Torture from a wandTorture from a wand3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pain. Cursing through me like hot wired splinters. My forearm burned as Bellatrix's wand carved letters deep into my skin. I could feel blood trickling down my arm like a warm, smooth river. I screamed out all the air that I had in my lungs. This had to be what true suffering felt like. As Bellatrix's wand stabbed my arm again, I felt a sense of lonliness and discreet death. I pictured Ron's face and kept my thoughts fixated on him. His flaming red hair. His stupid yet sweet and protective personality. His eyes that always sent me into a loving trance. I screamed as loud as I could. Hoping and praying that he would follow my voice. Each letter that was cut seemed to burn forever, until there was a small numbing sting left behind. After what seemed like an eternity of torture, Bellatrix gave out a loud wail of joy, as though she was impressed with her work. My stomach gave a sickened jolt. I watched drowsily as Bellatrix practically danced over to where Wormtail watched happily admiring
Always... Book 1 Chapter 3Always... Book 1 Chapter 33 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
Have to believe...Have to believe...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it happened to you
to experience real emotions
for something fake?
Have you felt the goose bumps,
the heart beat faster,
lacrimal glands become active?
When you read the Harry Potter books,
watch movies, or even,
simply, think about?
Have you heard the desire
to pierce your skin
to enter as a pure spirit
in an ideal world?
Personally, in these cases,
I appeal to a dreamy voice.
I hear her distinctly,
She says what I need to hear:
« Don't worry,
you're just as sane as I am! »
Then I think of you, us,
the small community of this page
the largest of all the pages,
that, sooner or later, for one reason or another,
meet and intersect.
I think of all role-players,
forums, the new world of Pottermore,
friends that in their classroom,
or at the bar, or sitting on a bench,
says in their speeches
phrases like: « How is great when Sirius:
"Come out, come out Peeeter"! »
And yet, all fanart,
the fanfiction, the cosplayers.
Virtual interactions, hypothetical conversations,
Gems of Black and of GreenGems of Black and of Green3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
STOP! Before you read on I suggest you go listen to: "The bravest man I ever knew" by Ministry of Magic, "Snape Vs. Snape" by Ministry of Magic, and "Lily" by Ministry of magic. I believe they set the mood for the story because they were what I was listening to while writing this fic. Plus they are wonderful songs even if they are a little to up beat for this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, because if I did Severus would have died in the arms of someone who loved him.
She hovered over her body watching as a stone man crumbled.
Really she shouldn't care, he had called her a mud-blood, it had been years since then. But it still stung, still made her so angry, and she could still feel her wounded pride. She still was angry at him; unfinished business and all that maybe she wanted to punch him. Perhaps that was why she hadn't passed on yet.
Then again she doubted he was the reason. No, it had everything to do with the screaming baby in the crib behind the sobbing ma
It's Not Over Yet-Chapter OneIt's Not Over Yet-Chapter One3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hi, everyone! This is my new Neville-Luna fanfic, Harry Potter related, of course. This beautiful chapter image is by :iconglitzychi: who is just an amazing artist. The picture is of Luna. I'd love if you could leave me a review and let me know what you think. Next chapter is coming soon!
It's Not Over Yet-Chapter One: The Aftermath
I stood next to my best friend, Ginny Weasley, and we stared at the ruins of our school and the place I thought of as home. Hogwarts was still standing, but much of it was in rubble due to the Battle of Hogwarts, as people were already calling it. Ginny's shoulders were shaking, her slender form wracked with silent sobs. She had lost her older brother Fred earlier today, or tonight, or whenever it was. Many people had lost someone close to them, and were sad, me included. Classmates, former teachers, people whom I had laughed with and fought side by side with
Hermione's Web, Part 15Hermione's Web, Part 153 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I make no money from this.
The rest of the day could only be endured. It wasn't just the Slytherin girls, now. Some of the Ravenclaws had started calling Hermione unpleasant names. A boy from Hufflepuff asked her if it was true that she would have a go with any boy that asked. Hermione did her best to retain her dignity, but after a seventh-year Gryffindor whispered a nasty request in her ear, she retreated to Moaning Myrtle's lavatory to hide her tears. She didn't even mind the presence of the usually irritating ghost. At least Myrtle understood what it was like to be unfairly persecuted.
The school year was almost done. Hermione was sure that people would forget over the summer. She wouldn't be like the girl a couple of years ago who, after rumors about her supposed promiscuity spread like wildfire, transferred to Beauxbatons. Hogwarts was her second home, and she would not let herself be driven from it.
CareCare3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Severus woke up with a groan.
His head was pounding. His whole body ached. He was sure he had some bruising along his ribs if they weren't broken, and he was almost sure they were and he couldn't fix it because of his lack of knowledge in healing.
The only way to know for sure is with a visit to Poppy and the witch hadn't wanted anything to do with him in months, going as far as to tell him not to come to the hospital wing unless he was bleeding to death. Or to not even come then.
He could not go to see her.
Sighing he pushed himself up slowly, only to be greeted with a wave of dizziness, and a jolt in his stomach that had him nearly tripping over his own feet to get to the lavatory.
Five minutes later he emerged pale and sweating, his thin white shirt was soaked through and his hair was in complete disarray, more so then normal.
It was settled he was sick.
Sitting on the edge of his bed he laid his head in his hands he was tempted to not leave his chambers at all
Loyal, Impulsive...MaraudersSecond YearLoyal, Impulsive...Marauders3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Sirius! Peter! I've got it!" James hissed excitedly, dropping a large book on the table where they had spread out their homework.
"I've figured out why Remus keeps disappearing!"
Peter looked confused. "His mum has some long-lasting illness, doesn't she?"
"Peter, don't you find it odd that Remus' mum gets deathly ill exactly once a month?"
"Yeah. And he disappears for two days and comes back looking like he was in a fight with one of Hagrid's monsters."
"More like all of them," Sirius said, now interested. "And keep your voice down, Madam Pince is dying to throw me out of here."
"Right, so I got this bizarre hunch, and I checked the lunar calendar against the days that he's missed. He's always gone on the full moon!"
It took a moment for that to sink in, and Sirius' eyes grew huge, filled with excitement . "No... there's no way "
Glass Eyed GirlsThere she was, heading down the hall in all her radiant glory. Her wine red hair cascading down her back in a delicious contrast with the black school cloak that bellowed in her wake. She wasGlass Eyed Girls3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
...ruined by Sirius' giant, impatient face now glaring at him.
"Err, yeh, mate?"
"Stop staring after Evans and concentrate."
"Concentrate on the rate your massive ego is inflating as you duel the armoury?"
Sirius clapped his lanky friend on the shoulder, causing James to start a little. He adjusted his glasses and leant back against the wall.
"Why is she so lovely, Pads?" He asked, wistfully.
Sirius tried not to look uninterested as he jabbed the sword around in practise. The sword he had stolen from Defence Against the Dark Arts earlier that day.
"Because you have rose-tinted glasses and you can't see past those dazzling assets?"
"My glasses aren't tinted."
"It's a figure of speech, apparently. Moony taught me."
"Right. Well, anyway, Evans does posses
Dear DiaryDear Diary2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm Harry Potter. In the magical world I'm a "celebrity" for something I do not remember, but wh am I? A name in a story or an image in a semblance of truth and also be looking for light to our despair world and "me" in all this? I do not know what I want, darkness Light I don't know, I just want to live! For the moment I survive in this world I'm still connected to my chains but someone can release me? A man, a child, anyone, do it, I can't breathe, I feel that my days are numbered. Why? Because of a stupid prophecy that sealed my fate and gnawing inside me long ago, and I think someone waiting outside just to help me, giving me some hope! This will be a liberating breath, or a wind murderer, who has just scratching my last drop of blood. I am here at Hogwarts in the dark of my room to write my thoughts, my feelings, my blind eye to a future corrupted by the Death Eaters and the Ministry to wonder if one day I will have the right to an uncertain happiness
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.
Always... Book 1 Chapter 4Always... Book 1 Chapter 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Surprisingly enough, Snape didn't think about the Potter boy for several days. He completely immersed himself in leading potions classes especially since his N.E.W.T students had only passed their O.W.L.s by the skin of their noses the previous year.
"Potion-making is not a game." He said silkily. He pulled out a very battered copy of Advanced Potion Making by Libatius Borage. "Today," he began, letting the book fall open in his hand. "Today you will be making a draught of Hiccoughing Solution, to induce hiccoughing. The ingredients can be found on page 126." There was a moment of silence. "Well? Get a move on!" He snapped. The class leapt into action.
This class was ridiculously small they all fit around one table. While this did make it easier to observe the class, the Potions Master was still disappointed that so few people chose to extend their potions knowledge beyond the intermediate level.
Why, when he was a student, there had been many more people that had
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
Always... Book 1 Chapter 7Always... Book 1 Chapter 73 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Almost over night, the weather took a sharp turn for the worst. It wasn't cold enough for snow to fall, but it was certainly on the right track. The castle got colder, and the dungeons felt like deep freezers. Students had been running through the halls in large groups, huddling to keep warm despite their thick winter cloaks and scarves.
Almost a week had passed since Snape stopped Quirrell, but the Defense Against the Darks Arts teacher seemed to be going out of his way to avoid Snape. However, Severus had a much more pressing matter to attend to. His leg wasn't healing quite right, and he was starting to become concerned. As it was Dumbledore's wish to keep the staff ignorant of Quirrell's actions, lest Quirrell himself become suspicious and try to escape, Snape had avoided going to Madame Pomfrey to have his leg healed.
He pulled down an old copy of Healing and Restorative Draughts by Medicus Tedavi, and began to leaf through the worn pages. He finally managed to find the All
The Thirteen Ghosts Chapter TwoChapter Two: Babysitting for the livingThe Thirteen Ghosts Chapter Two2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I have mentioned my favorite part of the house haven't I? Yes, the basement.
It didn't take too much insisting on my part to finally let me move my room beside the door to the basement. Mom and Dad agreed without glancing at me and at each other. I got used to it. They were always like that. Pretending like the other didn't exist, like their youngest child didn't exist.
I flung the backpack from my shoulder to my bed and raced to the basement. What I saw there shocked me to the core.
Mikki Marsh was sitting, cross-legged in the middle of the basement floor with her eyes closed. She opened her right eye just a peek and acknowledged my presence with a nod. Like I said, we were never really close. I might be harboring a crush on her twin but seeing that she annoyed the hell out of me ever since the first day of school, I guess possessing the same beautiful face was not enough for me to pay heed to Mara's sister. I furrowed my brows and sh
Today's Forecast ::PruCan?::It was sprinkling, a light drizzle of rain that seemed to make the graying blue sky all the more spectacular. It seemed to make the flowers worth more than they really were, like today was going to be a good day and the whole world was out to celebrate.Today's Forecast ::PruCan?::4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Gilbert really thought that, he really did. He always loved that kind of weather because that's when Lady Luck is always by his side, making sure he's okay. The day when he landed his dream job, it was a slight drizzle. The day when he witnessed his baby brother proposing to Feliciano, it was sprinkling. The day when Roderich slipped into a puddle it wasn't sprinkling, but he always liked that memory.
Goddammit, everything was going fine. Everything was going dandy.
Then he saw her. Holding hands with another man as the happy couple strolled down the street. He watched from his window seat in the café, watched as she pointed to that dress she always wanted. You know, the pretty purple one that Gilbert ne
Hate Doesn't Describe UsHate Doesn't Describe Us3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The meeting room was incredibly noisy, per usual. England arguing with a laughing America while threatening to severely injure France. Spain trying to embrace an angered and flustered Romano. Russia thoroughly frightening Lithuania, Estonia and Latvia. As much as all this annoyed Canada, he honestly wished he could be part of all the chaos. Instead, he was ignored. Nothing new there.
Sighing, he made his way over to his designated seat and sat down. He rested his chin in the palm of his hand, observing all the other nations. His eyes scanned the area, but paused when they rested on one certain man.
Prussia was currently in an obviously heated conversation with Hungary, Germany behind him, trying to calm him down. Canada stared at the white haired man, silently willing him to take notice that he was there. It was no use though. Prussia was far too distracted at the moment.
After everyone had finally calmed down, America began the meeting, listing off his idiotic ideas. England disagreed
Wee, Moony, Wee!...,Wee, Moony, Wee!3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wee, Moony, Wee!
(A birthday poem to Moony Moony)
Wee, Moony, Wee, your birthday is near to come!
Everyone will give you presents they'll proudly make with their hands! (LOL)
Wormtail's gonna spin the wheel
Running very fast with his tail upright on the steel
And then he'll tell a joke, "a knock knock" joke, that will get all the thrill!
But after the "cricket" sound and the "dead air" time
We're gonna kick our asses laughing out very loud!
Padfoot's gonna make a fur ball from his own
Though that goes for a cat, but still his fur's so widely grown
And Moony loves cats, so that problem is already solved.
And Pad will also make a fan fiction with our Prof as the star
Though I'm not really sure who'd be his pair
This time, would he end up with a Veela from afar?
BUT NO MATTER WHAT PRESENT WILL ONE OF US GIVE
THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IS THIS DAY TO CELEBRATE WITH OUR DEAR FRIEND
MOONY'S THE ONE WHO STARTED THIS "MARAUDERS" THING
(THOUGH I'M NOT REALLY SURE, I'LL HAVE TO ASK THEM FIRST
The SnatchersThe Snatchers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ron Weasley sat on an old creaky stool at the back of the leaky cauldron absorbed in his thoughts. How could he have left her? How could he have kept on walking away from her pleading screams? She must hate him. He hates himself. Leaving Harry and Hermione behind to die. He couldn't face going back home. Facing them. Too many questions. What hurt most is the thought of facing his little sister, and telling her that he didn't know whether the love of her life was dead or not. How he had abandoned his best friend. He could see Ginny's face clearly, the tears welling up in her chocolate brown eyes, spilling uncontrollably. That would be too much to bear. He and his older brothers (apart from poncy Percy, git) had taught her not to cry, no matter how bad things got, but when it came to Harry, tears are unstoppable. Hermione. His toughts drifted back to her. Her bushy brown hair. Beautiful brown eyes. Bossy, know-it-all voice. Everything about her screamed perfection. Even if perfection can
Anonymous - Lucius x GilderoyAnonymous - Lucius x Gilderoy3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The past few months had been a haze; people had filtered in and out of his room with recognisable smiles, but the memory of their faces was a blur. He couldn't even remember how he had gotten to be in the white washed room. Any form of mirror had been avoided, so the man didn't even know what he looked like. With a large amount of effort he turned over, focusing on the rectangular photo frame which was on the bed-sit beside him. It had a moving picture of a young man, handsome, riding some kind of broom like in a fairytale who was clad in royal blue robes which were decorated by a proud raven. Written in the corner was "I brought this to help you remember LM", and even with that the picture made no sense. He wondered for a moment if that could have been him: but how could someone so proud end up in a place so terrible - and so he had assumed that the man photographed was this allusive 'LM'.
He was forced out of his momentary lapse and pushed back into the real wor
I Just Want to SleepRemus just wants to sleep but Sirius won't let himI Just Want to Sleep2 years ago in Humor More Like This
Word Count: 512
Remus groaned and pulled his covers over his head in an attempt to drown out whoever was calling his name. Because of the full moon, he'd fallen slightly behind on his homework and had stayed up last night to finish an essay. It wasn't until half past three when he finally crawled into bed. Thank Merlin for weekends.
"Mooooony!" the voice called again, this time muffled ever so slightly. On top of the annoying yelling, the person was now tugging at the foot of his blankets, most likely trying to uncover him. "It's time to wake up."
"Go away, Sirius," he said just before his blankets were flung away, exposing him to the cold air of the dorm room. "Who left the bloody window open?"
Sirius looked over his shoulder to said window and then shrugged. "Probably Prongs," he answered and covered Remus up, but only to the waist. "Now, no more sleeping. It's time for breakfast and you nee
Dark LinkXLink ATILFI don't own the characters or lyrics used in this songfic you are about to read.Dark LinkXLink ATILF4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I'm actually kind of proud of how this came out. For those who are interested in maybe listening to the song while they read or before they read, there's a link to a video you can listen to in the Author's Note.
Dark LinkXLink All That I'm Living For by Evanescence
This is BoyXBoy love... don't like.. don't read.
All that I'm living for
all that I'm dying for
all that I can't ignore alone at night
Link walked through the forest silently. He was hunting for something.... though he wasn't exactly sure what it was... he knew he'd know what it was once he found it though. It always seemed to be like this for him... no matter what he did. Whether it was saving the princess or fighting some evil monster from the depths of darkness. He'd come so close to dying on these journeys many a time but he'd never really been thanked... did he get a vacation? No.. he just got sent on another lonesome quest through t