Cause of Heartbreak"Hey Vic!"Cause of Heartbreak4 years ago in Romance More Like This
I whipped around in time to see Teddy Lupin racing down the hallway, his bright blue hair bouncing up and down as maneuvered his way through a gaggle of Gryffindors. After bursting through the crowd he skidded to a stop in front of me with his usual goofy smile plastered onto his face.
"Yes?" I laughed as Teddy held onto me, his chest heaving.
"Sorry," he said taking a deep breath, "I needed to ask you something and I've been looking for you all day. When I got out of Arithmancy I noticed you down the hallway so I had to come running."
I shook my head and brushed my blonde hair back to loop behind my ear. "You do know we have lunch next. You didn't need to race down the hall like a madman. Could have just talked to me at the table."
He ran a hand through his hair and huffed. "You see, this is why you're in Ravenclaw. You're the smart one in this relationship."
"Yeah, right," I nodded weakly. You see, our relationship was no more than a close friendship. We've know each other
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
What makes a Weasley WomanWhat makes a Weasley Woman3 years ago in Humor More Like This
Three things make a Weasley Woman; Freckles, Brown eyes, and Red hair. Molly Weasley had all three, and all three were passed down to her granddaughters.
Victoire Weasley had a perfect face, which one might argue was obscured behind her freckles. Teddy Lupin did not agree, he thought her freckles wonderful. More often than not, he'd get a bit carried away trying to count them.
"Hogsmede, Teddy. Are you even listening?"
"59." 59 freckles on the left side of her face. he told himself it wasn't creepy to count them.
"What?" she looked utterly perplexed. "Were you listening?"
"Si, senorita?" he said, in a thick french accent.
"That was Spanish, Lupin, not French. Nice try, though." she said with a snort.
"Er, your eyes are like pomme de terres?"
"You think I have potato eyes?"
"Oh, for the love of Merlin " sighed Teddy, giving up at last.
Roxanne Weasley inherited Molly's eyes; Big, long-la
Rose and Scorpius Part 5It had been a week since my fiasco on the stairs. Madam Pomfry had completely healed my ankle, not even leaving a scar. I was heading down to dinner, my friends had gone on ahead of me, I had wanted to finish my potions essay as soon as possible.Rose and Scorpius Part 56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I was walking down a third floor corridor when Scorpius appeared at the top of the stairs, panicking I dived into the nearest corridor, unfortunately I hadn't been fast enough.
'Rose!' He called out behind me. But I pretended not to hear. When I heard his jogging footsteps ecco through the deserted corridor my pace quicken, though I had enough restraint not to break into a run.
Scorpius caught up to me soon enough, grabbing my wrist and spinning me around. His hands were so warm!
Leaning his hands against the wall on either side of my head, completely blocking my escape, he said, sounding seriously annoyed 'You've been aboiding me.'
'What do you want Scorpius?'
'What do I want? I want to know why?' He growled.
I didn't answer.
'Rose Weasly, lo
Thorns: Rose and Scorpius PrologueThorns: Rose and Scorpius Prologue4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Prologue - Scorpius Malfoy
"Albus, come on!"
"Has anyone seen a toad anywhere?"
"We already left! How are you talking to your mum?"
"That's how you cried for your mum, Sean, I'm mocking you!"
I chuckled to myself as I lugged my trunk down the corridor of the train. So many people had so much going on and we had only been on the train for three minutes. I walked past many compartments before finding a few with space, but all of the students glared at me, already knowing my identity. Hogwarts wasn't looking too good to me so far.
All of the compartments I saw were either full or didn't want my company, so I decided to turn my too bloody expensive trunk into a chair and began to read from some of the books I brought with me (What was I supposed to do? Sit on the roof of the cars?). I easily kept to myself--no one really came out of their compartments--but the lonely feeling I got wasn't helping me to enjoy my book. I sighed (as Rose now tea
Pietro x Reader - Natural DryPietro x Reader - Natural Dry4 months ago in Humor More Like This
"No. Hold still."
"It wouldn't take that long!"
"And rack up on the electricity bill?"
"Pietro, could you just stop!" you snap, your hair now resembling a tumbleweed from all the air swishing around you, courtesy of one Quicksilver running back and forth, who doesn’t seem to show any sign of stopping.
"What? I thought you hated having to dry your hair."
"That was before it went through your wonderful treatment. If you could even call it that."
"Oh, please." Pietro pauses in his mad dashing for a moment to scoff. "I know what I'm doing, I've dealt with hair problems before. You think this fabulous mane just grows by itself?"
"I'm convinced that you steal Loki's L'Oreal shampoo all the time, so no."
He finally stops and flops down in the chair next to you to catch a breather before the next run, watching you towel down your hair furiously.
What's left of it, at least.
"Since when did you think running at one hundred
how harry potter should endPossible last sentences for the last Harry potter bookhow harry potter should end6 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
1. And Harry danced to the tropical rhythm, his long dreadlocks glinting in the sun
2. As celebration for destroying voldermort, Harry, Draco, and the ghost of Dumbledore all went to see the lion king on Broadway, and Harry's favourite character was: Scar. (Inside joke, will explain on comments.)
3 Harry woke up on the cold, wet, bathroom floor, only to discover that he was 10 years old and had knocked himself unconscious on the showerhead and it had all been a beautiful dream, but then he saw the scars on the back of his hand .
4. And they all lived happily ever after.
5. "there's only one way we can truly defeat voldermort" cried Harry , and that's to all work together , as a team , as a unit until the power of friendship causes a rainbow of light to destroy his rainbow of darkness.
6. What is that mysterious ticking noise ..?
7. STOP! Shrieked voldermort, its hammer time.
8. And the ghost of dobby rode the ghost
Piss off, PotterChapter 1: Pick Up LinesPiss off, Potter8 years ago in Teen More Like This
Lily walked away from James Potter for the fifteenth time that day.
Hey aren't you forgetting something?
Right. Petrificus Totalus! Toodles!
Did it hurt?
Did what hurt?
When you fell out of heaven?
Did it hurt?
When you fell on your head and crushed it.
Excuse me, but I think I dropped something!!!
Shut it or it's be cracked instead of dropped.
I must be lost. I thought paradise was further south.
I must be lost. I thought hell was further under.
If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would put U and I together.
If I could rearrange your brain, I'd put shut and up together.
If I followed you home, would you keep me?
If you followed me home, Azkaban would be sure to welcome another prisoner in.
Wouldn't we look cute on a wedding cake together?
Wouldn't you look cute in your coffin?
You're like a dictionary, you add meaning to my life!
You're like a cigarette. Addictive but evil and harmful.
So you DO like me!
Not talking about me, (p
How, What, Why, Know.I don't know how it happened..How, What, Why, Know.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or why it had to happen to us.
Who gave our secret away,
And what will happen to our son.
All I know is, I love you James.
Wait for me
Harry Potter is betterReasons why Harry Potter is Better than Twilight (SPOILERS):Harry Potter is better7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
1. Broomsticks are cool.
2. There are no dragons in Twilight, are they?
3. Harry has a HEARTBEAT
4. The weasley twins. nuff said.
5. Seamus Finnigan. (I come from an irish family. I can't help it.)
6. Draco Malfoy. Everyone likes a badboy.
7. Lupins a REAL WEREWOLF, not just some shapeshifting mutt.
8. Hogwarts is much more impressive than the cullen house.
10. Cedric Diggory, the proof that hot guys do just fall from the sky. (You need to have seen the movie to get that one).
11. Ron Weasley, the best friend anybody could ever have.
12. Voldemort. Admit it, he's pretty awesome.
13. The scar. Bella's little crescent scar is nothing compared to the lightning bolt.
14. Twilight has a lot of kid-loving werewolves. (Jacob, that means you!)
15. Because the age gap between edward and bella makes things creepy.
16. Because your boyfriend should not have to save your life every day.
17. Because Bella likes dead people.
A Day in the LibraryHarry sucked on the end of his quill as his eyes roved the book laying on the table in front of him: the ornate lettering on the aged parchment slipped past his concentration as if through a broken net. For one thing, the library's warm stuffy atmosphere was making him sleepy. And for another, his hand was emitting a dull ache that made it even harder to focus; his repeated detentions with Umbridge had reopened the cuts on his knuckles so frequently that the pain was now a constant thrumming on his consciousness.A Day in the Library3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Maybe this will help," Hermione's voice announced, breaking him from his daze and bringing him back to his surroundings. The dusty desk piled high with books, the scattered boxes of half-eaten sweets, and his two best friends in the world - plus the Weasley twins.
"Wh-what'll help?" Ron snorted. "Help wif' what?" He had obviously just been jerked out of a quiet nap, as evidence by the look of his disheveled hair and the welt of backwards letters where his cheek had been lying
The Master of DeathHearing the sounds of his children coming through the door, Harry grinned and put his paperwork away. If his ears were correct, they were heading towards his office andThe Master of Death5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dad!" Lily exclaimed, bursting into the room with James and Albus behind her.
"Hi Lils, how was Aunt Luna's?" Harry asked as his children positively beamed at him. James was practically bouncing up and down and Albus wasn't even looking irritated with him. Something was exciting them
"She told all sorts of stories like normal," Lily commented.
"She told us the Tale of Three Brothers again!" James said excitedly.
Harry went for the innocently confused look, wondering what his perceptive friend had told his children. "Your mother and I have told you that story many times."
"But Aunt Luna told us about the Deathly Hallows!" Albus finally burst out.
"The Deathly Hallows?" It took all of Harry's self control not to flinch, the image of a dark foreboding forest entering his mind.
All three nodded, looking wound u
HP 100 - Hate26. HateHP 100 - Hate3 years ago in Drama More Like This
"...seems to have been a really nasty accident. It reminds me a bit of that Sectum Sempra thing in sixth year."
Astoria stopped writing abruptly, which left a big, ugly ink spot on her parchment. She definitely had just heard Hermione Granger´s voice behind her. That in itself was not very surprising, seeing that they both worked here at the Ministry, but what really had made her ruin her report was the content of her colleague's last sentence. Later on she thought it lucky that she had lain down her quill when the next piece of conversation reached her ears, for she surely would have stabbed the desk if she had kept it in her hand.
"Yeah, you're right. That was really one ugly story...I'm just glad Harry didn't get hurt too. He was lucky he had a good spell though."
That voice didn't sound familiar at all, but Astoria couldn't care less who it was that said such things.
"Hold on. What do you mean with get hurt too? If Harry hadn't used that horrid s
First Year: Classes and ChristmasRose was bored. It was her third week at Hogwarts, and she had already mastered what petty spells her teachers made her learn. They were in Charms class now, writing down the correct way to perform a fanning charm. Rose had already attempted this particular spell, and was quite pleased when the curtains in the Gryffindor Common room had rustled.First Year: Classes and Christmas4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Why do the make us do this?" Verity asked from beside her. Verity, like Rose, was mastering her classes with ease. They both dragged their hands across the page sadly and only stopped complaining when the Hufflepuff sitting behind them told them to shut up because, apparently, it wasn't as easy for the rest of the class. Verity huffed and glared over her new red and gold scarf at the Hufflepuff, but sighed in defeat.
When Rose had finished copying it down, she started fiddling with her tie. It was red and gold, like a lot of her presents that her parents had sent over, and was already fraying at the bottom because she played with it so
HP: ResurrectionHe felt like he was floating. There was complete silence, just peace and quiet. It felt like apparating, just without the feeling that you were being squeezed to death.HP: Resurrection3 years ago in Drama More Like This
He did not understand. Just moments ago, he had been in the middle of the biggest fight in years. The battle of good versus evil. The stuff legends were made of, and now he was here in this white, foggy world. Had he somehow apparated here? How else could he have...
He was dead.
It was the only explanation for this. He was dead and now he was going to move on. But he couldn't do that. He had his family, his friends to think of. And George. What about him? How could he leave him alone now? They had their business to run, pranks to make, a future brother-in-law to tease. And he had just made up with Percy, who seemed to have changed a lot. They finally had a chance to have some fun together and now he was dead.
Right, he had to go back. He had a choice, didn't he? He just had to find it.
"'Scuse me!" he yelled
RizzlesShe smiles.Rizzles4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I melt a little inside.
She is so beautiful, but she doesn't know it.
I long for her to be mine.
To feel her kiss me.
To feel her sweet caress.
To run my fingers through her long dark hair.
To kiss her olive skin.
I listen to her talk and I can't stop the grin
from spreading across my face.
I shouldn't feel this way, for her,
my best friend, my only friend.
I'm the queen of the dead.
I'm not fit to stand by her side
and yet I cling to her. As if I am losing a piece of myself.
She takes the pain from my life and fills it with light.
I'm lost. Lost in the moment. So much so that I don't see her move.
Then I realize
She's drawn near. Almost too near.
I can't hold myself back.
I take the last few steps and she leans down.
Then we are kissing.
The world spins.
How long has she felt the same?
But it doesn't matter now.
I'm finally whole.
ChildhoodGinny Potter could call herself the happiest woman in the world and nobody would argue. She had had an amazing Quidditch career and was among the most popular journalists on the Daily Prophet. Not to mention that she was married to Harry James Potter, the boy, who had saved the Wizarding World countless times, the leader of the Auror department and among the most decorated wizards in all of history. In addition, they had three wonderful children, whom they adored. They were a part of a big, happy family. Honestly, what could ruin that image?Childhood3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She watched as the Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One, the mighty hero, played with Lily on the floor. He really was an incredible father, despite the horrendous childhood he had had. It had taken a lot of prodding and time, before he finally told her about his life at Privet Drive; how he had lived in a cupboard under some stairs, how they had locked him up as though he was a criminal. They had starved him, mistreated him, being so completely inhuman t
Hermione's AdviceGinny Potter sat on her bed, leafing through a muggle romance novel Hermione had lent her. Harry was out late as work, as he sometimes was, and this proved for a very lonely night. Albus and Lily were in bed, and James was reading a quidditch magazine on his bed. James was just as mad for quidditch as his father and grandfather before him, they'd known that for a long time.Hermione's Advice3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Suddenly, the tiny sound of feet padding along the wooden floors awakened Ginny from her thoughts. After a moment of silence, eight year old Lily's face poked through the door.
Lily was practically identical to her grandmother Lily Potter, in both looks and spirit. Flowing dark red hair, skin the color of milk, a tiny splash of freckles across her nose. In fact, if not for her chocolate brown eyes that resembled her mother's so closely, she would have been a clone of a younger Lily Potter.
"Mummy, I can't sleep," Lily said, rubbing her eyes. "I've tried counting Hippogriffs, Skrewts and Gargoyl
Wolfstar challenge 10-The Prefect's BathroomHello everyone! I'm so, so, so so, sooooooo sorry this has taken so long to appear, but I've I've finally finished my exams! YESSSWolfstar challenge 10-The Prefect's Bathroom2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
So hopefully I'll get this finished this summer (athough I'll be away for a month ) ... I just need to decide how it's going to end... ... Well, hope you guys enjoy this chapter.
Lily strode purposefully through the empty corridors and hallways of the castle; passing a few stray students hurrying back to their commonrooms before curfue and silvery ghosts gliding silently through moonlit passageways as she ascended steadily through the fortress.
Her feet guided her along familiar paths: hopping trick steps on the ever-changing staircases, listening carefully for approaching footsteps (She'd had a few unpleasant encounters with purist Slytherin gangs in the past whilst in Hogwarts' deserted corridors), and dodging into hidden shortcuts with the ease and knowledge of someone who had been taught by the best.
Rounding a final corner, she mut
Harder to Kill He isn't here.Harder to Kill3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I knock. There is no answer.
I push. The door opens.
I enter. The place is empty.
There is no sign of a struggle.
Yet he isn't here.
"Peter?" I yell. "Peter, this isn't funny. Get out here."
There is no reply.
"Peter!" I yell again. I am starting to get nervous. "Peter, if you don't get your ass out here right now, I'm going to blast the bloody house apart."
There is no reply.
I am worried now. I turn around and try to walk out calmly. Relax, I tell myself. He's probably just gone for a walk.
I get onto my motorcycle. And that's when I see it.
The Dark Mark. Etched in the snow.
Right next to a rat's footprint.
Fear races through my heart. I don't know what's happened. I just know that my best
A Sleepless Night"Daddy?"A Sleepless Night4 years ago in Romance More Like This
The voice came quietly but perfectly audibly through the darkness and Ron sighed slightly as he opened the door to his daughter's bedroom.
"Rosie? what are you still doing up sweetheart?"
In the orange glow of her night lamp, he could just see her peeking out from the top of her bed clothes, a pale little face under her curly mop of red hair, her brown eyes with the wide, glazed look of someone tired beyond sleepiness. They blinked slowly as she answered.
"I couldn't sleep could you tell me a story?"
He sighed again and rubbed a hand exhaustedly over his face, but he knew better than to refuse. If Rose said she couldn't sleep without a story then she couldn't sleep without a story, just lie awake and come down the next morning in an almost hypnotic state that was hard to get her out of.
"Just a short one, then. Do you want anything to drink?"
She considered for a moment, puckering up her eyebrows, biting her lip and looking exactly like her mother for a minute be
Next Generation- Chapter 1Chapter 1Next Generation- Chapter 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Professor McGonagall led the students to the front of the Great Hall for the umpteenth time. She was getting too old for this. Next year it would become the young, but very accomplished Professor Longbottom's job to lead the students down the aisle and call names from the scroll for the Sorting Ceremony. McGonagall would have given it up this year, but the children of some past students she cared very much for would begin their time at Hogwarts this year.
She stood atop the stage, standing next to a stool with the Sorting Hat sitting on it, and she opened the scroll to read the names. She vaguely recognized some names, but her lips thinned when she got to the "M"s.
"Malfoy, Scorpius!" she called.
A pale blond boy stepped onto the stage. My God! thought Minerva. He's the spitting image of his father! She set the Sorting Hat on the boy's head. It took the hat a moment or two to ponder which house the boy should be put in. Scorpius's face was crumpled in con
LilyThe sunlight rained upon them in a kaleidoscope of colours, filling every inch of the small garden with brightness. Over to one side of it, a small white marquee was covering the food from the heat and the many buzzing, whirring insects that flitted around the tidy flower beds. if Victoire screwed up her eyes slightly she could also just make out the haze of the shield charm put around it to protect it from the army of small , hungry boys thundering around Well , most of them were small.Lily4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Can we have the food now Uncle Ron?" Teddy's hair was rather tousled from sitting in the "tent" he had constructed out of some chairs and an old picnic blanket out on the lawn, and his cheeks were slightly reddened due to both exertion and light sunburn.
The man bent down slightly so that his face was on the same level as Teddy's.
"What did I tell you when you asked me that 3 seconds ago?" His mouth was in that stern line so beloved by fathers, but the blue eyes were twinkling with amusement.