HP GoF: week one.September 1, 1994HP GoF: week one.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Tri-Wizard Tournament was a seen as a game of chance and wit but it was truly one for survival. This year, Hogwarts would play host to the exciting game. Selected students from Durmstrang Institute and Beaxbaton Academy of Magic would join Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry starting at the end of October, and would participate as well, giving a fresh air of competition among the occupants of the old Scottish castle. Participants were chosen through a special ritual involving the Goblet of Fire, a magnificently decorated chalice, and were required to be of age.
The event was announced the first night after dinner in Dumbledore's usual 'start of term' speech. Many of the first years had been frightened, their first night at Hogwarts already beginning with an unnatural rush of high adrenaline. It was quite the exciting matter for the older students, however, as it was a nice change from the other years of their schooling.
Strange, dark things had a habit of t
The Start of Unity -FanfictionThe Start of Unity -Fanfiction5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
THE START OF UNITY
Scorpius sent a curious look towards the group of adults that his father had just nodded to, wondering who they were. There sure were a lot of them, and a lot of red-headed children. Scorpius sidled closer to his parents while they stood in the steam of the Hogwarts Express on Platform 9¾, waiting for the signal to board.
"Do I have to go?" Scorpius asked nervously.
Draco looked down at his son and withheld a sigh. "We've talked about this, Scorpius. You'll do fine at Hogwarts."
Scorpius chewed on his bottom lip and responded quietly. "It's just what if I get put in the wrong house? What if the other kids don't like me? What if "
"Darling," Astoria soothed, kneeling in front of her smaller than average son, placing her hands on his shoulders. "We don't care what house you're sorted into. We'll be proud no matter where you go, and the ot
Gems of Black and of GreenGems of Black and of Green4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
STOP! Before you read on I suggest you go listen to: "The bravest man I ever knew" by Ministry of Magic, "Snape Vs. Snape" by Ministry of Magic, and "Lily" by Ministry of magic. I believe they set the mood for the story because they were what I was listening to while writing this fic. Plus they are wonderful songs even if they are a little to up beat for this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, because if I did Severus would have died in the arms of someone who loved him.
She hovered over her body watching as a stone man crumbled.
Really she shouldn't care, he had called her a mud-blood, it had been years since then. But it still stung, still made her so angry, and she could still feel her wounded pride. She still was angry at him; unfinished business and all that maybe she wanted to punch him. Perhaps that was why she hadn't passed on yet.
Then again she doubted he was the reason. No, it had everything to do with the screaming baby in the crib behind the sobbing ma
Always... Book 1 Chapter 12Always... Book 1 Chapter 123 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And then it was over.
The Potter boy caught the snitch so fast that it seemed like Snape had barely kicked off the ground. In reality, there had been about 5 minutes of gameplay, but it would probably go down as one of the shortest games in Hogwarts Quidditch history.
Snape felt disappointment sink into his stomach as he descended through the air. He had a slight nagging feeling that trying to stop the jinx on Potter's broom wasn't enough to pay back his life-debt to James, and he had been hoping to do more to cancel that out. I suppose that I shall have to be content with this.
He spat on the ground as he dismounted.
Looking up, he saw the Headmaster rising from his seat, and the old man nodded his head once at Snape, then turned his attention to Professor McGonagall, who was undoubtedly extolling the virtues of her teams newest member.
Catching the sight of a purple turban, and the disappointed face under it, Snape immediately stormed off the pitch.
There was something going o
The Map Never LiesThe MakersThe Map Never Lies4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"We should write a map."
James looked up from his half-hearted effort of an essay and watched Sirius carefully. "A map of what?"
"Of the school, of course. We've learned so much about it by wandering so much at full moons."
"Why would we do that? We know all the secret passages by heart."
Sirius swung his legs over the side of the couch and sat up. "No, James, I'm bloody brilliant. It can be our legacy or whatever. A map, by the four greatest troublemakers that Hogwarts has ever seen." His eyes were glazing over, and James knew that Sirius was no longer aware of his existence. He got this way when he had an idea. "It will show every secret passage out of the castle, especially the ones that Filch doesn't know about. And it can only be read by those who will use it for its proper purpose."
James was quite sure that, this time, his friend had come co
You Can't Leave YetSirius' POVYou Can't Leave Yet4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's Halloween. And I'm sitting here in my parents' house alone, wishing with all my might that I had somewhere better to be. Dumbledore wants to keep me locked up in here so that Voldemort can't get to me, and James and Lily back him up with a fierceness that makes me angry at times, but at others makes me thankful that I have such caring friends. But Dumbledore doesn't know. He has no idea that I begged James and Lily to make Peter the Secret-Keeper. I want them to be safe so badly that I don't trust myself with that secret. They were hesitant, but I wouldn't let them say "No." So Peter was made the Potter's Secret-Keeper. Only he knows the location of James and Lily's house. Even I have forgotten where it is exactly because that is part of the spell.
All of a sudden, the fire in the hearth crackle
Our Final Goodbyes.Our Final Goodbyes.4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I couldn't believe it. James wrapped an arm around me, and I completely lost it. If we hadn't been dating since the beginning of the year, I would've pondered why James was here with me. He hugged me close and let me cry onto his shoulder, Remus holding onto my other hand for comfort. Right now, all I wanted to do was shrivel up into a ball and die. Especially with the looks Tuney kept shooting in my direction, as if this was all my fault. Vernon was with her, the whale doing nothing to ease the obvious pain my sister was feeling. I couldn't believe it. Mum and Dad had been found at home, dead. Nobody's entirely sure who did it, but by the rather obvious looks of it, they had been tortured to death by Death Eaters. I was a little surprised with how James reacted when he found out. He'd been planning to be an Auror since we were twelve, and this seemed to ignite the passion for the job, wanting to avenge my parents' death. I didn't object in any way. Though I don't plan on being an Auro
The Alchemist - Chapter 1The AlchemistThe Alchemist - Chapter 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Author: Lily Evans-Snape (aka northangel27)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Universe or any of the characters therein, so thank-you Ms. Rowling for letting me play with them on occasion.
The chill darkness of the Halloween night pressed in oppressively on the darkly cloaked figure as it slipped silently through the graves of the old graveyard toward the black ribbon of the road beyond. The night was a clear one, but unseasonably cold. The occasional wisp of a cloud skittered past the full moon that shimmered above the black line of trees to the north, but they were not enough to obscure the silvery light that illumined the mans way. In the distance the warm glow of a cottage pierced through the night. To all appearances, an idyllic and inviting scene, but something stirred within him, and he hurried his pace, willing the lights to stay lit, willing the warmth and security that they represented to continue to glow, just until he could be sure, jus
You belong with me- Chap. 15 The rest of the first week of school went by quicker than expected, and son every student at Hogwarts had gotten used to the life at the castle again. Many of them, Sam and Eli among them, were already wondering when would the Quidditch teams' try outs begin, and which house would have the best team this year, while James Potter assured anyone who wouls listen that Gryffindor would be the champion again thanks to his amazing and innate gift as a chaser, and of course, thanks to the rest of the team which was also very good. Lily, as it was usual, didn't pay much attention to all that sports chatter; of course she was really happy whenever the lions won, and she had fun at the matches too, but she wasn't that much into it as the ninety per cent of the school's magical population was. Besides, those days she had another worry in her mind: Remus. After that night they had met him leaving the Common Room, looking as if he was terribly ill, she hadn't seeYou belong with me- Chap. 154 years ago in Romance More Like This
Care IICare II4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Minerva must have fallen asleep because she was woken up by the sound of something glass hitting the ground.
Shooting up from the chair she grabbed her wand and looked wildly around the room. Still a bit groggy she walked across the room and stood by his bed trying to adjust to the light she cast a simple spell to reignite the fire.
Once she could see at least somewhat she began to examine him. Only to be almost knocked over when his arm shot out and tried to grab the glass of water from the side of the bed, nearly knocking over another one of the potion filled vials.
Minerva quickly caught the vial before turning to Severus.
"Severus, are you finally awake?"
Fevered black eyes stared back at him "no I'm sleeping with my eyes open, it's truly a useful skill." Minerva bristled really did he always have to be so sarcastic? It was fairly off settling.
"How are you feeling?"
Severus glared up at her "fine. Now you can go. Go back to your precious Gryffindor's surely they are lost wi
Love potion - Harry PotterLove potion - Harry Potter5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Lily, are you sure you're alright up there?"
"I'm not quite sure anymore."
"Why from all the people him?"
"How often do I have to tell you it wasn't on purpose?"
"Yeah right. Why don't you tattle on him?"
"They'd think, a murder had taken place here, if they'd find him." She gestured towards the dorm room. It looked like hell. Almost every pillow and every blanket laid on the floor, the curtains were ripped at their edges and clothes were shattered over the place. And also there was a young man with black hair laying on her bed, sleeping peacefully, not recognizing the trouble he caused.
On the bedside table laid glasses.
Every single time James had to give her a hard time. It seemed he did everything to annoy her on purpose.
But in that moment he wasn't Prongs nor the chase of the Quidditch team nor the head boy. He was just a sleeping boy, who seemed not being able to be responsible for all the mess he caused.
All this was a nightmare. In the middle of the night he skipp
Loyal, Impulsive...MaraudersSecond YearLoyal, Impulsive...Marauders4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Sirius! Peter! I've got it!" James hissed excitedly, dropping a large book on the table where they had spread out their homework.
"I've figured out why Remus keeps disappearing!"
Peter looked confused. "His mum has some long-lasting illness, doesn't she?"
"Peter, don't you find it odd that Remus' mum gets deathly ill exactly once a month?"
"Yeah. And he disappears for two days and comes back looking like he was in a fight with one of Hagrid's monsters."
"More like all of them," Sirius said, now interested. "And keep your voice down, Madam Pince is dying to throw me out of here."
"Right, so I got this bizarre hunch, and I checked the lunar calendar against the days that he's missed. He's always gone on the full moon!"
It took a moment for that to sink in, and Sirius' eyes grew huge, filled with excitement . "No... there's no way "
Superior -Draco Malfoy-Superior [Draco Malfoy ]Superior -Draco Malfoy-5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's disgusting how you let yourself be seen with those blood traitors and that mudblood Granger!"
I gave a sour look to my text book as an all too familiar blonde sat down beside me. I gently folded the book shut and turned my attention to the distasteful look on his face; propping my head up on the table.
"Yes Draco, it's such a shame that not all of the upper class is as small minded as you and your family."
He scowled at me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders purposely to irritate me. I tried to shrug him off but that only encouraged him to dig his fingers into my shoulder blade. His little visits were becoming more frequent and even more annoying. Whenever I found a spare moment to get some extra studying done or even on the way to classes I didn't have with my friends he would just waltz up and make pathetic small talk.
He glared at me and retracted his arm from my shoulders. I ignored his look and opened my study book again. Before he so rudely inter
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
Dumbledore's FarewellIt was a warm summer evening. Severus Snape was standing at the window looking into a fiery sunset when he heard someone at the door. He knew immediately who his visitor was, and what he had come for.Dumbledore's Farewell4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Is it time?" Snape asked, without averting his gaze.
"Yes, Severus. It is time," said Albus Dumbledore. "I am leaving soon, and if I return, I fear there will be little time for goodbyes." He spoke in a light and matter-of-fact voice that did not match the seriousness of his words, as if he might have been talking about a Quidditch match, or his favourite jelly bean flavour.
Snape turned around, despair and revulsion etched into his pale features. "Then I must do it?"
Dumbledore nodded. "It is the only way."
Snape looked at him for a long moment in silent defiance. The old man held his gaze firmly. His face was more lined than before, and the curse had taken a visible toll on his body, but he had lost none of his dignity and vigour. Finally, Snape caved in. "As you wish," he said flatly.
10 Facts About Roxanne Weasley10 Facts About Roxanne Weasley4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1. She was just like her mum.
They both loved quidditch, laid back, and somewhat tomboyish. Roxanne and Angelina even shared the same favorite color, purple.
I guess you could say this was a good thing. Roxanne loved her mum and they had a good relationship. It wasn't a touchy, feely relationship though where they shared their feelings and talked about Roxanne's teenage drama. They just had fun together more like friends than mother and daughter. Her relationship with her father was very similar.
Some day's her parents would just blow off all responsibilities and the whole family would go on a picnic or play quidditch.
2. She hated when things got sad or uncomfortable.
This didn't happen very often in her house but when it Roxanne felt awkward. Usually it happened when someone mentioned the Battle of Hogwarts or her late Uncle and brothers namesake, Fred Weasley I. Roxanne also found it kind of awkward that her mother had dated her Uncle before marrying her father
A Marauder New YearA/N: Remus/Sirius and James/LilyA Marauder New Year5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
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"Where are they now?"
Remus looked up from his book to find Lily staring at the portrait hole. He knew who she was referring to but didn't think she'd pay attention to anything he had to say. It wasn't that she was ignoring him. No, she was just worried that her boyfriend, the Head Boy, was doing something irresponsible.
Remus couldn't help but chuckle at that very thought.
James had been a foolish boy who would hex anyone in the vicinity in he so chose to. But now, now he was a foolish boy who thought before he hexed anyone in the vicinity. And, if Remus thought about it, that made a big difference.
But he couldn't help but wonder what was keeping the two boys. He closed the book in his lap and sat up a little straighter to also look at the portrait hole. "Maybe they caught someone in a cupboard and James is reprimanding them."
Lily finally turned away to arch her eyebrow at him, looking slightly amused. "You're saying th
Pardon MePardon Me4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lissy gasped when something hit her right between the shoulder blades, almost pitching forward onto her face because she refused to drop her bundle to brace her fall. She spun, glaring through the falling snowflakes and wisps of hair which had pulled free of her braid and saw nobody.
"Hello?" she called hesitantly. There was no reply just the silence that always seemed to accompany the steadily falling snow. She blinked cold flakes from her lashes and wrinkled her nose against the cold, wishing she'd brought her scarf. It hadn't been snowing when she'd left that morning, her coat was supposed to be enough! But while she'd been in Zonko's, the snow had started to fall, and by the time the rest of her errands were done there were already a few inches on the ground.
She swept jade green eyes across the empty road behind her, frowning and slowly turning around again. Maybe she'd imagined it she needed to get back to the castle so she could hide these. She'd just taken a ste
James's Sketchbook - Chapter 2Chapter 2 Something to RememberJames's Sketchbook - Chapter 24 years ago in Romance More Like This
Dawn had barely broken when James walked out onto the grounds, broomstick in hand. The chill of coming fall was barely perceptible in this September morning. A light mist came off the lake and clung onto the grass.
"A perfect morning to fly," James murmured as he mounted his broom. Only the silence of the morning answered his whisper.
James kicked off the ground and let his broom rocket up. He was now level with the highest point of Hogwarts. Gently, he tilted his grip, and the broom dove down. He couldn't stop himself from letting out a loud whoop that reverberated off of the castle walls.
He glided over the smooth surface of the dawn-pink lake, so close he looked almost in danger of touching the water.
He loved how the broom responded to his slightest touch. His broomstick always seemed to know James's intentions, even before he realized them fully himself. He only had to lightly adjust his grip, or turn his head slightly, and the broom w
The Truth RevealedAn alternate, slashy version of when Remus and Sirius reunite in PoA.The Truth Revealed3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Here be slash! Don't like, please don't read.
Remus stared at the blank Marauder's Map lying on the desk before him, remembering all the good times associated with it; the initial idea, the more in-depth planning, actually getting it to work, and then using it every single day at school. The best part, at least in Remus' opinion, was that it would insult anyone that didn't know the incantation.
"Revelio," Remus murmured and watched as very familiar handwriting appeared on the blank parchment.
'You forgot the password? I knew you'd lose your mind one day, my dear Moonykins'
"You were never good at insulting me, Sirius," the professor answered with a sad smile and sat up straighter in the chair. The handwriting faded until it was gone and Remus tapped his wand against it, tempted to play with the old Map.
He knew it wasn't a good idea, though. It brought back too many memories of
Dear Mr MalfoyDear Mr. Malfoy,Dear Mr Malfoy5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yesterday, I was reading the new version of Hogwarts, A History (courtesy of my mother, she knows exactly who to talk to to get the latest books) and while reading about The Battle of Hogwarts, found your name in it. Interested, I read on, and it said that you went to Hogwarts from 1991 to 1998, the same years that my mother and father went. So I asked my mum if she knew you. "Malfoy? Don't get me started." she said. "Thought he was all that until his father got arrested. Had the pleasure of punching him right in the nose." Apparently, you two never got along.
So I asked my dad about you. He said about the same, calling you a git, and something else that made my mum go "Ron!"
Today we went to my uncle's house. You must have heard of him; my uncle; his name's Harry Potter. I was still curious, so I asked him.
"Uncle Harry?" I said.
"Yes, Rose?" he answered.
Amends They worried, he knew that.Amends3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was true that his mental state seemed to be deteriorating all the time. The joke shop had been closed for days, now. He must have lost a lot of sales.
He didn’t care.
Why should he care? What did money matter, when they were richer than they’d ever needed to be? What did the shop matter, when the only other person who had shared the dream was gone?
What did anything matter, when he was half of a whole?
Yes, they worried. They all worried. His mother most of all, of course, as all mothers did. His father, who always seemed unsure of what to do around him now. His siblings… Well, they had all felt almost the same pain he had. Almost. None of them had lost their other halves.
He didn’t know what he was thinking half the time. The other half, his thoughts were incomplete.
You see, Fred had always been there to complete them for him.