Gems of Black and of GreenGems of Black and of Green3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
STOP! Before you read on I suggest you go listen to: "The bravest man I ever knew" by Ministry of Magic, "Snape Vs. Snape" by Ministry of Magic, and "Lily" by Ministry of magic. I believe they set the mood for the story because they were what I was listening to while writing this fic. Plus they are wonderful songs even if they are a little to up beat for this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, because if I did Severus would have died in the arms of someone who loved him.
She hovered over her body watching as a stone man crumbled.
Really she shouldn't care, he had called her a mud-blood, it had been years since then. But it still stung, still made her so angry, and she could still feel her wounded pride. She still was angry at him; unfinished business and all that maybe she wanted to punch him. Perhaps that was why she hadn't passed on yet.
Then again she doubted he was the reason. No, it had everything to do with the screaming baby in the crib behind the sobbing ma
James and LilySixth year had been difficult for Lily, and not just because she had started taking N.E.W.T. classes, but because she didn't have Severus to talk to anymore. She avoided him at all costs after the incident after the Charms written O.W.L. exam. Before that, he was her best friend, and he was like a brother to her. Now, Lily knew she'd been wrong about him. He'd chosen his path when he uttered the racist insult about her. Along with her estrangement from Severus, Lily had also been pulled from class one day to be told that her parents had been killed in a shooting in their office building.James and Lily4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lily couldn't hold back the tears that leaked steadily from her eyes as she sat in the Prefect car, alone in her own compartment. She knew that she was starting her last year at Hogwarts, which was supposed to be the best one, but if she had to do everything with just her dorm mates, she knew it wouldn't be.
The compartment door slid open and she saw the reflection of the other Gryffindor prefect in he
teddy's hogwarts letterteddy's hogwarts letter3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland
Teddy came through the door in a rush, his letter gripped in his hand.
"I got it! I got it!" he said, doing a jump in the air.
Harry and Ginny were at the breakfast table with Gran, and in seconds their faces split into giant grins. James let out a roar of approval. Lily, covered in jam, giggled and clapped from her high chair, thoroughly amused by all the sounds coming from her brother.
"He got what?" Al asked.
"His Hogwarts letter!"
Al quietly smiled. Even at three he knew it was something good.
"I'm so proud of you, Teddy," said Gran, dabbing at her eyes with a napkin.
"Me too," said Harry, giving Teddy a warm smile.
Teddy suddenly felt his smile begin to fade. His hand went to the back of his head as he looked at the ground.
"What is it?" asked Ginny.
"I just... I wish my mum and dad could be here, you know?"
"They are," said Gran giving a gesture around them.
"Yeah, you kn
How A Boy Who Lived Became A LegendHow A Boy Who Lived Became A Legend3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ten years ago as we well know.... a boy became a wizard in The Socerer's Stone.
A year older then, wand raised with no regrets, he boldly took on his darkest enemy in The Chamber of Secrets.
Daunting dementors, and taunting rivals, whirling at him in the third year at hand, he uncovered the past, and discovered a man, a Prisoner of Azkaban. To the Dursley's he never did wish to go back, once met he his godfather, the noble Sirius Black.
Fighting dragons, rash wild branches, and mermaids in the toss and toil of black waves, not to mention a twisting tangle of a maze, was naught compared to what young Harry would face upon being stolen away to a forlorn dark grave. Losing dear friend, a most horrid sight to see, t'was the wrongful end of dear Mr. Diggory. So happened this ressurrestion of a dark enemy's ire, how Harry did suffer at the whim of The Goblet of Fire.
Age fifteen, no longer a boy but a man, Harry is haunted by dreams from a most pale, deathly hand. Oppressed by authorative ty
Erised1991.Erised4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"That was a close one, Georgie," Fred Weasley grinned at his twin brother, "I thought for sure old Filch'd hear the door creaking."
"Maybe he's deaf," George grinned back, rubbing his pyjama-clad arms to keep them warm in the chilly room, "It'd explain why he relies on that bloody cat to do all his dirty work."
Fred chortled before turning and looking about the room they had just snuck into. It was one of the many unused classrooms scattered about Hogwarts. Old furniture was stacked in the corners and the chalkboard was covered with a dusty cloth. It was this that drew his attention.
"Hey George, let's write stuff on the blackboard. Who knows when they'll decide to use this room next? It could be years. It'd be like writing to the people of the future." And without waiting for his brother's reply he raced across the room to search for a piece of chalk. George found himself looking at the old furniture instead. Most of it was rather commonplace for an old classroom: broke
One-shot: Lead me homeFor years, I believed that The Burrow was my home. I'm not saying it wasn't, but the reasons I believed so were different than what I think now, maybe even a little wrong... well, perhaps not so wrong for a young boy. My reasons at the time were simple: at The Burrow I had my familyeven though at times they became a little unbearable, I never stopped loving them, I had foodto be honest, I had my mum's delicious dishes, which can't compare to any other kind of food, and I had a roof over my head and a bed to lie in at nightcrowded and crooked and everything second-hand and used too many times, but it was mine.One-shot: Lead me home3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Then I turned eleven, and something that I had been looking forward to for ages happened: I got the letter that said that I had a place at Hogwarts. To me, it wasn't a confirmation that I was a wizard. That was a bit obvious. I suspected I wasn't going to be a great thing, but I had definitely shown signs of magic; there wasn't a chance of me not bein
September 19th 1990Up until the day she turned eleven, Hermione spent most of her time wondering why people didn't like her. She may not be especially pretty or funny or all that interesting , but she knew all that and did her best to make up for it by being perfect in every other way; be confident, smart and friendly wasn't that what all the books always told her? But then why did she still have to sit on her own at lunch? Why had even her teacher started sighing every time she put up her hand? She did not understand it.September 19th 19904 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She hoped that it would be better if she got into the grammar school next year.
Her parents had offered her a big party for turning eleven, even with real cake! But she didn't want to have to go through the agony of handing out invites to people who hated her, so she suggested just going to see something at the theatre on Tottenham court road, one of her favourite places in the world with its bright lights and fancy old buildings that she had read about in "a tourists
Hermione Granger's Sorting Ceremony"Granger, Hermione!" Professor McGonagall read aloud from the long roll of parchment in her hands.Hermione Granger's Sorting Ceremony4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hermione almost ran to the stool and eagerly put the hat on her head. And then, she waited.
"Hmm, very clever, I see " a voice whispered on her ear. "With quite a thirst for knowledge "
Hermione had read about the sorting process in «Hogwarts a History», and knew that whatever she thought about at the moment, the hat would "hear". Besides it had said in its song that «There's nothing hidden in your head, the sorting hat can't see».
"Hmm You would be a good Ravenclaw but there's more to you than just wit and cleverness I see bravery as well. Hmm You could fit in Gryffindor too "
The hat went quiet as though as it was thinking about it. Hermione waited patiently, waiting for the hat to decide.
"You have both the qualities of a Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor I see that you could do great in both of them Even so, you're more o
The LossThe Loss3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He was crouching in the corner, hunched over, partially hidden by rather sad-looking hat holder. He was staring really hard at the junction where the two walls met with the floor. The wallpaper and the wooden baseboard of this room were in a decent enough state except these corners. Here the wallpaper peeled and revealed its stained beige underside as well as the original wall whose colour Severus guessed had not always been a sick kind of grey.
Despite never having tried it, he instinctively knew that if he pulled the wallpaper off the wall his parents would get angry. Their apartment had to be in its best condition at all times, else they would not get their deposit back, his mother would say. Severus didn't know what a deposit was or how it worked, but his mother always used it as an excuse to make him play outside, even in the cold winter days.
As far as he could figure, this mythical deposit had something to do with the landlady, Mrs. Behm. Tall and thin, with beady grey eyes that
September 19th 1990 part 2Hermione's mouth dropped open. She wasn't, she couldn't be everyone knew they didn't exist .but all the sameSeptember 19th 1990 part 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The woman called McGonagall was still looking intently at her through the wire frames of her glasses.
"I'm afraid I don't I mean, I'm not what do you .Witches and wizards and things they're not, well, real I'm old enough to know that."
McGonagall's lips curved into a fleeting, tight smile
"On the contrary, miss Granger- you are old enough now to know that we are most certainly real, I can prove it to you if that is what you require to believe, I realise it must be hard for you "
Hermione blinked, and pushed away the moment of uncertainty that had come from the seriousness in the woman's eyes and the memories of the odd things that had happened to her. This was obviously some kind of stupid joke, or the woman was mad although she thought she had seldom seen a person so seemingly practical and sure of themselves. Maybe she sho
George attending the funeralGeorge attending the funeral3 years ago in Humor More Like This
George let out a deep sigh.
This is definitely not how he would want to be remembered, for having the most boring funeral known to man.
"He was an outstanding member of this church for over fifteen years. We will all feel his loss long after he is gone."
"I don't think Uncle Bilius ever went to church," whispered Fred.
"This is the worst funeral I've ever been to," George muttered, hanging his head around his knees. Mum had Percy poke his back and they both gave him stern glares so he would sit up 'properly.'
Charlie was asleep with a piece of drool making its way down his chin. Bill was awake, his unfocused gaze settling somewhere around the pretty fiance of their cousin. Ron and Ginny covertly read a comic hidden between them. Fred had his head tilted back, staring at the ceiling with much concentration.
"When I die, I don't want a funeral," he said.
"I don't want one. They're boring, filled with church stuff, and everyone has to dress like a bunch of stuffy berks."
Remus Freakin' LupinREMUS:Remus Freakin' Lupin5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I'm Remus Freakin' Lupin
You kids can't understand
I was James' best friend
doesn't anyone recall
Not Sirius Black!
RON, HARRY, SNAPE & THE KIDS: [spoken] "NO?"
... No! It was always me,
I never had rabies!
Even though I was small,
when Greyback bit my little paw- I mean hand...
For a story knack,
was super cruel...
RON, SNAPE & THE KIDS:
... Tried to kill me because my parents,
refused to help the dark lord rule...
Even though I was a tiny little boy,
I shoulda died but my reputation was pretty much destroyed
by this evil guy and it's story that I never tell....
RON, HARRY & THE KIDS:
You're Remus Freakin' Lupin!
You're the best teacher here!
And a whole lot hotter!
Than Snape who wears that silly cape,
RON, HARRY & THE KIDS:
You also made fun of him in front of us all
If we're in trouble we know who to call!
The sins of a poor familyPrideThe sins of a poor family3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He used to take such pride in his appearance. When he moved out he started to make decisions about his appearance for himself, much to his mother's chagrin. He grew his hair out and pierced one ear. Both earned multiple arguments from his mother, but he didn't care. He glanced in the mirror wistfully and gingerly touched the scars that marred his once beautiful face. His mother didn't complain about those, at least not to his face. There was nothing about his appearance now to make him proud.
He stared at the empty seat where his brother should have been, and for the thousandth time blamed himself for his brother's death. His greed had driven him from his family; he turned on his parents and siblings, and tried to turn them on the boy who was almost part of the family. When he finally saw past his greed, it was too late. He came back and his brother died. His greed made him pay.
He had never really been envious of those with more than him. He knew
Only The Beginning...The first thing Hermione saw when she woke up was the small square of pink card, which had been bewitched to float a few centimetres above her head, and seemed to be sparkling slightly, as if dusted in glitter.Only The Beginning...3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She blinked, letting her eyes adjust to the light, then reached up to snatch it out of the air. She flipped it open to see the writing on the back.
Rose are red,
Violets are blue,
In the garden for breakfast,
I'll meet you.
Below that were three words that meant the same no matter who had said them, whether it be a muggle, witch, wizard or house elf. I love you.
Hermione smiled to herself, his name jumping immediately to her mind though he hadn't signed it. Ron.
She rolled out of bed, running a hand through her hair and glancing in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes bright with excitement. She smiled at her reflection briefly, a warm feeling rising in her as she wondered what Ron was planning. She looked around the little room that she had been sharing w
Five Times That the Weasleys Missed PercySummary: A Harry Potter one-shot, featuring five times that the Weasleys missed Percy and one time when they didn't have to anymore. Contains cursing, slight sexual references and character death. Canon compliant. Complete.Five Times That the Weasleys Missed Percy2 years ago in Drama More Like This
(Five Times That the Weasleys Missed Percy...)
Arthur was slowly cleaning out his desk, getting ready for his move to the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects.
He was feeling a touch nostalgic, to be honest. He had always loved working for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office.
He took the last spark plugs out of his drawer and placed it carefully in the box with his other things, turning his attention to the top of his desk. There wasn't much there that needed moving, except for the picture of his family. He picked it up for a moment and smiled to himselfmore nostalgia, as the photo was a few years old, with Molly having a different hairstyle and Ron being
His Final BattleA wave of anger washed over Sirius as he watched Bellatrix Lestrange run down the stairs of the Death Chamber. She cackled as she passed Tonks's limp form. Sirius told Harry to take Neville and leave, and ran to meet his cousin.His Final Battle4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This was it. This was his chance to finally fight.
"Hello cousin!" he bellowed, grinning widely.
Bellatrix turned, her heavy-lidded eyes widening at the sight of him. It pleased Sirius to see that Azkaban had taken its toll on Bellatrix as well. His cousin, who was once so glamorous and beautiful, was sickly pale with hollow cheeks, long tangled hair, sunken eyes and rotten teeth. There seemed to be an air of madness surrounding her.
"Long time no see," he continued, still grinning. "You look terrible."
Bellatrix's lip curled, and she bellowed, "Stupefy!"
Sirius blocked her spell and barked out a laugh.
"Come now, Bellatrix. You, a big bad Death Eater, are trying to stun me? Is that really what Voldemort has taught you?" he teased.
"SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Bellatrix
The Next Generation "James shouldn't you being doing your homework?" Harry asked his son, as he was sprinting out the door with his broomstick.The Next Generation3 years ago in Humor More Like This
James came to a halt. "But dad, I was going to play Quiddich with Al!" He protested.
Harry sighed. "Alright just one game though; you still have that essay to do on Mandrakes for NevilleI mean Professor Longbottom."
"Yeah, I'll get around to it!" James yelled, as he ran out to the yard.
Harry watched them from the window. James was tossing golf balls to Albus, who flew around to catch them. It reminded him of his very first practice with Oliver Wood.
"They certainly have inherited our Quiddich skills," Ginny murmured from behind.
Harry turned around and smiled. "And my procrastination."
The Not-So-Golden TrioSometimes, you'd forget what your name wasThe Not-So-Golden Trio3 years ago in Drama More Like This
(that was all you were ever called)
Then when you went to Hogwarts, there were more names
Boy who Lived
The Chosen One
Don't call me that, you wanted to say
I'm not special
I'm not any different from you
You wanted to tell them your name
Shout it from the tallest tower
Whisper it in every crack and crevice
I'm Harry. Just Harry.
Red hair and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley.
That's all you ever are
just another part of a group
another Weasley, another Gryffindor, another quidditch player
Bill's the cool one, plus Head Boy (everyone loves him)
Charlie's the quidditch player (though it's not like working with dragons is average)
Percy's the smart one, the ambitious one (never broken a rule in his life)
Fred&George, they're the troublemakers, the clowns (because laughing never gets old)
Ginny, well, she's the only girl, but she's got a stubborn streak a mile long (and a fire that's a
Shattered Dreams and a Broken HeartLissy walked through the doorway of her flat in Diagon Alley, and immediately knew something was very wrong. When she had first rented the small two-bedroom apartment, she was used to coming home with the lights on and the curtains pulled open. When her boyfriend George Weasley had moved in with her, she had grown accustomed to the many pranks being played at her expense the moment she walked through the ebony door.Shattered Dreams and a Broken Heart3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Today however, the curtains were closed, every single light in the flat shut off as though it were time for bed. Lissy dropped her bag and ventured into the dark living room, much to her own surprise and great fear. She hated the dark; it felt like she couldn't figure out which was forward or even which way was up. Luckily for her, the light from the outer hallway of the building cast some reassurance, though it caused quite the eerie shadows.
She surveyed the flat with an ever growing concern, but what bothered her the most was that she could see nothing else drastically d
Hogsmead, 1997 'I wish we were somewhere quieter.' Luna glanced around the Three Broomsticks apprehensively.Hogsmead, 19973 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'We can't. Remember what happened last time? We were overheard by both sides.' Neville shook his head. This had been his idea, to meet like this. It was the first Hogsmeade day for the year, and while the other students were enjoying the day off, he, Luna and Ginny were attempting to have a council of war.
'I wish we had the Marauder's Map. Then we could have done this at school.' Ginny, who'd been staring dejectedly at the floor, began to tap her fingers on the table. She was always on edge these days.
Ginny frowned. 'This map thing the twins stole from Filch. Apparently it shows all the passages and rooms in the castle including the secret ones, and all the people too, even if they wear invisibility cloaks all the time.'
'But that would be great to have! Why don't you write
Final Enemy is DeathThe last thing he remembered was a flash of red and then nothing. He did not see the stereotypical life flashing before his eyes, he did not even truly think in his last seconds. All he could register was fear as he realized only a split second before the event occurred he was going to die.Final Enemy is Death4 years ago in Drama More Like This
It wasn't painful, not in the least. It was easier and quicker than falling asleep, though he very rarely slept since what he had become. The next thing he knew he was awakening in an all white train station, the platform he used to always get on in order to go to Hogwarts. It was cleaner but still the same, this used to be his saving grace, going to Hogwarts and getting away from those who treated him so poorly because of the fear they felt.
He slowly got up, not knowing where he was. He knew that no matter how much this looked like the platform he loved so long ago that it wasn't. It was something strange, he also knew that he was dead, yet he existed just the same. Maybe his fear of death was sim