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
My Harry Potter TributeWhen the battle is overMy Harry Potter Tribute3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
And our enemy falls
We'll walk down her Hallow halls
The ones who seen us a very first day
And the ones who seen us off our last
Whether we be young, old , Feeble or strong
We'll all join hands to sing our song:
Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald,
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling,
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.
And with a parting sorrow
Remember for tomorrow :
" Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home."
~ J. K Rowling
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
The Fangirls Must DieDraco Malfoy sat down at the muggle contraption, "Harry? Why have you brought me here?"The Fangirls Must Die3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harry just rolled his eyes, "Draco, I told you already! There are muggles out there who bought J.K. Rowling's books and they have a sick sense of humor!"
"So you've brought me to a muggle library?" Draco raised a skeptical eyebrow at the books around him. He hated books.
"This is the only place I could get a computer. Now, hush up!" Harry started hitting keys and a website popped up, "This is called fanfiction. Where muggle fangirls post stories about people at Hogwarts pairing up and they get super graphic! There's everything from Hermoine and you," Draco snorted disgustedly, "To Ron and Luna, to YOU AND ME!"
Draco jumped out of his chair and pointed his wand at the computer, "You will die you blasted muggle machine!"
Harry pulled Draco back into his seat, "Shut up, you moron, you can't just blow up the computer and expect the stories to go away! They're on the internet and they'll be there forever
Lucius Malfoy's Shopping TripLucius Malfoy was strolling happily down Diagon Alley. Scratch that. A Malfoy didn't 'stroll', it was more accurate to say he was 'strutting' or 'swaggering'. That sounded better. Lucius Malfoy was strutting down Diagon Alley, not particularly looking for anything, but he just felt like seeing what there was to see. He was passing a certain little road-side stand when something caught his eye.Lucius Malfoy's Shopping Trip3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The silver snake head with ruby eyes gleamed on the end of the long, ebony black cane. Lucius picked it up and examined it. It was perfect. For what, he wasn't sure, but all he knew was, he liked it. The owner popped up from behind the stand, "Oi! No touching the merchandise!" The grubby little man exclaimed, until he saw who it was that was touching the merchandise, "Oh, sorry Mr. Malfoy. Do you like that? It's real rubies and the silver and wood are reinforced with enchantments to keep from scratching or breaking. And watch," the owner took the cane back, pulled the snake head off, and indicati
How to Say Goodbye?All was well.How to Say Goodbye?3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I've read these three words aloud and flipped through the remaining pages of the book, hoping that there will be another chapter. But the pages that followed it are empty and the last two pages are dedicated to the author and the illustrator.
"That's it?" I said. "That's it," said the boy who is sitting next to me. He just smiled and his green eyes gleamed at me (it gave me goose bumps). This boy have been with me since I was eleven We were both eleven. I could not imagine him leaving after all these years. But now, I have to accept that he really is leaving.
It seems like yesterday that he had been told by a giant named Hagrid that he was a wizard and now he finally defeated the Dark Lord. "Why so glum? I thought you will be happy for me now that I've defeated Voldemort," he said. "I know It's just I couldn't believe it is over," I said. "All stories have endings, you know that," he said "and it turned out to be a happy ending like you've expected, right?" I no
Thank You, Harry PotterHere it is, Friday July 15th 2011.Thank You, Harry Potter3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I was hoping this day would never come but I knew it would whether I wished it or not. When I would be walking into that theater & sitting in that seat, feeling those excited goosebumps one last time as the music plays to the opening of the movie about the boy who lived.
In November 2001, I was only 13 years old when I sat all dressed up in my Hogwarts garb, eyes wider than tea saucers as the familiar music played, something I would never forget as I watched Harry Potter & the Sorcerer's Stone. I've never missed an opening night for Harry Potter. I was there in 2002 (Chamber of Secrets); 2004 (Prisoner of Azkaban); 2005 (Goblet of Fire); 2007 (Order of the Phoenix); 2009 (Half Blood Prince) & 2010 (Deathly Hallows Part 1). & of course in between films I was reading the books as well.
I was 12 years old when I fell in love with the books. I spent the rest of my summer reading books 1-4. & I didn't want to go to middle school either. I wished every nigh
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
'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
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
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
Padfoot and Prongs: Moving InPadfoot and Prongs: Moving In2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It had been a long hot day. James's hair stuck to the back of his neck as he walked down the path to the gate in front of his parent's cottage. He leaned over it, sighing, as there was no sign of life moving along the dirt road. The wind was picking up now, rolling across the field that bordered the road, rippling it as though it were a great golden ocean. Dark clouds were appearing on the horizon, framing the gold with dark blue. James looked over into Mrs. Wittle's yard, where the well endowed Mrs. Wittle herself was hastily pulling down her laundry in anticipation of the impending storm. She glanced at the clouds worryingly as she pulled down her last pair of pinstriped knickers, catching James in her eyesight and waving. James waved back, watching as she turned and collected her lawn gnomes and took them inside with her. James turned his attention back to the road, ruffling his hair in the wind. No sign of Sirius yet, but his excitement was mounting as the clouds approached. The da
100 Things Not To Do in HP100 Things Not to Do Should You Ever Find Yourself in the Harry Potter Series100 Things Not To Do in HP9 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Never use a permenant black (or red) sharpie marker draw a Dark Mark on your or someone else's arm as a joke. (This means you CEH...)
2. Don't give Remus a flea collar or any other type of anti-flea merchandise as a gift.
3. Don't hug Fenrir on full moon. (Sorry. Had to put this as part of an inside joke...)
4. Never EVER discuss Voldemort's family history with him.
5. Don't refer to Severus as "Snapie-poo", especially not to his face.
6. Don't REALLY give Dumbledore acid pops! He doesn't enjoy them! That was just the password! O.O
7. Don't ask McGonagall how often she gets hairballs.
8. Don't try to have a staring contest with a basilisk.
9. Don't try to wear a lethifold. (a cloak-like monster that eats people. My online friend told me about this one...)
10. Don't call him Muffin or he'll nail you to the door.
11. Don't bring a My First Chemistry Set to potions class.
12. Don't dance around singing the Po
Tom Marvolo RiddleTOM MARVOLO RIDDLETom Marvolo Riddle3 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
DistractedHermione was spending Easter Holidays at the Burrow along with her parents. She didn't want to spend Easter away from them, not now that things seemed to be getting back to normal, but she didn't want to spend Easter away from Ron either, so she was ecstatic (and more than a little surprised if she was honest with herself) when her parents agreed with her suggestion to spend Easter at the Burrow.Distracted3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Currently she was cuddled up on the sofa revising for her N.E.W.T.s. Arthur and Molly had taken her parents to Diagon Alley to show them around and would be back in the evening, Harry and Ginny had gone out for a walk, George was at the shop, and Ron was taking a shower.
She was so engrossed in her studying that she didn't hear Ron entering the room, creeping behind her and grabbing the book out of her hands.
"Ron! Firstly, don't do that! You nearly gave me a heart-attack! And secondly, give me my book back!"
"I think you've done enough studying for today Hermione."
She stood and marched over
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
Thank you for everything, JKRThe lights dim as I sit on the comfortable couch in the Campus Theatre in Lewisburg, Pennsylvania. It's November 2001, I am seven years old, and about to be introduced to one of the most amazing worlds I have ever discovered in my life. After beeing swept up into the world of Harry Potter for two hours I raced home, put on my dress-up cape and grabbed the broomstick I used for Hallowe'en the month before. In the dining room, before my mother, I place the broom on the ground and hold my open hand over it, saying, "Up! Up!"Thank you for everything, JKR3 years ago in Letters More Like This
I was hooked from the start. Yes, I will admit that I am slightly ashamed to have been introduced to this series through the first movie, but I rest assured that after that I read the books before seeing any of the following movies. We bought the first four books that were released and I read and reread them, eagerly awaiting the next. My fifth book I bought while on holiday in Japan (using up almost all of the Yen allowance I was given). That holiday I had so
Dear GeorgeDear George,Dear George2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I know that you are wondering whatever to that letter Mum told you to write. You think that you might have lost it, might have thrown it away on accident, or that Mum has it somewhere. But honestly, isn't that all a bit stupid, George?
I have it. You might think that this is a cruel prank that Ron is pulling on you, but it's not. Fred Weasley is the only one who makes cruel pranks. Yes George, Fred the perfect angel has it. I've been reading it non-stop. I just can't stop reading it.
I realized that things would be different when I died. Everything about you would be different, and that was the one thing on my mind when I died. How you would be alone, how you wouldn't be a twin anymore. I ruined our plans of dying at the exact same moment. Nobody would hear anything from the more handsome and charismatic twin ever again.
It's quite fun up here, actually. Tonks and I have to constantly remind Lupin that he is now with his friends and now he won't be turning in to any wolf a