The Start of Unity -FanfictionThe Start of Unity -Fanfiction3 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
Not Sorry Enough"You like him?" He was hurt, but that was to be expected. Of course he was hurt. That didn't mean he had any right to be.Not Sorry Enough2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"James Potter is not the man he once was," I said calmly, clutching the book I was reading so hard the top of the open page ripped a little at the top.
"I can't believe this, Lily!" he seethed, grabbing his dark curtain hair for support and stomping around.
Some part of me wondered why he cared what I did. I mean sure, he was picked on by James years ago, but he also thought I was scum a mudblood. Why would he give a flying hoot what a mudblood was doing? Why would he barge into that library with looks so scary they could kill causing many to jump back and lecture me on my relationship, when he lost me as a friend years ago?
And yet I wanted to talk to him, get his approval, get him to pop his grudges like a bubble and stop interfering with theses sick arts.
But he'd never listen to someone like me. Why should the fact I used to be h
James and Lily Fan-fictionIt was a week before school began, for Lily and her friends, and the three of them were planning to meet at Diagon Alley to get all their shopping done. Lily's summer had been one of the best she had ever had. She and Cora stayed over Kyra's house or rather mansion, being that she was a pureblood she had a lot of money, for almost a month. They stayed about two weeks before the start of term when Kyra's parents had to leave home because of a business trip; since Voldemort was out in the world killing freely without care, Kyra's parents felt it was too dangerous for three teenage girls to be left alone. So Kyra went back home with Lily, since Cora and her brother were barely making ends meet with the two of them, Kyra felt it was best not to burden them anymore then they needed to be. Cora would have gone back to Lily's as well but she felt she would be a burden on the Evans, having two extra mouths to feed when she could just go home to her brother. Cora did not tell them this of coursJames and Lily Fan-fiction3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
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 Magic2 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
OceanWhen Bill woke up that morning, he was strangely calm. No worries, no fears, nothing came to disturb him from this feeling of perfect bliss. He kept his eyelids shut for some perfect silent minutes, listening to the faint sound of the waves outside. They might have left a window open the night before, for he could hear it rather clearly. He was smiling peacefully. It was their first morning here, at their little Cottage by the seaOcean2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He slowly opened his eyes, turning to the beautiful figure that lay beside him. His wife Just this thought made him feel an odd sensation in his stomach. She was his wife now. Her, Mrs. Fleur Weasley Her, so perfectly pretty, his wife, to him, poor and disfigured. He still couldn't believe his luck, as he kept on watching her sleep. Not that she had had a crush on him in the first place, he was self-assured enough to believe in the charm he had, back then. No, his real luck was that she was still with him, that she married him even with ever
HP. 27 A fine line27. A fine lineHP. 27 A fine line1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Being raised in the pureblood thoughts of the Black family, Sirius learned at a young age that nothing or nobody was grey. They were either white or black. Good or bad. Accepted or not.
When it rained, there was nothing else to do then take a seat in front of the window and be gloomy all day because you couldn't play outside. When you were sick you got angry at yourself because you had to stay in bed all day while there were hundreds of other things you rather be doing that day.
It took until he met the little Sarah Starnight that this view of Sirius changed. She teached him that how dark the situation may look, there's always this fine silver line at the edge of that black cloud. And that fine silver line became only clearder to the Black boy when he arrived to at Hogwarts.
Nothing became more fun to do on a rainy day then laying on your bed and listen to the newest muggle music. When he did this at his house, it was of course 'smuggled' muggle music...
Being sick was
ForgottenForgottenForgotten1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Monday, September 19, 1994
“Welcome back, Witches and wizards, to the second half of Love Potion, the game show where contestants could very well end up with the person of their dreams!”
The audience cheered with gay abandon – fireworks sparked from wands, wolf whistles and cat-calls rippled through the crowd. The commentator nodded reverently along with the audience, rousing them on with his right hand as the other held his wand to his face, using the Sonorus charm to amplify his voice. “Yes, I wonder who will be lucky tonight? Now, onto our next contestant, Miss Hermione Jean Granger!” The crowd went ballistic, poppers zinged and confetti was flicked onto the stage. Blushing, Hermione smiled bashfully, staring at her shoes. Voices that sounded curiously like Fred and George’s chanted “’Mione! ‘Mione! ‘Mione!” over the pops and bangs.
After everyone had calmed down, the commentator smiled at the girl behind th
Padfoot and Prongs: Moving InPadfoot and Prongs: Moving In2 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
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 Sorting2 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
I Say Percy JacksonYou say Twilight,I Say Percy Jackson2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I say Percy Jackson.
You say vampires,
I say demigods.
You say Team Edward,
I say Team Percy.
You say Jacob Black,
I say Lycaon.
You say Emmett and Jasper,
I say Grover and Tyson.
You say Alice and Rosalie,
I say Annabeth and Thalia.
You say Esme and Carlise,
I say Sally and Paul.
You say Bella,
I say Annabeth.
You say Erik and Angela,
I say Percy and Annabeth.
You say Riley is hot,
I say Nico is hotter.
You say fangs,
I say Celestial bronze.
You say Edward Cullen,
I say Percy Jackson.
NOW SHUT UP!!!
The hogwarts rulesI solemly swear that:The hogwarts rules5 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
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 Sister1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Petunia sat upright in a plump armchair made for
Harry PotterHow could someone believe, even if their parents told them, that the book called Harry Potter could be bad? The books that rocked the world, that changed everything and presented a new view on good and evil that gave us all hope. Because hey, if an eleven year old boy can save the world, we can face our trials.Harry Potter3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Harry Potter changed my life.
I am a better person because I found my way to the Hogwarts Express. I learned that there is good in this dark world, and all we have to do is stand up to it. Harry faced down bully's like the rich snob, Draco Malfoy. I could face down the kids at school who liked to push me around. I may not have had magic on my side, but I had my own Ron and Hermione. Harry faced down Voldemort. I could face down all the bad things that happened to me.
Harry Potter changed my heart.
I learned acceptance. Harry's kindness to Dobby, a simple house elf whom no one seemed to care for, his friendship with Neville, who was scorned by most students of the school b
That's Not Gonna HappenJames Potter was sitting in the Gryffindor common room at 7 o'clock, if it had been anyone else that wouldn't have bothered Lily Evans but this was James, the boy whose ego was so big he would make an elephant look small. So that was the reason why she was eyeing him out of the corner of her eye, not because she liked him(cause she defiantly didn't) but it was odd for him to be up so early and especially without his gang. She had an unnerving feeling that it was something to do with her; she heaved a sigh before turning back to her book. The reason she was up so early was because her and Darcy where planning to get some work done before heading out to hogsmeade. However Darcy was late, so she told Lily to meet her downstairs while she got ready but when she got there she was met by James and his grinning face.That's Not Gonna Happen2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
James looked over at Lily who was focused on her book; he knew she was looking over at him from time to time though, making his smirk increase. "Can't resist me can you Evans" he
Don't We All?Don't We All?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Roy! How have you been mate?"
I motioned for him to come and sit.
"Well my parents and I moved to France for the summer."
Al nodded silently.
"Are you going back there this coming summer?"
Roy just shrugged.
"No clue. Oh hey Claire!"
She smiled sweetly.
He smiled at her. She was the only person who called Roy by his real name other than his mum that is.
"So catch me up everyone watcha waitin' for!"
Roy was the tallest of all of us and hung out a lot with Al and I. Roy unfortunately was also the loudest of us.
"Well Claire and Al got together. Not really a surprise..."
Roy and I laughed while the couple stared at us.
"Uh…other than that pointless shit."
"Actually," Al started, "Scorp ran off didn't come home till this morning."
I shot him my best you're so dead glare.
"Really?" Roy looked at me through his shaggy black hair.
I sighed, I was really having a bad day.
"I slept in the woods. Walked home this morning pa
GwL: GoodbyeHe was so accustomed to the halls echoing with the sounds of other students' voices, harried footsteps echoing against the ancient cobbled stones. The silence was dark and oppressive, settling in his bones like a cold chill. He shuddered once, coughing lightly at the thick dust and smoke still permeating the air.GwL: Goodbye6 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Terrible innit?" He lifted his head, focusing his heavy gaze on the older boy in front of him. In years past, he'd only ever seen Oliver Wood looking grim over a lost Quidditch game. The weary resignation in his gaze now made him look positively ancient. "Never thought I'd see the day..."
He couldn't find it in him to respond, choosing instead to focus his energy on digging through the rubble.
"Hold the fort, Neville," she'd said...
His fingers ached as he clawed and scraped at the rubble, his heart even moreso at the discovery of a torn, red Gryffindor vest...
Oliver swore. "Bastards..."
Silence fell between them again, broken only by the
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 Promises2 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
Rose.As for me...I hope it's Granger...Rose.2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Draco awoke in a frantic sweat. The silk sheets sticking to his chest and his hair a ragged blonde mess. It was just a dream. A silly dream of his. He looked to his left. There, sure enough, was Asteria. Her delicate hair lay gently upon the pillow. Moonlight shone in from the drapes, glistening off the material and her hair. It was best not to wake her Draco thought. She always did sleep peacefully. As he got out of bed the covers slid off Draco's body and fell faintly back onto the empty space in the bed. The floor was stone cold beneath his feet. Slowly he made his way into his study.
Sitting at the great desk he studied some of the parchment papers on top. Some letters from his mother about dinner at his parents, a pathetic letter from work and then he saw it. That letter. The handwriting was so oddly neat. When he had first opened the letter he was set back a bit. The Department Of Magical Law Enforcement was asking for his help. Weirdly. Draco s
Your Surrender"So how about here?"Your Surrender3 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
Christmas and ColdsChristmas and Colds3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Peter Pettigrew had eaten eighteen mince pies in under five minutes, beating both Sirius and Frank to the record of Gryffindor Fastest Eater '78. He had also been tremendously ill after and was now staggering up the stairs to the hospital wing. Remus and James were either side of him, helping him up whilst Sirius walked behind, both laughing and choking.
"Merlin's wand, Pete! You out-ate Frank! I never thought that'd happen!" James was saying as they hauled him along.
"Shame Pete doesn't share Frank's metabolism.." Sirius muttered, coming up the stairs behind them. Peter groaned in response.
Madam Promfey was nursing some poor first year in a bed close to the door, she made a brief glance up as two boys unceremoniously dragged their friend in.
"Oh? And what have we done this time?" She asked, clearing away the healing potions and wheeling the tray away from the bed. She pulled the curtain to and rose a brow at Peter, swaying on the spot and covered with the crumbs of his victory.
Writing a Harry Potter FanficTutorial to writing a Harry Potter fanfic.Writing a Harry Potter Fanfic6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
When writing a Harry Potter fanfic, it's best to realize things you'll need first. A pencil, a pen, a notebook or something to write in, an open mind, patience, dedication, and time. Why would you need both a pencil and a pen? One is for writing and one is for correcting.
Before you start to write, you need to make a plan, have materials for research, and knowledge of Harry Potter. Brainstorming is a great way to pan out a plot for your story.
Answer these questions:
You'll need to realize where you want to have your story in the Potterverse. Founders Era, Marauder Era, Pre-Hogwarts, Trio's first year-seventh year, Post-Hogwarts, and more.
You'll need to figure out what kind of story it is, such as comedy, romance, angst, horror, action, adventure, drama, songfic, and more!
Founders, Trio, Marauders, Death Eaters, Neville, OC. (See Vocabulary.)
H/Hr, Dramione, RonHermione, RonLuna, HermioneViktor, Hermion
Harry Potter Name AlphabetA - Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dubledore - Old HeadMaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and WizardryHarry Potter Name Alphabet3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
B - Barty Crouch. Jr - Death Eater - Given the Dementor's Kiss.
C - Cedric Diggory - One of the four TriWizard Champions.
D - Draco Lucius Malfoy - Ex-Death Eater - Harry Potters School Enemy.
E - Eileen Prince - Severus Snapes Mother.
F - Fred Weasley - Inventor of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes! Twin to George Weasley.
G - George Weasley - Inventor of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes! Twin to Fred Weasley.
H - Harry James Potter - The-Boy-Who-Lived - Heir Of Slytherin - The Chosen One - Wizarding Hero - Leader of Dumbledores Army.
I - Igor Karkaroff - HighMaster Of Durmstrang Institute - Ex-Death Eater.
J - Jame H Potter - Prongs, One Of The Four Marauder's - Father Of Harry Potter -Head Boy.
K - Kingsley Shacklebolt - Auror - Minister For Magic.
L - Lily Potter - Head Girl - Mother Of Harry Potter - Lovely Lily.
M - Molly Weasley - Mother Of Seven Children - Murderer Of Bellatrix Lestrange.
America x Reader: I'll Never Leave You...Part 2America x Reader: I'll Never Leave You...Part 22 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'He should be here in ten minutes' you thought to yourself as you waited for you boyfriend Alfred.
Today was your six month anniversary, and you were both looking forward to your special date but also very anxious. You were going to have to confront Alfred about something you'd been having a problem with.
The problem was something that had given you minor concern from the beginning; his level of seriousness. You truly loved Alfred for who he was and were happy with him but there were times when you wished he would get serious; sometimes it felt like your relationship was too shallow because of how erratic he could be. There were times when you tried to set the mood to have a serious conversation with him and he would totally ruin it by telling a joke. On other occasions you would tell him that you loved him and you would get a "Love ya too babe!" or "You too, _________!". You knew that he loved you you did but you needed to hear the words on occasion; you needed to know