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
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
Blue sweaterA blue sweater.Blue sweater5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
There was a misshapen parcel for me at the foot of my bed. 'Mrs and Mr Weasley', it read. I was partly confused, but also incredibly fond of them in that moment. Didn't they know that the reason why I had not visited them for the holidays this year was because I could not stay under the same roof as their youngest son? Didn't they know that he had hurt me as I didn't remember being hurt before? No, of course they didn't know that.
And yet, there was a present from them, with my name, at the foot of my bed. I was confused at the same time because I usually got sweets from Mrs Weasley. Thank goodness those sweets never passed under my parents' noses: their daughter stuffing her mouth with sugar laden foods would have been a torture for a couple of dentists. But this time, it was a misshapen parcel.
A blue sweater. A Weasley sweater.
Why right this year? I felt like they were sort of including me into their family with that gesture. Harry had always got Weasley sweaters fo
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
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
City of Fallen Angels QuotesCity of Fallen Angels QuotesCity of Fallen Angels Quotes4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Clary made fun of him about his new look; but then, Clary found everything about Simon's love life borderline hilarious. She couldn't believe he was dating Isabelle in any serious way. Of course, she also couldn't believe he was also dating Maia Roberts, a friend of theirs who happened to e a werewolf, in an equally serious way. And she really couldn't believe that Simon hadn't yet told either of them about the other.
"What would you prefer? 'What did the Count eat today, children? One helpless villager, two helpless villagers, three helpless villagers ."
"They're staring at you. Maybe their master died and they're looking for another vampire to own them. You could have pets." She grinned.
"Or," Simon said, "Maybe they're here for the hash browns."
Camille leaned forward. When she did, the neckline of her black silk blouse gaped open. If Simon has still been human, he would have blushed. "Will you let me see it?"
Simon could actually feel his eyes pop
HP 100 - Snitch14. SnitchHP 100 - Snitch3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
James' expression after having watched the Sorting Hat put his little brother into Slytherin was so priceless; Albus thought he´d never forget it. He still wasn´t sure himself if he really belonged into that house, but maybe the look on his brother´s face was part of why it could be really so. All his life he had heard people talking in the darkest colours about it, especially James and his mother. His father had tried to stay neutral, though Albus couldn´t help but be scared of what he had told them about certain Slytherins in his school years. And he was sure he hadn´t even told them the worst things.
But then he had met Scorpius.
The boy had been sitting all alone in one of the train departments, so pale and fragile looking that Albus had wondered for a second whether ghosts travelled in this train too.
"Do you mind? Everywhere else is full," he explained, waiting for the boy´s consent rather than simply dumping his trunk and throwing
I Choose YouI get it. You choose him.I Choose You8 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hermione had never heard Ron say something so untrue. As she ran out into the night after him, screaming his name, all she wanted to do was tell Ron that she did choose him. She always had.
This memory came to Hermione as she lay in her bed, with Ron snoring loudly beside her. The sun was beginning to peek through the blinds of the window, and the room was slowly bathed in golden light.
As she continued to watch Ron sleeping, even more memories came flooding into her mind to complement the one from the Horcrux hunt.
She was in fourth year, and she was standing at opposite sides of the common room from Ron. Both of them were extremely angry...
"How can you have gone to the ball with that git Krum? Ron was shouting at her.
Well, if you dont like it, you know what the solution is, dont you? It was naïve to the point of foolishness for her to believe that Ron actually did know what the solution was, but she shouted it a
Weasley's Wizard WheezesHermione was reading One Hundred Ways To Pass OWLs Without Cheating. Ron and Harry had fled the compartment when she had triumphantly shown them the title of first chapter in her book: Don't Think You Will Get Anywhere Without Studying. She looked up from her book and watched the scene in front of her. Fred, George and Lee were poring over some sort of list. The couch was strewn with sweets. George and Fred pointed to one piece after another giving short murmered comments, after which Lee would pick it up and examine it closely. He made a few remarks in a doubtful voice, but most of the time he nodded approvingly.Weasley's Wizard Wheezes9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Your extracurricular activities involve sweets?" Hermione asked. All three boys jumped at the sound of her voice.
"Well... You have to do something to make your time at school worth your while," said Fred.
"Hey! Do you want one?" George offered.
She closed the book and, keeping a finger on the pages of chapter two (Concentration - Even A Butterbeer Might Be
The LocketThe Locket9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was oddly heavy in his hand. His thumb traced mindlessly over the fine filigree on its surface as it had done a thousand times over the past week. He imagined his skin removing the silver, particle by particle - removing her initials, removing her memory. He slowly eased the locket open.
The two halves snapped together before Godric even touched his shoulder, and the locket disappeared with some sleight of hand before Godric spoke.
"Salazar, please reconsider."
Godric had been repeating that phrase for the past seven days - in anger, in friendship, in exasperation. Now, in desperation. Salazar ignored the warm hand and continued stuffing his saddlebags.
He didn't need Godric to tell him what was right, and what was wrong. The way she had reacted, had been wrong. The way his "friends" had made light of her contempt for all of them, had been wrong. That they wanted that filth to remain here,
THG - Poem - PeetaxKatnissTHG - Poem - PeetaxKatniss3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't need the fire,
I have enough myself alone.
I need the bright yellow
that only he owns.
The dandelion in the spring,
the bright yellow that means rebirth,
the promise that life goes on no matter what,
I need him, no matter what it's worth.
He helped me through it all,
kept me sane and strong,
loved me for who I am,
even when I was wrong.
In the end of everything,
he whispered, "You love me. Real or not real?"
I smiled and looked him in the eyes,
and told him, "Real."
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
Fred + George Weasley AnalysisFred + George Weasley Analysis8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Fred & George: A Short Character Analysis
Right, so first off I'm a big fan of the twins: both twins, not just Fred. I've always appreciated both as separate characters and I've never really understood how so many people never picked up on their differences. So I decided to do what I do best - RANT (wayhey!). Keep in mind this is just my own opinion based on what I've read in books 1-7.
In the first place it's important to know and understand the twins' differences, especially if you're writing a story that puts particular focus on them. Yes, both twins are bonkers, fun-loving, flirtatious, stubborn and lest we forget both in the possession of a razor sharp wit. The books may describe them as identical right down to the last freckle, but this doesn't mean that they are one hundred percent identical in personality - no twins are. In fact, if Fred and George were the same they wouldn't make such a good team. Fred and George are a perfect double act and in any double act you
New Years (Draco X Reader)New Years (Draco X Reader)5 months ago in Romance More Like This
"I can't believe you dragged me all the way out here just to see some shiny ball drop," voice almost as ice cold as the weather itself in New York city, met your ears through all the noise, Draco always had a habit of being louder than everyone else. Laughing quietly, you stopped your wide eyed stare at the stage with all it's attractive lights and looked at your boyfriend with a soft smile. You boots clicked inaudibly against the concrete as you ventured back to him, stopping you stood to his left, shoulder to shoulder because of the mass amount of people.
"Says the man who actually paid to come here~ I did no dragging," You chirped loud enough to be heard, looking up with glistening (E/C) orbs and meeting his steely grey ones. Draco only rolled his eyes indignantly, silently glowering at every passing, cheering, smiling muggle's face.
You had to agree that these people were quite loud, impolite and stupid but it was just so exciting, y
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
Remus X Reader: Just Stop TryingRemus and Sirius sat in their dorm. It was Christmas time, and the entire castle was nearly empty, save for a few students. And you. Sirius stared at Remus as he went on and on about you. “I mean, she’s perfect, Padfoot. Everything about her. Her (h/c) hair. Her (e/c) eyes. Merlin, her eyes are gorgeous. Her (s/c) skin. She has nice skin…” Sirius snickered a bit, watching as his friend stared up at the ceiling. “And you’re still too big of a coward to talk to her, Moony.” Remus blushed a bit, sitting up in his bed. “What would I even say? ‘Hi (y/n), I’m Remus. You have nice skin and I really want to go out with you.’ That would be awful, Padfoot!” Sirius shrugged a bit, playing around with his wand. “It works for me. Besides, some girls like straight-forward. Just go for it. And, if she says no, oh well. What’s the worst that could happen?” Oh, RRemus X Reader: Just Stop Trying1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
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.
Sirius X Reader: Just Be RomanticIt was no secret that Sirius Black was a sex God. Every female and student in Hogwarts knew that. Obviously. He could get any girl he ever wanted with some charming words and a wink. After that, he had them brain-washed. You, however, were completely different. Your appearance was taken in account in his eyes, of course. Your (h/l), (h/c) hair looked so silky. Your (e/c) eyes glittered in amusement and happiness nearly every hour of every day. Your (s/c) skin. Your long legs. Your gorgeous face. You were the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Plus, you were in his year and his house. A double bonus. But, when you were different, it wasn’t just your appearance. Oh no. You were more stubborn and smart. His charming words were just considered as annoying flirting to you. And he did it constantly. You wouldn’t let him in your head or in your pants. He started to think you never would, either. So, he decided to turn up the charm. More than usual, of course.Sirius X Reader: Just Be Romantic10 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
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
StormThe rain pitter-pattered on the roof.Storm5 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hermione, ever the light sleeper, woke up once the rain turned from a light sprinkling to a heavy downpour. The thunder rolled in next, and she instinctively cuddled closer to Ron. His warm body and unique scent were the most comforting things to her in the face of a large storm.
Ron was tickled awake by Hermione's hair underneath his nose. He smiled slightly and pulled her closer to him.
"Oh, so you are awake then," Hermione said contently, tilting her head up to see his bright blue eyes smiling at her. He still looked rather drowsy.
"Not for long, dear," he chuckled. Pulling her even closer, he laid his head on hers and closed his eyes.
A few minutes passed.
"I love you."
"I love you, too, dear."
The thunder was rolling its way out. Hermione sighed and drifted back to sleep.
Draco x Reader: Muggle StudiesDraco x Reader: Muggle Studies7 months ago in Romance More Like This
O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name.
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.
"Seeing as we are wrapping up the unit. I want everyone to write an essay explaining why Muggles need electricity, it'll be due after the long weekend," the muggle studies teacher said while the students groaned with displeasure, "Oh, be quiet! This next unit you will be jubilant for. We are going to discuss Muggle literature, not everyone but famous ones such as Aristotle and Shakespeare," Ms. Burbage went behind her desk and fetched two top hat one was pink and the other black, "You will pick a piece of parchment from one of these hats, depending whether you're a male or female, and announce the name that is written within." with a wave of her wand paperback books were distributed to each student. First was a forth year named Andrew. He unfolded the paper and frowned a little.
The hogwarts rulesI solemly swear that:The hogwarts rules6 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
Jace Wayland QuotesJace Wayland Quotes:Jace Wayland Quotes5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides they want to take a bath with the duckie."
"Haven't you ever heard that modesty is an attractive trait?"
"Only from ugly people," Jace confided. "The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me."
'Clary stopped dead in her tracks. "Simon?"
"Oh, God," said Jace, sounding resigned. "And here I'd actually hoped I'd got hold of something interesting."
Isabelle ignored him. "JACE WAYLAND," she said. "Explain yourself."
Jace was glaring at the cat. "I told you to bring me to Alec! Backstabbing Judas."
"If you know how to cook maybe I would eat," Jace muttered.
Isabelle froze, her spoon poised dangerously. "What did you say?"
Jace edged towards the fridge. "I said I'm going to look for a snack to eat."
"That's what I thought you said."
She shrugged. "All right. Are you going to come back? Do you want