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 Happen4 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
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
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
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
Hermione's AdviceGinny Potter sat on her bed, leafing through a muggle romance novel Hermione had lent her. Harry was out late as work, as he sometimes was, and this proved for a very lonely night. Albus and Lily were in bed, and James was reading a quidditch magazine on his bed. James was just as mad for quidditch as his father and grandfather before him, they'd known that for a long time.Hermione's Advice3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, the tiny sound of feet padding along the wooden floors awakened Ginny from her thoughts. After a moment of silence, eight year old Lily's face poked through the door.
Lily was practically identical to her grandmother Lily Potter, in both looks and spirit. Flowing dark red hair, skin the color of milk, a tiny splash of freckles across her nose. In fact, if not for her chocolate brown eyes that resembled her mother's so closely, she would have been a clone of a younger Lily Potter.
"Mummy, I can't sleep," Lily said, rubbing her eyes. "I've tried counting Hippogriffs, Skrewts and Gargoyl
A Marauder's Introduction...Introduce yourselves.A Marauder's Introduction...7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sirius: Im Sirius. The good looking one. PHWOARRRRR!
James: Wooo, Im the cool one.
Sirius: No modesty there, James?
Remus: Shut up, Sirius. Like you can talk!
Sirius: And, you can tell that this guy is the cute one. Haha, right Remus?
Remus: No. Im the moody-before-a-full-moon guy, so you just better shut your trap.
Peter: And Im.. er just Peter, I guess? The others are all hyped up today. You have been warned.
Cool! So, are you handsome?
Sirius: Handsome? You betcha!! *grins*
James: Dont worry hes not normally THIS bad.. Its just cos he got off with a girl about 5 minutes ago.
What's your sexuality? Do you have a girlfriend/boyfriend?
James: For me there is Lily. Ahhhh.. *trance*
Sirius: And all the other girls for me!!
Remus: Leaving none for us.. *rises eyebrow*
Sirius: Noooo! Silly! Theres all the guys!
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
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
Taking a shallow breathTaking a shallow breath7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Scorpius took a shallow breath as the music began to play. What would normally be a cheerful throng seemed more like the screams of a banshee as the organist played with eloquence. Was he the only one that heard that distant screaming noise? Everything felt wrong as Rose started walking down the aisle. She looked more beautiful than he'd ever seen her before, which made him blanch.
She was holding a bouquet of blue hydrangeas that almost perfectly matched her own blue eyes. He wanted to kick himself for helping her pick them out. He had sat beside her as they picked out flowers, chose where the wedding would be, picked the music, and had even brought in his own mother to help with choosing the bridesmaids dresses. In truth, he had only volunteered so that he'd have a chance to smell her hair as she enthusiastically flipped through brochures, and watch her eyes twinkle as she found 'the one' of everything from place cards, to the ridiculous canapés. It was his fault that she looked
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 Sister2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Petunia sat upright in a plump armchair made for
Fred + George Weasley AnalysisFred + George Weasley Analysis7 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
One Last TimeOne Last Time4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Severus stood very still as Dumbledore walked past him, out the door, and down the revolving staircase to the griffin three floors below.
Snape was alone in Dumbledore's office.
He glared around at the many shiny, and very delicate instruments that lay on the small, rickety tables, and shelves all around the room. His eyes had just passed over the dilluminator, and an old snitch, when they fell upon a gold ring with a small black stone cut in a diamond shape. There was a triangle, and circle, and line set into the top of the stone. He caught his breath.
It had been years since he had heard his mother's sweet voice telling him the ancient tales, but he could still recite them by heart. There sat the Resurrection Stone of Cadmus Peverell.
He took a step closer, and reached out to touch it. After the slightest hesitation, he lifted it from its resting place on the table and held it in his hand. He tilted it closer to the light, and noticed a very fine crack cut diagonally on the face of t
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
Live the momentMarch, 1996*Live the moment3 years ago in Romance More Like This
The man left the newspaper aside, leaning back on his chair and rubbing his eyes with his hands. It was still dark outside, and not a single sound could be heard in the huge, old house. The wooden chair squeaked a bit as he straightened up again, placing his hands on the table and staring at them. He was pale as usual, and the eternal dark rings under his tender honey eyes made him look older than he was, and so did his light-brown hair, which was graying already. The lycanthrope sighed; he just wanted all of it to be over. He seemed extremely exhausted, and felt as if everything he did was useless. At that moment, he didn't feel like they would ever make it.
Suddenly, the entrance door screeched, and he raised his guard, listening carefully. He heard the door close slowly, and when he was about to stand up, the newcomer tripped over something and the racket started. Things falling to the floor, metallic so
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
HP 100 - Mother Nature15. Mother NatureHP 100 - Mother Nature3 years ago in Romance More Like This
He found her kneeling on the ground, hands digging up the earth, as usually.
If anyone were to paint a picture with the title "Mother Nature", this would be it, he thought fondly. But then he slowed down in his steps. I wonder whether she´s angry at me...
He had promised to help her repotting the Devil´s Snares. However, an accident at Potions Class had kept him at the Hospital Wing the whole morning and it was only now that he had found the time to walk down to the Greenhouse.
Coming closer, the expression on her face made him hesitate somewhat more. Helga without a smile was like Rowena without brains. It scared him. Could she really be so upset about a missed appointment? But then again, the cold, logical voice inside his head told him, he had a good reason to have missed it. So why was he feeling so guilty?
"What are you planting?" He had closed the distance of the last few meters in haste and was slightly out of breath.
She looked u
Hogwarts: A Maraurders Age 1Lily breathed in deeply the scent of steam from the Hogwarts Express, inhaling the smell of the past great memories of 6 years of school. Finally, the break was over, Petunia thousands of miles away, and her friends and "family" were here.Hogwarts: A Maraurders Age 16 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Alice! Marlene! Andromeda!" she screamed over the scarlet engine's hustle and bustle.
"Lily!!!" chorused three voices simultaneously. The four girls ran into each other's arms, sobbing, laughing, and yelling all at once. This caused some staring. But the girls were used to being gawked at.
Lily Evans, Marlene McKinnon, Alice Prewett, and Andromeda Black were 7th year girls at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
They ruled the female side of the school. Literally. They were, "The Queens."
Their leader, Lily Evans, was a fiery redhead, with an personality to match her fiery hair color. Standing at a lovely 5'8", with emerald green eyes, Lily was top of her class, and the infatuation of many a boy in the school.
Second in command was Marlene Mc
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."
A is For Arachnid"Uncle George, you have to tell us!"A is For Arachnid4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He laughed at the expressions on his little niece's faces. They were already as much trouble as he and Fred had been. "Uncle Ron would not be happy."
"But it would be funny."
"Oh, Mols, you are trouble."
"We promise we won't do anything. We're just curious."
Dominique had not been blessed with the degree of ethereal beauty that her mother and sister possessed, but she had more than enough make it completely impossible to deny her what she really wanted. George grinned. It seemed as if his little brother would be mercilessly teased by the next generation of Weasleys as well. That girly shriek was just too hard to resist.
"Swear on Merlin's wand?"
"All right. Spiders."
The girls looked disappointed. "Spiders?"
Molly snickered. "Uncle Ron is afraid of spiders?"
"Terrified. Big, hairy ones and even tiny, legg
Rose and Scorpius DateI fidgeted nervously- waiting just outside the Hogwarts grounds- for Scorpius. I was November, and a thin layer of snow covered the ground. Perfect weather for a trip to Hogsmead, I also thought it was wonderful weather for a first date, but that didn't calm my nerves.Rose and Scorpius Date5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Scorpius and I had been going out for almost three weeks now, but I still hadn't gotten used to my amazing good fortune of having Scorpius as a boyfriend.
I was drawn out of my thoughts when I spotted Scorpius, amongst those still exiting the gates, eager to escape school for a day. Scorpius saw me a moment later and rushed over, sweeping me off my feet and kissing me passionately.
'Hey babe, hope you weren't waiting long?' He asked putting me down. I blushed when I noticed some nearby students pointing and giggling.
'No, not long,'
'Good. Well let's head off!' And he started walking.
I hurried to catch up. Drawing up to Scorpius, I looked at his hand, wanting to hold it, but unsure if Scorpius- one of the coolest guys i
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
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
Not in Harry Potter: DHQuotes/ words that should be in Harry Potter but Arent:Not in Harry Potter: DH8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Geez, Voldemort, stop acting so gay!
- Bellatrix, stop groping me. Just just go stand over there.
- Tell me Lucius, whos the prettiest ballerina of them all? Voldemort gave a cold smile at the clearly horrified man.
- Sooo, whats REALLY going on between his lordship and that snake, hmm?
-Wait a minute, Harry said. You want me to put this Snitch where now?
- What we need, Voldemort mused, is some sort of sign that people can rally around. To keep the masses happy and unrebellious. Snape gasped. You mean- Yes. Voldemort allowed a vicious, cold smile to play upon his lips. What the Death Eaters need, is a theme song.
- NO, DAMMIT! I DONT CARE IF THE POTTER BOYS BEEN FOUND! AMERICAN IDOL IS ON!
- One of you go see if the boy