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
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
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
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? ♥
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
ScarsThe war was over. It had taken everything they had, but they had finally won. The Giants were defeated and Gaea was silenced for now.Scars3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The injuries were innumerable. The deaths, horrifying. The mental sanity of everyone participating had been compromised; everyone had lost something, everyone had lost someone.
As the bravest hero who ever lived lay on the cold, rocky ground, staring up at the cold, gray sky, bleeding onto the cold, gray stones, he thought, inexplicably, of her warm, gray eyes. The last time he'd seen her, she had taken a knife through the stomach and he hadn't even had time to try to heal her before he had been dragged off, barely able to defend himself. That was the explanation for the massive blood loss he was experiencing, the awful pain in his leg.
But he didn't feel the physical pain. He didn't feel the blood loss. Only the loss of Annabeth.
The order of thingsIt had been a very long day. A day with two nights and two mornings, but still, one day for the three of us. A whole "day", as I say, that started at Shell Cottage, right before we broke into Gringott's, and finished with a slowly healing wizarding world, once Voldemort was gone forever. It had been a heavy combo of all possible emotions: eagerness, aprehension, panic, fear, adrenaline, horror, bliss, relief. And it was finally over. So many wins, too many losses. I knew that this was going to be a day to remember.The order of things5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Once Harry's fate overpowered Voldemort's, our morning was filled by requests, explanations, descriptions, orders, advices, that could not be pushed back, even though we felt like ghosts. Instead of seeing three exhausted, starving, dirty and, above all, grieving, teenagers, people wanted to thank the golden heros, to talk to us, to share their sorrows with us.
Afternoon came, and the Weasleys finally decided it was time to go home, or rather, what was their temporary home.
BeautifulRon sighed as he stared hard at his reflection in the dusty mirror. His hair seemed to have grown wild overnight. He tried every spell he could think of but nothing seemed to make his hair stay flat. Giving it up as a bad job he straightened his robes and looked at the watch he'd gotten for his seventeenth birthday. She would be here in about an hour.Beautiful4 years ago in Romance More Like This
At a loss for something better to do Ron began pacing back and forth across his room. As he paced, he allowed his thoughts to wander. Unsurprisingly he found his thoughts wandering to Hermione, the girl of his dreams. Smiling slightly, Ron thought about the day he'd asked her out for their first date.
She had been out in the garden; a book lay open across her lap. She had decided to return to Hogwarts to continue her education. Ron had laughed when he first heard, but he knew Hermione needed to complete her schooling for her to be happy. He remembered how the sun had reflected golden rays off her hair; her eyes seemed to sparkle as she ga
Q is for QuestionsSince Lily had been born a few months before, Harry was working from home as often as he could manage. With three children under the age of five, it was just too hard for either he or Ginny to be alone with them all day. Some days, it was unavoidable, but they managed.Q is for Questions2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of course, some days the little terrors were quite distracting.
“Why can’t I fly?”
“You can. On your broom.”
“No, on a real broom. Like yours. Or mum’s.”
“Because you’re not old enough.”
“Because you’re only four, James.
“Because that’s how many years old you are!”
“Because you are, James.”
“Because your mother bought new underwear, that’s why. Now go play with Al.”
“Because I’m very busy, James! I love you, but I need to work rig
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
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'
SelflessPercy didn't know what it was, obviously. He couldn't see it.Selfless2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But from what he could tell, it was about twenty feet long, vaguely snakelike, with ten or more glowing red eyes, and at least six arms. It was slow, which was good because it had been slithering after him and Annabeth for the past three days. Now that they were at the Doors, though, it had finally caught up.
And all the other monsters that had been chasing them were catching up, too. Percy was glad he couldn't see most of them, but even in the dim light of his sword, what he saw made him wonder if he'd ever be sane again. A large part of him wished he were dead.
Then there was Annabeth. She'd been beyond brave, limping along on her wounded ankle, trying to find any information about the Doors that she could on her laptop. (They'd nearly tripped over it after falling into the Pit.) She sat near the doors now, furiously tapping away at the keys, looking for anything that would help keep the
Busy Sketching"Annabeth?"Busy Sketching3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"This is crazy...ANNABETH!
"Gods, Percy! You almost gave me a heart attack!"
"I've been calling you for the past three minutes already."
"Oh. Sorry, I didn't hear you."
"I asked if you would want to order already."
"For lunch? Remember? We're having lunch together?"
"We are? Oh, won't you look at that... we are. I didn't notice. Just let me finish this sketch first."
"Annabeth, could you please put that down? Zeus won't send you to the underworld if you don't finish your blueprints for Olympus and-"
"Lower your voice! People might hear you!"
"C'mon, they wouldn't even care and you know that, Wise Girl."
"Aaand she's doing her architecture thing again. Don't mind me, I just happened to be your boyfriend and all."
"What? Did you say something, Percy?"
"Nothing, just having a monologue."
"Right. So, how's that sketch coming?"
"Not that great, actually."
"Really? Let me have a look..."
"No! Uh, I mean just
Slightly DisturbedSlightly DisturbedSlightly Disturbed3 years ago in Humor More Like This
It had been Mum's idea. The therapist, that is. She thought it would help the family cope with our situation. Mainly me considering. In all honesty, going to St. Mungo's to sort out my problems was the last thing I needed. But I'd like to see you try saying no to my mother. Especially when she's as torn up as she is.
"So," the elderly man smiled as he looked at me through his smudged glasses, "how are feeling today? Better?"
I shook my head.
"No? Tell me about it."
I shook my head again, "There's nothing much to say. Not much has changed since Monday."
He crossed his legs, allowing the argyle socks to peek out from underneath his trousers. "Well, let's start with the little things then."
"Uh," I started as my mind searched for the tiny differences, "I ate some pudding last night. Made some hangover potion. Oh! I bought an owl!"
"Well, that's new."
"Named 'em Griswold. He has a tendency to bite though." I raised my hand and wiggled my fingers, displaying the man
Gutter- CaughtNemi crept into the room, keeping her eyes underneath the swaying cloth to check for any shadows that would signify a guard, or, worse, the captain. She reached the desk, finally, and looked down at it- the desk was made of a dark brown, almost black wood, with designs on the sides and fronts of the drawers set into the sides of the desk. Nemi could tell with one glance that this desk was expensive. The kind of desk that she doubted could be afforded when one was making a living transporting food to and from markets.Gutter- Caught4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Calm down, she told herself, so he inherited a nice desk or something. Don't be rash.
Because sneaking into a guarded ship in the middle of the night isn't rash. A rather sneaky voice in her head sarcastically noted.
Nemi ignored this revelation and her trepidation over the desk and began slowly opening the drawers in the sides of the desk, seeing as the top was bare save for a flickering candle and an ornate wax seal. The first drawer she tried opened
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
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