his face that a fearless person would describe as a pout.
Where was she, anyway?
She was damn lucky he hadn't gone to get her yet. She'd promised to come back earlier than this. What the hell was going on? Didn't she know they had to get going? Four days was more than enough time to get her 'geometry' done.
Growling, Inuyasha jumped from the tree, landing gracefully before walking to the mouth of the Bone Eater's Well. He was going to tell her, for the last time, that there were more important things than her stupid school. Well, maybe he'd try to put it nicer, if he didn't want to get sat. He knew Kagome's schoolwork was important to her; he just couldn't fathom why.
Jumping into the well, he waited impatiently to land on the other side, 500 years in the future. He didn't have to see to know he'd arrived. The smells of Tokyo assaulted his sensitive nose as he walked from the we