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
Your Surrender"So how about here?"Your Surrender4 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
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
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
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
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
A Poetic Tribute to Harry PotterI remember the words, read time after timeA Poetic Tribute to Harry Potter2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Each of them a reminder of just how sublime
These books are and how much I miss
The thrill of a new one, the consuming bliss
Of another adventure with Harry, Hermione and Ron
And how, in the end, the good guys won
Although some people may call me silly
I am still saddened by the deaths of James and Lily
I miss Sirius, Tonks, Remus and Fred
But I still remember what Albus Dumbledore said:
"Do not pity the dead, pity those alive
And most of all those, without their loved ones by their side"
In the very end, love was victorious
Voldemort lost, but the battle was not glorious
Foe, friends and family were killed, a fate unearned
Tears were shed as pages were turned
The last page was reached, the final farewell
The story ended and all was well
Although the final chapter is now done
In our soul and hearts, it still lives on
It shaped my life, I am forever in its debt
And I'm not quite ready to let go of it yet
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
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 Morning3 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
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.
Post-DH George OneShotGod, the corridor was in ruins. George ducked his head through the haze of smoke and debris and struggled down the hallway. He was sure he had heard Percy yelling, but now the floor was deserted. Flashes and bangs echoed from up ahead, but they were already in the stairwell. He held his wand out in front of him, waiting for the slightest movement.Post-DH George OneShot7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He ran over the litany of his family members as he struggled down the hallway. He had just seen Bill going after Fenrir Greyback mere minutes ago; Fleur and Kingsley were with him, so he pushed them aside. His mother and father, the last he had seen, had been fighting on the second floor; they had attempted to follow Tonks and Lupin onto the grounds but were cut off by several Death Eaters. He had no idea where Charlie or Ginny were; his stomach churned. If Ginny got killed he tripped over a fragmented suit of armor. Ron and Percy, he was
Life Must Go On: Chapter 2Note: Link toLife Must Go On: Chapter 22 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
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
EnglandxReader: Harry Potter2You were walking past a butterbeer cart, admiring your new robes, when you spotted a familiar blond mop.EnglandxReader: Harry Potter24 years ago in Romance More Like This
"HEY ARTY!" you called to your new British friend, Arthur Kirkland. He was waiting for you on the bridge between the Wizarding World of Harry Potter and Jurassic Park.
Arthur turned and only had enough time to raise his hand for a wave before you hug-tackled him.
"U-uhm..." he stuttered. After a tense moment, he relaxed and put his hands around your waist.
Suddenly there was a bright flash and loud laughter. "HA-HAAA! Francis will never believe this! Arthur got a girlfriend!!"
You and Arthur separated and looked at a tall, blonde haired man in surprise. His bright blue eyes were gazing mischievously at a digital camera.
"ALFRED, YOU BLOODY WANK-" Arthur stopped abruptly.
Alfred grinned. "What? Cat got your tongue?"
Arthur turned his head away indignantly.
Dear FredDear FredDear Fred4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Mum suggested I write you this letter, told me it would make me feel better. I don't see how because you can't see it and I won't get to see your reaction to it, but I don't have anything to lose, so here we are.
It's been a year since you died. Everything is still the same, but somehow, it feels different. The joke shop is still as strong as it was with you here. Ron is helping me out but the little git doesn't appreciate my jokes and ideas as much as you did.
I miss you so much, Fred. I keep thinking about how I never got to say my final good-bye to you and tell you how much I love you. I do love you. I hope you knew that even though we never said it much to each other. Or anyone else.
I'm struggling. I'm not going to lie to you, Fred. I pretend like I am okay, I laugh, I joke around, but my heart is still hurting. I want to hug you, pull pranks with on Ron and Hermione when they start snogging, to hear you again. I pray every night hoping your having fun with Tonks, encour
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.
Are you a Harry Pottard?Ten signs you're an incurable Harry Pottard.Are you a Harry Pottard?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
1. When someone says something like, "Oi! That book's so large you could kill someone with it!" Your instinctual reaction is to say: "God No! Then I'd get blood all over it!! I can't deface such perfection!"
2. When people say: "Are you effing serious?!" In total shock, your first thought is, "No, but I'd like to be!"
3. When someone says, "Nothing's perfect " your thought is, "Nope, but the Harry Potter series is as close as we'll ever get."
4. You don't care if they're fictional, there is someone in those books you're going to marry, darn it! And no one is going to stop you!
5. When totaled, your HP crap is worth something like 350+ dollars, probably more
6. Your friends genuinely wish you'd never heard of those books because they are so tired of your ranting.
7. You get into deep conversation, sometimes even philosophical ones, related to a Harry Potter concept or theme.
8. You could easily write a fifteen page book report on j
Impossible HeartbeatIt was one of those perfect, wonderful moments that you would give anything, if only it didn't end. Harry was snoring lightly, and I was lying on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and trying to ignore the sunlight creeping across the carpet, heralding the beginning of the day.Impossible Heartbeat3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Thu-thump. Thu-thump. Thu-thump.
I knew his second scar was somewhere beneath my head. The one that Voldemort had given him sixteen years after the first, when he walked into the Forbidden Forest of his own accord, and given his life so that everyone else could live. Just as his mother had done.
Thu-thump. Thu-thump. Thu-thump.
But his heartbeat. That's what truly amazed me. He had such a big heart, so full of love and laughter, but so stubborn. It had refused to stop, not once, but twice, after all.
And he's an Auror now. Being an Auror isn't as
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
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
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