Gems of Black and of GreenGems of Black and of Green3 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
For SeverusFor Severus3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Love for you will not be understood
By those who have never seen a raven's feather
Glisten in the winter moonlight
Or those that have not seen ice melt
At the mere touch of a warm hand
Those that fear the darkness in your eyes
Do not know that on a starless night
The stars are just behind the clouds
Not failing to bestow their light
And they have never found a treasure
In the depth of a tenebrous cavern
Or seen behind a hideous mask
The wondrous sight of silent, hidden beauty
My Love for you will not be understood
And it was never meant to be
It is but a secret kept by the dungeons
And remains, like you, a mystery
Care IICare II3 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
A letter to EDA letter to ED3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
ED, oh my dearest ED,
Deep inside I always knew it would be you and me.
We were like two strangers in the same place, walking side by side but never meeting, feeling that same feeling of emptiness.
And then we met, and you became my life. You made me feel so good about myself; all the pain which followed me for years was gone. You showed me how strong and beautiful I can be and made me feel like I was on top of the world.
We seemed like we could last forever, we needed each other, and we loved each other. With all the power in the world, united in strength. We were One.
Then it all went downhill. You became my addiction. A drug is a drug, no matter how good it makes you feel. Every high was followed by a low, each low taking my hope away piece by piece. You made me feel worthless, weak. You made me fade away. The beauty and love have been replaced with sorrow, pain, self-doubt and self-hate. I finally see your true colors.
So we're at war now, and you have won some battles. You are
Scorpius's Request EpilogueIt had been days and days and days... And even though Scorpius was really glad that they'd found daddy and super happy that he was able to spend the past few days with Harry and not worrying about where daddy was... he still hadn't been able to see daddy. He was at the hospital, Harry had said and Ron and 'Mione and Mrs. Weas-a-ley and even Mr. Weas-a-ley.Scorpius's Request Epilogue4 years ago in Drama More Like This
How come he couldn't go see daddy at the hospital? Harry had told him it was because the healers didn't think he should have any visitors yet til they made sure he was all the way okay, but it'd be so long and it wasn't fair.
"Harryyyy," he whined, clinging to Harry's hand. "Pleeeease! I wanna see daddy!"
"I know, Scorpius. I know. That's where we're going."
The boy looked up, puzzled. "You told 'Mione we weren't gonna go to the hop-sikal."
"Well I have to ask him a few questions. We're only stopping in for a few minutes and they still don't want him to have any visitors, so you're going to have to be very quiet whi
R and Hr fanfic Like a WhisperAnd I heard it.R and Hr fanfic Like a Whisper4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Your voice, Hermione.
You said my name. Just my name. Like a whisper.
So I took it, clicked it, and this tiny ball of light appeared. And I knew. And sure enough, it floated toward me, the ball of light went right into my chest. Straight through me. Right here. I knew it was going to take me where I needed to go.
Like a Whisper
Nunca pensei um dia chegar
I never thought would come the day
Te ouvir dizer:
That I would hear you say
"Não é por mal
"It's not that I want
Mas vou te fazer chorar
But I'll make you cry
Hoje vou te fazer chorar
Today I'll make you cry
Não tenho muito tempo
Not much time left to me
Tenho medo de ser um só
I'm afraid to be part of the "one"(to be alone)
Tenho medo de ser só um
I'm afraid to be the one
Alguém pra se lembrar
The one to be remembered
Alguém pra se lembrar
Someone to be remembered
Alguém pra se lembrar"
Someone to be remembered"
Faz um tempo eu quis
It's been a while that I
James and LilySixth year had been difficult for Lily, and not just because she had started taking N.E.W.T. classes, but because she didn't have Severus to talk to anymore. She avoided him at all costs after the incident after the Charms written O.W.L. exam. Before that, he was her best friend, and he was like a brother to her. Now, Lily knew she'd been wrong about him. He'd chosen his path when he uttered the racist insult about her. Along with her estrangement from Severus, Lily had also been pulled from class one day to be told that her parents had been killed in a shooting in their office building.James and Lily3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lily couldn't hold back the tears that leaked steadily from her eyes as she sat in the Prefect car, alone in her own compartment. She knew that she was starting her last year at Hogwarts, which was supposed to be the best one, but if she had to do everything with just her dorm mates, she knew it wouldn't be.
The compartment door slid open and she saw the reflection of the other Gryffindor prefect in he
His Final BattleA wave of anger washed over Sirius as he watched Bellatrix Lestrange run down the stairs of the Death Chamber. She cackled as she passed Tonks's limp form. Sirius told Harry to take Neville and leave, and ran to meet his cousin.His Final Battle3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This was it. This was his chance to finally fight.
"Hello cousin!" he bellowed, grinning widely.
Bellatrix turned, her heavy-lidded eyes widening at the sight of him. It pleased Sirius to see that Azkaban had taken its toll on Bellatrix as well. His cousin, who was once so glamorous and beautiful, was sickly pale with hollow cheeks, long tangled hair, sunken eyes and rotten teeth. There seemed to be an air of madness surrounding her.
"Long time no see," he continued, still grinning. "You look terrible."
Bellatrix's lip curled, and she bellowed, "Stupefy!"
Sirius blocked her spell and barked out a laugh.
"Come now, Bellatrix. You, a big bad Death Eater, are trying to stun me? Is that really what Voldemort has taught you?" he teased.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Bellatrix
Hermione Granger's Sorting Ceremony"Granger, Hermione!" Professor McGonagall read aloud from the long roll of parchment in her hands.Hermione Granger's Sorting Ceremony3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hermione almost ran to the stool and eagerly put the hat on her head. And then, she waited.
"Hmm, very clever, I see " a voice whispered on her ear. "With quite a thirst for knowledge "
Hermione had read about the sorting process in «Hogwarts a History», and knew that whatever she thought about at the moment, the hat would "hear". Besides it had said in its song that «There's nothing hidden in your head, the sorting hat can't see».
"Hmm You would be a good Ravenclaw but there's more to you than just wit and cleverness I see bravery as well. Hmm You could fit in Gryffindor too "
The hat went quiet as though as it was thinking about it. Hermione waited patiently, waiting for the hat to decide.
"You have both the qualities of a Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor I see that you could do great in both of them Even so, you're more o
One-shot: Lead me homeFor years, I believed that The Burrow was my home. I'm not saying it wasn't, but the reasons I believed so were different than what I think now, maybe even a little wrong... well, perhaps not so wrong for a young boy. My reasons at the time were simple: at The Burrow I had my familyeven though at times they became a little unbearable, I never stopped loving them, I had foodto be honest, I had my mum's delicious dishes, which can't compare to any other kind of food, and I had a roof over my head and a bed to lie in at nightcrowded and crooked and everything second-hand and used too many times, but it was mine.One-shot: Lead me home3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Then I turned eleven, and something that I had been looking forward to for ages happened: I got the letter that said that I had a place at Hogwarts. To me, it wasn't a confirmation that I was a wizard. That was a bit obvious. I suspected I wasn't going to be a great thing, but I had definitely shown signs of magic; there wasn't a chance of me not bein
Harry Potter character profileHP Character ProfileHarry Potter character profile5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Meaning of name:
Least favourite teacher:
Least favourite subject:
Hannah Abbott's Sorting CeremonyThe Sorting Hat had finished his song and Professor McGonagall was explaining that the only thing they had to do to be sorted was to sit on the stool and try the hat. Hannah Abbott looked around the Great Hall and saw the huge number of students that would see her being sorted. She was nervous. Besides, due to her surname she was sure she would be one of the first to be called, if not the first. She often was, but she had never got used to it.Hannah Abbott's Sorting Ceremony3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Professor McGonagall unrolled the parchment she was holding on her hand and called:
There it was, Hannah thought she would be the first to be sorted.
Hannah Abbott walked nervously between the tables full of older students. She could feel her legs shaking. When she finally reached the stool she sat and felt the hat being put on her head by Professor McGonagall, and then, she felt it slip to her nose.
"Hmm nervous I see very nervous " the Hat said in a whisper.
Hannah felt more nervous now that the hat was
A Sleepless Night"Daddy?"A Sleepless Night3 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
StandOctober 31st, 1981Stand3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lily had fallen asleep with the tattered book in her lap. She had read Pride and Prejudice countless times, but never seemed to enjoy it any less. James could not comprehend why she loved it so much; it was tedious and long, full of too much talking and not enough fighting.
"Lily," he murmured into her hair. "Lily." She stirred, opening her eyes halfway, and smiled sleepily at him. "We should go upstairs to sleep. We'll both have backaches tomorrow if we stay here." She nodded and sat up, stretching.
A soft cracking sound reached their ears. Husband and wife stopped dead, suddenly no longer tired.
"James, the spells "
The horrifying, high-pitched cackle reached their ears. The one that invaded their nightmares every night.
You feel like a candle in a hurricane
Just like a picture with a broken frame
September 19th 1990 part 2Hermione's mouth dropped open. She wasn't, she couldn't be everyone knew they didn't exist .but all the sameSeptember 19th 1990 part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The woman called McGonagall was still looking intently at her through the wire frames of her glasses.
"I'm afraid I don't I mean, I'm not what do you .Witches and wizards and things they're not, well, real I'm old enough to know that."
McGonagall's lips curved into a fleeting, tight smile
"On the contrary, miss Granger- you are old enough now to know that we are most certainly real, I can prove it to you if that is what you require to believe, I realise it must be hard for you "
Hermione blinked, and pushed away the moment of uncertainty that had come from the seriousness in the woman's eyes and the memories of the odd things that had happened to her. This was obviously some kind of stupid joke, or the woman was mad although she thought she had seldom seen a person so seemingly practical and sure of themselves. Maybe she sho
September 19th 1990Up until the day she turned eleven, Hermione spent most of her time wondering why people didn't like her. She may not be especially pretty or funny or all that interesting , but she knew all that and did her best to make up for it by being perfect in every other way; be confident, smart and friendly wasn't that what all the books always told her? But then why did she still have to sit on her own at lunch? Why had even her teacher started sighing every time she put up her hand? She did not understand it.September 19th 19903 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She hoped that it would be better if she got into the grammar school next year.
Her parents had offered her a big party for turning eleven, even with real cake! But she didn't want to have to go through the agony of handing out invites to people who hated her, so she suggested just going to see something at the theatre on Tottenham court road, one of her favourite places in the world with its bright lights and fancy old buildings that she had read about in "a tourists
Sectum NihilisThis happens during the first wizarding war. Severus is nineteen and a young Death Eater. He has asked Lily for a meeting. The idea came to me while musing about another novel-length fiction of mine, "The Last Secret of Dumbledore"; hence this oneshot can be read either stand alone or as a flashback in the foresaid story. I think it is canon-compatible.Sectum Nihilis5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Severus Snape and Lily Evans and the Harry Potter universe belong to J.K.Rowling.
Rating : PG13 or T, at most.
Betaed by Dronarron.
Summer was already drawing to its end. At this late hour of the night, the wind blowing on Severus' face was cold and thick with damp. He shivered and wrapped his cloak tighter around him while gravel ground under his boots. Today had been especially strenuous. The Dark Lord was hard to please and prompt to punish. Mulciber had just experienced the might of his master's wrath. However, Severus was con
The LossThe Loss3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was crouching in the corner, hunched over, partially hidden by rather sad-looking hat holder. He was staring really hard at the junction where the two walls met with the floor. The wallpaper and the wooden baseboard of this room were in a decent enough state except these corners. Here the wallpaper peeled and revealed its stained beige underside as well as the original wall whose colour Severus guessed had not always been a sick kind of grey.
Despite never having tried it, he instinctively knew that if he pulled the wallpaper off the wall his parents would get angry. Their apartment had to be in its best condition at all times, else they would not get their deposit back, his mother would say. Severus didn't know what a deposit was or how it worked, but his mother always used it as an excuse to make him play outside, even in the cold winter days.
As far as he could figure, this mythical deposit had something to do with the landlady, Mrs. Behm. Tall and thin, with beady grey eyes that
Thank you, J.K RowlingThank you J.K Rowling,Thank you, J.K Rowling3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For inspiring me to write.
Thank you J.K Rowling,
For taking imagination to new heights.
Thank you J.K Rowling,
For helping me believe
And not just in magic,
But in everything I see.
Thank you J.K Rowling,
For teaching me how to read,
For enveloping me in words
And everything I need
Thank you J.K Rowling,
Just for being you
For writing Harry Potter,
A phenomenon of words; just two.
No story lives unless someone wants to listen.
The stories we love best will live with us forever.
Whether you come back by page, or by the big screen,
Hogwarts will always be there,
to welcome you home.
-JK Rowling ϟ
The Tale of Severus SnapeThe Tale of Severus Snape4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I see you from a distance.
Your red hair is blowing in the wind.
You're discovering your magic
and seeing your powers grow
You watch your sister being afraid of the true you
I see you laughing at me
when we look at our letters from Hogwarts
I'll tell you my secrets
But I will never tell how I feel about you
I hope we'll be in the same House together
I see you in different colours than mine
It feels like we're growing apart, red and gold versus green and silver
You say you'll always be my friend
No matter what will happen
I can count on your lovely smile and friendship
I see how James Potter is liking you
How others seem to care about you, more than they did to me
The horror in your eyes when I call you a Mudblood
It was a mistake I will always regret.
And then we took different directions in our lives.
I see a future for you that isn't save
Risking my own life just to make sure you'll be ok
And you dont even have a clue
I wanna make sure you'll be save and happy
Even when its not with
Luna Lovegood's Sorting Ceremony"Lovegood, Luna" Professor McGonagall called from the roll of parchment she was holding.Luna Lovegood's Sorting Ceremony3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Luna walked slowly to the stool where Professor McGonagall awaited with the Sorting Hat. She looked around at all the students looking back at her, and she didn't feel nervous. She wasn't. She simply wasn't nervous. She was curious. Curious about what house she would be sorted into.
She sat on the stool. She thought that she could sense some Wrackspurts zooming around the hat. Maybe that was what the hat used to select the students She felt the Sorting Hat being put on her head and sliding down to her nose. The only thing she could now see was the inside of the hat.
Hmm Curious she heard a voice say inside her head.
"You're full of Wrackspurts, aren't you?" Luna thought.
Excuse me? How dare you? Full of what?
"Wrackpurts." Luna thought again. "They float into your ears and make your brain go fuzzy, you know That's how you sort the students, isn't it?
CareCry away the sorrow,Care2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cut away the pain,
Hope the tears and blood,
Will help me feel again,
I'm so tired of being empty,
Confused of what to feel,
Wonder if it's just a nightmare,
Slowly turning real,
Can't live each day this tired,
Can't have my sadness eat me whole,
Must hold a smile upon my face,
Must not slip out of role,
Laugh when I should laugh,
At times I'll have to lie,
They may even see me frown,
But they shall never see me cry,
For these tears are mine alone,
And not yours to bare,
Because no matter what they say or do,
No one can really care.
So I amI feel deadSo I am3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the tree outside my window,
says I am,
so I must be.
I like lillies to bloom in winter
and for the sun to live in the clouds,
so as not to burn my skin
or leave me in the cold.
This morning I forgot to breathe,
as I woke up, I choked.
It was not unpleasent,
I was just surprised.
You could not feel the moisture
on my face
as it began to rain because,
I feel dry
and the weatherman said it was,
so it must have been,
so I am.
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'