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
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
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.
Dear FredDear FredDear Fred4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Mum suggested I write you this letter, told me it would make me feel better. I don't see how because you can't see it and I won't get to see your reaction to it, but I don't have anything to lose, so here we are.
It's been a year since you died. Everything is still the same, but somehow, it feels different. The joke shop is still as strong as it was with you here. Ron is helping me out but the little git doesn't appreciate my jokes and ideas as much as you did.
I miss you so much, Fred. I keep thinking about how I never got to say my final good-bye to you and tell you how much I love you. I do love you. I hope you knew that even though we never said it much to each other. Or anyone else.
I'm struggling. I'm not going to lie to you, Fred. I pretend like I am okay, I laugh, I joke around, but my heart is still hurting. I want to hug you, pull pranks with on Ron and Hermione when they start snogging, to hear you again. I pray every night hoping your having fun with Tonks, encour
'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
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
It's Not Over Yet-Chapter OneIt's Not Over Yet-Chapter One4 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
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.
The Truth RevealedAn alternate, slashy version of when Remus and Sirius reunite in PoA.The Truth Revealed3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Here be slash! Don't like, please don't read.
Remus stared at the blank Marauder's Map lying on the desk before him, remembering all the good times associated with it; the initial idea, the more in-depth planning, actually getting it to work, and then using it every single day at school. The best part, at least in Remus' opinion, was that it would insult anyone that didn't know the incantation.
"Revelio," Remus murmured and watched as very familiar handwriting appeared on the blank parchment.
'You forgot the password? I knew you'd lose your mind one day, my dear Moonykins'
"You were never good at insulting me, Sirius," the professor answered with a sad smile and sat up straighter in the chair. The handwriting faded until it was gone and Remus tapped his wand against it, tempted to play with the old Map.
He knew it wasn't a good idea, though. It brought back too many memories of
Harry and Ginny P3 after HGW Harry and his best friend Ron Weasley were stood side by side on platform 9 3/4 waiting for the Hogwarts Express to come aroung the corner. Also stood waiting were Mr and Mrs. Weasley and Mr and Mrs. Granger. Mr. Weasley was once again talking to the Grangers about muggle objects such as batteries and plugs. Bill and Fleur appeared through the barrier, Bill was pushing Teddy who had just turned one pram, when Teddy saw Harry he grinned and started kicking as though he was trying to get out of the pram. When Bill and Fleur reached the group Fleur hugged everyone and Bill shook hands with Harry, Ron and Mr and Mrs. Granger and then he hugged his parents.Harry and Ginny P3 after HGW6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"How're you?" Bill asked Harry who was in the middle of the process of taking Teddy out of his pram when he stood up again with a fidgeting Teddy in his arms he replied " I'm fine thanks Bill, how are you?"
" Oh you know, dealing with the overdrive of hormornes of a pregnan
Same Difference: Chapter 1Same Difference: Chapter 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Okay, so, its the summer after Order of the Phoenix and the Weasley's are having fun! The twins cause mayhem and Harry and Hermione visit. Fred and George may look the same but what happens when they disagree on something and have an argument? NO SLASH!
So um Hi! This is my first HP fic. I've only seen the films (I know, I know) but I'm working on getting the books so please be nice if I make a few little mistakes Anyway, I'm now obsessed with the Weasley twins! They're too cute!
This is set in the summer between terms after Order of the Phoenix
Chapter One: Morning
It was early morning in the Weasley household; the dawn sun poked through the threadbare curtains onto Ron's sleeping face. His eyelids twitched against the brightness and he groaned as he sat up, zombie-like, with his eyes still closed.
"Children! Breakfast's ready!" Molly Weasley's motherly tones drifted up the staircase, into Ron's room, along with the smell of sausages and slightly burnt toast. The
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
My Beautiful PrincessHermione you idiot. Why did you have to stay at the Library this late to study for your charms exam? You already know all the way up to the 7th years spells! It was currently two hours past curfew and Hermione was scolding herself while packing up her books to get back to the common room. Now just be careful, you don't have the Marauda's map so you don't know who may be lurking out in the halls.My Beautiful Princess4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Carefully making her way out of the Library, unlocking the doors with a quiet 'Alohamora', before making her way to the Grand Staircases. Moving in the dark with only her wand to light the way did no good for the Gryffindor as she found herself easily lost on the fifth floor. Hoping to not get caught by Filch, Hermione cautiously made her way to the prefects bathroom. Slipping inside the bathroom, Hermione didn't notice it was already occupied.
"My my, if it isn't the Gryffindor Princess out past curfew." came a vile voice behind her. Hermione instantly froze, easily recognizing the voice even
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
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
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
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
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
B is for Bat-Bogey HexGinny was flipping through the library books, searching for a hex that she could use for Lupin's assignment. It was not supposed to be harmful, but rather distract the attacker sufficiently. It could, however, be uncomfortable. Or a spell that facilitated escape. But Ginny preferred a more direct approach. They were supposed to master their spell and write an essay about its uses and disadvantages, difficulty, history, and other interesting facts about it.B is for Bat-Bogey Hex4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
After the horror that she had endured the year before, Ginny had discovered a great interest in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Or maybe it was the way that Lupin was teaching it. Everyone agreed that you couldn't help but be interested when he was teaching. You took notes because you wanted to remember what he had said and did the assignments because you wanted to find out more of the subject.
She wanted to find a really good he
Love, A Simple Duty Chapter 7Finally telling Finn of Kurt's preferences for men didn't go at all how Kurt imagined.Love, A Simple Duty Chapter 74 years ago in Romance More Like This
First, Finn seemed more or less shocked at the confession (though, to be fair, Kurt didn't waste time with a preamble before telling him). Then he looked thoughtful and said: "Do you mean like Rachel's family?"
That made Kurt stop short. He hadn't even thought that maybe Finn knew about Rachel's fathers. But then, when he thought about it, it did make perfect sense that Rachel told him. He was going to be marrying her one day.
"Yes," said Kurt after a long moment. "Like Rachel's family."
"Oh." Finn looked at Kurt for a long moment without blinking. "Well alright then," he said with a nod. "If that is what you are, I suppose there is no changing it."
"Really?" asked Kurt, still shocked. "You don't care?"
"Rachel's family is just fine and her fathers are like you," said Finn. "Does my mother and your father know?"
"For a while now," said Kurt. "I confess I was most nervous to tell you. I didn
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,
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