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 Analysis8 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
'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I4 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
Harry Potter IM ChatAn IM between characters in Harry PotterHarry Potter IM Chat4 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
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.4 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.
Reward (Fred Weasley X Reader)Reward (Fred Weasley X Reader)2 years 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.
Don't go"But why"Don't go4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Have to go?" The five- year- old twins whined as they tugged at Charlie's sleeve.
"Because it's his time to go to Hogwarts." Molly said softly as she pulled Fred and George off of Charlie.
"Go to?" The twins asked.
"In a few years." Arthur said.
"How many?" They asked.
"You two can go in six years." Percy said matter-of-factly as he straightened his glasses.
"But we wanna go now." The mischevious twins whined as they glared at Percy. They shot indentical pleading looks at Charlie as he started to head towards the train. "Don't go." They begged.
"I'm sorry guys, I have to." Charlie said as he ruffled both of their hair.
"Don't worry boys." Molly started, "Bill and Charlie will be home for Christmas." She said before shooting her older boys a dark look. "Won't you?"
"Of course Mum." Bill said as the train whistle blew. The elder boys hopped on the train and waved their family good-bye.
Charlie sat with his head in his hands as he remembered when Fred a
Gred and Forge HP SPOILERSGred and ForgeGred and Forge HP SPOILERS8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Arthur and Fred,"
"I'm George! Can't you even tell us apart when we're Harry?"
"Only yanking your wand, I'm Fred really-"
The hardest thing I ever had to do was walk into 93 Diagon Alley without you. For a place that celebrated pranks and good times it felt suddenly black and heavy, suffocating. Nothing but a great big bloody reminder of every moment I'd ever spent with you. Each product stirred another memory - hours and hours of experimenting, blowing ourselves up, wracking our brains for ideas, searching the halls for a willing guinea pig. How could I stand in that shop day after day selling people laughs? I felt like they didn't have the right to smile, not in our shop, not without you. The first week was shit. I wanted to punch every customer that walked through the door. It was worse when the regulars asked after you. I'd always reply 'the selfish sod got himself killed and left me to look after the shop'. Drew me a few funny l
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 Date6 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
Harry and Ginny: Train StationGinny was sitting on the train in a compartment with Neville and Luna. She was so tired of everyone; she just wanted to see Harry, to make sure he was ok. She missed him so much, it killed her. The war had taken its toll on everyone, especially Harry.Harry and Ginny: Train Station7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Gin? Are you all right?" Luna asked in her quiet voice, sitting with Nevilles arm around her shoulder. That only made Ginny miss him more. It didnt help, that they were always together and that they were her best friends. But Ginny wasnt going to ruin anything; they loved each other almost as much as Ginny and Harry loved each other.
"I'm fine." Ginny said looking out the window, they had arrived in England.
Ginny grabbed her luggage and walked out of the compartment, saying goodbye to Neville and Luna and telling them that she would write soon and have them over. She stepped onto the platform and didnt see anyone of her brothers or parents there. They must be running late. She was standing off to the side when sh
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
Not My DaughterMolly was aware, in some corner of her mind, that many lives had been lost in the last few hours. But at that moment, only two mattered: Harry and Fredher sons, her beloved, brave, sons. Fred, who nearly everyone had seen as one half of a whole, but he was more than that He was the more reckless of the already reckless pair, the one she could pick out by his crossed arms, whereas George always had his hands in his pockets. Never once had she truly confused them. And Harry, who had befriended her terrified Ron, engaged in a bizarre dance for her daughter's heart, and now had walked straight into the open arms of death.Not My Daughter4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hagrid's great tears were splashing onto Harry's clothes as he laid him on the grass by Voldemort's feet. Molly felt the tears sliding down her cheeks, but forced herself to meet his terrible eyes. In this life or the next, he would pay for the murder of her sons She did
Showers (George Weasley X Reader)Showers (George Weasley X Reader)2 years 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
A Ghost and a BurdenPetunia Dursley sat alone on her bed and surveyed her bedroom. She had lived in this house for 20 years. This was the first house that she had bought with her husband. The house where her son had grown up into a young man. The house where 16 long years ago, she was told by a wizard, that her only sister had been murdered. Petunia never cried. Not until that day anyway. She was careful to stay in her usual stony faced posture around her husband, but when he had left the house, she broke down. She couldn't block out the image of those perfect emerald eyes. How she had tormented her about what she was. Maybe thats why she seemed to hate her nephew. Those eyes. An exact copy of her beloved sisters. When she glanced into them, a wave of guilt would wash over and drown her. Pure guilt.A Ghost and a Burden4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She slowly raised up from her bed and wandered across the hall to her nephews room. She looked back onto the times she locked Harry up. To protect him. Save him, because she couldn't save her own sister. Petun
Hermione's Web, Part 15Hermione's Web, Part 154 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.
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
I Open At The CloseI Open At The Close4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I open at the close,
When It all began,
I had dreams of a distant land,
When the first word fell off the page,
I knew I was in this place,
Hogwarts was my second home,
I carried in a paperback book,
Everytime I got homesick,
I always took a look,
Nothing can ever compare,
To the books the movies,
And the potter wear,
I grew up with emma,
Daniel and Rupert,
Even Tom too,
We were all children when this began,
I know they cry as they leave this land,
Because whether actor or reader,
Hogwarts was a place,
Where when in need,
Help is what you received,
Dumbledore was my teacher,
And sirius my godfather,
Harry was my brother,
And I felt i knew him like no other,
This is not obsession,
Not a passing phase,
This is my childhood,
To the good old days,
Anticipation will never mount,
As high for another book or movie,
But harry potter will be in my heart,
It can't be removed you see,
And even though I can wear,
A dark mark with pride,
Dumbledores Army will be by my side,
Father Hood - Deathly HallowsFatherhood.Father Hood - Deathly Hallows8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
SPOILERS FOR DH
Though I had tried to prepare myself for it, nothing was more nerve wracking then hearing my wife give birth it was crazy to know that in the next room the woman I loved was giving birth to my child
Our child, together something both of us had come to understand the risks I at first was so frightened to have a child, but my friend .my good friend Harry talked me out of it even as I wait now, I remember what he told me that no parent should ever abandon their child, and I refuse to
When there was the sound of a baby crying, and I felt my whole stomach about to give way inwards, worry forming, would Dora be ok as well? Would the baby be ok? I remembered when James and Lily had Harry. I have never seen so many tears so many worried faces, Sirius pacing up and down so much I thought he would wear down his shoes
And then James rushed out eyes wide, telling us it was a boy; that he was a father. We clapp
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
StandOctober 31st, 1981Stand4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lily had fallen asleep with the tattered book in her lap. She had read Pride and Prejudice countless times, but never seemed to enjoy it any less. James could not comprehend why she loved it so much; it was tedious and long, full of too much talking and not enough fighting.
"Lily," he murmured into her hair. "Lily." She stirred, opening her eyes halfway, and smiled sleepily at him. "We should go upstairs to sleep. We'll both have backaches tomorrow if we stay here." She nodded and sat up, stretching.
A soft cracking sound reached their ears. Husband and wife stopped dead, suddenly no longer tired.
"James, the spells "
The horrifying, high-pitched cackle reached their ears. The one that invaded their nightmares every night.
You feel like a candle in a hurricane
Just like a picture with a broken frame
My Last Moments SPOILER HP7"Stupefy!" Damn, she dodged it.My Last Moments SPOILER HP74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I heard a voice from behind me. Low, dark, cruel. "Avada Kedavra!" Please not be Dolohov's voice. A sinking feeling inside me told me it was.
I tried to focus myself back onto fighting my aunt but a nagging feeling inside me kept on reminding me that Remus has just died. Bellatrix's face was contorted into a mocking grin that confirmed my worst fear. I shot a few more spells at my aunt but the Great Hall felt like it was going to crash around me any moment now.
I couldn't give up. I have to keep fighting. Teddy needs at least one of his parents.
Suddenly, a flash of red light hit my chest. My heart felt as though it had stopped beating, but it wasn't painful. I was falling backwards and my life rushed through my eyes, specifically the last couple months I've gotten to be with Remus and Teddy. That was the best time of my life.
The moment before I hit the ground I realized what had happened: she killed me.
I only had one thought left.
Teddy, your parents
Through A Mothers EyesIt all started almost 7 years ago, when my youngest son left for Hogwarts. I knew nothing would be the same again. After his first year, he would rant for hours about his newfound friendship with a 'bossy know-it-all' girl. But behind his annoyance filled eyes, something had appeared, like a flower starting to bloom.Through A Mothers Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He fought against his growing feelings for a bushy haired girl as the years slowly passed by. She soon integrated herself into our family, becoming a sister to Ginny and a daughter to me. I continued to look upon their blossoming love and the constant childish bickering, as an act of covering up their feelings. The year of the Yule Ball came, and I prayed that this would be the time that they finally joined together, but it in fact drifted them further apart, and my heart broke for dream that would never come true. Last year, Harry wrote to me and told me about Ron's grilfriend. My eyes welled up at the thought of Hermione's broken heart and part of it being lost with him.
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