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
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
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
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
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
Hermione's Web Part OneHermione's Web Part One4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
No warnings--fluffiness and kissing and unicorns ahead
This is a sequel to 'Hermione Falling'--link below
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in the Harry Potter universe; they belong to JK Rowling, and I make no money off of this
"Oh what a tangled web we weave, When first we practice to deceive"
--Sir Walter Scott
Draco pointed at his badge." I am a member of the Inquisitorial Squad. I don't need to justify my actions to the likes of you." Ron and Harry tried argue, but Crabbe and Goyle had their faces squashed up up against the wall and their wand arms twisted behind their backs. "I need to interrogate Granger."
Draco had Hermione by the arm. He dragged her into Umbridge's office. "Unhand me, you brute!" she shouted. The second the door was closed, their lips met. Hermione melted against him. "So long," she sighed.
"I know," Draco whispered, "they just won't leave us alone, will they." He gave her a wry look. "Unhand m
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
'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I'Post War': Part I- 'The visit' - Chapter I3 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
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!
Retrn to Grimmauld PlaceIn the middle of the dark road on Grimmauld Place stood a man who was staring between houses number eleven and thirteen. Slowly, the two houses moved aside, revealing another between them.Retrn to Grimmauld Place4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
For the first time in almost twenty years Sirius Black walked up the stairs of Number Twelve.
"Home, sweet home," he thought bitterly as he entered the place he hated most, slamming the door loudly behind him.
"BLOOD TRAITOR! FILTH! SCUM! SHAME OF MY FLESH! HOW DARE YOU RETURN TO THE HOUSE OF MY FATHERS! - "the portrait of Walburga Black started screeching.
Sirius hurried towards the painting and struggled to cover it.
"Always nice talking to you, Mother," he grumbled, as he finally pulled the curtain shut over the screaming portrait.
The house became completely silent. He looked down the dark hallway. Every surface was covered in a thick layer of dust. He could see the dark shapes of the heads of the house-elves on the walls. To say that he was unhappy about being back would be a big understatement.
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
AcceptanceAcceptance3 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
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
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
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
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
Couch - A Drarry TaleHermione broke the couch.Couch - A Drarry Tale3 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?"
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
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 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
101 Hufflepuff Morals101 Hufflepuff Morals3 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
DrarryMy first Drarry, please dont kill me! I love youuuuu <3Drarry4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I couldn't like a little prat like him. Never! It was bad enough I was gay. No one knew though, mother and father would never accept it. But he was the Chosen One. The Boy Who freakin Lived for merlins sake! And now that crackpot Dumbledore has us sharing dorms for "house unity"! Slytherin and Gryffindor have never gotten along, and we never will.
"So 'Dray' how's it goin?" the Weasel said as I unpacked. He ducked as I tried to hit him. Malfoys had never been good at physical combat, that was muggle stuff. We did, however, excel in magic.
"Ron leave him alone, I don't want him hexing us the first night we have together." a tired and very sexy looking Harry said from his Gryffindor adorned bed.
"Fine Harry. Blaise, please don't touch me in any way tonight ok?" Ron said to Blaise, the other Slytherin in our dorm room. Blaise was openly gay,
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