Padfoot and Prongs: Moving InPadfoot and Prongs: Moving In3 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
One-shot: Conquer'Thank you, Neville.' Ginny attempted to smile at him as Neville lifted the injured girl into his arms and took her inside the castle. But that simple gesture, curving her lips and moving the muscles of her face to form a smile, it hurt her.One-shot: Conquer4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Moments before, when she stood in the grounds trying to comfort that little girl, Ginny had felt something. That something had made her feel more afraid than anything in the past hours, more than having to battle for her life, more than seeing all those people lying dead, even Fred... lying lifeless, too. Ginny couldn't have said what it was, exactly. It was just a feeling, given by the softest breeze that made the hairs of her arms stand on end. As if there was no hope.
Overwhelmed, she dropped on the ground, her back against the outside wall, and hidden in the shadows, she hugged her knees and cried silently. Was this ever going to end? What would happen when the hour given by Voldemort ended? Would the battle resume and they would inevitably die
I love you, yes? Ron Weasley woke from his nightmare with a gasp, his pillow soaked with sweat. Hermione stirred next to him and turned over so she was facing him. Her hair was frizzed up again, forming a thin veil over her face. The rest of it was puffed up behind her head.I love you, yes?3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"What's wrong, Ron?" she murmured drowsily.
He gazed at her for a moment, trying to claw his way out of the horror of his dream by seeing her face: unscathed, unharmed, and right there with him.
"Ron?" Her voice was more forceful now and she propped herself up on her arm. "Ron, if you have something to say, spit it out because you're looking at me in a very unnerving way."
Ron smiled. "Um, it's nothing. Nightmare." he croaked, his voice rough from sleep. He cleared his throat. "Go back to sleep."
"No, it's okay. What was it about?" she inquired, brushing her hair out of her eyes.
Ron didn't particularly want
Is Your Harry Potter OC a Mary Sue?Is Your Harry Potter OC a Mary Sue?3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Oddly colored hair (naturally or dyed) ie: blue, pink, streaked hair, "bottle red" (Think Rihanna)
Oddly colored eyes (and colored contacts) ie: red, yellow, pink, COLOR-CHANGING EYES
Unnaturally beautiful characters, ie: perfect proportions and complexions, etc.
Being an animagus or a metamorphous (meta is very, very rare and ani is hard to achieve and you have to be registered)
Being a half-breed creature, ie: half-veela, half-vampire, half-werewolf (or a werewolf, for that matter)
Having your character self-harm, ie: cutting, popping pills, etc. (This is a very over-done thing in oc's, and it's frankly not something healthy)
Having them dress in clothing outside the time-period (do your research)*
Having them be goth/emo/scene (seriously over-done)
Giving them tattoo's and piercing (they go to a boarding school in Scotland, seriously guys)
As just a general statement; "Scene", and "Emo" fashions didn't start up until the mid-to-late 2000'
Give It All for You -Scorpius x Lily pt 5Give It All for You -Scorpius x Lily pt 53 years ago in Romance More Like This
I wash rushing back to the Gryffindor Common room when my dad finally found me. He was smiling and was out of breath. Wasn't he angry? He knew I wanted to go out with Scorpius and he didn't seem to mind.
"Lily, you are so hard to catch unaware. I've been following you for hours now trying to catch up. Great game, I thought you were going to kill Scorpius before that date of yours."
"You know about that?"
"Yes, I would have preferred to hear it from you but Draco informed me during the game. I already spoke with Scorpius. I had planned on trying to scare him but he had me chuckling and convinced after a few sentences. He is a really clever gentleman."
"You talked to him? What did you say? What if you intimidated him and now he won't go to Hogsmead with me next Saturday? You might have ruined everything!"
"He was fine. He smirked that Malfoy smirk and waved goodbye before going to Hogsmead with his parents for dinner. Like I said, I threatened him once and he didn't take it se
Life The cold rain tapped fiercely against the window, and while for some its monotonous sound was extremely soothing, for him it was distressing. He was lying on his stomach, on the bed; his face buried into the pillow, his hands; two clenched fists next to it.Life3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The muffled sobs made his whole body shake: why had this happened to him? Why? Why Freddie? He rolled on the bed, his eyes red and swollen, and stared at the wooden roof; at the dark burns and splashes of colour caused by their experiments.
The redhead suddenly stood up, his freckled face covered in tears, grabbed the first thing within his reach and threw it against one of the walls. It seemed to work, it helped him vent his rage, so he took another thing and broke it into pieces, then another one, and so on. Desperation flooded him, and he screamed, helplessly. IT WASN'T FAIR! Why did it have to be Freddie? WHY?
George collapsed o
One-shot: A Cat's TaleA Cat's TaleOne-shot: A Cat's Tale3 years ago in Humor More Like This
'I'll say it first!'
'No, I say it first!'
They are arguing and making a terrible noise again. Can't anyone sleep peacefully here any more? The one with the orange fur and the one with the brown fur, that's them. They're usually annoying together, but they amuse me. Especially because the one with the brown fur is always right and she always stands up for me. Of course, she's my mistress. She'd be a terrible mistress if she didn't defend me.
Although, now that I have my eyes open, I can see it's not them. The one with the brown head is a male, and the orange headed one is a female. They are annoying but amusing, too: my mistress's cubs. I confuse them all the time. Must be getting older.
'Happy birthday, Cooksanks!'
They shout at the same time, but it doesn't make me jump like it used to.
'You know, Hugo, today's not Crookshanks's real birthday,' the girl says. 'That's why I almost forgot. I forgot this morning because it's not his
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
Who coulda thought it?They said she was crazy, you know.Who coulda thought it?3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Her and her father. Bloody blonde dreamers, both of them. The Quibbler? Honestly, the name was as ridiculous as the contents found within. And what in Merlin's beard were nargles?
They said he was clumsy, you know.
Unsure of himself. Weak-willed and a tag-along. Dark mop of hair, untidy teeth. There were so many juicy rumors floating around about what had happened to his parents. And he always kept losing his toad.
Who could've known she was the cleverest of Ravenclaw?
Who could've known he was the most courageous of Gryffindor?
Who could've known that the place they finally belonged...
was together? ♥
44. Sparkle"Will you marry me--"44. Sparkle3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Angelina couldn't take her eyes off of the ring in his hand. It was a simple affair, nothing extravagant by any means, but that was entirely unsurprising; she'd seen it before, after all, when she went along to help Percy find Aubrey a ring. The only surprise of the whole thing was that George was the one kneeling in front of the Burrow's couch, holding the open box in hand. Belatedly, she realized that it had all been a ploy, that Percy would hardly trust her opinion on a ring more than anyone else in the family.
So there she was, gaping down at the diamond ring in surprise while time somehow stood still. It twinkled a lot. Not just the diamonds, though all three of them certainly shone and glittered almost outrageously, but the silver band itself seemed to shimmer. It hadn't done that at the shop, she was sure. It must have been an addition of George's.
George's Pain.Someone was there, waiting. That someone couldn't be found with the naked eye. He waited. He waited. He waited, impatiently. At last, what that person was waiting and hoping for, most, appeared in front of him. The Room of Requirement.George's Pain.4 years ago in Drama More Like This
He slipped through the large door, unseen. Closing it behind him, he searched around the room, hoping to find what he needed. Revealing a head full of flame - red hair and a ghostly white face, the Invisibility Cloak slid off him. His complexion was paler than normal. Dry tears marking him. It seemed as though the boy - perhaps around the age of nineteen - never stopped weeping. He finally took the cloak off and held it with a loose grasp in his shaking fist. His tall frame shivering. Pain... grief... fear... coldness... One could only hope that the boy was shivering from lack of body heat, and nothing else.
Looking around, he could not find what he needed. He needed the mirror - not just any old mirror. He needed the cruelest mirror he ever knew.
8. RiddleGinny watched a strange look cross Ron and Hermione's faces as she leaned against her mother. Both stood at the same time as the look faded and walked briskly to the entrance of the Great Hall, and that was when Ginny knew Harry was with them. She hadn't spoken to him since he shooed her from the Room of Requirement, hadn't stopped thinking about him since a funny feeling went through her while searching the grounds, hadn't stopped wanting to hold him since she saw him in Hagrid's arms. She yearned to follow the three of them, to latch onto Harry's arm and never let it go again, but she knew the time wasn't right. He wasn't ready for her, and she wasn't ready for him. Not yet.8. Riddle3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She stood up and left her mother's side. None of her family seemed to notice. Bill and Fleur were wrapped so tightly together that it was difficult to tell whose robes were whose; Percy and Charlie were talking quietly, their eyes full o
FireplaceThe fireplace crackled warmly as Hermione kneeled down in front of it, stoking the flames, much like she remembered her father doing while she and her mother sat on the sofa years ago. When she and Ron were picking out a house, it was her requirement that it have a fireplace; her best memories of her childhood were spent basking in the glow of the fire.Fireplace4 years ago in Romance More Like This
She sat back down and smiled at the memory as the warmth of the fire spread over her. Spending her first Christmas in a long time away from her parents made the memory all the more precious. She closed her eyes and saw her father sit down next to her and her mother. He ruffled her frizzy hair and she giggled, giving him a tight hug. All three of them sighed peacefully as they looked into the flickering flames.
Those were the days, Hermione thought wistfully, but she immediately realized how wrong that statement was. As wonderful as the times were before she went to Hogwarts, the times during and after Hogwarts were just as beauti
Scorpius's Request 8It was easy to forget, sometimes, how much he missed the Burrow when he was away from it. Molly Weasley, as plump and pleased to see him as she always was, bustled over when he strode in with Scorpius and threw her arms around him in a tight embrace. Harry pressed his face into her hair and, smiling, breathed her in. "Hi, Molly."Scorpius's Request 84 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Hello, dear!" She pulled back just enough to scrutinize him. "Oh, Harry, you're always so skinny." He certainly wasn't. Between auror training and the physical demands of his job since, "skinny" hadn't exactly been applicable to Harry in years. But he knew she said the same thing to Ron and to all of her sons, so Harry smiled and didn't argue.
Instead, he nudged the child in front of him. "This is Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius, say hi to Mrs. Weasley."
His cheeks pinkened, but he held out a hand. Daddy had taught him that it was better to be straightforward. You had to put yourself out there, he said. "Hi, Mrs. Weasley."
Molly, bless her, tugged the child close a
The GiftHarry sat with Ginny, his arm around her shoulder. They sat by the lake, watching the giant squid propel itself around the shimmering water.The Gift3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"It's strange," Ginny said, looking up at him, "It's strange that I don't have to worry about anything anymore."
Harry looked down at her. This was one of those times when he felt good, proud for defeating Voldemort.
"Yeah, I know. I'm so used to being on the move with Ron and Hermione." Harry said, absentmindedly stroking her hair.
"What was it like?" Ginny asked, looking up at him, curiosity lighting up her bright brown eyes.
Harry took a deep breath. He'd never liked answering questions like these. He didn't like to remember the times when the world was in a constant flow of chaos. But he owed it to Ginny, after all.
"It wasn't pleasant, Gin. We were fighting all the time, and Ron actually left for a while, but he came back," Harry added hastily, because Ginny was sporting a look of pure outrage, "But we pulled through, in the end. I couldn't h
Veela's and Quidditch"Harry Potter," I breathed, staring up at his face. "So, you didn't meet any Veela's on the Hunt for Horcruxes, I'm guessing?"Veela's and Quidditch3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Harry let out a hearty laugh, and enfolded me in his arms.
"Nope. Even if I did, none of them would be as beautiful as you." He said, gazing at me.
I felt a blush creeping up onto my cheeks. "That's not true, and you know it." I mumbled, staring at my feet.
He rolled his bright green eyes. "Don't be thick, Ginny. You're the most beautiful girl in the world to me. Nothing can change that."
I felt a smile playing around the edges of my lips. "Even Fleur?"
He smiled down at me. "Even Fleur."
I pulled him in close, and I let out a sigh of contentment as our lips met. I ran my fingers through his hair, and his hands found my waist. A part of me vaguely wondered what Ron would say- or do, if he saw us right now, but I shoved the thought out of my mind. According to Hermione, they'd been up to about the same thing, too.
Finally, when we pulled away, I grabbed his hand
The Silver Trio Begins"What did you think of that, mates?" asked Terry as he led his friends and Ginny from the Hog's Head. The wind had picked up a bit during the meeting, bringing with it a drop in temperature. Adjusting her scarf and hat, Ginny joined her boyfriend behind the other two as they began making their way towards Zonko's.The Silver Trio Begins3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I've thought all along that Potter's been telling the truth, so no surprise there. That Hufflepuff lad's a bit of a prat, though," Michael said. Ginny smiled and took his hand; she couldn't have agreed more.
"But Merlin, was that Granger girl annoying or what?" complained Tony. Ginny glared at him, but he either couldn't see her or pretended he couldn't. That happened a lot with Michael's friends.
"Hermione can be a little overbearing at times, maybe, but she's not that bad," she put in. As per usual, the three Ravenclaws ignored her.
"I know!" Terry agreed. "She thinks she's so smart, co
Dramione chapter 1Hermione GrangerDramione chapter 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
Some say that letting go is the only way to move forward. Others say that those who forget the past are doomed to repeat it. So, which is it? Am I supposed to let it all go or remember? I just want to be able to move on with my life and not worry about Voldemort or Death Eaters. I want to just live a simple life of books. After Harry and Ginny's wedding, I thought I would feel better about everything. I thought that seeing them get married would help me realize that the war is over and I could finally live again. However, I don't feel better at all. After I finished school I became a healer at St. Mungo's. I thought that the best thing for me to do was to help as many people as I could. Recently I've realized, as selfish as it may sound, that I cannot completely help others without first helping myself. I need to heal myself emotionally and spending the entire day around sick and injured people was not going to help me do that. So, I quit
Hp-RHr MeaningfulMeaningful.Hp-RHr Meaningful4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"That first kiss...it's the passionate one. It's the one filled by desire and attraction, and all of that, but the second kiss is rational. You got time to worry, and over analyze and most women...they prefer that first kiss, but I'm partial to the second one because it's about something more. You'll get that second kiss Joey and when you do it'll be great. It'll be real. It'll be meaningful."
-Nina Repeta as Bessie Potter in Dawson's Creek.
It was over, the war had been won. Ron couldn't quite believe the final battle had been won almost a fortnight ago. Voldemort had been defeated, forever gone from their midst. He had been conquered by Harry Potter, the boy who lived...twice. Ron couldn't stop the small chuckle that escaped his lips at that thought. Yes, Harry had forever banished the Dark Lord from their world and gained new levels of fame right with it but to Ron, he would always be Harry, his best friend since he was eleven years old when he met him on t
HP: Boy or Girl?Harry wasn't used to being in the waiting room outside of the maternity ward. He was used to being in the delivery room, with Ginny, or home waiting for the news if one of her brothers' wives were giving birth. But now it wasn't Ginny who was having a baby, and it wasn't Fleur or Audrey or Angelina. It was Hermione, and she and Ron wanted him here at the hospital, and he and Ginny were out in the waiting room with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and with nothing to do but wait. Well, wait and chase James around the room every time he tried to make a break for it. He was a year and a half old and seemed to delight in doing anything that would distract them from Albus, whether he was old enough to do it consciously or not. In that regard, sitting in the waiting room was actually better than being at home James was quite content to soak up his grandparents' affections and leave the baby with his parents, or to let Harry chase him while his grandparents cooeHP: Boy or Girl?3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
ABC's of Harry PotterA is for Avada KedavraABC's of Harry Potter5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
B is for Butter Beer
C is for Charms
D is for Dumbledore
E is for Erised
F is for Forbidden Forest
G is for Gryffindor
H is for Hogwarts
I is for Imperious curse
J is for James Potter
K is for Kiss
L is for Lumos
M is for Ministry of Magic
N is for Nimbus 2000
O is for Owl post
P is for Patronus
Q is for Quidditch
R is for Room of Requirement
S is for Snape
T is for Triwizard Tournament
U is for Unlikely hero
V is for Voldemort
W is for Whomping Willow
X is for Xenophilius Lovegood
Y is for Yaxley
Z is for Zonko's Joke Shop
The Other GirlAs the ship flewor fell, rathercloser, Reyna began to feel lightheaded. She cursed herself for being so nervous, so weak. It wasn't acceptable for a praetor to behave this way. Reyna should have been marching confidently over to the forum next to Percy, instead of timidly trailing behind him, her heart pounding.The Other Girl3 years ago in Romance More Like This
But, gods, she'd missed him. It was incredibly difficult to be the only one in charge of camp, especially in the face of the war. She remembered all of the times she'd woken Jason up in the middle of the night, asking him if he thought the Titan army would try to attack camp. Wartime situations were easier to deal with when she had someone to talk to.
Who, though, could she rely on now? That Percy guy seemed like the best option, for a Greek. But, as he'd been so quick to assure her, he already had a girlfriend. Reyna figured if she tried to talk to him, he'd take it as a come on.
You'll Get Froze"Annabeth!" Percy hissed as one of the Roman campers tug him off to their jail. "What was that?" He almost asked her if she'd forgotten what she was supposed to do, but that would have been impossible. Annabeth never forgets a plan.You'll Get Froze3 years ago in Humor More Like This
The blonde gave him a poignant lookone that Percy couldn't really decipher. He huffed in annoyance, dropping his gaze to his blue converse. If anyone was going to screw up their strategy, it would most likely be him (fine, he'll admit it). Not Grover or Hazel or Clarisseand most certainly not Annabeth.
Once at the opposing team's makeshift jail, their captors led Percy and Annabeth over to a tree. It had a rope tied around its trunk, and one of the Romans began looping it around their wrists tightly, the bristly material scratching their skin. The raven haired boy noted that they had a perfect view of the boundary linethe one a player had to carry the flag across to win. In