James's Sketchbook -- ProloguePrologue The Seventh Hogwarts ExpressJames's Sketchbook -- Prologue4 years ago in Romance More Like This
So this was it. Lily could hardly believe that this moment had come. Until recently, this day had seemed so far away, but here it was. The days had slipped by so quickly since she had received the letter with the Head Girl badge. Where had the summer gone? Seventh year. Where had the past seven years gone?
Lily took her violin case from her father and gave him a one armed embrace.
"I'll miss you," he whispered in her ear.
"You know it's only until Christmas."
"But still " Mr. Evans gazed at his daughter. "You've grown up so much. Remember the first time we brought you here?"
Smiling, Lily nodded.
"Must we go through the same routine every year?" sighed Petunia. She stood with her arms crossed, looking disdainfully at the Hogwarts Express, her nose wrinkled up in disgust. Last night, Petunia had declared she would not to come to see her sister off, as she had done every year since the first trip to Platform Nine and Three Quarters
Padfoot and Prongs: Moving InPadfoot and Prongs: Moving In4 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
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 Promises5 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
A Morning with the Marauders"POTTER, GET OUT OF BED OR I'LL DRAG YOU OUT BY YOUR STUPID HAIR!"A Morning with the Marauders5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sirius was not a morning person.
"TOUCH MY HAIR AND I'LL SEND YOU TO THE GREAT HALL WITH YOUR TAIL BETWEEN YOUR LEGS!"
James loved mornings. As long as they were spent in bed, of course.
"COME ON THEN, YOU SPECCY GIT, HAVE A GO!"
"GLADLY, IF I WEREN'T AT RISK OF FLEAS!"
"I'LL SHOVE YOUR BLOODY ANTLERS UP YOUR ARSE!"
Remus and Peter were once impartial, but had acquired particular disdain for mornings after not experiencing a quiet one in six years.
"Sirius, put your wand down, you've already got a week of detentions from Saturday." Remus warned as he adjusted his tie.
Sirius begrudgingly replaced his wand in his pocket, grinning nostalgically at memories of his most recent drunken escapade.
"James, he's right," Remus continued with his self assigned mediating position, "We're already late for breakfast."
"It's Monday," James's voice was muffled from the blanket he'd pulled over his head, "The teachers expect me to be la
Summer BeginningsSummer Beginnings6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
George Weasley leapt down the last flight of stairs, pictures on the walls shaking in their frames and glaring at him. He only grinned and flew out the door. Today was going to be a wonderful day.
He'd been forced to take off early, seeing as he had to get to his destination. He wasn't seventeen yet, and so would have to take the slow route. By broomstick. Still, it was bound to be a nice flight, the weather was wonderful. It was early, but the sun was shining and the sky was bluer than he'd ever seen, cloudless as far as the eye could see. Perfect.
He chuckled as he grabbed his broom from the broom shed, shaking it to dislodge a few spiders who'd already taken residence in its twigs since he'd played a miniature game of quidditch two days before. He thought they'd learn that the brooms weren't a good place to weave their webs. Though Ron's face when he was forced to get his own broom was always good for a laugh thanks to the eight legged creatures.
"George!" a voice called from the ho
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 Sister3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Petunia sat upright in a plump armchair made for
HP: DracoxHarry: GoodnightGoodnightHP: DracoxHarry: Goodnight8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I can't take this anymore!" Draco yelled. He and Harry were lying in bed, trying to sleep. The problem was, Harry had recently caught the flu and was coughing constantly, keeping himself and his boyfriend awake.
"I'm sorry Draco," Harry said, leaning in to kiss the blond.
Draco pulled away from Harry. "Don't kiss me, I don't want whatever Muggle disease you have," he said.
Harry coughed, then stroked Draco's cheek instead of kissing him. "I know my coughing's annoying you, but I can't help it."
Draco sighed. "I know Harry, but I really can't take it." He rolled over and got out of bed. "I'm going to sleep on the lounge," he said, picking up his pillow and leaving the room.
Harry sat up, pouting. "Draco..." he whined.
The blond boy re-entered the room, but only to steal the quilt off the bed. He had to fight his boyfriend for it though.
"Draco! Bring the quilt back!" Harry yelled after the blond had managed to pull it out of his hands.
"Do you expect me to freeze to de
Truths RevealedThe moment I entered the common room, I knew something was wrong. They were the only ones in there, staring at the door, waiting. James leaning on a desk, hazel eyes looking hurt, staring at me from under a cloud of brown bangs. My insides started to squirm under his look. Sirius was to the right of him, lounging on one of the scarlet couches. He had been staring into the burning fire when I had first entered the room. But then very slowly he had turned, raven locks falling behind his shoulders, pale gray eyes studying me coldly. From when my stomach had squirmed with James, it tightened like a fist with the coolness of Sirius's eyes. Next was Peter, on the far left, propped against a bulletin board. Stubby fingers clasped in front of him, beady brown eyes staring at my intensely. I had to glance down, to stare at the scarlet rug under me, before looking at them.Truths Revealed12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Common room is pretty empty tonight. Did you and Sirius set off anything again?" I asked pleasantly, directing myself to Ja
Say My Name**Say My Name4 years ago in Romance More Like This
'Say my name and every color illuminates. We are shining and we will never be afraid again.' - Spectrum by Florence + The Machine
"Hermione, are you crazy?" Ron asked, grabbing her by the shoulders.
"No, Ronald, I am not!" she said, pulling away from him. "You believe me, right, Ginny?" Hermione asked, turning to the younger girl.
Ginny looked from Hermione to Ron and back to Hermione. "Uhmm I suppose we will just have to find out," Ginny answered, shrugging.
Ron groaned and threw his hands in the air. "But, Hermione, its Malfoy!"
"I know. I've been dating him for six months now! Can't you just get over it?"
"She has a point, mate," Harry said, joining the conversation. "The rest of us have. I think it's time you do too."
Ron huffed. "What's so special about him, Hermione?"
"Well," she started, "He's funny, sweet, caring"
"Not to mention gorgeous!" Ginny added.
"Well yeah, that too. He makes me feel special, Ron. He loves all my quirks and everything about me. I
Should've Said NoLily happened to be in a good mood when she walked into the Head Girl's suite Wednesday afternoon. She had just aced a test in Transfiguration (which was far from her best subject), and Amos Diggory, her boyfriend, had promised that he would go for a walk with her around the lake. As she wandered around the room, humming softly and picking up a stray sock here and there, a folded note that sat in the center of her pillow caught her eye. Her humming stopped as she picked up the parchment and read it.Should've Said No5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What you do with this is your business, but I suggest you go look behind the fourth floor tapestry of six knights hunting.
Lily reread the single sentence several times, trying to figure out who might have written it. It wasn't James and his friends; she could recognize any of their handwriting because of all their detentions and pranks, not to mention all of the annoying letters James sent in an attempt to ask her out.
Eventually though, curiosity won over, and Lily left the room.
Marauders-A"Don't you think it's a bit odd?" James glanced over at where Sirius was sat in the comfiest armchair in the common room.Marauders-A8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"It is a little," Sirius grinned, "Maybe he's a-sexual."
James laughed, a wonderful boyish laugh, grasping his sides as he did so. "Remus the bacteria, he just seems so...I mean," he grinned "Has he ever been on a date?"
Sirius shook his head, "Not that I know of," he swung around in his chair so his head was near the sofa.
Jamie mirrored his actions, swinging around on the sofa so their heads were nearly banging together. "What?" he whispered, this seemed conspiritorial.
"We should set him up with someone - just to see," Sirius grinned almost evilly, "It's five days till valentines day. We are gonna find Remus a valentine."
"Should we ask him first?"
Sirius nodded, "We'll give him a list of girls and he can say which one he wants to date....right?"
They lay in wait for him until, unsuspecting he walked through the door to the common room.
James grinned and rugby ta
Wake me up - Hawkeye x Reader: The prologueIntroduction: The action starts in Poland, because I simply love my country (You all Pole who hate Poland have to deal with this) and it will be something new for fanfictions like this. In the story I’m going to write some spoken sentences in Polish, German and Russian but I’ll translate them right after in square brackets. If you’ll find mistakes feel free to notice them - I’m learning German and Russian only for three years.Wake me up - Hawkeye x Reader: The prologue1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hope you’ll like it :3
You were already a Captain and one of the best snipers in Poland’s army alongside with belonging to the paratroops. You once lived in Germany but after you were used as a guinea-pig and escaped the Scientists who used you, you changed your last name and escaped to Germany’s neighbour country - Poland. After obtaining polish nationality, you applied for the Polish army. It took you a few years to obtain the Ca
44. Sparkle"Will you marry me--"44. Sparkle3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Angelina couldn't take her eyes off of the ring in his hand. It was a simple affair, nothing extravagant by any means, but that was entirely unsurprising; she'd seen it before, after all, when she went along to help Percy find Aubrey a ring. The only surprise of the whole thing was that George was the one kneeling in front of the Burrow's couch, holding the open box in hand. Belatedly, she realized that it had all been a ploy, that Percy would hardly trust her opinion on a ring more than anyone else in the family.
So there she was, gaping down at the diamond ring in surprise while time somehow stood still. It twinkled a lot. Not just the diamonds, though all three of them certainly shone and glittered almost outrageously, but the silver band itself seemed to shimmer. It hadn't done that at the shop, she was sure. It must have been an addition of George's.
Taking a Shallow Breath- Ch 10Taking a Shallow Breath- Ch 105 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"And let us all rejoice again, on Christmas Day! On Christmas day! And let us all rejoice again, on Christmas Day in the morning!"
"Thanks, Sir Cadogan. I didn't know 'I Saw Three Ships' had nine verses," replied Rose, hoping he would take a hint and stop singing.
"Hush, thou knave in maiden's clothing! You are to stay silent for your punishment! Now, another song I rather enjoy goes something like this! On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me, a puffskein in a pear tree!" he sang in a robust baritone.
Rose let out a low moan before she continued polishing the gold shield award. Her father and uncle had won it back in 1993 for special service to the school. She could not imagine such heroes could ever be found serving detention by polishing trophies. They h
You Can't Leave YetSirius' POVYou Can't Leave Yet4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It's Halloween. And I'm sitting here in my parents' house alone, wishing with all my might that I had somewhere better to be. Dumbledore wants to keep me locked up in here so that Voldemort can't get to me, and James and Lily back him up with a fierceness that makes me angry at times, but at others makes me thankful that I have such caring friends. But Dumbledore doesn't know. He has no idea that I begged James and Lily to make Peter the Secret-Keeper. I want them to be safe so badly that I don't trust myself with that secret. They were hesitant, but I wouldn't let them say "No." So Peter was made the Potter's Secret-Keeper. Only he knows the location of James and Lily's house. Even I have forgotten where it is exactly because that is part of the spell.
All of a sudden, the fire in the hearth crackle
A New DayRight now, Hogwarts School was covered in a thick blanket of mist. You couldn't tell that less then twenty-four hours ago over a hundred people had been killed in that very castle. Not just faceless people, but friends, family. Fred. Remus. Tonks.A New Day3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The momentary joy that came with Voldemort's defeat was gone, leaving Harry feeling hollow. The faces of the Weasley's, sad and downcast, chilled Harry.
Right now, he sat near the lake, under the beech tree he had used to sit under with Ron and Hermione, while they studied. From here, he had a spectacular view of Hogwarts and its sprawling grounds. Normally he would have enjoyed the view, but his head was too clouded with other things at the moment.
That was why he didn't even hear her as she approached him, only noticing her when she sat down beside him. She didn't speak, and neither did he. They both just stared out into the foggy distance.
After a long while, Hermione finally spoke.
"You're feeling guilty for what happened in there, aren't
Stolls meet Weasleys. Huge BOOM of epicnessWeasley POVStolls meet Weasleys. Huge BOOM of epicness3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"George?" Fred said, as he surfaced from the lake, "George, you there?" "Yeah" came the answer "Where are we? Not where we planned to anyway." "Turns out the distance apparition gadget is still a bit glitchy" "Wherever we are lets have some fun" They swum to the edge of the lake. Around them was the weirdest array of buildings they had ever seen. Weirder than Hogwarts. A boy around their age, fifteen, used a muggle contraption to dry them off. He had curly brown hair and blue eyes that made you watch out for your wallet if you were around him. "I'm Travis Stoll. Welcome to camp Half-blood" Immediately, Fred and George flashed identical grins. "I'm Fred Weasley" "I'm George Weasley" they said at the same time.
"Prank?" "Sure" That's all they needed to say to communicate about who and how to prank. Connor grinned evilly. That's when Fred pulled out some nougat. "Dude, give me some" said Travis. Fred and George looked at each other and grinned."Here" said
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
HP Lily-James - The First StepIt was three weeks into the relationship that James Potter and Lily Evans had their first proper kiss. At the very start, after Lily's fateful yes, she'd been quite adamant about taking it slow, and much to James' dismay, had stuck to her words.HP Lily-James - The First Step5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
So that evening, after a secret date outside the castle grounds late into the night, the two snuck back into the common room full of chocolate cake, Butterbeer and laughter.
It was an odd, yet wonderful feeling, to be sneaking around with none other than the perfect prefect, Lily Evans. Only a month ago, he couldn't get her to go anywhere with him outside of their nightly rounds. Now, she clung to him as they slipped through the hallways, her hand held tightly in his.
It was a heady feeling. But somehow it wasn't enough.
They stopped in front of the portrait door, reluctant to give up this last moment all to themselves.
"We really shouldn't keep doing this, you know."
"You loved it. You can't tell me you didn't."
"Who said I would? But we still
Let Her Go (PJO Oneshot)(WARNING: Mark of Athena spoilers ahead.)Let Her Go (PJO Oneshot)3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Annabeth shouted, her voice infused with pure shock and terror.
A grumbling, incoherent laughter filled the chasm, ethereal and imminent, growing in volume and threatening to steal their sanity.
He’d turned around in an instant.
It was just like the muskeg, only this time it was Annabeth drowning… and somehow that made it a thousand times more painful.
The ground had turned to sheer liquid beneath her feet, just as Percy had turned to grab her backpack, which they had left behind. He’d immediately tried to go back and save her, running straight into the molten earth, but it solidified around his feet and disallowed him from moving. He reached out; able to grab her around the waist, but it was no use. On instinct, Percy pulled Annabeth up under her arms with all of the strength he could muster, but when she suddenly let out a horrible shriek of pain he knew he had made a mistake. She collapsed
Gift of the MagiAnnabeth found it because she almost tripped on it.Gift of the Magi3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Oh, Hades,” she cursed as she bent down to pick up her camp necklace from the Manhattan street. That was the third time it had fallen off this week. She carefully dusted the snow off, trying not to smudge the paint, and remarked to herself how nice it would be to get a new cord for it.
Over the past year or so, it had become more of a charm necklace than a camp necklace. Not only did she have her ten commemorative camp beads, but she also had her father’s college ring, the piece of red coral Percy had given her, and a new addition: a real platinum pendant from her mother, in the shape of an owl. She took special care of that one. And it deserved a new chain. At least she knew what she herself wanted for Christmas.
But what to get Percy?
She’d wracked her genius brain trying to figure something out for Percy’s present, but no ideas were forthcoming. She’d even braved the