Your Surrender"So how about here?"Your Surrender5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Merlin, no!" Lily said exasperatedly as he felt the frustration build in his shoulders.
Their first date was not going as he planned. He had wanted to sweep her off her feet and make her melt at how romantic he was. Though, after she said she didn't want to go to the Three Broomsticks, he had to come up with something new. Snow was beginning to fall around them as he waved at a few mates that were heading over to the Hog's Head.
Turning to look across at Lily, she was staring up at the snow as if she'd been waiting for it. Her deep emerald eyes seemed to sparkle as the snowflakes collected on her eyelashes and throughout her red hair. She looked gorgeous, slightly dusted with shimmering powder as she stuck out her tongue slowly to catch a stray flake. It gave him an idea.
"Stay here, will you? Don't leave, I promise I'll be right back," he put up his hands and grabbed her shoulders as if planting her into the ground. She ki
The Start of Unity -FanfictionThe Start of Unity -Fanfiction5 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
His Mother's SisterShe was looking at Harry like she had never looked at him before. And all of a sudden, for the very first time in his life, Harry fully appreciated that Aunt Petunia was his mother's sister. He could not have said why this hit him so very powerfully at this moment. All he knew was that he was not the only person in the room who had an inkling of what Lord Voldemort being back might mean. Aunt Petunia had never in her life looked at him like that before. Her large, pale eyes (so unlike her sister's) were not narrowed in dislike or anger; they were wide and fearful. The furious pretense that Aunt Petunia had maintained all of Harry's life--that there was no magic and no other world than the world she inhabited with Uncle Vernon--seemed to have fallen away.His Mother's Sister3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Petunia sat upright in a plump armchair made for
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
Life Must Go On: Chapter 2Note: Link toLife Must Go On: Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
first chapter is in the 'Description' below
Chapter 2: 1998, May 2nd pt 2
After they took Gran I didn't know what to do. If she were alive I would have taken her straight home. But she isn't here. I can't take her home. What do I do now?
When I returned to the great hall there weren't many living individuals occupying the room. The floor was mostly taken up by covered bodies. Gran was there. Somewhere. Before I could walk into the room a tall, stern-looking man, stop in front of me preventing entrance. "Sorry young man, but everyone has to vacate the area, we need to get all the bodies together, please wait outside if you wish to stay on the grounds, there are several trains leaving from Hogsmeade if you'd prefer to head home. Either way you can't stay in here. Sorry". I nodded and walked away.
Luna and I walked around the grounds aimlessly. I looked around at the ruins, the soot covered grass and the smashed objects, scat
DistractedHermione was spending Easter Holidays at the Burrow along with her parents. She didn't want to spend Easter away from them, not now that things seemed to be getting back to normal, but she didn't want to spend Easter away from Ron either, so she was ecstatic (and more than a little surprised if she was honest with herself) when her parents agreed with her suggestion to spend Easter at the Burrow.Distracted4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Currently she was cuddled up on the sofa revising for her N.E.W.T.s. Arthur and Molly had taken her parents to Diagon Alley to show them around and would be back in the evening, Harry and Ginny had gone out for a walk, George was at the shop, and Ron was taking a shower.
She was so engrossed in her studying that she didn't hear Ron entering the room, creeping behind her and grabbing the book out of her hands.
"Ron! Firstly, don't do that! You nearly gave me a heart-attack! And secondly, give me my book back!"
"I think you've done enough studying for today Hermione."
She stood and marched over
Forbidden Pastimes of HogwartsThe Forbidden Pastimes for Fred and George WeasleyForbidden Pastimes of Hogwarts5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
By Molly Weasley
1-"To concur the earth with an army of flying monkeys" is not an appropriate career choice.
2- I am not the king of potato people and I do not have a flying carpet.
3- I may not chase Seamus Finnegan around school in search of his 'Pot o' Gold'.
4- Nor am I allowed to tell people he's a leprechaun on steroids.
5- I will not shout "I have the Power" before casting a spell.
6- I am not allowed to purposefully charm Filchs' underwear into wedgies.
7- Nor am I allowed to do it 'by accident'.
8- I am not allowed to yodel during important parts of Dumbledore's speech.
9- The Forbidden Forest is forbidden for a reason. I may not tell First Years that there is a party down there.
10- Especially when there isn't.
11- I may not refer to Sirius Black as 'Seriously Black'.
12- Just because I use air quotes does not mean the rules have changed.
13- I am not allowed to sing my own personal spy music while wondering the hallways.
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
Telling The Folks -Harry+GinnyAs everybody left the Potters home, Harry turned to Ginny.Telling The Folks -Harry+Ginny6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
I cant believe it! He smiled.
Me neither! Ginny laughed, pulling her husband into a tight embrace. As they walked into their bedroom, Ginny looked at Harry. When shall we tell everyone then? she asked.
Tomorrow he replied, its Teddys birthday so everyonell be at The Burrow. Ginny nodded.
Tomorrow it is she said, wrapping her arms around her husbands neck.
When Ginny awoke the next morning Harry was already up and in the kitchen, making breakfast. Hey hon. he said bacon?
Ginny took one look at the piece of fatty meat and almost threw up. No thanks! she said, helping herself to cereal and orange juice. Harry came up behind her and wrapped his hands around her waist, patting he
Harry Potter Talk"Daughters of Aphrodite, could you please not flirt with the Apollo boys? Just this once? We've got a schedule here!"Harry Potter Talk4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Annabeth, honestly, you're just stressing yourself out."
"You're no fun, Annabeth!"
"I am not, Percy."
"Yes, you are."
"I just don't like to cram about this, you know. I mean, the camp's looking great but I still have Olympus to work on... Okay, guys! Hecate's statue goes right there. Great! Thanks!"
"I finally get the girl but she'd end up ignoring me."
"Don't you think it's cool, though? We get to add 8 more cabins! And it's all thanks to Percy? Hey! Where're you going ?"
"To the lake."
"Hold on a sec.! Gods, how'd you get there so fast?"
"I'll come with."
"But... weren't you just...?"
"I'm not stupid, Percy. I kinda know it when my boyfriend feels ignored."
"You're doing your 'I'm a daughter of Athena' thing again, huh?"
"Nah. I'm doing my 'I've known you for years' thing. C'mon, to the lake!"
"You're such a know it all. I
The hogwarts rulesI solemly swear that:The hogwarts rules7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I will not tell voldemort to go to his `happy place`.
I will not play fetch with lupin.
I will not invite snape to tea parties.
I will not tell the divination teachers that my tea leaves are swearing at me.
I will not under any circumstances allow Peeves to know the password into Dumbledore's office and offer him points for each object he destroys.
I will not send Voldemort flowers, no matter how tempting it actually is.
I will not grow marijuana in herbology. Not after last time...
I will not take out a life insurance policy on Harry Potter
I will not ask Hagrid what a jackalope is.
I will not add Magic mushrooms to every potion I make.
I will not attempt to carve my initials into the whomping willow.
I will not scream "Voldemort!" just to get out of potions class.
I will not point to the dark mark and shout, "To the batmobile, robin!"
I will not hand out Harry Potter books to the first years.
I will not tell the house elves to tell santa I said hi.
I will not gi
The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch1The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
(All characters and locations within belong to J.K. Rowling unless otherwise stated.)
"Nothing is ever as it appears. Ever does both preconception and experience colour perception. We cannot avoid these, but we can all be better served by being aware of their influence."
General (ret.) Jigme Dorji Wengschuk
The sound of voices filled the open area in front of the large building. The din was so loud almost nothing else could be heard except for the sound of cars as they bustled by in the crowded streets, and streamed in and out of the crowded parking lot. Throughout Paddington Station, the guards grumbled to themselves at the absurd level of people pouring into the station. The veterans of course were prepared for it, as it was always like this on the first of September, though none of them could really think of why.
It was packed with the usual amounts of travellers
Harry Potter AnalysisThe wonderful world of Harry Potter has touched countless lives upon its release. It contains many colorful elements from magic and fantasy to fighting bald snake people with little wooden sticks. Yet at the same time, despite touching so many countless lives, the ever-popular series has not been without its fair share of criticism, a large portion of which may not have been completely unfounded. Harry Potter has been said to promote more than a few more shady practices. It wouldn't hurt to explore and prod some of them in scholarly analysis.Harry Potter Analysis5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Let us take, for example, the most prevalent example in the HP wizarding world. Wands. Harry Potter and friends often use their wands to solve problems and, more often than not, create quite a few of them. HP, Ron, and Draco are constantly seen "whipping them out" and "waving them around," despite the fact many teachers advise most of the Hogwarts students against doing so. This could function as a sort of subliminal nod to boyhood fasc
Love According to Padfoot - Chapter SevenHogwarts, it seemed, was not churning out any vulnerable girls that morning. In fact, Hogwarts seemed to take on the qualities of a ghost town in the early hours of the morning. The entirety of the Great Hall was empty when they arrived, making every step they took echo. Despite the eerie atmosphere, Sirius seemed perfectly at ease, sliding gracefully onto the bench. As soon as he sat, the table around him filled with food. Good to know at least the house elves were awake.Love According to Padfoot - Chapter Seven4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Remus plopped onto the bench with not even a fraction of the elegance displayed by his friend, huffing as he did so. Sirius looked up mildly.
"Don't fret, Moony," he said cheerily, "Plently of desperate fish in the sea."
Remus fixed him with a sharp glare.
"Thank you for that." he snapped icily, "And that's not what I'm mad about."
Sirius didn't look up as he piled toast onto his plate but his eyebrows rose interestedly, "Oh?"
"You robbed me of at least an hour's sleep, Sirius!" Remus exclaimed, dropping his voice wh
Love According to Padfoot - Chapter Four"If I were a prostitute, I'd dress like Moony."Love According to Padfoot - Chapter Four4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's a compliment. You dress like you don't have syphillis."
"I don't have syphillis!"
"Well that's always good."
"Wait, why are you a prostitute in the first place?"
"Hey, don't knock it until you've tried it."
"I'm not saying I have! Geez, Moony. But I'd like to keep my options open and I'm just pointing out that I've found my selling point."
"Dressing like you don't have syphillis?"
It had been two days since the uncomfortably heartfelt conversation in History of Magic and Christine Scott had become a mere ghost of a worry in Remus's mind, so trivial that he found himself laughing about the ordeal at lunch by the lake.
"I heard Sheppard dumped her that night. Serves her right." Peter commented as he shifted to let Sirius into the circle.
"Don't know how he could stomach her in the first place," James sneered before turning to the new arrival, "Alright, mate?"
Sirius gave an unimpressed huff and rolled
First Year: The SortingAs the train came to a halt at Hogsmeade Station, Rose Weasley brushed the last few crumbs from her grey skirt and pulled her coal-black robe more closely around her. Scorpius stood up too, and Rose frowned as she saw he was taller than her. She was taller than all the boys her age, and she didn't like change that much.First Year: The Sorting4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She hustled Spider back in his cage, much to his protest, and shuffled out into the busy corridor. Scorpius followed and tightened his cloak as the cold air bit into his skin. They both hobbled out into the station, and Rose watched in slight disgust as she saw all the different people walk past. There were Gryffindor boys with their red-and-gold ties around their heads running around, there were Slytherin girls tying their ties into bows around their necks and adjusting their jumpers so they looked good. There were also the quieter people, like the Hufflepuff's who jovially walked by talking animatedly to their colleagues. Ravenclaw residents were also quieter but- fra
Mistletoe MagicLily Evans has always loved Christmas. It's the most wonderful time of the year, right? She doesn't like it because of the gift exchanging. She isn't a materialist and never has been. She likes the spirit of Christmas. Families getting together, decorating the Christmas tree, singing carols, thinking about what a person likes so you know what present you'd buy them, being better. Because, certainly, in this time of the year everyone is better or tries to. Lily herself decided to be better.Mistletoe Magic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I won't yell at Potter. I won't hex Potter into next week. I will keep calm. I won't yell at him. I will keep calm.
"For Merlin's sake, Potter, no means no! It's past curfew and the rules clearly say that you can't get out of the common room for any whatsoever reason!" That was it for keeping my calm.
"But what if I was badly injured and dying? I would need to go to Madame Pomfrey immediately."
"You are not badly injured, Potter. You want to go outside to have a snowball fight," I said and sigh
Rose- ScorpiusRose flipped the pages of her book absentmindedly as she sat at a table in the far corner of the library. She was tucked between various shelves, hidden from the view of the hawk-eyed librarian, Madame Pince. Her stomach growled and she closed her book, sighing. She had attempted to smuggle a blueberry muffin from breakfast in to the library but Madame Pince had sniffed it out before she'd barely crossed the threshold.Rose- Scorpius5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Now, leaning back in her chair she let her hair fall out behind her. The bushy curls of her mother combined with the flaming red locks of her father always left quite an impression. But now, with no one around to see them, they merely hung there like hair often does. Rose sat forward on her chair and rest her head on her arms. She closed her eyes and waited a few more minutes before she felt arms snake around her from behind. She jumped slightly and turned around in her seat.
"What?" The boy who stood behind her now raised an eyebrow, "Were you expecting someone else?" H
A Red Lopsided and Slightly Irregular HeartA Red Lopsided and Slightly Irregular Heart4 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
Love According to Padfoot - Chapter OneJames Potter was considering his options. His eyes raked the dormitory, counting his exits and formulating as many escape plans as possible. Unfortunately, the only door out was currently blocked and his only other option was pitching himself out the window of Gryffindor Tower, so named because it was, in fact, a tower. So, short of pulling out his wand and throwing an AK at the objects of his torture, James resigned himself to the fact that he would just have to flatten himself to the wall, avert his eyes and endure it.Love According to Padfoot - Chapter One4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Peter Pettigrew was eating dinner alone. Fate had dealt him a better hand than his friend James, it seemed. When the chaos began, Peter and James shared a look of anxious anticipation. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened, and experience had taught them that these instances were never fleeting. Luckily, the objects of their fears were too caught up in their own problems to notice the two boys, so Peter had quietly slipped into his Animagus form and
Love According to Padfoot - Chapter NineWhen Remus found Sirius that night, the dark haired Marauder of questionable morals and sexuality was alone, fortunately, in the dormitory. James and Peter were enjoying a game of chess in the common room but Remus hadn't been able to focus, mind reeling from the earlier conversation. He stumbled upon the object of his confusion by accident. Sirius, sitting cross legged on his bed examining a piece of parchment, held his hands together at his chest and bowed his torso when Remus walked in.Love According to Padfoot - Chapter Nine4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Aaaah, my young apprentice... You sit now, observe zee grand master..."
Remus hardly registered the ridiculous accent Sirius was putting on, still unable to focus. He stumbled numbly to Sirius's bed and sat at the opposite end where his friend/sensei had indicated.
"Zis, apprentice, is zee modern man's most essential tool..." he turned to Marauder's Map to face Remus.
Remus frowned, brought back out of his thoughts for a moment, "I-What?"
"Zis is map of zee castle," Sirius proclaimed, sweeping a han
Love According to Padfoot - Chapter FiveAfter three days of non stop pestering, Sirius had drawn up a proposal, delivered directly onto Remus's face at 7 'o' clock in the morning.Love According to Padfoot - Chapter Five4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Messr Padfoot, here being of sound mind, pure heart and generous cock size, offers to help Messr Moony procure one (1) girlfriend of his choosing. Messr Padfoot plans to teach Messr Moony the ways of woman and, to the best of his ability, transform the subject from a 'prudish book-shagger' into a gentleman between the scale of 'moderately loin stirring' to 'Sirius Black', results varying. In return for his generosity, Messr Padfoot only asks that Messr Moony remembers this favor should it need to be repaid and also agrees to a full upheaval of all bitchy, whining, belly aching and generally pussy boying.
(With approval from Messrs Prongs and Wormtail)
"Just humor him," James advised, "He's helping."
Remus raised an eyebrow and James scowled.
"Oh come on, you know the definition of terms differs when in reference to Siri
Killing with Kindness PrologueThird Year Hermione Jean Granger was scowling at her schedule; she hated Divination and really didn't feel like going to class today. She couldn't stand Professor Trelawney and her bogus area of study. Divination wasn't even real magic; it was just guesswork and BS-ing your way through. But, then again, if Harry and Ron had anything to say about it, ALL their classes were just guesswork and BS.Killing with Kindness Prologue4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hermione sighed and pulled the time-turner out of her robes; she'd have to go to class, or face the revocation of her double classes and the time-turner. She began to turn the rotating magical hourglass, but suddenly, Draco Malfoy slammed into her, sending the time-turner into a frenzied spin.
"Crap," Hermione said before the scene around her began rushing backwards. The sun rose and set outside the window to her right and kids rushed to and from in the hallway. Summers came and went, and all the seasons passed in reverse right before her eyes. She had no idea how far she was going to go back, b