Dear Fred, AngelinaDear Fred,Dear Fred, Angelina4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's been six years since I've seen you. I miss you. George is doing ok I guess, he puts on a brave face for me and little Freddy, but he seems so distant. I think since your death he has only been half of a person, like he lost half his soul. He still has nightmares, he thrashes around moaning your name until I wake him up. Then he apologizes and goes into the bathroom. I know what he does in there, he stares at his face in the mirror and sees you looking back. I know he can't stand it, having to be reminded of you all the time.
He walks to visit you every morning, sometimes before I wake up, sometimes he takes Freddy with him. Freddy is about four now so when he comes home he tells me all the funny pranks Daddy and Uncle Fred used to do together. Once when Freddy was very little and we all went as a family, he asked George why we didn't just take you home so we could be together all the time. George asked me to take Freddy home, and he didn't come back all day. When he did
Fred + George Weasley AnalysisFred + George Weasley Analysis7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Fred & George: A Short Character Analysis
Right, so first off I'm a big fan of the twins: both twins, not just Fred. I've always appreciated both as separate characters and I've never really understood how so many people never picked up on their differences. So I decided to do what I do best - RANT (wayhey!). Keep in mind this is just my own opinion based on what I've read in books 1-7.
In the first place it's important to know and understand the twins' differences, especially if you're writing a story that puts particular focus on them. Yes, both twins are bonkers, fun-loving, flirtatious, stubborn and lest we forget both in the possession of a razor sharp wit. The books may describe them as identical right down to the last freckle, but this doesn't mean that they are one hundred percent identical in personality - no twins are. In fact, if Fred and George were the same they wouldn't make such a good team. Fred and George are a perfect double act and in any double act you
Reward (Fred Weasley X Reader)Reward (Fred Weasley X Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You followed the crowd of Gryffindors to the Quidditch field, decked out in scarlet and gold. Gryffindor was playing Ravenclaw, and you were of course hoping Gryffindor would win, as that was your house. You waited outside the Gryffindor changing room once you arrived down at the Quidditch field, so you could wish your brother good luck. When he stepped out, his face downcast, you walked up to him and promptly smacked his head. He looked around wildly before his eyes landed on you.
“Oliver Robert Wood, what the hell are you doing?” You asked angrily, gesturing at the dark circles under his eyes and the messy way he had put his robes on. Oliver sighed before looking tiredly at you.
“Potter’s sick, and now we have no Seeker.” You blanched at this, and hurriedly threw your arms around your brother’s neck. You were only two years younger than him, but your head only reached to his chest and you had to stand on your tiptoes to reach his neck.
Fred Never Left GeorgeHere I am, sitting on our bed at home. Yes, I still call it our bed. How are you, Fred? I'm doing well now, I guess. I took your advice. I've never felt happier this year.Fred Never Left George4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
We planned our future the night before you left me. We were going to share a mansion and our kids would be best friends, remember? We were supposed to chase each other using wheelchairs when we became old and grew white hair. I'm sure you would still admit that you were better looking.
They tell me I barely ate for weeks. The hunger is nothing compared to the pain of losing you. When I look in the mirror, sometimes I wonder if it's you I'm looking at. But it can't be. The pale-faced, thin, person with eyebags in the mirror never even smiled. Even on our gloomy days, you'd always stay positive and cheer me up with your smile, Fred.
I feel so lonely walking on the streets with nobody by my side. If you were here, I bet we'd be waving like idiots to the strange
Rose- ScorpiusRose flipped the pages of her book absentmindedly as she sat at a table in the far corner of the library. She was tucked between various shelves, hidden from the view of the hawk-eyed librarian, Madame Pince. Her stomach growled and she closed her book, sighing. She had attempted to smuggle a blueberry muffin from breakfast in to the library but Madame Pince had sniffed it out before she'd barely crossed the threshold.Rose- Scorpius5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, leaning back in her chair she let her hair fall out behind her. The bushy curls of her mother combined with the flaming red locks of her father always left quite an impression. But now, with no one around to see them, they merely hung there like hair often does. Rose sat forward on her chair and rest her head on her arms. She closed her eyes and waited a few more minutes before she felt arms snake around her from behind. She jumped slightly and turned around in her seat.
"What?" The boy who stood behind her now raised an eyebrow, "Were you expecting someone else?" H
Harry Potter IM ChatAn IM between characters in Harry PotterHarry Potter IM Chat3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
MUDDBLUDD12 ENTERED CHAT
GINGERBOI ENTERED CHAT
SCARFACE23 ENTERED CHAT
MUDDBLUDD12: Hey how are you guys doing tonight?
GINGERBOI: bored to death, I can't believe the whole house is on room restriction.
GINGERBOI: who do you think did it?
SCARFACE23: Don't look at me I was with you the whole time.
MUDDBLUDD12: Whoever they are they were smart not
THING2 ENTERED CHAT
THING1 ENTERED CHAT
THING1: How is the restriction treating you guys?
THING2: Can't be fun
SCARFACE23: I should have known one of you two was behind the whole silliness in the dining hall.
SCARFACE23: Good show.
MUDDBLUDD12: It was immature and childish. You guys know pulling things like tha can get you kicked out right?!
THING1: What are a few mere stink bombs among friends???
MUDDBLUDD12: A problem only arose when one
Showers (George Weasley X Reader)Showers (George Weasley X Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
WARNING: Sexual themes
You hummed as you shampooed your hair, enjoying the way the warm water soothed your muscles. You were on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and you had had a particularly tiresome practice earlier that day. You heard some faint noises from outside the curtain, but paid no mind to it, as you assumed it was Katie or Angelina taking their own showers.
You felt a rush of cold air, and turned to find yourself looking into a pair of green (mixed with blue) eyes. You yelped quietly and hurriedly attempted to cover yourself up with your hands. George grinned cheekily at you, but his cheeks were slightly red and he hurriedly closed the curtain.
You let out a sigh before shutting off the water. You stuck your hand outside of the curtain and after a moment, George seemed to get the idea and handed you your towel. You wrapped the towel around your body and hesitantly stepped out. You winced slightly as the cold air nipped at your skin, and glared at George for ruining your nice
Rose and Scorpius DateI fidgeted nervously- waiting just outside the Hogwarts grounds- for Scorpius. I was November, and a thin layer of snow covered the ground. Perfect weather for a trip to Hogsmead, I also thought it was wonderful weather for a first date, but that didn't calm my nerves.Rose and Scorpius Date5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Scorpius and I had been going out for almost three weeks now, but I still hadn't gotten used to my amazing good fortune of having Scorpius as a boyfriend.
I was drawn out of my thoughts when I spotted Scorpius, amongst those still exiting the gates, eager to escape school for a day. Scorpius saw me a moment later and rushed over, sweeping me off my feet and kissing me passionately.
'Hey babe, hope you weren't waiting long?' He asked putting me down. I blushed when I noticed some nearby students pointing and giggling.
'No, not long,'
'Good. Well let's head off!' And he started walking.
I hurried to catch up. Drawing up to Scorpius, I looked at his hand, wanting to hold it, but unsure if Scorpius- one of the coolest guys i
Remus' BallsA/N: Remus/Sirius slashRemus' Balls6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Word Count: 350
James Potter and Peter Pettigrew were making their way to their door room when a voice made them stop.
Oh, Moony. It was their friend Sirius Black. Have I told you how much I love your balls?
They heard a chuckle, Youve told me tons of times, Pads. It was their other friend, and Sirius new boyfriend, Remus Lupin.
But you dont understand. Theyre perfect. They fit in my hands and theyre the right size!
James and Peter look at each other with disgusted looks. Sirius and Remus and been going out for a while now but they didnt know that they had gone that far yet. They didnt want to hear anymore but they leaned in closer.
You always say that, they heard Remus say. They also heard a bed squeak.
But its true. And theyre the best tasting balls Ive ever had. Oh! I have an idea. Lets share them with Prongs and Wormtail.&
George's Pain.Someone was there, waiting. That someone couldn't be found with the naked eye. He waited. He waited. He waited, impatiently. At last, what that person was waiting and hoping for, most, appeared in front of him. The Room of Requirement.George's Pain.3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He slipped through the large door, unseen. Closing it behind him, he searched around the room, hoping to find what he needed. Revealing a head full of flame - red hair and a ghostly white face, the Invisibility Cloak slid off him. His complexion was paler than normal. Dry tears marking him. It seemed as though the boy - perhaps around the age of nineteen - never stopped weeping. He finally took the cloak off and held it with a loose grasp in his shaking fist. His tall frame shivering. Pain... grief... fear... coldness... One could only hope that the boy was shivering from lack of body heat, and nothing else.
Looking around, he could not find what he needed. He needed the mirror - not just any old mirror. He needed the cruelest mirror he ever knew.
Sacrifice - tribute to FredA SacrificeSacrifice - tribute to Fred7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She stood in the corner, this perfect bride to be
But all was not perfect for she was not he
It was a secret kept for reasons not sure
But the secret did not mean that he was so pure
He had lost his virginity to the man down the road
Though he was not sober on entering the abode
His eyes once held mischief but now were dimmed by self blame
The hair atop his head was still as red as flame
The freckles on his features were all still in place
They were once mirrored but his special ones face
He bowed to the father and kissed the mothers hand
Wishing he were anywhere but in this broken land
The hills are no longer green, nor the sky blue
But with being a noble there wasnt much he could do
The government was rigged and the police were no help
The slaves were all silent and the stable hands mere whelps
The corridors were damp, the windows cloth clad
Help was absurd for this poor little lad
He was but a noble to be pretty, mighty and high
It was his duty to look fear
'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spinner´s End, Cokeworth, Northern England.
Severus put down the book and puffed heavily. It was the sixth time the bloody doorbell had rung.
Probably the teenage delinquents who were in the inconvenient habit of roaming Spinner´s End on occasion. During the past few years, they had been coming over to that abandoned part of town whenever they felt bored or were being chased by the police. As a matter of fact, with the street´s alarming state of decay, most of its houses deserted, it was rather surprising that the juvenile gangster-hopefuls didn´t come around to "visit" more often.
Spinner´s End was after all a perfect hiding place...Nobody better than Severus knew that...
But the fact was that Spinner´s End was ruined to such a degree that not even those little punks took a more than passing interest in it. Sometimes they entered an abandoned house to smoke, played some loud music (that is, if that godawful cacophony could be call
Scorpius x RoseIn Scorpius Malfoy's first year at Hogwarts, he noticed Rose Weasley's hair.Scorpius x Rose4 years ago in Settings More Like This
He noticed how it came up to her shoulders, and was a fierce red. He noticed the way she tucked it behind her ears when she was studying. He noticed the way her auburn curls bounced as she walked.
He noticed Rose Weasley's hair.
In Scorpius Malfoy's second year at Hogwarts, he noticed how much Rose Weasley studied.
He noticed how she studied in the library nearly every night. He noticed how when a test loomed, she barely ever left the library. He noticed that however much she studied, he always exceeded her score.
He noticed how much Rose Weasley studied.
In Scorpius Malfoy's third year at Hogwarts, he noticed Rose Weasley's temper.
He noticed how many simple things angered her, like people bullying first years, and him calling her Rosie. He noticed how when she was angry, she would put one hand on her hip, and point at the person who had made her angry. He noticed how nearly everything he did anger
ChildhoodGinny Potter could call herself the happiest woman in the world and nobody would argue. She had had an amazing Quidditch career and was among the most popular journalists on the Daily Prophet. Not to mention that she was married to Harry James Potter, the boy, who had saved the Wizarding World countless times, the leader of the Auror department and among the most decorated wizards in all of history. In addition, they had three wonderful children, whom they adored. They were a part of a big, happy family. Honestly, what could ruin that image?Childhood2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She watched as the Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, the mighty hero, played with Lily on the floor. He really was an incredible father, despite the horrendous childhood he had had. It had taken a lot of prodding and time, before he finally told her about his life at Privet Drive; how he had lived in a cupboard under some stairs, how they had locked him up as though he was a criminal. They had starved him, mistreated him, being so completely inhuman t
Notes George walked into his bedroom for the first time since the Battle of Hogwarts. He had shared this room with Fred. To avoid the reality of his twin's tragic death he had been sleeping on the sofa in the living room. But it was time to sort out Fred's belongings.Notes3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
George had his eyes closed. He had decided that if he didn't look, he'd wouldn't get overwhelmed with emotion. But He soon came to realise that this wouldn't help. He could still sense Fred in his room. "Damn." George said under his breath as he slowly opened his eyes. A single tear left the corner his right eye. He didn't wipe it away. He just let it slide down the side of his face and roll off his chin.
"Where to start?" George looked around the small, crooked room. He walked over to the window that separates the two single beds and opened it. Only a crack. Fred hated it open all the way. Brought in a breeze, he'd say. "Maybe that'll bring the heat down."
AcceptanceAcceptance3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
October, 31, 2005
Severus didn´t want a child.
And yet...here it was...
Severus approached the cradle with feather light footsteps. It was a simple but elegant piece of furniture, made out of heavy and 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.
His 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.
He 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 just happened...But Severus knew better...In fact he knew from experience that it just wasn´t that simple...Nowhere near that simple...
And that was p
Voldemort dreams, Harry watches. (Breath 7.5)Voldemort dreams, Harry watches. (Breath 7.5)11 months ago in Horror More Like This
Summary: Harry dreams. Voldemort whispers in the shadows.
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“You have his heart?” Harry pushed his sleeves back, neatly displaying his thin-fingered hands. Harry’s thoughts still lingered on the promises of that line of research—the allure of the knowledge, so close and yet so obscure. It would end, doubtless, in a curse among many, but still… The desire to discover burned ever bright, even with more pressing matters at hand.
Harry brought his mind back to the tall, thin trembling man before him. “Put it there on the table. Now, report.” Harry walked slowly as though to music only he could hear. His eyes were trained on the man in the corner.
“My Lord,” he began hastily, and his words were thick. “We arrived on time, but I’m afraid that the resistance was stronger than we
Frigid (Young!Lily x Young!Severus)Frigid (Young!Lily x Young!Severus)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
-Lily x Severus
-Christmas and fluff
Again, for the umpteenth time, Severus notices Lily peer at him the top of her book. But as all the times before he opts to remain silent. She'll likely tell him what's been eating at her eventually anyway. While Severus indulges in his own book, comfortably seated in the arm chair beside the toasty fire, Lily continues her oh so conspicuous watch. She sigh dramatically, snapping her book shut and standing to her feet. She places the book onto the chair she'd just vacates before crossing the short distance over to the black-haired man.
She sits down heavily on the arms rest of his chair, shifting to further accommodate herself as she eyed Severus. It's a few minute before Severus even bothers acknowledging Lily sudden change in seating, briefly glancing to her before moving his eyes back to his book. Lily huffs dramatically and Severus rolls his eyes.
"What seems to be the problem, Lily?" Snape drawls in that signature t
Dramione chap1 - first meetingHermione Granger carefully ladled the Polyjuice Potion into three flasks. It was her second year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and already they were doing something that would break fifty school rules on this snowy and heavily planned Christmas Day. Today, herself and her two best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, would go on a dangerous mission to try get some information about the attacks that were happening around the school during the year. They were convinced that a Slytherin boy, Draco Malfoy, was behind the opening of the so-called 'Chamber of Secrets' and the attacks on the Muggle-borns. They were all going to change into different Slytherins, so that they could easily get information out of Malfoy. This changing into different people required a complex potion that the trio had been toiling over for months. Now it was ready and, finally, they would get the truth of the Chamber of Secrets.Dramione chap1 - first meeting7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After they added the personal items to the potion (with snide comment
Blood and Ink"Ron. Why are you doing this?" Hermione sighed.Blood and Ink3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I figured I should get like a memory for all this. Y'know, like a piece of history," Ron smiled.
She sighed heavily. "What? Our faces plastered everywhere and interviews every five seconds aren't enough for you?"
Ron shook his head slightly and laughed. She didn't understand. He wasn't doing it for the memory of it. He was doing it in honor of her. Ron sat down in the chair and held out his left arm. The artist prepped his forearm and asked, "Where do you want it mate?"
"Right here," Ron said, indicating a line alongside his bright blue vein. The artist laid down the piece of paper, rubbed it firmly on his arm, and peeled it back slowly and evenly.
"But seriously? The Muggle way? I can easily do it with magic if you want it so badly! AND we wouldn't need to pay £30!" Hermione added, "Your mum is gonna kill me for allowing you to do this "
The tattooist loaded his clean needle, held down Ron's arm onto the armrest, and asked, "Y
Lipstick (George Weasley X Reader)Lipstick (George Weasley X Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
George’s eyes once again flicked down to your lips, a fact which you were unaware of, and Fred nudged his twin before quietly slipping away. You three had been the last ones in the Gryffindor common room, working on an essay for History of Magic, and you were reading and hastily scribbling down notes while George was trying to pluck up the courage to kiss you or tell you how he felt or ask you to the Yule Ball, or anything to let you know that he liked you.
He had known you for years; you were one of his father’s friend’s children and had visited them at the Burrow from a young age. You were Fred and George’s age, and thus younger you had felt more comfortable around them than the other Weasleys. You did however love Ron and Ginny to death, as you had always wanted younger siblings. You treated Ginny like a little sister who you doted on, and you loved to tease your ickle Ronniekins.
George was remembering pranks you had helped him and Fred pull when you finishe
Couch - A Drarry TaleHermione broke the couch.Couch - A Drarry Tale3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She hadn't meant to, of course, but it was what it was and what it was was that Hermione, 8 months pregnant, was a big unit and that couch was almost as old and she was.
It had taken two cups of herbal tea and all the flattery in the world to stem the unbelievable flow of tears that ensued but when she was finally gone, the couch was still broken.
Harry and Draco stood staring at it with a curious undertone of sadness.
"This is weird..." Harry finally murmured, "It's weird, right?"
Draco paused, "Well, we've had it since we moved in. We christened it that first night."
Harry smirked at the memory, "There was nothing holy about what we did on that couch."
Draco scoffed his agreement.
"We can just repair it." he suggested, flourishing his wand lazily.
Harry thought about it.
"I dunno. Maybe we could do with a new couch?"
Draco sighed, "Oh Merlin, this isn't going to turn into another one of your crusades for furniture that matches the apartment, is it?"
Gred and Forge - The Price of FreedomIt's a fact of life. Freedom doesn't come free. Or cheap. If George even once thought his ear was a high price for freedom, he didn't anymore.Gred and Forge - The Price of Freedom3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It felt surreal, in the worst possible way... it felt like it wasn't another person that was lying there, but half of himself. "Wake up," he wanted to say, but the words caught in his throat as tears trailed down his face, wild and unstoppable.
"Freddie... Freddie..." he murmured, his voice choked and unrecognizeable.
He leaned over his twin, hands fisted in Fred's shirt as if he were silently willing his brother to sit up and say: "Fooled ya!"
No such thing happened...
George felt more than saw his family gathering around. They were all in mourning and they were all trying to comfort each other. If someone laid their hand on George's shoulder, he didn't feel it. All he could feel were his own sobs and his brother's name being repeated over and over. He couldn't tell if he were the one saying it or if it was his family or their friends.
Epilogue - Dramione Veela Fic"Do we have to?"Epilogue - Dramione Veela Fic5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Yes," Draco said firmly, stalking towards the Great Hall.
"Pansy, Granger is a big part of my life now and I want you to get to know her."
"Why?" she whined louder, letting him drag her along.
"Because you're my best friend, Pans," Draco said, casting a glance over his shoulder at the pouting girl.
"Can't she come sit with us?" she said as they walked between the tables, heading to the other side of the Hall for a change.
"Are you kidding? The Slytherins would tear her apart or try to anyway," he said. "At least Pothead and the Weasel will try to be civil."
Granger looked up at them as they approached and smiled. "Hey," she said softly, the sound of her voice making the Mark on his neck tingle.
"Hi," he replied, smiling foolishly as he bent to kiss her and take the empty seat she had saved at the Gryffindor table for him.
Pansy threw herself onto the bench next to him with bad grace, opposite the Weasel, who was glaring, muttering under