Harry Potter versus TwilightHarry Potter versus TwilightHarry Potter versus Twilight5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I am sick and tired of hearing about this Harry Potter versus Twilight thing. The books and authors have nothing in common, except that they are well known and quite popular amongst many people. However even then it is stupid to compare the two. I first saw this comparison when they set up a section in our school library with a board that said If you love Stephenie Meyer, youll love and had a bunch of retarded vampire books underneath (All retarded but with the exception of Vampirates. Theyre vampire pirates. How much more awesome can you get?). There was a newspaper clipping of an article calling Meyer the new J.K. Rowling. By that time I had already read the three books that were out and I was like WUT?! I thought that the Twilight books were good but very overall mediocre and completely different to Harry Potter in every way. Comparing them seemed absolutely ludicrous. Since then my opinion of the books has gone
Dear FredDear FredDear Fred3 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
AliveAliveAlive2 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
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 George3 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
Tribute to Fred WeasleyRed hair, happy smile, determined.Tribute to Fred Weasley3 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.
Why Fred Weasly?George knelt down on his knees, his hands shifting through his pile of junk at the back of his closet. He rummaged around, looking for a clean pair of socks and annoyed that none had emerged for the past few minutes. Something soft and familiar brushed his hand and he picked it up, getting a closer look at it.Why Fred Weasly?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His eyes filled with tears as he saw a woolen sweater with a large letter "F" blazing in the front.
"Fred," George said sadly, his voice thick with tears.
His heart, thought to be recently patched up, creaked open again.
Greif overwhelming him, George clutched the sweater to his chest; he bent over in agony. Each beat of his heart brought fresh waves of pain, each breath felt raw in his throat. The heaviness in his soul was weighing him down.
A scream burst out of his gaping mouth, as silent a whisper but it poured out all his sorrow and angst in one single, low, endless note. The scream did not help what's so ever; it only added to his misery.
Heart wrenching sobs shook his body
Dear Fred, AngelinaDear Fred,Dear Fred, Angelina3 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
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. Rowling3 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
This is Just to SayI paired offThis is Just to Say6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Neville and Snape.
Malfoy and Harry
in Filch's closet.
Seamus and Dean
in the Gryffindor common room.
Remus and Sirus
Pavarti and Lavender
exchange secretive looks.
Fred and George
for making all your characters
Though you must admit
it would've made the story
Chasing the SunChasing the Sun2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Together Fox and Otter trot
Though secrets kept, it mattered not
He fears them all while she fears none
But Deer beware what Phoenix sung:
"To live, then die, then live again"
All held in silver 'till his end
For what is seven, what is eight?
Just ask the Knight, "What is Queen's fate?"
The pawns in question number three:
The rock, the stick, what you can't see
But now that Fox and Otter trot
The choice to heal has saved a lot
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 Eyes2 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.
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 Burden2 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
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.Notes2 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."
Fred + George Weasley AnalysisFred + George Weasley Analysis6 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
Remus Lupin x reader (Marauder era moments)~1~Remus Lupin x reader (Marauder era moments)5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Remus, where are you going?"
"Out for awhile."
"Is it a full moon?"
James Potter tossed in his bed, still mostly asleep. He had waken up to Remus Lupin leaving the room. The werewolf winced at the first thing which popped into his friend's mind. But, it would make a good cover.
"Make sure you don't get caught..."
Lupin was about to give a thanks for the concern but Potter was already softly snoring once more. Lupin made sure everybody else was still sleeping before slipping out.
The green-eyed youth walked outside under the half-moon, wishing somewhat he was a wolf. Then he wouldn't have this creeping fear that a teacher would scold him on the spot for being out of bed.
The night didn't derive any fear in him though, he himself was now a creature of the night in some ways. He pulled his black cloak closer to him, the night air still unsettling against skin instead of fur. His steps subconsciously sped up.
He began running through the courtyard until he heard speaking. He do
My other halfMy other half3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We were twins, two halves of one perfect whole. We fuffiled eachother, we completed eachother with perfect balance. I will remember you, will we meet up in heaven? Will you remember me when we next see eachother? I know I'll remember you. The guy that looks like me bust has both ears, we always joked about how I was "holey" but now you truly are the holly twin. We always caused trouble and together made it double, we were a packaged deal to the end of time. Fred you weren't my brother, you weren't my twin. No you weren't either of those, because you were my other half a part of me that I lost.
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- Scorpius4 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 Sorting Contest Entry-Scorpius Malfoy"MALFOY, SCORPIUS!"Harry Potter Sorting Contest Entry-Scorpius Malfoy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Murmurs and whispers travelled through the hall, members from each of the four houses glaring at him as he reached the stool - his heart was racing and his stomach was doing backflips. His hands were shaking nervously and someone said, "That's the palest Malfoy I've ever seen."
Scorpius sat down nervously and Professor Longbottom carefully placed the hat on his head - yawning as if he already knew the outcome of Scorpius's Sorting. Scorpius's head turned towards the Slytherin table and he saw some boys clearing a space for him and some girls arguing with each other over which one would sit next to him. Scorpius almost slapped himself on his forehead.
"Oh great." Scorpius thought to himself.
He turned to observe the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. The Hufflepuffs smiled kindly up at him, although Scorpius could tell many of their smiles were completely fake. Some of them looked terrified of him and shrunk away as he faced them.
"Really now? I'm not my fa
Silver DoeSunlight shadowsSilver Doe7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Your flight over the ground
The fairest girl ever to live
Could I speak without a rose in my face
Tear a smile on me
The music of my name from your voice
Our destiny together
Can my heart feel it
Haunting green eyes
A fountain of tears for my sorrows
Undying love for a lifetime
My corner in the dark
You're falling away from me
I can't leave this black path for you
Words that must stay unspoken
The only burning candle in the gloom burns out
I can't speak at all
Can my heart feel it
Haunting green eyes
A fountain of tears for my sorrows
Undying love for a lifetime
It is not a dream that holds me prisoner
Life itself abandoned you, keeping me
I am the lie, the servant, the protector
Upon this hour lies my end
Look at me with those haunting emeralds
My heart burns with all the flames from Hell
So deeply, you can see her
The light stanidng beneath the falling snow
And as you stare into my eyes
Never let me wake a
Dear HarryDear Harry,Dear Harry3 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
'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I2 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
AcceptanceAcceptance2 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
The Sorting Hat SongAnother year is comingThe Sorting Hat Song9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and the children stand in line
They are waiting for me to sort them
for that is the purpose of mine
Here at Hogwarts we have four houses
and I will appoint you to one
and when you are snug in your new home
we'll get some magic done
The lions of Gryffindor tower
are the bravest and noblest around
Scarlet and gold are their colours
In their eyes there is hope to be found
In Ravenclaw wit conquers muscle
In blue and in black lie their hearts
They are Rowena's children
she taught them the spell-casting arts
The badgers are loyal of nature
The Hufflepuff house is true
They make the best kind of friendships
and yellow and black are their hues
Last stands the Slytherin household
where those cunning and cold find their kind
They hide behind veils of silver
and know to put heart after mind
You see we are varied in merits
and somewhere in this you belong
It's important that we stand together
for together we will be strong