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
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
The Tale of Severus SnapeThe Tale of Severus Snape4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I see you from a distance.
Your red hair is blowing in the wind.
You're discovering your magic
and seeing your powers grow
You watch your sister being afraid of the true you
I see you laughing at me
when we look at our letters from Hogwarts
I'll tell you my secrets
But I will never tell how I feel about you
I hope we'll be in the same House together
I see you in different colours than mine
It feels like we're growing apart, red and gold versus green and silver
You say you'll always be my friend
No matter what will happen
I can count on your lovely smile and friendship
I see how James Potter is liking you
How others seem to care about you, more than they did to me
The horror in your eyes when I call you a Mudblood
It was a mistake I will always regret.
And then we took different directions in our lives.
I see a future for you that isn't save
Risking my own life just to make sure you'll be ok
And you dont even have a clue
I wanna make sure you'll be save and happy
Even when its not with
'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Spinner´s End, Cokeworth, Northern England.
Severus put down the book and puffed heavily. It was the sixth time the bloody doorbell had rung.
Probably the teenage delinquents who were in the inconvenient habit of roaming Spinner´s End on occasion. During the past few years, they had been coming over to that abandoned part of town whenever they felt bored or were being chased by the police. As a matter of fact, with the street´s alarming state of decay, most of its houses deserted, it was rather surprising that the juvenile gangster-hopefuls didn´t come around to "visit" more often.
Spinner´s End was after all a perfect hiding place...Nobody better than Severus knew that...
But the fact was that Spinner´s End was ruined to such a degree that not even those little punks took a more than passing interest in it. Sometimes they entered an abandoned house to smoke, played some loud music (that is, if that godawful cacophony could be call
-PJO- Hogwarts Adventures CH.2Chapter 2: Everyone is Related-PJO- Hogwarts Adventures CH.24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Stoll Brothers (both Gryffindors) are selling their latest product in the Gryffindor common room, showering candy everywhere as the first and second years snatch them up in mid-air. "Free samples!" Connor Stoll echoed, watching as the students chew the candies, and momentarily, talking ten times faster than they usually do whenever spoken to. "So if you want to buy them, it'll be 5 galleons for one package." Travis Stoll said.
Percy and Grover were over the fire, playing wizard chess through the very noisy crowd. "You do know," Percy said, ordering his knight to move, "that muggle chess piece don't move?"
"Yeah," Grover said simply, watching his pawn destroys Percy's, "I wonder if some wizards who don't know much of the muggle world will react."
"Well," Percy thought loudly, tapping his chin, "I'll bet that they, the wizards I mean, would be screaming to the board 'MOVE, YOU PIECES OF--'"
"WOULD YOU PIPE IT DOWN?" someone roared at t
Always... Book 1 Chapter 3Always... Book 1 Chapter 34 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Headmaster," Snape matched his stride to that of Dumbledore. "Might I ask a question?"
They were on their way to the Great Hall for the start of the year feast.
"You have already asked one." He chuckled. "But, you may ask another."
"Where is the final protection for the stone?"
"It shall be revealed in time." He replied.
"Yes, sir." Snape dropped the subject. "There is something else that well, makes me uneasy." He confessed.
"What would that be, Severus?" Dumbledore looked at him, the same quizzical look on his face that he had worn earlier.
"First, why bother with all of the enchantments if there is a back door to the chamber where the stone is hidden?"
"Ah." Dumbledore smiled knowingly. "That doorway can only be opened by the headmaster. I'm not really sure why. It is one of Hogwarts' many secrets, I suppose."
"Also," Snape took a deep breath. "I must bring some suspicious behaviour to light. Professor Quirrell was acting very odd down in the chambers." He glanced at Dumbledo
Gred and ForgeGred and ForgeGred and Forge7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Arthur and Fred,"
"I'm George! Can't you even tell us apart when we're Harry?"
"Only yanking your wand, I'm Fred really-"
The hardest thing I ever had to do was walking into 93 Diagon Alley without you. For a place that celebrated pranks and good times it felt suddenly black and heavy; suffocating. Nothing but a great big bloody reminder of every moment I'd ever spent with you. Each product stirred another memory - hours and hours of experimenting, blowing ourselves up, wracking our brains for ideas, searching the halls for willing guinea pigs to participate in our experimenting. How could I stand in that shop day after day selling people laughs? I felt like they didn't have the right to smile, not in our shop, not without you.
The first week was shit. I wanted to punch every customer that walked through the door. It was worse when the regulars asked after you. I'd always reply 'the selfish sod got himself killed and left
Draco and Teddy"What say you, Draco?" asked Voldemort, and though his voice was quiet, it carried clearly through the catcalls and jeers. "Will you babysit the cubs?"Draco and Teddy7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The hilarity mounted; Draco Malfoy looked in terror at his father, who was staring down into his own lap, then caught his mother's eye. She shook her head almost imperceptibly, then resumed her own deadpan stare at the opposite wall...
His hands grasped metal so cold he wouldn't have dared stick his tongue to it, lest it freeze immediately into place. Not that Draco had a habit of touching his tongue to metal fences normally. Despite the shame and dishonor and bad reputation his family had continually suffered after the war, he still had his pride. It was barely enough to keep his chin parallel to the ground at times, but he persisted. He had to. What else could he do?
He still had to care for Narcissa and the Manor, and deal with his father's old business associates who seemed convinced that he shared Lucius's views and tactic
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
Not A BlackAndy had come to Grimmauld Place to babysit Sirius and Regulus for the day. Sirius was extremely irritated by this, as he was a big boy of seven and needed no babysitter, even if it was his favorite cousin. Determined to sulk, he darted towards his room as soon as the Floo swept his parents out of sight.Not A Black3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Oh, no you don't." Andromeda had caught hold of his collar. "We're getting out of this gloomy place. Both you boys go put on trousers. We're going to the park to play in the sun."
Before they left, Andy explained that they would be playing a game of pretend.
"Mummy doesn't like pretend," Regulus protested.
"Your mummy is wound so tight that I'm amazed she can walk in a straight line."
Sirius grinned, delighted. He wasn't entirely sure what Andy meant, but it sounded rude. His mum approved of rudeness about as much as she approved of pretend.
"Now, we're go
Always... Book 1 Chapter 5Always... Book 1 Chapter 54 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Potions Master watched the students trickle slowly into the Great Hall for breakfast. There weren't that many arriving, but it was still early yet. Most of the students would come in later, scarf down some food, and then hurry off to their morning classes, their bags banging against their legs as they rushed up the stairs.
Snape took a bite of his toast, and saw a familiar head of untidy black hair enter the Hall. He was talking animatedly to one of his friends a red-headed boy with freckles on his nose. They sat down opposite the round-faced disaster child who had melted the cauldron last week, and began to eat breakfast.
He frowned slightly as he watched to boys across the room. The boy had many of James' mannerisms, in addition to his attitude. Snape shook his head slightly, and turned back to his breakfast.
It wasn't long, however, until the morning post arrived. Snape looked up expectantly he had ordered a large box of lacewing flies as his supplies had been runn
Always Out of Reach P.1“Piper? Piper!”Always Out of Reach P.12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Annabeth tried not to let her voice betray the frantic, panicky energy building up inside her as she searched the camp for the daughter of Aphrodite.
“She was down by the lake last I saw her,” a nearby satyr supplied, looking at Annabeth with concern.
She nodded her thanks and dashed off toward the canoe lake, too preoccupied to wonder what he must have thought of her.
Sure enough, there on the beach was Piper along with most of the Aphrodite cabin. Many of the girls were tanning in bikinis or reading gossip magazines, but Piper was lounging under the shade of a pine on top of the dunes, reading a large book Annabeth hadn’t seen before. For once in her life, she didn’t care about the book.
She stopped in front of her friend, her chest heaving from running, her back to the other girls. “Hey, Piper.”
Something in her voice must have tipped Piper off because she looked up quickly and
NumbersNumbers. Numbers are everywhere, in every single aspect of our life, even if we don't notice. Our birth dates, our ages, the amount of siblings we have, the amount of children we plan on having. Our address, our phone number, the amount of letters our name has, everything is related to a number, and those numbers always mean something more than we think they do.Numbers3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hermione Granger has always known this, or at least she has always felt attracted to the somewhat magical essence of these symbols. Since she was a little girl, oblivious to her wizarding nature, she has enjoyed the challenge that working with numbers imply, fascinated by the simple operations that any primary math's professor can teach us.
Growing up didn't change her mind, and Arithmancy became her favourite subject: she could spend hours analyzing digits, adding and multiplying, dividing and adding again. She just felt home with numbers: they are precise and not ambiguous, and Arithmancy is a measurable and scientific method
Snape's EpilogueIt was the purest white he had ever seen. Blinding, almost, yet he was not squinting. In fact, he was not scowling, either. Severus Snapes trademark expression had abandoned him, leaving behind one of tranquility and content. He felt as if the overwhelming gravity that used to pound on his head, furrow his brows, and slouch his shoulders was gone. He felt light, yet stable on what was now soft, dewy grass.Snape's Epilogue8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All around him the brilliant white was fading away to reveal a small clearing in a green and luminous forest. There was no sun. Every leaf, every blade of grass, every flower petal seemed to emit its own yellow light. Severus could feel the damp blades between his bare toes, making him aware of his own nakedness. He looked down on his bare arms to find that while he was still pale, his skin had lost its usual sickly pallor. He touched his face, almost surprised to find it still there. He was still a being, still a form. He half expected to be a cloud of dust.
It was complicated
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
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
Always... Book 1 Chapter 7Always... Book 1 Chapter 74 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Almost over night, the weather took a sharp turn for the worst. It wasn't cold enough for snow to fall, but it was certainly on the right track. The castle got colder, and the dungeons felt like deep freezers. Students had been running through the halls in large groups, huddling to keep warm despite their thick winter cloaks and scarves.
Almost a week had passed since Snape stopped Quirrell, but the Defense Against the Darks Arts teacher seemed to be going out of his way to avoid Snape. However, Severus had a much more pressing matter to attend to. His leg wasn't healing quite right, and he was starting to become concerned. As it was Dumbledore's wish to keep the staff ignorant of Quirrell's actions, lest Quirrell himself become suspicious and try to escape, Snape had avoided going to Madame Pomfrey to have his leg healed.
He pulled down an old copy of Healing and Restorative Draughts by Medicus Tedavi, and began to leaf through the worn pages. He finally managed to find the All
The Demi-Potter GamesThe Demi-Potter GamesThe Demi-Potter Games3 years ago in Humor More Like This
I'm used to flying; it's one of the most normal things in my life. But when Percy brought out the chariot and two pegusi I knew I was in for a ride. We rose over the camp and flew towards the ocean.
"Where was this school of yours?" Percy asked me.
"Hogwarts? I dunno really." I said, cursing under my breath. Did he really think Draco would go back there?
"We should apperate there." I muttered.
"What's apperate?" Percy asked.
He had caught me off guard, I thought he wouldn't be able to here me over the wind that was whistling in our ears.
"Apperating, is this thing where you go from one place to another in like, seconds."
"Is it painful?"
"Sometimes, there's this thing called splinching, and it's when part of your body doesn't come through with the rest of you. Ron did it once, small part of his arm."
Just then there was this loud booming noise and a blinding light. Percy yelped, dropping the reigns. We both covered our eyes; we were
Troublemakers. Marauders x ReaderTroublemakers. Marauders x Reader1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
〖 Remember when we used to be rascals? 〗
“The Forbidden Forest? James, have you gone mad?!” [Name] nearly shrieked, trying not to catch the attention of other students. This was a bad idea. A very bad one. In fact, all the schemes that James (and Sirius) have thought are always up to no good. They would just get in trouble, get scolded by some Professors, and go to detention.
“James, it's called the ‘Forbidden Forest’ for a reason. It's strictly forbidden.” Remus pointed out, putting down his latest new book on the side. [Name] nodded in agreement. At least there was a sane person in this group. But even with Remus' and [Name]'s protest, James still wanted to go to the Forbidden Forest. He didn't tell why, exactly. But he wanted to.
“I think it would be fun,” Sirius finally had said. “don't you think so too, Peter?”
The poor boy nervously fidgeted and nodded his head slowly. “Y-Yes.. Of cou
Welcome Home - DrarryI walked down the all too familiar street. I was surprised by how much the same everything looked despite it having been several years since I had been here. But I had my eyes on one house that towered over the others at the end of the street, a huge manor, that I knew from some experience was not nearly as unwelcoming and foreboding on the inside as it looked on the outside.Welcome Home - Drarry6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I stopped and sat down on a bench when I was maybe a block away to run over my plan. Wait plan? What plan? I had no plan! This was completely stupid. Why was I doing this? Would Draco even still love me? I still loved him, but that didn't mean that he hadn't found someone else to move on with his life with when I hadn't come back. Not wanting to think these disturbing thoughts, I sat back, closed my eyes, and let past memories wash over me, starting from Draco and my first kiss.
I was lying in a tree, eyes closed, relaxing after a grueling Potions test, when I heard a voice break through my p
Always... Book 1 Chapter 4Always... Book 1 Chapter 44 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Surprisingly enough, Snape didn't think about the Potter boy for several days. He completely immersed himself in leading potions classes especially since his N.E.W.T students had only passed their O.W.L.s by the skin of their noses the previous year.
"Potion-making is not a game." He said silkily. He pulled out a very battered copy of Advanced Potion Making by Libatius Borage. "Today," he began, letting the book fall open in his hand. "Today you will be making a draught of Hiccoughing Solution, to induce hiccoughing. The ingredients can be found on page 126." There was a moment of silence. "Well? Get a move on!" He snapped. The class leapt into action.
This class was ridiculously small they all fit around one table. While this did make it easier to observe the class, the Potions Master was still disappointed that so few people chose to extend their potions knowledge beyond the intermediate level.
Why, when he was a student, there had been many more people that had
AwakeningAt age eighteen, he cannot grow a beard. His five o'clock shadow rivals that of his dubious peers, but it won't extend into a pointy, knotted mess. This is, however, not a problem for him. There is a boy he has loved for over a year now, and kisses are sweeter without something in the way. If perchance they're in the mood, his stubble will aid in a rough tangle near the telescope outside. A beard isn't needed, it's just that he can't help but imagine himself with one as he stares in the mirror.Awakening6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But today something is wrong. There are screams and bangs a few rooms away, and, by the time he drops the shaver and runs in the direction of the cacophony, his mother is dead. His sister, wide-eyed with small red scars all across her dragging skin, hunches nearby. His sister murdered his mother. The thought pounds in his head with newly clotted blood. It's of no real surprise. His knuckles crack.
One day, he will fix this world for the better. And, unlike his father, he will succeed. He an
Remember, RememberOne hundred and nineteen years laterRemember, Remember7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Five dark, chilly days into November and as many since theyd come and burned Feathers, Wesley woke abruptly in the middle of the night to find his deceased pet perched on the windowsill beside his bed, watching him.
He didnt need the bitter clutch of the icy air to tell him he wasnt dreaming. The clock had gone seventeen soft ticks past five-eleven in the morning and it was still dark in his tiny room, but the scene was as real as the nightmares that patrolled the streets and as stark as innocence lost.
Wesley hadnt been able to protect him.
No animals, one of the rough men in dark cloaks reminded harshly during the troops nightly search of the village. He grabbed Feathers and held him carelessly upside-down by one lean leg, the birds distressed squawks jarring in the horrified silence of the kitchen. Wesley opened his mouth to protest, but his mothers fingers dug into his shoulder.