Dementor's KissIt's a common misconception that dementors can't talk. I blame the media, perpetuating this image of these demonic, scabby, silent fiends who creep up on unsuspecting, window-shopping witches and suck themselves a nice, cool soul margarita. Granted, the whole "demonic, scabby, soul-sucking" thing is right on the money, but the silent part? Not exactly.Dementor's Kiss4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
See, I know a thing or two about dementors. And believe me when I say that they can talk. Sure, they'll clam up when they're doing their business. Goes with the whole Grim Reaper thing. But nine times out of ten, they do talk. A lot.
And they never. Shut. Up.
Unless Upstairs, Downstairs is on, in which case we were afforded a few hours of blessed silence--only to be lulled into a false sense of security and bam! Enter migraines.
Twelve years of them, in my case. Well, eleven, actually. It was hell upon arrival, sure, but the real torture started when Phyllis was hired.
Here's another common misconception involving dementors: they
Molly's SurpriseA/N: First time ever writing Molly, Arthur, Bill, Charlie, and Percy. So...be nice? xDMolly's Surprise4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Word Count: 760
Molly gently laid Ginny down in her small crib and watched the little girl sleep for a few minutes. It had only been a couple of weeks since they brought their only daughter home, but she'd quickly become an angel.
Somehow it had been just the two of them that afternoon so Ginny had gone down for her nap easily. While the little girl slept, Molly decided to sneak downstairs to clean up the house a bit, knowing how messy it could get with six boys. But when she entered the kitchen, she was surprised to find Arthur there with all of their sons.
"You're not meant to be up!" Charlie whined when he spotted his mother standing in the doorway. The eight year old rushed over to his mother and tried to push her out the door, attempting to hide their surprise.
Lying out on the table was an assortment of Molly's favorite foods and a couple of pictures the tw
Harry Potter In 99 SecondsThere once was a boy named HarryHarry Potter In 99 Seconds4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Destined to be a star
His parents were killed by Voldemort
Who gave him a lightning scar
Yo Harry you a wizard
-The Sorcerer's Stone-
Harry goes to Hogwarts
He meets Ron and Hermione
McGonagall requires he play for Gryffindor
Draco is a daddy's boy
Quirrell becomes unemployed
The Sorcerer's stone is destroyed by Dumbledore
-The Chamber Of Secrets-
Ron breaks his wand
Now Ginny's gone
And Harry's in mortal danger
Tom Riddle hides his snake inside
His ginormous secret chamber
-The Prisoner Of Azkaban-
Harry blows up Aunt Marge
The dementors come and take charge
Lupin is a wolf
The rat's a man
And now the prisoner is at large
They use time travel so they can
Save the prisoner of Azkaban
Who just so happens to be Harry's Godfather
I don't really get it either
-The Goblet Of Fire-
Harry gets put in the
With dragons and mermaids
Edward Cullen gets slayed!
-The Order Of The Phoenix-
Hary, Hary, it's getting scary
teddy's hogwarts letterteddy's hogwarts letter3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland
Teddy came through the door in a rush, his letter gripped in his hand.
"I got it! I got it!" he said, doing a jump in the air.
Harry and Ginny were at the breakfast table with Gran, and in seconds their faces split into giant grins. James let out a roar of approval. Lily, covered in jam, giggled and clapped from her high chair, thoroughly amused by all the sounds coming from her brother.
"He got what?" Al asked.
"His Hogwarts letter!"
Al quietly smiled. Even at three he knew it was something good.
"I'm so proud of you, Teddy," said Gran, dabbing at her eyes with a napkin.
"Me too," said Harry, giving Teddy a warm smile.
Teddy suddenly felt his smile begin to fade. His hand went to the back of his head as he looked at the ground.
"What is it?" asked Ginny.
"I just... I wish my mum and dad could be here, you know?"
"They are," said Gran giving a gesture around them.
"Yeah, you kn
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
R is for RevengeSummary: A Harry Potter one-shot. With Charlie's help, six-year-old Ron gets some payback after one of Fred and George's pranks.R is for Revenge4 years ago in Humor More Like This
"No, Ron. L-M-N-O."
"Elemeno isn't a letter. It's L as in love, M as in magic, N as in nogtail and O as in owl."
Ron blinked. "Oh. Sorry."
"That's alright," Mrs. Weasley said wearily, waving her handit was the sort of mistake she had correct for each of his older brothers at one point. "Keep going."
"Um, L...M...N...O...um, O...O "
Ron jumped as Mrs. Weasley sighed, standing up. "Just a moment!" She turned back to her youngest son. "Just work on it until I get back," she instructed.
She left the room, trudging upstairs to where Ginny was screaming from her and Ron's bedroom. Ron turned back to the kitchen ta
Fish -100 Theme Challenge-Ginny's toes swished along the surface of the small pond, making the little fish glide and swerve away from the disturbance. Her eyes searched around her, looking for nothing in particular. She saw the beautiful streaks of red and yellow that glowed from the west, declaring another day almost done. She saw the Burrow, nesting in the long and waving grass that shivered in the breeze. She saw a tall figure walking towards herself and the pond. She looked down, at her freckles that were peppered all over her hands and arms. Her fire-y hair floated around in the wind, lacing intricate patterns in the air, and then coming back to rest, tangled and entwined. Ginny looked back at the figure, who was now standing above her. The figure sat down beside her, and he put his arm around her small, frail shoulders.Fish -100 Theme Challenge-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Are you nervous?"
"Only a little, Dad." Ginny replied with a weak smile.
She was lying. She was not only a little nervous. She was a lot nervous. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered,
A Rush to SafetyHermione turned and walked straight through the purple fire.A Rush to Safety4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a weird sensation: though she could see that she was standing in the flames, she couldn't feel anything except the icy potion that was coursing through her veins. She passed through the fire and opened the door before the potion could wear off, and she was back in the chamber with the passed out troll.
She ran very quickly across the chamber, holding her robes up to cover her nose as she got close to the troll. Once at the other side, she wrenched open the door to get to Ron and then to get Dumbledore.
Crossing the giant chess set, Hermione saw Ron still lying on the floor, not moving. She ran over to him as fast as she could, kneeling down next to him.
"Ron? Ron! Please wake up!" she said, some tears starting to fall down her cheeks. She shook Ron roughly, slapped his face, yet he still showed no signs of coming round.
"Oh please, please, don't be dead, Ron, come on," she continued, her tears falling freely. It
Tom Marvolo RiddleTOM MARVOLO RIDDLETom Marvolo Riddle4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
June 27th, 1936
I'm so confused now, I don't know what to believe what's real and what's fantasy anymore. This old git of a man, Dumble. . . something, hmmm Dumbledore, maybe. . yes that was it! He came by my orphanage today and told me things, strange things that I wouldn't believe, that is if odd things hadn't already been happening. I'm always make things happen that I could never explain. Not even if the answer was right in front of my face would I be able to explain these strange acts of, as Dumbledore called them, magic. Magic. Is that really even possible? I thought that magic was something that people did when they pulled rabbits out of hats, or, or, I don't know. Cut people in half with a saw and nothing happen to them? Never would I think that it meant people, like me, being able to talk to snakes, or if one of the other kids would push me or bump into me sometimes something just took control of me and something bad would happen to them. I never knew how or
I Choose YouI get it. You choose him.I Choose You8 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hermione had never heard Ron say something so untrue. As she ran out into the night after him, screaming his name, all she wanted to do was tell Ron that she did choose him. She always had.
This memory came to Hermione as she lay in her bed, with Ron snoring loudly beside her. The sun was beginning to peek through the blinds of the window, and the room was slowly bathed in golden light.
As she continued to watch Ron sleeping, even more memories came flooding into her mind to complement the one from the Horcrux hunt.
She was in fourth year, and she was standing at opposite sides of the common room from Ron. Both of them were extremely angry...
"How can you have gone to the ball with that git Krum? Ron was shouting at her.
Well, if you dont like it, you know what the solution is, dont you? It was naïve to the point of foolishness for her to believe that Ron actually did know what the solution was, but she shouted it a
Couch - A Drarry TaleHermione broke the couch.Couch - A Drarry Tale3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She hadn't meant to, of course, but it was what it was and what it was was that Hermione, 8 months pregnant, was a big unit and that couch was almost as old and she was.
It had taken two cups of herbal tea and all the flattery in the world to stem the unbelievable flow of tears that ensued but when she was finally gone, the couch was still broken.
Harry and Draco stood staring at it with a curious undertone of sadness.
"This is weird..." Harry finally murmured, "It's weird, right?"
Draco paused, "Well, we've had it since we moved in. We christened it that first night."
Harry smirked at the memory, "There was nothing holy about what we did on that couch."
Draco scoffed his agreement.
"We can just repair it." he suggested, flourishing his wand lazily.
Harry thought about it.
"I dunno. Maybe we could do with a new couch?"
Draco sighed, "Oh Merlin, this isn't going to turn into another one of your crusades for furniture that matches the apartment, is it?"
FLIRTING?Harry and Ginny were standing in the kitchen witnessing yet another bickering war between Ron and Hermione.FLIRTING?4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You can't mean that?" Ron bellowed
"Oh But I do"
"Quidditch isn't a waste of time; just because you can't play it doesn't mean you can call it that!"
"For your information I can play, Right Harry?"
"I'm staying out of this."
"Ginny?" she pleaded
"You are getting better but "
"But?" she bit angrily
"But this is between you and Ron, come on Harry let's leave these two to it then?"
"Anything to get out of here" he said following her out.
As they walked the grounds of the Burrows, Harry said "Thanks for getting me out there"
"You're welcome, they should just snog each other and get it over with."
"Yes you would have to be blind not to see how much they love each other."
"Good I thought I was going barmy."
"You might be just being friends with Ron."
"Might be going crazy because of you too" He thought but didn't say it. Instead he laughed it off and looked up i
GeminiThis was wrong. All wrong. It shouldn't be like this.Gemini4 years ago in Drama More Like This
George couldn't move. Once again he found himself sitting on his bed, staring out the window. Instead of looking at the surrounding field of wheat he saw a large white tent, much like the one that was erected at Bill's and Fluer's wedding. Now it stood as a reminder of happier times, before everything went to hell for George.
He found it odd that something that brought such joy and excitement before left his stomach in knots and his heart aching for it all to go away. He looked down at the wizards and witches that were lifting the tent and saw a familiar shock of red hair surrounding a shiny patch of skin.
George felt a stabbing sensation right where his heart was. Or where it used to be. He was an empty shell now. He walked around the house in a daze. Sometimes he wasn't even aware that he had actually moved. One time he had made it out to the marsh that surrounded The Burrow when his father tried to drag him back to the house, yel
My Felix ValentineHermione made her way downstairs, to the Great Hall, rather unwillingly that morning. This year, Valentine's Day was going to be particularly awful, and she knew it.My Felix Valentine4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ginny was sitting at the Gryffindor table when she got there; she was alone and looking prettier than usual.
'Hi, Hermione!' she greeted her, beaming.
'Hi, Ginny. Have plans, I see,' she pointed out, feeling happy for Ginny.
'Well, of course! It's Valentines, after all. Dean and I are going to Hogsmeade together.'
Ginny spotted Hermione's blue mood behind her sincere but faltering smile. 'And... what are you up to today?'
'What would you expect me to do?'
'Oh, I don't know, going on a date with McLaggen?' Ginny asked maliciously.
'Of course. I'll stay here; I've got a thousand of things to do.'
'Don't you want to join us later?'
Ginny seemed resolute against Hermione spending all the day alone. Probably not because she thought she would feel affected by not having a date on Valentine's Day, Hermione was b
Always... Book 1 Chapter 6Always... Book 1 Chapter 64 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next few weeks seem to slow to crawl. Severus soon found himself both dreading, and eagerly anticipating Thursday afternoons and the first year students that would stare silently up at him for two hours.
The Potter boy caused him particular distress. He absolutely hated looking into those green eyes, but nothing gave him more pleasure than to torment the son and spitting image of his childhood enemy.
His only respite from the turmoil that threatened to consume him, he found in his sixth year students. Particularly a bright, Slytherin girl named Ingrid Eastchurch.
She was a relatively thin girl with icy blue eyes, and short, white hair. Because she was a Slytherin, Snape was already predisposed to prefer her to his other N.E.W.T. students, but she really did possess an incredible talent for potion-making a talent that he hadn't seen since his own days at school.
As it was Halloween, classes had been released early, and most of the school was preparing to
Thorns: Rose and Scorpius Ch. 1Thorns: Rose and Scorpius Ch. 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter One - Scorpius Malfoy
I closed my eyes, content with the lazy day I was finally experiencing (and a day I had been looking forward to) since my O.W.L.S. ended. Albus was opposite me, in front of the coffee table, opening his new wizard chess set he got for Christmas--he had never had time to use it before. I smirked.
"Ready to lose, Al?"
He laughed. "Sure, I'll try so you can feel better about yourself."
I threw one of the pieces at him and grinned when it struck his head.
"Ow!" He chucked a knight at me, hitting me in the jaw. "Ow!"
Rose stepped into the Slytherin common room to find the two of us tackling each other, with Albus's glasses in my hand and poking his forehead with a chess piece. She laughed, which made us both look up (Albus with a small red mark on his forehead from the constant tapping of marble on it), and I knew my grin brightened at the sight of her--not that I would admit it, of course.
"You both are such children," she tried to scold us, but
Harry Potter versus TwilightHarry Potter versus TwilightHarry Potter versus Twilight6 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
One Last TimeOne Last Time4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Severus stood very still as Dumbledore walked past him, out the door, and down the revolving staircase to the griffin three floors below.
Snape was alone in Dumbledore's office.
He glared around at the many shiny, and very delicate instruments that lay on the small, rickety tables, and shelves all around the room. His eyes had just passed over the dilluminator, and an old snitch, when they fell upon a gold ring with a small black stone cut in a diamond shape. There was a triangle, and circle, and line set into the top of the stone. He caught his breath.
It had been years since he had heard his mother's sweet voice telling him the ancient tales, but he could still recite them by heart. There sat the Resurrection Stone of Cadmus Peverell.
He took a step closer, and reached out to touch it. After the slightest hesitation, he lifted it from its resting place on the table and held it in his hand. He tilted it closer to the light, and noticed a very fine crack cut diagonally on the face of t
GEORGE'S SONG TO FRED~*~Keep My Ear Company~*~GEORGE'S SONG TO FRED6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
-I know I can count on you
To keep my ear company
Until I can see it again.
-(And) I know that until I do,
You'll whisper your plans to me,
(So) Your great pranks and hijinx fall into my brain.
-We shared a face.
We shared a grin.
We shared the space
that we were living in.
-We shared each scheme.
We shared everything.
We shared each dream,
(and) you kept me dreaming.
-I know I can count on you
To keep my ear company
Until the day it returns to my head.
-(And) I know that until I'm through,
You'll whisper your plans to me,
Into that disembodied thing, won't ya, Fred.
-It's little thoughts like these
That keep me going.
It's everything knowing
I'll see you again.
-More mischievous than marauders, we
Were impishly impetuous,
And we turned the world on it's ear. (oh my ear)
-More gallivanting than gods were we.
Oh, the memories that I hold dear ...
Count for nothing when you are not here.
(But) I know I can co
Dramione: SolutionsDramione: SolutionsDramione: Solutions6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hermione broke off from the kiss with Draco to stare into the horrified faces of her friends. She started blushing, her face heating up until she thought that it would fry right off her skull.
"Uh, hey, guys," she said in a total trying-to-be-casual voice. "What's up?"
Harry and Ron just stared at her in total shock. Ron's face was starting to resemble a beet, and Harry's face what getting as white as paper. His mouth was open, and Hermione had to stop herself from telling him to close it before a fly flew into it. The moment was just too tense for that sort of humor.
Draco was still standing behind her, and Hermione turned around and looked at him with desperate eyes. She didn't know what to do here, and clearly her two best friends were having an episode. Draco normally knew what to do in these sorts of situations.
Draco saw the look and took over the situations. "Potter, Weasley, close your mouths before a fly makes them their home. Although I don't k
Welcome Home - DrarryI walked down the all too familiar street. I was surprised by how much the same everything looked despite it having been several years since I had been here. But I had my eyes on one house that towered over the others at the end of the street, a huge manor, that I knew from some experience was not nearly as unwelcoming and foreboding on the inside as it looked on the outside.Welcome Home - Drarry6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I stopped and sat down on a bench when I was maybe a block away to run over my plan. Wait plan? What plan? I had no plan! This was completely stupid. Why was I doing this? Would Draco even still love me? I still loved him, but that didn't mean that he hadn't found someone else to move on with his life with when I hadn't come back. Not wanting to think these disturbing thoughts, I sat back, closed my eyes, and let past memories wash over me, starting from Draco and my first kiss.
I was lying in a tree, eyes closed, relaxing after a grueling Potions test, when I heard a voice break through my p
Sirius Roxanna:Ch.1 RusSirius Roxanna:Ch.1 Rus5 years ago in Sketches More Like This
1. Остаток лета прошел крайне монотонно.Я спала практически целыми днями,и уже не могла дождаться когда же я наконец выберусь из этой дыры.Единственным более-мен
Severus Snape x ReaderHe lay looking at the sky, his hand clasped with ____________'s. His first year at Hogwarts had been wonderful.Severus Snape x Reader3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Severus?" she asked, her big eyes shining up at him. He glanced down at her.
"Yes?" he asked impatiently.
"Are you really my friend?" Her question was barely audible, but it was heard.
He opened his mouth to say something, but James Potter cut him off. "Well if Snivellus hasn't found a friend?"
Sirius laughed. "He hasn't got a friend; she's being paid, I'm sure."
Peter jeered from behind, while Remus chose to look at a fascinating, non-existant bird flying above.
"I'm his friend," she protested.
"Idiot Snivellus has charmed her hasn't he?" Sirius taunted.
"I have not!" Severus shouted.
"Don't lie to yourself, Snivellus. Who would even dream of being your friend?" James sneered.
"I would," ___________ snapped, taking Severus' hand again. "Come on Severus."
"I don't need your help," he yelled, jerking his hand away. "Stop being s