Real LifeOnce upon a time,
in a land far away,
a beautiful princess was born.
She had sky blue eyes
and golden hair
This isn't a fairytale!
this is life
And a girl was born
but she's not some fairytale princess
all green flashing eyes
and fire red hair
she jumped into life
and mouth open
-time goes by-
It's her 13th birthday
she shines like the sun
in pink chiffon & lace
haven't we gone over this?
life's not a fairytale!
not even close
It's her 13th birthday
but she glows like fire
in a t-shirt & jeans
and she couldn't be happier
-she grows older-
She whirls around
golden curls radiant
against the white ball gown
as she twirls
with her dashing Prince Charming
not even close, this time
because the boy our fireball dances with
isn't any Prince Charming
he's just a boy
trying to outlive
his family's legacy
with the d-r-e-a-m-s
of a new generation
in his eyes
This Girl"Bet I can beat you to the tree!"This Girl4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What? No way!" Lily smirked at my twin brother, Lorcan. "I bet you my Cornelius Agrippa chocolate frog card that I'll get there before you "
Lorcan's eyes bugged out. My brother is a bit of a freak when it comes to those trading cards. He's spent all of his money and my money, trying to obtain that one glorious card, ending up with a huge pile of throw-aways. "Deal!"
"IF!" Lily smiled a devilish smile. "If you lose, you'll have to buy me anything I want off of the candy cart for all my seven years at Hogwarts."
Lily turned to me, tying her long red hair up in a ponytail. "Lysander, can you go down to the tree and tell us who wins?"
I nodded, and shuffled over to the large oak tree on the other side of the Potter's backyard. "Alright, um READY!" Both got into their start positions. "SET! GO!"
Lorcan and Lily took off, running straight at me. Lily pulled a little ahead of my brother, which got him riled up. Knowing my brother he wasn'
OvershadowedYou're star-girlOvershadowed4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The middle child
By your beautiful older sister
And your charming younger brother
Even by your parents
The beautiful witch and the wizard who's a hero
(and bears the scars to prove it)
You're just star girl
And no one will ever care
He's a twin
(so he knows what it's like to share the spotlight)
& he has to live up to expectations too
Of his loony mother
And his brilliant father
(but it doesn't seem to bother him)
And everyone says you're perfect together
And you are
The picture perfect quiet couple
And then he's storm-boy
The boy with lightning in his eyes
And if anyone knows anything about expectations,
You feel free with him
No expectations at all
But he's got a happily- ever- after too...
Because she's flower-girl
(just like her mother)
(just like her father
Fractured FairytalesOnce upon a timeFractured Fairytales4 years ago in Romance More Like This
There was a girl
(that's you, darling)
and there was a boy
(there always is, isn't there)
you're pretty, and you know it
(and you're Lucy, so pretty's all you've got)
but for some reason
he chose you
&& you were w-o-n-d-e-r-f-u-l together
but perfect doesn't last long
(didn't you learn from RoseScorpius, darling?)
and, as it turns out
pretty was all you had
Not like her
she's pretty, too
but she's also funny charming smart
and just Lily
and darling, you just can't compete
So you're not really surprised when he tells you
"Luce, it's just not working out"
because he's right
and he never really loved you
(who cares if you loved him?)
So now instead of LucyLysander
Just remember, darling
that not all fairytales have a happy ending
if she's Juliet
and he's her Romeo
then that makes you Rosaline
and nobody cares about her
What's done is done, lover-girl
this story's over
the book is close
AlwaysYou never had much luck with boys, did you, Lily- flower?Always4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Well, that's what comes from being the youngest
All the older girls got the guys
and you were left with a broken heart
The first one
He was always so sweet
And you loved him (or, at least, you thought you did)
Bu turquoise clashes with strawberry
it looks better with white- blond
he never loved you, darling
it was always Teddy&Victoire
Then the next one
you never had a chance
you may be pretty, darling
but he's in love with your cousin
&& she's beautiful
he's already got a flower, darling
it was always Scorpius&Rose
The third one
well, you were close with this one
but Roxanne was always better than you
and he was too old anyway (who cares?)
but that didn't stop your heart from breaking again
when you found out
it was always Roxanne&Lorcan
And then the last one
Just when you thought you would never love again
he glided into your heart
and glued it back together
and he's so caring thoughtful sweet
Happily Ever AfterThey say happily- ever- afterHappily Ever After3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Only happens in fairy tales
But they're wrong
Because their story has one
He's curious, thoughtful, turquoise
She's curious, sweet, white- blond
&& they were best friends forever
He has a lot of friends
And even a few girlfriends
(she's not jealous! She's not!)
But he's only turquoise with her
And then on the last day of summer
They're sitting together under that big tree
Recalling happy times
In that way
That only old friends can do
He turns to look at her
And her breath catches in her throat
'cause through all the years she's known him,
he's never seen that look in his eyes before
But when he kisses her
She knows what that look meant
They say happily- ever- after
Only happens in fairy tales
But they're wrong
Because that's how their story ends
Harry's announcementThe sun was setting outside the burrow. All the Weasleys plus Harry and Hermione were gathered around the diner table, having just finished another one of Mrs.Weasley's fantastic meals. They all looked rather comfortable...except for Harry. He was nervously tapping his leg up and down against the floor, his face redder than the hair of the men around him. Death Eaters he could handle, but this? This was a whole other matter.Harry's announcement4 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was a few years after the war and Harry and Ginny had been living together for some time now. The news he had shouldn't be that much of a surprise to them but still... he was scared out of his wits. He felt someone kick him under the table and looked up to see Hermione give him a look. It clearly said, "Get on with it." Of course Ginny would have told her.
Harry slipped his wand out of his pocket and held it ready under the table. It was a good thing he was good at defensive magic, he had a feeling he woul
Boys in Books Molly Weasley always thought boys in books were better. They noticed the average girls. They made them feel special.Boys in Books4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Boys at Hogwarts, however, noticed the pretty girls. The average bookworms with freckles and muddy brown hair were forgotten. Molly Weasley was forgotten.
By her fifth year, Molly was use to seeing her best mates go off on Hogsmeade dates and pass notes with Colin Finnigan in Muggle Studies. She was use to being a spectator to others' romances. And sure, she wished she had a guy to hold her hand or walk her to class, but she had her books and as far as she was concerned they filled the void just fine.
When her cousin, Rose, was meeting Scorpius Malfoy at night during their patrols, Molly was curled up in her favorite armchair reading. While Roxanne snogged her boyfriend on the Quidditch pitch after yet another Gryffindor win, Molly was in the stands flipping through pages of her book. When Dominique was receivin
StarFlowerFlowers are pretty, aren't they?StarFlower4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Bu you don't really like them, do you?
Sure, they're pretty
But they're not beautiful
Everyone likes them
And they expect you to
But you don't
For example, there are roses
sososo cliché (just the sorta thing you hate)
that deep dark red, so pretty
those smooth, soft petals, so soft
but roses have thorns
(and who likes thorns?)
Then, there are lilies
They're pretty, too
That strawberry pink shade
And they don't have thorns
But flowers die so quickly
You've just started to enjoy them
when they fade
don't be so picky, boy
if you don't like roses or lilies
what do you like?
You don't like flowers at all?
Oh, I understand
You like stars
That makes sense
After all, you're named after them
Stars are distant, but still visible
and when you take the time to look at them
sparkling, glittering, wonderful
just like her
(of yes, there's a girl. there's a
Take it From the Expert James Potter sat sprawled under a big tree in the Transfiguration Courtyard. He was looking dolefully over at Lily Evans, having been turned down- again. He heaved a great sigh, when suddenly-Take it From the Expert3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Ah, quit moping, won't you, mate?"
A voice sounded from above James' head, and he looked up quickly to see Sirius Black smirking at him from a high up branch. James yelped as Sirius jumped down, showering him with twigs.
"Nice knowing I have privacy," said James ruefully, rubbing a spot on his head where a particularly large twig had hit him.
"Honestly, Prongs, you're being right pathetic. You aren't going about it the right way, girls don't like arrogant 'toerags'," proclaimed Sirius with the air of one who had much experience in the subject. "Don't talk yourself up, just act like you don't care about her one way or the other. Be rude. Be indifferent. She'll be jealous, trust me- she'll be begging you for
Harry Potter Sorting Contest Entry-Scorpius Malfoy"MALFOY, SCORPIUS!"Harry Potter Sorting Contest Entry-Scorpius Malfoy4 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
A Bottle of Felix Felicis"Just swish your wand like- No, don't jab- Ahh, just- No! No no no, don't do that, that's how you-"A Bottle of Felix Felicis3 years ago in Romance More Like This
FWOOM. There was a collective groan as the Gryffindor common room was suddenly covered in a foul liquid.
"-Released the Stinksap last time." James sighed as he leaned back in his chair and passed a hand over his eyes.
"Sorry!" squeaked Lily as she raised her wand, wincing, to clear the mess. She paused suddenly, and turned around, eyes twinkling. "Actually, why don't you try?"
James started a bit and looked around wildly. He shrank a bit under the baleful glare of every Gryffindor in the room, and said uncertainly, "Um alright " He slashed his wand in the general direction of the room and pronounced, "Scourgify?" before Lily even had time to shout "WAIT!"
POOF. Now there was confetti on top of the Stinksap.
"Scourgify," said Lily hastily, and she turned back to James, who had collapsed into his chair again. "See, twirl it, don't slash."
"I just can't do it!" fumed James, wavin
That HufflepuffPoor, poor boyThat Hufflepuff3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You never get the girl, do you?
Surrounded by your dashing cousins
Loud, silly, attractive, likeable, funny
And the little Hufflepuff
well, who cares about him?
Certainly not her!
She's the bold one
The first Gryffindor in her family for centuries
Her hair is fire-red
And you think she's beautiful, don't you,
But she'll never go for you (right?)
But then the impossible happens
And she shows up at your door
Tears p o u r i n g down her face
Slowly, the story comes out
How she ran away from home
And she doesn't know what to do
& she's sobbing
And you're holding her
(which is terrifying for you, little Hufflepuff)
and then she's kissing you
And, you know?
Being in Hufflepuff doesn't really bother you anymore.
The come and go room.The last thing Ron remembered was Hermione's face and the feel of her hand in his. He had been so tired, he knew what was going to happen next, he was going to die, but it was okay. He had lived a full life, if not very long one, and he was going to see Fred again. The thought put a simle on his face, he missed Fred. So he drank his fill of Hermione's face and closed his eyes. Sirius had been right when he told Harry death was quicker and easier than falling asleep.The come and go room.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When he woke up he was surprised to find himself in the room of requirement as it had been when Dumbledore's Army had been forced to stay in it. Light came from nowhere and yet everywhere, the air itself seemed to glow. He looked down at himself and was even more surprised to find himself in full Hogwarts robes, tattered from being handed down from brother to brother. He reached up to feel his face and found that it to had returned to his Hogwarts days, free of wrinkles and scars gained from years of hard auror w
Leaves The back yard is littered with splashes of red and orange and gold, fallen from the ancient trees that line the back fence and that were missed when James did the raking earlier. Lily stomps through them on her way to the gate, delighting in the crisp crunching sound they make under her shoes. Autumn has come early this year, invading the last few days of August with its chill; in just two days, she'll be back at Hogwarts for her sixth year, with all the friends that she has missed over the summer.Leaves3 years ago in Humor More Like This
The gate swings open before she reaches it and Albus stumbles through, his cheeks red from the cold and his feet clumsy from laughter. Behind him, Scorpius follows, hands in his pockets and a sly smirk on his face that tells Lily that he is the source of Al's amusement.
Her brother strides up to her with a smile and hugs her tight, lifting her off her feet and spinning her around as though he hasn't seen her in weeks. Then he drops her in a mound of
Two Potters and an Empty Portrait "Ah, James, Sirius! So glad you could make it. Come in, come in!" Slughorn ushered the two boys inside and waved his hand airily around the suspiciously large office. "Make yourselves at home Yes, yes Now, I've been meaning to ask you, how did the, uh " his voice lowered, "Felix Felicis work for you?"Two Potters and an Empty Portrait3 years ago in Romance More Like This
James smiled. So that was the cause for the overly warm welcome. "Oh, it went interestingly "
The vague answer seemed to stir Slughorn a bit, and he frowned. "Now then, my boy, seeing as I was the one who got you the luck in the first place, I think I deserve to know, eh?"
"Well, I- Alright " James said hesitantly.
Slughorn beamed at him, and said, "Oh, but where are my manners? Come on and sit down, and tell me all about it." He guided them to a corner of the room where a trio of plush chairs stood. He indicated for them to sit down, and said encouragingly, "Now then
GirlRoxanne Weasley sat at the Gryffindor table early Saturday morning, already scarffing down her pancakes and strawberries. Alongside her, the rest of the Quidditch team relaxed awaiting the game against Hufflepuff. Normally a Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff match wouldn't be very exciting, what with one team being superiorly better. But today was Hugo Weasley's first game. Playing for Hufflepuff. You see, Hugo had received some good Quidditch genes from his father and from the gossip around school he was one hell of a keeper. The Gryffindors had spent too much time, in Roxanne's opinion, on the pitch flying back and forth, doing drills, and getting covered in a thick coat of mud. She was ready. She didn't need to spend 2 hours everyday hitting bludgers. She was perfectly fine. But no, James insisted on extra practices. He wasn't going to take any chances.Girl4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oi, look over there," Leo Thomas, a sixth year, nudged James. "It's that Mariela chick from the year below."
"I see her," Jame
HP 100 - Cupcakes2. CupcakesHP 100 - Cupcakes4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Rose loved cupcakes.
She had told him so a hundred times. When they walked through Diagon Alley before term, admiring the masterpieces of Madam Miel who ran the Candide Candies shop, during desserts at Hogwarts, and whenever they went to Honeydukes on the Hogsmeade weekends. He had listened to her politely while she raved on about the different icings, cream colours and consistency of wheat dough, but honestly couldn´t quite understand what it was that made her so crazy about them.
Today, however, he was glad that she had showered him so often with her declarations of obsession, because he didn´t have to think long on what to get her for her birthday. Being a smart and confident Ravenclaw, he hadn´t even considered buying them, because he had heard Rose lecture him often enough about the secrets of baking and of course a true gift from the heart had to be handmade. Besides, he was a good enough chef when it came to magical cooking, so it
The King's New Adventure -Harry Potter Fan FicHe was their king, their heart, their soul. In an ironic way it made sense that he was the first to go. It was life testing Harry yet again, pushing him to his limits, seeing how far he could bend before he breaks. Ron was the first good person life gave Harry, of course he would be the first one it would take away after so many years of happiness.The King's New Adventure -Harry Potter Fan Fic4 years ago in Drama More Like This
The small bedroom was full of loved ones. Rose occupied one corner with her new husband, Scorpius. She was crying loudly into his shoulder while he rubbed her belly, swollen with the grandchild that Ron would never meet. Hugo stood next to his mother by the bed. His face was blank, as if he couldn't quite process what was happening. Hermione, on the other hand, was surprisingly calm. As Harry watched her she walked over to Ron's bed and sat down beside him, cradling his hand in hers. When she looked up at Harry she was smiling.
A sudden wave of anger rushed through Harry. How dare she be so calm? Didn't she understand? Ron was about to leave
A Sleepless Night"Daddy?"A Sleepless Night4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The voice came quietly but perfectly audibly through the darkness and Ron sighed slightly as he opened the door to his daughter's bedroom.
"Rosie? what are you still doing up sweetheart?"
In the orange glow of her night lamp, he could just see her peeking out from the top of her bed clothes, a pale little face under her curly mop of red hair, her brown eyes with the wide, glazed look of someone tired beyond sleepiness. They blinked slowly as she answered.
"I couldn't sleep could you tell me a story?"
He sighed again and rubbed a hand exhaustedly over his face, but he knew better than to refuse. If Rose said she couldn't sleep without a story then she couldn't sleep without a story, just lie awake and come down the next morning in an almost hypnotic state that was hard to get her out of.
"Just a short one, then. Do you want anything to drink?"
She considered for a moment, puckering up her eyebrows, biting her lip and looking exactly like her mother for a minute be
HP 100 - Bedspread7. BedspreadHP 100 - Bedspread4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Dusty sunlight filled the bedroom slowly and covered all things inside with a soft glow. Unfortunately nobody noticed this silent magic, since both inhabitants of the king-size bed were fully asleep.
After some time, a thin finger of warmth reached Draco´s nose-tip. He furrowed his brow but kept taking deep and regular breaths. Astoria shifted slightly beside him which resulted in her elbow resting against his delicate chin. His frown deepened noticeably and an uncharacteristic snore escaped his lips. Awakened by this rude sound, his eyelids started to flutter and consciousness began to invade his formerly peaceful body.
At once an avalanche of perceptions washed over him: The unbearably bright sunlight, the birds singing outside, his right arm being smothered by himself and of course, that offensive specimen of bone stabbing his face.
He turned onto his back - a movement that lead to even more unbidden consciousness and made him remember the answers to the que
What makes a Weasley WomanWhat makes a Weasley Woman3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Three things make a Weasley Woman; Freckles, Brown eyes, and Red hair. Molly Weasley had all three, and all three were passed down to her granddaughters.
Victoire Weasley had a perfect face, which one might argue was obscured behind her freckles. Teddy Lupin did not agree, he thought her freckles wonderful. More often than not, he'd get a bit carried away trying to count them.
"Hogsmede, Teddy. Are you even listening?"
"59." 59 freckles on the left side of her face. he told himself it wasn't creepy to count them.
"What?" she looked utterly perplexed. "Were you listening?"
"Si, senorita?" he said, in a thick french accent.
"That was Spanish, Lupin, not French. Nice try, though." she said with a snort.
"Er, your eyes are like pomme de terres?"
"You think I have potato eyes?"
"Oh, for the love of Merlin " sighed Teddy, giving up at last.
Roxanne Weasley inherited Molly's eyes; Big, long-la
Five Times That the Weasleys Missed PercySummary: A Harry Potter one-shot, featuring five times that the Weasleys missed Percy and one time when they didn't have to anymore. Contains cursing, slight sexual references and character death. Canon compliant. Complete.Five Times That the Weasleys Missed Percy2 years ago in Drama More Like This
(Five Times That the Weasleys Missed Percy...)
Arthur was slowly cleaning out his desk, getting ready for his move to the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects.
He was feeling a touch nostalgic, to be honest. He had always loved working for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.
He took the last spark plugs out of his drawer and placed it carefully in the box with his other things, turning his attention to the top of his desk. There wasn't much there that needed moving, except for the picture of his family. He picked it up for a moment and smiled to himselfmore nostalgia, as the photo was a few years old, with Molly having a different hairstyle and Ron being