Gred and ForgeGred and ForgeGred and Forge8 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
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
Fan fiction: Those green eyes- Lily!Fan fiction: Those green eyes4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Severus Snape was running up to her on their way to a Charms lesson. She had barely looked at him since that fateful night in fifth grade, when she ended their friendship. Now they were in seventh grade, and they still weren't friends. If nothing happened soon... No, Severus couldn't bear the thought.
- Lily... he said again, not looking at her, in fear of seeing anger or even disgust. - I'm so sorry, Lily... Please, be my friend again...
She didn't reply at first, so Severus looked up. She was staring at him like he was some sort of snail, her hand laying safe in James Potter's. Sirius Black, who was standing next to them, started laughing, and others joined him. Soon everyone around was laughing, except for Remus Lupin, who looked like he was truly sorry for Severus, and Lily herself.
- And why excactly would I want to be friends with you? she asked, her voice full of sarcasm. Severus was staring right into those green eyes of hers, and it took a couple of seconds before h
A Small Tribute to the MaraudersThey first beganA Small Tribute to the Marauders4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Walking halls of hallowed stone
Four ruined lives
Thought they'd never be alone.
So proud to be
Ran away to roam
Cursing Pure-Blood names
The shadow of the friends he had.
And kindness plied
Ravaged by the beast inside.
They four joined up
Their skills combined
Creating maps to leave behind
To those whose daring was the best
'Til their mischief too was laid to rest.
Wandless lay the first one
His child, the only one to live.
Ties of blood and malice
Killed the second who had naught to give.
The third held on to serve the dark
Convinced he'd cheated death
Yet hands of silver poison
Squeezed out his final breath.
The fourth was left alone to fight
The battle in the endless night
To protect his child,
And as the wand of death ignited,
The four Marauders
Always... Book 1 Chapter 6Always... Book 1 Chapter 64 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next few weeks seem to slow to crawl. Severus soon found himself both dreading, and eagerly anticipating Thursday afternoons and the first year students that would stare silently up at him for two hours.
The Potter boy caused him particular distress. He absolutely hated looking into those green eyes, but nothing gave him more pleasure than to torment the son and spitting image of his childhood enemy.
His only respite from the turmoil that threatened to consume him, he found in his sixth year students. Particularly a bright, Slytherin girl named Ingrid Eastchurch.
She was a relatively thin girl with icy blue eyes, and short, white hair. Because she was a Slytherin, Snape was already predisposed to prefer her to his other N.E.W.T. students, but she really did possess an incredible talent for potion-making a talent that he hadn't seen since his own days at school.
As it was Halloween, classes had been released early, and most of the school was preparing to
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
AcceptanceAcceptance4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
October, 31, 2005
Severus didn´t want a child.
And yet...here it was...
Severus approached the cradle with feather light footsteps. It was a simple but elegant piece of furniture, made out of heavy and dark oak wood...an heirloom of Evelyn´s family, that her mother had insisted on giving them. A wealth of delicate white and blue covers and a veil of rich Irish lace protected it´s tiny occupant from the late October chill.
His long fingers drew back the covers to reveal the child to his sleep deprived eyes. A child who was no more than an hour old. A child that wasn´t expected. A mistake that shouldn´t have happened, as far as his father had been concerned.
He didn´t want a child...
Most people take parental instinct for granted...They imagine it´s only natural for parents to love their children. It just happened...But Severus knew better...In fact he knew from experience that it just wasn´t that simple...Nowhere near that simple...
And that was p
Couch - A Drarry TaleHermione broke the couch.Couch - A Drarry Tale4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She hadn't meant to, of course, but it was what it was and what it was was that Hermione, 8 months pregnant, was a big unit and that couch was almost as old and she was.
It had taken two cups of herbal tea and all the flattery in the world to stem the unbelievable flow of tears that ensued but when she was finally gone, the couch was still broken.
Harry and Draco stood staring at it with a curious undertone of sadness.
"This is weird..." Harry finally murmured, "It's weird, right?"
Draco paused, "Well, we've had it since we moved in. We christened it that first night."
Harry smirked at the memory, "There was nothing holy about what we did on that couch."
Draco scoffed his agreement.
"We can just repair it." he suggested, flourishing his wand lazily.
Harry thought about it.
"I dunno. Maybe we could do with a new couch?"
Draco sighed, "Oh Merlin, this isn't going to turn into another one of your crusades for furniture that matches the apartment, is it?"
Harry Potter Sorting Contest Entry-Scorpius Malfoy"MALFOY, SCORPIUS!"Harry Potter Sorting Contest Entry-Scorpius Malfoy4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Murmurs and whispers travelled through the hall, members from each of the four houses glaring at him as he reached the stool - his heart was racing and his stomach was doing backflips. His hands were shaking nervously and someone said, "That's the palest Malfoy I've ever seen."
Scorpius sat down nervously and Professor Longbottom carefully placed the hat on his head - yawning as if he already knew the outcome of Scorpius's Sorting. Scorpius's head turned towards the Slytherin table and he saw some boys clearing a space for him and some girls arguing with each other over which one would sit next to him. Scorpius almost slapped himself on his forehead.
"Oh great." Scorpius thought to himself.
He turned to observe the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. The Hufflepuffs smiled kindly up at him, although Scorpius could tell many of their smiles were completely fake. Some of them looked terrified of him and shrunk away as he faced them.
"Really now? I'm not my fa
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
An Interview With Ron WeasleyA year after the events of Book 7An Interview With Ron Weasley4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Jacob Stanic for the Daily Prophet here on The Week in Wizard's News on WWN. We have on the studio today one Ronald Weasley, Hero of the Battle of Hogwarts, recipient of the Order of Merlin (2nd Class) and Harry Potter's close confidant and friend. Welcome to the broadcast.
"Thanks for having me."
"Ron, just Ron."
Ron then, thank you again for coming on the program.
"Happy to be here."
Yes, well a lot has happened since the war, what have you been up to these days?
"Working at the Ministry as an Auror, mostly. Hunting down the remnants of Riddle's followers and such."
Are they many Death Eaters still at large? I thought most of them fell at Hogwarts?
101 Hufflepuff Morals101 Hufflepuff Morals4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
#1 When it all come down to the end, I could sure use a friend.
#2 It's not childish to hold onto hope. It's actually hard.
#3 Don't judge a person for what they've done, because you don't know why they've done it.
#4 A person who deserves my loyalty receives it.
#5 Have a heart that never hardens, a temper that never tires, a touch that never hurts.
#6 We can do no great things; only small things with great love.
#7 There is nothing wrong with loving the crap out of everything. Negative people find their walls, so never apologize for your enthusiasm. Never. Ever. Never.
#8 Do not pray for an easy life; Pray for the strength to endure a difficult one
#9 I use to think your were weak and just didn't fight back. But now, honestly, I think you're actually pretty tough. It takes a hell of a lot of strength to not complain and lash out.
#10 If you think you're too small to make a difference, you've never spent
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
'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
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
Always... Book 1 Chapter 2Always... Book 1 Chapter 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The griffin jumped out of the way, and Snape stepped on to the rotating staircase, looking upwards, toward his destination the Headmaster's office. He carried a moderately small box in one hand, and a scroll in the other.
He reached the top of the stairs, and tapped on the door.
"Come." Dumbledore's voice filtered through the wood. Snape pushed the door open, and found himself facing five professors and the gamekeeper.
"Ah, Severus," Dumbledore looked at him over the rims of his half-moon glasses. "You're the last one." He motioned to the others standing around his desk.
Each carried a package. Hagrid held a small box with holes punched in the top, and it emitted barking sounds every few moments. Sprout was standing very still, holding what looked like a Devil's Snare. Flitwick carried a box full of keys, three broomsticks lay on the ground at his feet. McGonagall held a large wizard chess set in her hands, and Quirrell held a box similar to Hagrid's but
The Demi-Potter GamesThe Demi-Potter GamesThe Demi-Potter Games4 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
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
A Marauder's Introduction...Introduce yourselves.A Marauder's Introduction...8 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!
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
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
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 Black4 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