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 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
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
Damned PromisesHe could be at home listening to what would probably pan out to be the most important game of the Quidditch season. He could be working on his new motorcycle. Hell, it was 1:00, he could probably be at the bar already. Surely there'd be some flock of lonely housewives around that time...Damned Promises4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Instead, Sirius was stuck in the monochrome hospital waiting room, sitting on a hard chair and drinking bitter coffee from a styrofoam cup, listening to the wails of pregnant women, the woes of expectant fathers and whines of newborn children. He made no attempt to hide his distaste, punctuating every second breath with an impatient huff or mumble.
"Padfoot!" Remus hissed sharply in reprimand as Sirius' moans grew too loud and drew attention.
Sirius sighed and straightened up in the horrid, cold chair, as he found that he'd been slowly sinking lower with every second. He rubbed his eyes and slumped forward, resting his elbow on his knee and his chin on his hand. Remus chuckled quietly to
Summer BeginningsSummer Beginnings5 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
Prisoner of War**Prisoner of War4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Rating: Mature for later chapters
Characters: Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger
Draco groaned in pain as he was awoken from his sleep. He gripped his forearm tightly, urging the pain to subside, but he knew it would not until he was in the presence of the Dark Lord.
He glared at his Dark Mark as he pulled his robe and mask out of a dresser drawer. He quickly dressed and left, heading to the ballroom.
This was all Potter's fault.
Draco blamed Potter for the situation he was in. If he had stayed and fought the Dark Lord instead of running, then he probably would have won and You-Know-Who would have been dead. He blamed Potter on the fact the Lord Voldemort ruled all of wizarding Brittan.
But most of all, Draco blamed Harry Potter for the death of his mother.
After Narcissa had lied to the Dark Lord, telling him the Harry Potter was dead, Lord Voldemort was furious. Draco shuddered remembering what he did to his mother.
He hated Harry Potter.
But as much as he hated his old childhoo
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
A Morning with the Marauders"POTTER, GET OUT OF BED OR I'LL DRAG YOU OUT BY YOUR STUPID HAIR!"A Morning with the Marauders4 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
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.
Dark MarkNarcissa watched with horror as the Dark Lord placed the tip of his wand on Draco's forearm. Draco screamed and sunk to his knees as the DarkDark Mark3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mark was branded onto his skin. Narcissa gasped and reached out a hand towards her son, but a cold hand on her shoulder stopped her.
"Don't embarrass him, Cissy," Bellatrix hissed in her ear.
Jaw clenched, Narcissa looked at the Dark Lord. He looked at Draco's pale shaking form as if he were something he'd found stuck to his shoe.
She couldn't take it anymore. She turned and briskly walked out of the parlor of Malfoy Manor and into the garden. She looked up at the starry sky, and the tears she had been holding back since the beginning of the meeting fell from her eyes.
Narcissa buried her face in her hands and began to sob. Her son. Her little boy was now a Death Eater who was assigned a task he had no hope of accomplishing. How could the Dark Lord be so cruel as to use their teenaged son to punish her and Lucius.
A fresh wave of tears escaped he
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 Revealed11 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
James' Valentine SurpriseA/N James/Lily fic, written for the HP-Pairings-Fans contest!James' Valentine Surprise5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Word Count: 390
"Where are you taking me?" Lily asked as she stumbled along blindfolded. James had woken her up early that morning with only a few short sentences.
"Get dressed. Harry's at Padfoot's with Remus. And you need to put this on." He had handed her one of their old Gryffindor ties and had left the room to make some loud noises. Or finish whatever his plans were. Lily guessed at the former.
The wind blew cold air on them so Lily knew they were outside somewhere. Luckily they weren't moving too fast or else she would have fallen down on the uneven ground by now. "James?"
"Almost there, Lily," he answered in an excited voice.
They continued to walk for a few more minutes and then James pulled the tie off. They were standing in a clearing in the woods off of their house. She'd been here too many times to count. "James " she started to say but was cut off when the tall man hurried away from her and picked up
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
LinesBill Weasley hated being in love. He hated how his heart fluttered, he hated the blush, which would rise in his cheeks when he looked at her, he hated feeling so out of control. But most of all, he hated no knowing if his feelings were reciprocated. He hated the thought of her ending up with someone else. He hated the jealousy when she laughed at another man's joke.Lines3 years ago in Humor More Like This
If only he could tell her, but would she ever give him the time of day? She was part-veela, smart and talented. He was just another guy in the crowd, nothing special.
"My, my, I think our older brother is brooding." Fred's voice interrupted his thoughts as the twins sat down on either side of him. "What do you think, George?"
"I think you're absolutely right, Fred. Tell us all about your problems, Bill."
"We won't laugh-"
"or make fun of you."
"Unless your problem is particularly embarrassing-"
"Then we'll tell everyone."
"Gee, thank you so much," Bill said. "But there is no problem, I was just thinking about something." An
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
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.
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
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
Taking a Shallow Breath- Ch 10Taking a Shallow Breath- Ch 104 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
A Child Of Our OwnI could feel Harry's palms relax as we stepped into Andromeda's house. Apparating had never been something he favoredespecially when I was around. Sometimes I wonder if it's just because he looses focus around me or because he just gets nervous for my safety. Hermione likes to say its both.A Child Of Our Own5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
As we walk through the kitchen with me giving a half-hearted hello to Andromeda, I find old feelings bring themselves up at the mention of Hermione's name. My nails dig into my palms just so I can refrain from frowning. I love Hermione. I really, really do. She's smart, beautiful, and she's probably going to be my sister-in-law a few years from now if all goes well with Ron. Yet, I know that she is more special to Harry than I can ever be; she is special to him in a way I never was.
It's silly to worry about this now, I think as Andromeda and Harry talk in hushed voices about the events of the war as if a death eater might burst in at the mention of dark times. The dark times are over, though,