DyingIt hurt, when the snake's fangs sunk into the skin of his neck. Blood spurted out of the wound, and he knew that there was no saving himself. He couldn't feel the poison, at first. But then there was the slightest tingling, which grew into a persistent burning sensation, which then escalated to a raging inferno, a liquid fire that was coursing through his veins.Dying3 years ago in Drama More Like This
But Severus Snape was detached from it all. As the black robes of the Dark Lord whipped out of sight, Snape's only thought was that he had failed her. He hadn't reached the boy in time, and now he would never know what must be done.
And then the boy was there, bending over him, alive, miraculously alive, and Snape clutched his robes and pulled him close.
"Take it Take it " The voice was his, but not his, and he could only do what he must do, what Dumbledore had told him to do, what she had needed him to do. The memories, the memories of her, and of Dumbledore, and of what the boy must do, gushed o
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.
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
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
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
Andromeda Tonks POV-DH BattleI sat in my husbands old armchair by little Teddys crib, waiting for my daughter and her husband to return. They were at Hogwarts fighting, fighting against Voldemort and his band of Death Eaters. Dora was supposed to stay behind, here with me and her little boy, but no she had to go and fight beside Remus. I was glad that she found love. Yes at first I wasnt so sure about the relationship, he was after all about fourteen years older than her, only six years younger than me, but I realized that age had no matter in love. Plus I knew Remus was a good man and would make my Dora happy. He had been friends with my dear cousin Sirius and I know Sirius made good choices in friends, with the exception of Pettigrew, but then again Sirius never did care much for him in the first place.Andromeda Tonks POV-DH Battle8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I hoped they would return soon. I was so scared and I was afraid they might get hurt. This war would soon be over though. Harry Potter was a smart boy and would surely destroy You-Know-Who. When
Good MorningRon wasn't too fond of mornings. He would much rather stay in bed, and get up around noon. He often joked that he would love mornings, if only they came later in the day. Hermione simply called him lazy. She would always be up early, mostly due to the crying of their daughter Rose, and would have showered, dressed and eaten all before Ron had even opened his eyes.Good Morning4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It wasn't that Ron didn't want to get up early in the mornings, truly he did; it was just that he couldn't ever bring himself to do it. The only times he had ever managed to do so was when it was his turn to tend to his daughter, or when his wife was sick.
Ron smiled as he watched his wife sleep soundly next to him. One of her hands was curled protectively around her stomach; the other was clasped gently around his. He pulled her closer to him and placed a kiss on her cheek. Hermione shifted slightly in her sleep before slowly opening her eyes.
"Good morning," she said sleepily.
"Good morning," he replied, his voice somewhat
Damned PromisesHe could be at home listening to what would probably pan out to be the most important game of the Quidditch season. He could be working on his new motorcycle. Hell, it was 1:00, he could probably be at the bar already. Surely there'd be some flock of lonely housewives around that time...Damned Promises4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Instead, Sirius was stuck in the monochrome hospital waiting room, sitting on a hard chair and drinking bitter coffee from a styrofoam cup, listening to the wails of pregnant women, the woes of expectant fathers and whines of newborn children. He made no attempt to hide his distaste, punctuating every second breath with an impatient huff or mumble.
"Padfoot!" Remus hissed sharply in reprimand as Sirius' moans grew too loud and drew attention.
Sirius sighed and straightened up in the horrid, cold chair, as he found that he'd been slowly sinking lower with every second. He rubbed his eyes and slumped forward, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin on his hand. Remus chuckled quietly to
StrongNeville sighed as his quill tapped out a beat on his parchment. By now, it was painfully obvious that Harry wouldn't be returning from the library to write this essay with him. It had already been almost thirty minutes, and Neville was able to get from Gryffindor Tower to the library and back in under fifteen. He didn't even know half the passages he suspected Harry, Ron, and Hermione of using.Strong3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He was still humiliated by his gaffe with the passwords, and not just because of his punishments. No one but his dorm mates, Hermione, and occasionally Ginny Weasley would speak to him, and that included the other houses. Even Hannah Abbot, who had been his steadfast Herbology partner since their first year, had spurned him and was now partnering with her own housemates. It wasn't as if he had let Sirius Black in himself. It was all that stupid Sir Cadogan's fault for changing the passwords every other minute.
AftermathHarry could barely believe it was over the party in the Great Hall was calming down now, as the exhaustion and grief overtook the triumph. Harry had returned after his talk with Ron and Hermione and their visit to Dumbledore's old office, simply sitting and watching everyone from under his cloak. Smiles and tears alike filled the room, breaking and mending his heart over and over again. He knew he couldn't stand to watch for much longer, but there was one person he needed to see. One person he needed to talk to.Aftermath5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She still sat at her mother's side, head drooping onto the ever supportive shoulder. She hadn't moved much, though Harry often saw her brown eyes flicking from face to face in the room. He knew, without having to be told, that she wasn't going to leave until she saw him again.
Harry slipped along the emptying tables, standing behind the two redheaded women. He waited until Mrs. Weasley turned to chat with someone else, before ducking down to whisper in Ginny's ear.
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
Tonks and Lupin: Final MomentsThis part belongs to JK:Tonks and Lupin: Final Moments8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harry saw Aberforth again, his gray hair flying as he led a small group of students past. They look like they might be breaching the north battlements, theyve brought giants of their own!
Have you seen Remus? Tonks called after him.
He was dueling Dolohov, shouted Aberforth, havent seen him since!
Tonks, said Ginny, Tonks, Im sure hes okay
But Tonks had run off into the dust after Aberforth.
and this part is mine:
Tonks sprinted the length of the corridorAberforth having covered a suprising distance in the seconds since their exchangeand skidded to a stop by grabbing hold of the wizards robes, nearly choking him.
UuunnccckkWhat are you doing! Theyve brought giants! Weve no time to waste!
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
Harder to Kill He isn't here.Harder to Kill3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I knock. There is no answer.
I push. The door opens.
I enter. The place is empty.
There is no sign of a struggle.
Yet he isn't here.
"Peter?" I yell. "Peter, this isn't funny. Get out here."
There is no reply.
"Peter!" I yell again. I am starting to get nervous. "Peter, if you don't get your ass out here right now, I'm going to blast the bloody house apart."
There is no reply.
I am worried now. I turn around and try to walk out calmly. Relax, I tell myself. He's probably just gone for a walk.
I get onto my motorcycle. And that's when I see it.
The Dark Mark. Etched in the snow.
Right next to a rat's footprint.
Fear races through my heart. I don't know what's happened. I just know that my best
The Start of Unity -FanfictionThe Start of Unity -Fanfiction4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
THE START OF UNITY
Scorpius sent a curious look towards the group of adults that his father had just nodded to, wondering who they were. There sure were a lot of them, and a lot of red-headed children. Scorpius sidled closer to his parents while they stood in the steam of the Hogwarts Express on Platform 9¾, waiting for the signal to board.
"Do I have to go?" Scorpius asked nervously.
Draco looked down at his son and withheld a sigh. "We've talked about this, Scorpius. You'll do fine at Hogwarts."
Scorpius chewed on his bottom lip and responded quietly. "It's just what if I get put in the wrong house? What if the other kids don't like me? What if "
"Darling," Astoria soothed, kneeling in front of her smaller than average son, placing her hands on his shoulders. "We don't care what house you're sorted into. We'll be proud no matter where you go, and the ot
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
A is For Arachnid"Uncle George, you have to tell us!"A is For Arachnid4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He laughed at the expressions on his little niece's faces. They were already as much trouble as he and Fred had been. "Uncle Ron would not be happy."
"But it would be funny."
"Oh, Mols, you are trouble."
"We promise we won't do anything. We're just curious."
Dominique had not been blessed with the degree of ethereal beauty that her mother and sister possessed, but she had more than enough make it completely impossible to deny her what she really wanted. George grinned. It seemed as if his little brother would be mercilessly teased by the next generation of Weasleys as well. That girly shriek was just too hard to resist.
"Swear on Merlin's wand?"
"All right. Spiders."
The girls looked disappointed. "Spiders?"
Molly snickered. "Uncle Ron is afraid of spiders?"
"Terrified. Big, hairy ones and even tiny, legg
Chap 9 - RememberanceHermione loved Sunday mornings. It was the only day of the week that she could relax. The rest of the week she was in the office: organising, attending meetings, sitting through paperwork...Yeah, Sunday mornings were the best.Chap 9 - Rememberance7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hermione spent her Sunday morning in the lounge...slash library. She kept all her historical diaries and books in this room. This was her sanctary where her passion for history was kept alive. Since before she attended Hogwarts, history was her favourite subject, one of her ultimate passions. Twelve years later, she was still sitting through the past in this room, trying to find out the real truth, especially about the magical world. Her husband was very helpful in this area. Ronald Weasley had been born and raised in the magical world but even though Hermione knew more about Magical history than Ron, he still helped with the stories that he heard when he was still in his mother's household.
Hermione had a mug of tea clasped between her hands as she scoured the s
Hermione's Web, Part 14Hermione's Web, Part 144 years ago in Romance More Like This
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I make no money from this
Ron came back with a pajama-clad, yawning Harry and a sealed vial. "All right, who are we going to test this on?" he asked eagerly.
Hermione took a deep breath. "It should be me." If there was something in her potion that would, say, cause one to sprout donkey ears within twenty-four hours, she should be the one to carry those consequences. After all, it was her own lying lips that led to this situation. She popped open both vials. The Veritaserum left no impression on her taste buds. The glittery liquid she and Draco had concocted tasted like pineapple.
Ron rubbed his hands together and grinned. "I'm going to ask the first question. Who were you with last night, Hermione?"
"Malfoy." Oh, dear. Whatever the glittery liquid was, it was not Obfuscerum.
Ron and Harry gave each other triumphant looks. "It works, it works, it works!" Ron did a little happy jig.
"I want to pla
A Red Lopsided and Slightly Irregular HeartA Red Lopsided and Slightly Irregular Heart3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She still remembers the first time she saw him.
His hair was a light brown almost golden in appearance when hit with the right light. Although she was stricken with his eyes the most.
Really there was something about them. They weren't really green or blue, but rather a combination that seemed to vary from each eye, so one seemed to be greener while the other stayed the palest of blues.
She thought he was pretty, in a way.
Almost endearing with the way his hair fell and his eyes seemed to twinkle with hidden knowledge a bit like Dumbledore's but this man's eyes seemed to be sadder, less jolly and more reserved she would dare to venture kinder even.
She realized he was quite a bit older then her as well, which didn't faze her in the least working were she did she was used to older wizards and really the only bad thing about it was that they could be compared to a piece of day old toast.
Not as interesting or as tasty as a fresh one would be, but still quite good, an
James's Sketchbook - Chapter 1preceded by PrologueJames's Sketchbook - Chapter 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter One Inner Sanctum
The last few minutes of Transfiguration dragged on, but as James glanced up at the clock, he couldn't help but think, Just a few more minutes, please? He knew pleading with the clock was useless. It always was. Still, he couldn't help but wish that the class was a little longer. He desperately needed those few minutes to finish his drawing. He knew that he was never going to get another chance to draw Lily like that her cheek resting gently on her hand, her wand tucked behind her ear. The light wouldn't be right ever again in the way that it made her hair shine
He would never be able to finish in time.
Trying not to get frustrated, James set to quickly drawing as much as he could with the four minutes left in the class.
It wasn't that James didn't like Transfiguration. No, in fact it was his favourite class, and he respected Professor McGonagall highly.
Today, however, he had already sat through thr
The Torment of Draco Malfoy.The Torment of Draco Malfoy.4 years ago in Romance More Like This
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own these characters or any of the Harry Potter Universe. I make no profit from this.
No Mature Content.
The Torment of Draco Malfoy; Part 2
based on the Harry Potter series written by J K Rowling
The night of the Yule Ball came, Draco was dressing himself in suave black dress robes. He and Pansy Parkinson had headed over to the Great Hall 5 minutes late, as he decided he wanted to be fashionably late, but Pansy wished to be on time. As they entered the door, he passed Weasley and Potter, accompanied by the Patil twins. They were looking up the stairs in awe. Draco followed their eye line and saw Hermione walking down the steps. She was wearing a beautiful blue frock with her ha
A device named Michelle It was strange to see a group of highly trained wizards standing around the table with identical puzzled expressions on their faces. Yet each of them was obviously stymied and frowning in concentration at a peculiar object that was sitting innocently between them.A device named Michelle3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"What is it?" asked one.
"I've already told you, I don't know," replied another, frustrated. "I just found it on my desk this morning."
A third wizard reached out his wand tentatively. "What are these buttons for?" he whispered.
Another in the crowd shrugged. "It doesn't seem to be dangerous," he offered. "Try pressing one." Everybody drew back, and the speaker found himself being pushed towards the object. "Oh, fine," he snapped, trying to sound exasperated but unable to keep the quaver out of his voice. He reached towards the object and pushed a button.
There was a loud beep. Then nothing.