The sins of a poor familyPrideThe sins of a poor family4 years ago in Drama More Like This
He used to take such pride in his appearance. When he moved out he started to make decisions about his appearance for himself, much to his mother's chagrin. He grew his hair out and pierced one ear. Both earned multiple arguments from his mother, but he didn't care. He glanced in the mirror wistfully and gingerly touched the scars that marred his once beautiful face. His mother didn't complain about those, at least not to his face. There was nothing about his appearance now to make him proud.
He stared at the empty seat where his brother should have been, and for the thousandth time blamed himself for his brother's death. His greed had driven him from his family; he turned on his parents and siblings, and tried to turn them on the boy who was almost part of the family. When he finally saw past his greed, it was too late. He came back and his brother died. His greed made him pay.
He had never really been envious of those with more than him. He knew
39. BetrayalPercy Weasley wasn't running late, which he considered a good thing considering the mob of reporters he had just fought his way through. However, he also wasn't running terribly early, and that meant he wouldn't have time to make any stops if he wanted to get the next press release filed properly.39. Betrayal3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Is that you, Percy?"
Percy gritted his teeth, turned around, and forced a smile at the sight of one of his former dorm mates. "Ah, Oliver! It's been too long. How are things for you?"
Oliver's smile was much thinner than usual. "I've been good, got promoted to starting Keeper."
"Congratulations, then." Percy glanced at his watch pointedly. "I'm sorry, but I've really got to get these reports filed. It's been nice seeing you, though.
"Actually, could I tag along?" Percy felt his eye twitch. Why was Oliver Wood so interested in talking to him? They had never been particularl
In Loving Memory Ginny's DiaryIn Loving Memory3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today's inevitably the 2nd May 1999. A day I'll never forget. A day I'll never be able to erase. A day I want to remember but a day want to overlook. Nevertheless it's the day I never fail to think of everyday. It's the day my beloved brother left. It's the day Teddy was left. Today is the one year anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts. The thought drags with it connotations of death, hurt and loss and at the same time love, relief and victory.
Ok, so Fred didn't leave and Teddy wasn't abandoned, he had his grandmother and I had the rest of my family. But I don't feel complete. I feel like there's something missing. Something is missing. Laughter. Fred and George were, in simple words 'the life of our family'. As a duo they made our lives infinitely better yet unbearable. That's what I loved about them, as one. Now there's just one, a half of them.
I would never have been able to imagine a life like this, it's just... It's not life. Ever since that day I w
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
The Next Generation "James shouldn't you being doing your homework?" Harry asked his son, as he was sprinting out the door with his broomstick.The Next Generation4 years ago in Humor More Like This
James came to a halt. "But dad, I was going to play Quiddich with Al!" He protested.
Harry sighed. "Alright just one game though; you still have that essay to do on Mandrakes for NevilleI mean Professor Longbottom."
"Yeah, I'll get around to it!" James yelled, as he ran out to the yard.
Harry watched them from the window. James was tossing golf balls to Albus, who flew around to catch them. It reminded him of his very first practice with Oliver Wood.
"They certainly have inherited our Quiddich skills," Ginny murmured from behind.
Harry turned around and smiled. "And my procrastination."
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 Whisper5 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
Erised1991.Erised4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"That was a close one, Georgie," Fred Weasley grinned at his twin brother, "I thought for sure old Filch'd hear the door creaking."
"Maybe he's deaf," George grinned back, rubbing his pyjama-clad arms to keep them warm in the chilly room, "It'd explain why he relies on that bloody cat to do all his dirty work."
Fred chortled before turning and looking about the room they had just snuck into. It was one of the many unused classrooms scattered about Hogwarts. Old furniture was stacked in the corners and the chalkboard was covered with a dusty cloth. It was this that drew his attention.
"Hey George, let's write stuff on the blackboard. Who knows when they'll decide to use this room next? It could be years. It'd be like writing to the people of the future." And without waiting for his brother's reply he raced across the room to search for a piece of chalk. George found himself looking at the old furniture instead. Most of it was rather commonplace for an old classroom: broke
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 Lily4 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 Battle4 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
The LossThe Loss4 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
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 19904 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
Hermione Granger's Sorting Ceremony"Granger, Hermione!" Professor McGonagall read aloud from the long roll of parchment in her hands.Hermione Granger's Sorting Ceremony4 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
Thank you, J.K RowlingThank you J.K Rowling,Thank you, J.K Rowling4 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
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
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 24 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
[Loki x Reader] Once - Chapter 4 ''Falling''Third - Falling[Loki x Reader] Once - Chapter 4 ''Falling''1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You wake up early the next morning. Surprisingly you are perfectly awake right away. After three seconds staring at the ceiling you remember that dream from this night. You can't help but let out a laughter of relief. It's not usual for you anymore, to have such comfortable dreams … Still a little smiling you turn around and take a look at your mobile to check the time. It's pretty early: half an hour before you normally need to get up. As mentioned though, you are perfectly awake by now, so you decide to just get up immediately, so you can have a relaxed start into the day.
After you shuffle out of the bathroom your way leads you into the kitchen of your apartment. As soon as you enter it though you pause short. Sceptical you approach the table and read the note placed there with a frozen face. The handwriting is elegantly neat and narrow.
“Good morning sweet Lady [f/n],
Apologies for my behaviour the previous night but
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 home4 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
For SeverusFor Severus4 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
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
Final Enemy is DeathThe last thing he remembered was a flash of red and then nothing. He did not see the stereotypical life flashing before his eyes, he did not even truly think in his last seconds. All he could register was fear as he realized only a split second before the event occurred he was going to die.Final Enemy is Death4 years ago in Drama More Like This
It wasn't painful, not in the least. It was easier and quicker than falling asleep, though he very rarely slept since what he had become. The next thing he knew he was awakening in an all white train station, the platform he used to always get on in order to go to Hogwarts. It was cleaner but still the same, this used to be his saving grace, going to Hogwarts and getting away from those who treated him so poorly because of the fear they felt.
He slowly got up, not knowing where he was. He knew that no matter how much this looked like the platform he loved so long ago that it wasn't. It was something strange, he also knew that he was dead, yet he existed just the same. Maybe his fear of death was sim
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.
Window to the SoulHarry was worried.Window to the Soul3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He bounced his young son James on his knee, entertaining both the baby and his nerves. His wife was no better off, her hands constantly moving over her swollen stomach and through her hair and across the pages of the magazine she wasn’t reading. But Harry wasn’t worried about her.
He was worried about Ron, who was standing stock-still at the fake window, staring at the rain that appeared to be hitting the enchanted glass and not responding to any noises or gestures whatsoever.
He was even more worried about Hermione, whose horrible screams had been abruptly cut off when a Healer had shoved Ron into the waiting room and magically sealed off the delivery room.
This had been almost an hour ago. Fleur and Audrey had long since taken their children and Teddy to the Burrow to spare them from any traumatization. Ginny had wanted to send James, too, but Harry had insisted on keeping him there. He needed his son with him, and had successfully argued that Jame
What Is?what's a dream,What Is?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when life just breaks it?,
what is hope,
when it's all gone?,
what is promise?,
what is fight when,
all your work,
just comes undone,
save your future,
save what's left,
for me there's not,
save the life,
inside your heart, now,
I can't keep hold,
of what I've got.
This isn't losing,
the lost is gone,
this is choosing from nothing,
this is bruising,
my heart it's wrong,
this is me and what is left.