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.
A Carefree DanceWhen asking your lady to dance, always be sure to make eye contact, smile, and take her hand in yours. Speak clearly and, above all, make her feel like the luckiest girl in the world get a chance to dance with you.A Carefree Dance4 years ago in Romance More Like This
These were the words echoing in Ron's head as he sat in his seat, eager for the wedding ceremony to be over and the reception to begin. He would finally be able to show off more of what he learned from reading Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches and maybe, just maybe, he would sweep Hermione off her feet and they could both forget about the dangers that lay ahead of them. For just a few moments, it would be just them: no Harry, no horcruxes. Simply her hand in his, his arms around her, dancing.
Ron sat through the whole of the wedding ceremony with the thought of asking Hermione to dance on his mind. He had it planned out perfectly — they would go find a table at the reception, Harry would bugger off somewhere, and Ron would be free make eye
I Loved Every SecondI cried when I bought the last book, and watched the last film.I Loved Every Second4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I adored you from the moment you were given to him. The first book, the first film, you were this snowy white, feathered beauty. Did you know that every child wanted you?
I blinked, and re-read the whole page, just to make sure that you really had died, you foolish, beautiful joker. I thought twins couldn't be separated.
I think part of me knew it would happen, but I was still so, so sad when I confirmed you were gone. We all knew a teacher like you. Out of all of them, you were the best Defence Against The Dark Arts professor, you know. Werewolf or not.
I choked a little as your name came up, camera boy. You should've gone home
I wanted to hit the page when you fell through that curtain. You didn't get enough time, to make up for what you'd lost. Not fair, and not right, and Guess what? I ended up hitting the page a lot of times, before I could finish.
I always maintained that you were a bull
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.
George Weasley's SmileGeorge Weasley's Smile6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Challenge 014: Cold Smile
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: George Weasley
Timeframe: Post Deathly Hallows Battle
They all hold hands and dance in circles.
Zig, zig, zag. You can see in the crowd
The king dancing among the peasants.
But hist! All of a sudden, they leave the dance,
They push forward, they fly; the cock has crowed.
Oh what a beautiful night for the poor world!
Long live death and equality!
- La Danse Macabre
Bodies lay recumbent in the main hall. Fifty or more gazing blankly at the bewitched ceiling, indifferent to the weather. Outside in the dark grounds the grass was still flattened where fallen warriors had lain - children, dead in their pajamas.
If ever you've walked in an old graveyard where the outer walls are crumbling and ravens sit on tombstones covered in ivy, the skull and crossbones motif and epitaph now barely legible, you will notice how distant death seems in comparison to the sleek new cemetery down the road, where each g
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
Kiss the Boy - Solangelo Sometimes Will wanted to strangle his siblings. After telling Kayla that he was going to walk around camp with Nico (what she called a date), he left the cabin. That was his mistake. Telling Kayla that is. As he and Nico passed the Apollo cabin, Kayla stood outside, along with the rest of the Apollo children, and started singing something that made Will want to... seriously injure someone.Kiss the Boy - Solangelo4 months ago in Romance More Like This
"There you see him. Standing there right next to you."
Will and Nico stopped walking, turning their attention to the Apollo cabin,
"He don't got a lot to say, but there's something about him."
It took Will a moment to register what his siblings were singing, but when he did, he seriously wanted nothing more for them to shut up. Kayla was the main singer, the others were singing the chorus.
One-shot: Three D'sTwenty-first of April. It was funny to think that, two years ago, the date stood as the door to a world of possibilities. One year ago, it meant absolutely nothing. And now it looked like a somewhat terrifying prospect to him.One-shot: Three D's4 years ago in Romance More Like This
'Are you all right, Ron?'
Hermione was looking at him with a concerned expression from across the table. She had a free period after lunch that day, which she usually reserved for a lengthy study session at the library. Resigning that necessary time in her busy schedule to wait with him until he had to re-take the Apparition test was something he deeply thanked her for.
Ron smiled at her.
'Yeah, just remembering.'
'About the last time? Don't think on it, you'll do fine,' Hermione said reassuringly, reaching to squeeze his hand. 'You'd only had minor problems in your previous practise'
'And then I splinched twice,' he reminded her gloomily.
'You can't count those... You were under a lot of pressure... we all were, just in different ways, I suppose.'
'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
An Open Letter to J.K. RowlingIt's the end of a decade; now the nostalgia and memories begin, or is it even too early for that?An Open Letter to J.K. Rowling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
At one point or another, all of us wanted to find that Hogwarts note in our mail box
Sometimes, when we drifted to sleep at night, it was enticing to think about meeting Harry himself,
wander the giant, capacious halls of the elusive school of wizardry
Maybe, some boring days at school or work, we find ourselves closing our eyes
and hearing "20 points lost for Gryffindor" and staring dismally
into the bright contents of an unknown potion that does God-knows-what because
you know you were half-asleep during the hooked nose Professor Snape's lecture
There's been times where we reach into our pockets for a magic wand that doesn't exist,
when we look at the desk top where our owl should be, but the cage is missing
Somehow, this has seeped into our lives and touched us in such an unimaginable, enchanting way
Harry and his friends may be just fictitious characters in a book series,
yet, in some
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
The Boughs of the Yew TreeShe stood very still, her spine rigid as she listened to the forest around her. She listened hard for any sound at all. When she found none, she returned to searching the forest floor.The Boughs of the Yew Tree4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She was alone in the small, moonlit clearing. Or, at least, she thought she was.
Her head shot up again a shiver running down her back. She shook herself vigorously and looked around once more. She was about to give up her search when she saw them.
A pair of glowing red eyes stared, unblinking, at her through the bushes. They seemed to be fixed right on her face. Their eyes met, and she knew immediately that this creature whatever it may be was no friend to her.
She turned and bolted from the clearing, not daring to look back. She didn't need to. She could hear it following her it made some kind of swishing noise as it moved. She threw on another burst of speed, and soon the swishing died away.
She slowed down and eventually came to a stop in another moonlit clearing. Her ears
Tribute to Fred WeasleyRed hair, happy smile, determined.Tribute to Fred Weasley4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was so young.
He was so beautiful.
I wish I could say he lived a happy life.
He was a stunning flower that died; after the snow came down.
When Fred Weasley died in Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, I shed enough tears to fill a glass of water to the top. It wasn't possible. Fred couldn't have.
He was charming, handsome, funny. He most certainly did not deserve to die.
I was shocked when I read the words on paper, my eyes filled with tears. And seeing it on the big screen, it just made me sob, go to sleep thinking about him, like he was someone I loved, somebody I knew personally.
Most people were shocked by Fred's death, by everyone's death.
Snape, Remus, Tonks. Everyone.
They all seemed to be apart of us. We grew up with them all. One night, recently after reading those sad words, I started to go deep into thought. What George must have gone through, seeing his twin brother, lie dead on the floor, how hard that would be for him.
Hermione's AdviceGinny Potter sat on her bed, leafing through a muggle romance novel Hermione had lent her. Harry was out late as work, as he sometimes was, and this proved for a very lonely night. Albus and Lily were in bed, and James was reading a quidditch magazine on his bed. James was just as mad for quidditch as his father and grandfather before him, they'd known that for a long time.Hermione's Advice3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, the tiny sound of feet padding along the wooden floors awakened Ginny from her thoughts. After a moment of silence, eight year old Lily's face poked through the door.
Lily was practically identical to her grandmother Lily Potter, in both looks and spirit. Flowing dark red hair, skin the color of milk, a tiny splash of freckles across her nose. In fact, if not for her chocolate brown eyes that resembled her mother's so closely, she would have been a clone of a younger Lily Potter.
"Mummy, I can't sleep," Lily said, rubbing her eyes. "I've tried counting Hippogriffs, Skrewts and Gargoyl
The Silver DoeSeverus Snape wasn't the man everyone thought he was. Branded a coward and a murdered, the students at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry dreaded their headmaster. How could they know how lucky they were that Snape had hidden for so long? How could they know that the only thing preventing every student from the Carrows' cruelty was him?The Silver Doe4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
These thoughts ran through Snape's mind as he faced the wizard everyone thought he served. Voldemort's eyes, though cold as stone, blazed as if on fire. They found the professor's black ones, and again, Snape pleaded with him; "My Lord let me go to the boy-"
Voldemort continued to speak, but Snape's mind was elsewhere. If only he could get to Potter, he could warn him about the Elder Wand and try one last time to protect Lily's son. Lily thoughts of the red-haired woman fluttered through his mind, each tinged with a different emotion happiness, sorrow regret.
The cold voice of the Dark Lord penetrated Snape's mind. "While
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
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
Roleplaying With EvilEspressoDrinks- ValdangeloThere is not enough Valdangelo in the world right now and I found a new thing to do that I wanted to try out, so here's some Leico randomness from me and EvilEspressoDrinks. This was pure improvising. She's Nico, I'm Leo. More information in the description below.Roleplaying With EvilEspressoDrinks- Valdangelo3 months ago in Romance More Like This
Nico: *sighs* *ignores you*
Leo: Hey! Nico!
Leo: Don't ignore me. *pouts*
Nico: What do you want, Valdez?
Leo: I'm bored.
Leo: NICO HELP I'M DYING
Nico: Really Valdez? You're gonna play that card after what happened with Calypso?
Leo: -OF BOREDOM
Leo: SO HELP
Leo: And sorry...
Nico: I'm not a zoo animal, Leo.
Leo: I don't get it
Nico: *sigh* I'm not here to entertain you, is what I mean. Go bother Piper or someone...
Leo: But Nicooo
Nico: Ugh, okay, fine. What do you want to do?
Leo: I don't know
Nico: *facepalm* You're impossible.
Leo: Entertain me.
Nico: ...By doing what?
Leo: Whatever you want, babe. *wiggles eyebrows*
Nico: *blushes* W- What- Leo! *hides in jacket*
Dear HarryDear Harry,Dear Harry4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you saw that flash of green light, a sinister laugh knocking in your ears and a searing pain on your forehead, did you ever think that you would start childhoods and set souls ablaze?
When you were locked in your cupboard after your awful aunt and uncle refused to give you dinner, again, did you know that you would soon have millions of children smile at the sound of your name?
When you were on the train to Hogwarts, and you met your best friend Ron, did you ever wonder that we were all on the train with you, we were all excited to go to school with you, and we were estatic to be sorted into our proper houses?
Whenever you felt like you were all alone in the world, did you know that we all stood up, applauded and cheered you on, with grins outstretching the world, tears rushing down our cheeks and glasses similar to yours on our faces?
When you were terrified and thought that you had truly met your sticky end, did you know that millions of people would dress up exactly
AliveAliveAlive3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'm still here, don't let me be forgotten...please do not close the lid of the coffin so soon. I'm still ALIVE you see, in your sweet laughter. I am scared, so scared, to die now. I'm still here Dad, so don't give away my clothes to the needy just yet. I'm still here Mum, and this time I'm really really telling the truth when I say I'm not Goarge. I'm still here Bill, so don't go throwing out my wedding present for you and Fleur just yet. I'm still here Charlie, so you better stay safe around those dragons. Percy, please save me. Your my big brother and...I need you. I'm still here George, so cut it with the bloody dramatics and get rid of that rope...and don't you DARE stop with Weasleys' Wizard Weezes because I'll come find you and give you a nice old brotherly beating...understand? I'm still here Ron, so put down that giant Hershy's chocolate bar and give Harry the respect he deserves...Oh, and you need to go get Hermione to give you a bloody good shag (it eases the pain felt
Thorns: Rose and Scorpius Ch. 4Thorns: Rose and Scorpius Ch. 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 4 - Rose</i>
I didn't know what to say. I was shocked to have even run into anyone, despite my clumsiness. Scorpius looked down, well, actually, he glared at me. What did I ever do to him? Sure, I was cranky when he mocked James, but that's no reason to glare at me hours after. I'm a girl, for Merlin's sake! I'm supposed to act like a bitch spontaneously.
"What, Scor? Did Lorna actually resist your charms to get her into bed?" I teased, trying to lighten the tension I was suddenly feeling.
He laughed bitterly, which increased the tension and made me feel a whole lot smaller. "You're so funny, Weasley"--I hated it when he called me Weasley, but this time he wasn't teasing like usual, which made the name sting even more--"So funny I could die."
I sighed. "What's wrong, Scorpius?"
"What? You don't know?" His sarcasm surprisingly hurt me, and I tried not to show it.
I just look at him, and he chuckles humorlessly at my blank expression.
Crazy WomenRon had always assumed that women became crazy at around twelve. About the time they started getting boobs, and about the time he had started noticing their existence. Convenient.Crazy Women4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ginny was the exception to this rule. She had never been crazy. She had been scary, but there was always a reason for her anger. That changed when she got pregnant. Naturally, Ron assumed that this meant she would be normal again after she had the kid. Bad assumption.
Hermione was the very reason he had established this theory in the first place. From the moment he realized what her being a girl meant, he knew she was crazy. To tell the truth, she was so funny when she was mad, that he developed a rather bad habit of pissing her off just to hear her huff "Ronald!" and stomp off.
Rose disproved this theory once and for all.
When she was a baby, she cried for no reason at all.&
Stronger Than Magic Part IFORBIDDEN FORESTStronger Than Magic Part I7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
SCOTLAND, UNITED KINGDOM
Even in broad daylight it was always dark in the ForbiddenForest, the close-grouped trees choking out the sunlight except in eerie shafts that managed to pierce through gaps in the foliage. At night, however, the darkness wasn't just a lack of light -- it was almost a tangible thing, clinging to the tree trunks and bracken like swirls of fog and seeming to smother out sound as well as sight. Shadows conspired with each other to create terrifying specters in the night, and the merest rustle of a branch became the breath of a predator. It wasn't just the fear of the very real dangers of the forest -- werewolves, acromantulas, territorial centaurs, the feral enchanted car of Weasley legend -- that kept students from entering its depths, but the darkness that wreaked havoc with their imaginations, conjuring far more fearsome threats in their minds.
Optimus Prime faced a far different threat than anything t
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.