Cause of Heartbreak"Hey Vic!"Cause of Heartbreak3 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 Sister2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Petunia sat upright in a plump armchair made for
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
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
how harry potter should endPossible last sentences for the last Harry potter bookhow harry potter should end5 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
The ProphecyThe Prophecy3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Professor Dumbledore? You wanted to see me?"
"Yes. James. Please, take a seat" Dumbledore's eyes were not full of the usual shine, but full of worry. "I heard that Lily is pregnant?" James face broke in to a grin that spread further than his ears,
"Yes, 4 months now!" Dumbledore still did not smile
"And that would make her due date..." He enquired
"The end of July!" James' smile dropped slightly as he realised that Dumbledore was still not smiling, but instead looked worried. "Professor is something wrong?"
"Do you know the sex of the child?"
"Not yet.... Dumbledore you're worrying me here..." Dumbledore looked slightly relived as James said this but the worry still pained his face.
"Then what I'm about to tell you is only a warning." Dumbledore mumbled "Only a warning so far" He stressed this sentence.
James sat in the suspense filled room, riddled with concern over what Dumbledore was about to reveal to him.
"Last night, Sybil Trelawney made a prediction, a Prophecy... and it is pos
Thorns: Rose and Scorpius PrologueThorns: Rose and Scorpius Prologue3 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
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.
Unkept Secrets -Castle FF-Beckett self-consciously fiddled with her turtleneck and felt like running out of the precinct for the umpteenth time this morning, and she'd only been here fifteen minutes. Her boyfriend, Rick Castle, had decided during last nights "activities" that he was going to give her a couple something's to remember him by before he left to go shopping.Unkept Secrets -Castle FF-3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He'd been kind enough to offer, and she'd accepted, knowing he just wanted to feel helpful, but if she'd known he would give her not one, but three hickeys, she would have declined, even if she knew no "activities" would have happened, because now she would spend the whole day trying to hide them from Ryan and Esposito. Today was going to be long for sure.
She took a deep breath to calm herself and tried to get herself focused again. After several more minutes of self-reassurances, she actually started to concentrate, but when she had to write down Castles name, her hand flew back up to her neck and she groaned, leaning back in her chair. W
Hogwarts: Next Generation 1Chapter One:Hogwarts: Next Generation 14 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Bye Mum! Bye Dad! Bye Hugo! Bye Lilly!" Rose Weasley hung out of the train's window, waving good bye to her parents, younger brother, and cousin, whom she would not see again until Christmas. It was the first time the eleven-year-old child had spent more than one night away from her home.
"Oh-my-GOODNESS! Rosie! Look!" her other cousin and fellow first year, Albus Severus Potter grabbed her by the sleeve of her brand new school robes and began to hop up and down, "Look at that!" he was pointed to a much older student who was walking toward them in an effort to make his way to the snack cart. Upon his left shoulder- which was robed in the green of Slytherin- sat a shiny, emerald green, miniature dragon. The elder pupil smiled and winked at Albus as he passed.
"Do you think my dad would let me get a little dragon, Rose?" He laughed, "I can only imagine!"
"C'mon, Al!" Rose said, slightly embarrassed by her cousin's childish display, "We should find somewhere to sit before we
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 Death4 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 - Hate2 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
Prompt: CakeSix year old Remus sits and broods in his dark, silent bedroom. He listens to his mother cry all the time. He listens to his father pace - heavy boots on the creaky wooden floor. And he sits in his bed, staring down at his blanket and feeling rather lost.Prompt: Cake2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Even now, months later, nobody knows what to do with him. Society doesn't accept werewolves. Werewolves are dangerous. Werewolves are brutal and bloodthirsty. He sits in his bed day after day, everyone speaking in hushed tones and peeking in on him as if he were dying. And he wonders why.
His parents had, of course, sent for all sorts of healers and philosophers and potions masters -anyone who might be able to help, to reverse what had happened to him. He is one of the youngest werewolves alive, and because of that, many who saw him were optimistic. Youth heals, after all. Youth is not as affected the way things affect adults. Children are strong and active.
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 Christmas3 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
A Letter from George Weasley Hey Fred,A Letter from George Weasley3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You'd take the mickey out of me if you knew I was writing this, but you can never be too careful when it comes to a war. So here goes.
I'm not really too sure what to write. I guess it's just that we've been by each other's sides all our lives, so it's not easy for me to figure out what to say to you in case we get separated. That scenario doesn't leap easily to mind.
I suppose I just want to start off by saying that it's okay. I can just hear you swearing at me and yelling that it isn't. And you're right. It's not. Sorry. But even if it's not okay, look Don't be too sad, okay? I mean, yeah, you're going to be sad, but Argh. Let me try this again.
It'd be really weird for either one of us to be without the other. Bad weird, not good weird. If it had been you But it's not you, not if you're reading this. And I'd rather you read this than not. Truth be told, if you're reading this, I'm glad, in a weird sort of way. Rather me th
Harry and Ginny's wedding 'Come on, I know you're nervous, Harry. Even the Boy Who Lived isn't that brave.' Ron made a face, which Harry studiously ignored.Harry and Ginny's wedding3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
'Well, you can talk, most certainly. How's your little mission coming along?' he asked, as Ron's ears went red. It was common knowledge that Ron wanted to propose to Hermione, but hadn't worked up the courage. Harry grinned. Ron rolled his eyes, then grinned back. Truth be told, Harry wasn't that nervous. He was excited, and defiantly a bit tense, but what else did you expect on your wedding day?
There was a knock on the door, and Molly entered, armed with a comb and a jar of water.
'Are you two almost ready? I thought I'd help you with your hair, Harry, as you seem incapable of neatening it yourself.'
Harry protested, then gave in and sat as still as he could while she attacked his hair. Ron watched in high amusement. After a few minutes, he shook his head and made for
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?Childhood2 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
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
Odd One OutSummary: A Harry Potter one-shot. Even by Weasley standards, Hugo has always been an odd child. Perhaps the strangest thing about him? His favorite uncle is Percy.Odd One Out2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Percy would often claim that he was the only normal person in his family, and to be fair, there was a degree of truth to that. Certainly he was not engaged in quirky habits like his Muggle-philic father or prankster brothers, nor did he tame dragons or hunt for treasure or fight Dark wizards on regular occasions. He had always been the responsible one, the rational one, and the one who's job whose job was actual stable even if it wasn't glamorous, thank you very much. While certain relatives would dispute his point, in his mind at least he was the only Weasley without any sort of bizarre idiosyncracies.
If you had asked Percy who the least normal member of his family was, he would have paused for just a moment before firmly stating: Hugo.
Hugo was Percy's nephew, the son of his youngest brother Ron and h
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
Harry Potter Next Gen James, hurry up! Ginny yelled to her slothful son as he tumbled out of the car.Harry Potter Next Gen6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Mum, Im coming! He groaned as he kicked his lengthy legs forward and began to run to his family.
The gentle breeze blew through James Sirius Potters black, messy hair. His turquoise eyes were half shut, and pleading for sleep. The wind blew harder, rustling the clothes that draped his lanky figure, as the sun paved the way down the sidewalk.
Dad! Its not fair, I want to go to Hogwarts today! Lily Luna Potter sniffed, as she brushed her wind-blown, scarlet red hair from her gloomy face.
Lily, my dear, I would love to send you with your two older brothers to school, Harry Potter began say to his brooding daughter. But, Im afraid you have one more year to w