Remus's RabbitRemus's RabbitRemus's Rabbit5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I chuckled to myself as I left the Burrow. A 'normal' Christmas indeed. Sometimes Harry reminded me so much of James, and I couldn't express that thought enough to him. It was not just in looks, either, although that part is rather disconcerting. I recalled my words to him that had seemed to cheer him up momentarily, and the story behind them and chuckled once more.
"Sometimes you remind me a lot of James. He called it my 'furry little problem' in company. Many people were under the impression that I owned a badly behaved rabbit."
It must have been our third year when I first heard James use that term to describe my lycanthropy. I was feeling rather depressed as the moon had waxed and would reach its full hideousness in less than four days. I was sitting in a corner of the Common Room, my head buried in a text, a serious expression on my face. No one dared approach me.
No one that is, except James.
Gred and ForgeGred and ForgeGred and Forge7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Arthur and Fred,"
"I'm George! Can't you even tell us apart when we're Harry?"
"Only yanking your wand, I'm Fred really-"
The hardest thing I ever had to do was walking into 93 Diagon Alley without you. For a place that celebrated pranks and good times it felt suddenly black and heavy; suffocating. Nothing but a great big bloody reminder of every moment I'd ever spent with you. Each product stirred another memory - hours and hours of experimenting, blowing ourselves up, wracking our brains for ideas, searching the halls for willing guinea pigs to participate in our experimenting. How could I stand in that shop day after day selling people laughs? I felt like they didn't have the right to smile, not in our shop, not without you.
The first week was shit. I wanted to punch every customer that walked through the door. It was worse when the regulars asked after you. I'd always reply 'the selfish sod got himself killed and left
Heat of the MomentHeat of the MomentHeat of the Moment5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Yeah just like your filthy mudblood mother!" these slanderous words rebounded off the walls of the dark and empty corridor to their victim, piercing his ears.
"That is the last of it Malfoy!"
Harry and Draco charged at each other from each of their respective ends of the corridor. Walking briskly-almost jogging- coming closer, and closer, sizing each other up as they went.
Finally they were face to face, only about a foot apart. Panting, breathing hard, sucking up as much air as they could. Neither daring to make the first move.
Suddenly, they both snapped!
They went at it like it was nobodies business.
Their lips collided at bruising force; mouths opening, trying to suck each other in. Both of their tongues darting back and forth, in and out, fighting for dominance.
Harry grabbed onto to Draco's robe like he want to tear it off.
Draco latched onto Harry's hips and pulled him closer, close as he possibly could.
They were essentially animalistic in their movements, n
HarryxDraco Part 14 Harry didn't want to leave their place at all. He couldn't even imagine how Draco felt, eating alone when they should be together. He wanted to turn around and go back to his lover, but he knew he couldn't. Harry shrugged off the separation and turned the corner into The Great Hall. All the tables were filled with students and food of all sorts and Harry noticed Blaise watching him walk down the Gryffindor table.HarryxDraco Part 144 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Mind if I join you?" Harry asked Ron and Hermione when he reached them.
"Blimey, Harry!" Ron said with his mouth full. "You could have said you'd be down for dinner!" Harry smiled and sat down.
"I told you, I'll be down for meals for a few days." Harry reached for a plate of chicken and dropped a few pieces onto his plate. "I may miss breakfast because I will probably be studying so bloody late that I won't want to get up for it." Harry took a bit
Edward vs. HarryEdward and Harry enter the same room. In the background are fangirls for both boys' series.Edward vs. Harry6 years ago in Humor More Like This
Edward: What is that thing?
Harry: What thing?
Edward: That stick. What the hell is it?
Harry: It's a wand, dumbass. I'm a wizard.
Edward: Isn't a wand supposed to have a little gold star at the end and be gay-looking? Like all wizards are. *smirk, glare*
Twilight fangirls: OOOOOOOOOOOOH!
Harry: No, because my author had the decency to give me non-gay characteristics, unlike yours. *smirk, glare*
Harry Potter fangirls: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Edward: What exactly gives you that thought?
Harry: You sparkle. How is that not gay? I mean, it's like you just rolled around in body glitter.
Edward: But it attracts the ladies. *rips off shirt*
Twilight fangirls: *go crazy*
Harry: Oh yeah? Well, so does not being abusive.
Harry Potter fangirl #1: BURNED!
Edward: Oh yeah? Well... A TEACHER WAS GAY FOR YOUR EYES!
Harry: And? You forget that with your glitter, you attract a bunch of fanBOYs too.
Twilight fanboys: *
In sickness and In health 3 Pulling himself back to reality, Draco thought of a last resort.He'd have to give the medicine to Harry mouth-to-mouth(Dun dun dun!!) 'Not like anybody would see, he's passed out anyway...' Draco poured more of the liquid the spoon, brought it to his lips, and popped the goop into his dry mouth. Malfoy cupped Harry's warm cheeks, ever so gentle, so as not to startle the younger boy awake. After all, who wants to wake up to see your worst enemy swapping spit with you in the privacy of their room?In sickness and In health 36 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Draco held onto Harry's face for a minute, just watching his slumbering crush. Watching peaceful sleep on that expressionless face. Savoring the moment. Draco had wished he had wet his lips a little before he stuck the medication in his mouth. But before he could contemplate his ill-preparedness any further, Malfoy found himself inching closer to the brunette's mouth. The blond gently touched Harry's lips with his. Butterflies, as it felt, were th
Four Across and Seven DownFour Across and Seven DownFour Across and Seven Down6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Whats a three letter word for a Communist country? asked Sirius absentmindedly. He had folded the mornings Daily Prophet open to the word games section and was ready to fill in the first blank of the crossword puzzle.
Red, said James softly.
Thanks, mate, said Sirius as he scribbled it down. What about a five letter word for environmentally friendly?
I should have known that. Sirius scribbled down the answer then asked, Whats a four letter word for Easter flower?
Lily, sighed James, a soft smile on his face.
Hey, cool. That works, said Sirius, raising his quill. He stopped and turned to his best mate, who was gazing at a very pretty red-haired green-eyed girl that went by the name of Lily Evans sitting a little ways down the table, and asked suspiciously, Were you even listening to me?
The Lupin's GravesTeddy Lupin was eleven years old today. It should have been a happy day. It was everything a birthday was supposed to be; he had got every present that he had asked for, he had a party with all his friends, and he had a cake shaped like a quidditch pitch, with eleven candles on it. His family had stood around it, singing Happy Birthday, and then he blew out the candles, and made a wish.The Lupin's Graves7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was happy, but he knew that he could be happier, had things panned out differently. He had everything he could wish for, but he felt today like there was something missing. When he had blown out the candles, he had wished for something he wanted dearly, though he knew he was wishing in vain.
While everyone was talking, he slipped off to his room, unnoticed by almost everyone.
When Harry found him, a few minutes later, he was lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, dissolved in a fantasy in which the wish that he had made had come true, and so he barely noticed his Godfather enter the
The Start of Unity -FanfictionThe Start of Unity -Fanfiction4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
THE START OF UNITY
Scorpius sent a curious look towards the group of adults that his father had just nodded to, wondering who they were. There sure were a lot of them, and a lot of red-headed children. Scorpius sidled closer to his parents while they stood in the steam of the Hogwarts Express on Platform 9¾, waiting for the signal to board.
"Do I have to go?" Scorpius asked nervously.
Draco looked down at his son and withheld a sigh. "We've talked about this, Scorpius. You'll do fine at Hogwarts."
Scorpius chewed on his bottom lip and responded quietly. "It's just what if I get put in the wrong house? What if the other kids don't like me? What if "
"Darling," Astoria soothed, kneeling in front of her smaller than average son, placing her hands on his shoulders. "We don't care what house you're sorted into. We'll be proud no matter where you go, and the ot
Sirius Black's dayA day in the life of Sirius BlackSirius Black's day8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Siilent Niiight! Hoooly niiight! Aaall is caalm! Aaall is briiight…"
"I will kill him," muttered a voice from behind a dark red curtain.
"Erm..." a moments silence, "...Sleeep in heavenly peeaace!"
"Not if I get there first," growled another voice from the opposite wall. The fresh light of morning was creeping into the room through the maroon curtains, lighting piles of messy clothes and highlighting the dust dancing in the air.
"Sleeeeeep in heavenly peeeeeaaaace!"
A shot of light flew between the third, previously silent, pair of curtains and the singing came to a halt with a faint choking noise, like the person responsible had been grabbed round the throat. There was a brief moment of silence, broken only by the sound of fast footsteps on the wooden floor, striking it with a dull thud in a mad and unpredictable rhythm. Then there was a ba
I Had a Slug...I had a slug...I Had a Slug...8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I had a slug, it was my pet
I kept him in a jam jar
It got depressed, began to fret
Because he couldn't crawl far
I kept it on the windowsill
'Till one hot sunny day
I found him stiff and all dried up
Poor slug had passed away.
And now my sluggie haunts me
He floats around my room
He points accusing horns at me
and threatens me with doom
'Why did you leave the lid on?'
He whispers in my ears
His slimy face all sorrowful
With small, wet sluggie tears
And now my nights are haunted
Slugs vengeance will not cease
Though he had a Christian burial
My slug won't rest in peace
Taking a shallow breathTaking a shallow breath7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Scorpius took a shallow breath as the music began to play. What would normally be a cheerful throng seemed more like the screams of a banshee as the organist played with eloquence. Was he the only one that heard that distant screaming noise? Everything felt wrong as Rose started walking down the aisle. She looked more beautiful than he'd ever seen her before, which made him blanch.
She was holding a bouquet of blue hydrangeas that almost perfectly matched her own blue eyes. He wanted to kick himself for helping her pick them out. He had sat beside her as they picked out flowers, chose where the wedding would be, picked the music, and had even brought in his own mother to help with choosing the bridesmaids dresses. In truth, he had only volunteered so that he'd have a chance to smell her hair as she enthusiastically flipped through brochures, and watch her eyes twinkle as she found 'the one' of everything from place cards, to the ridiculous canapés. It was his fault that she looked
Draco's WishDraco's Wish8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I watched the fire, my potions homework was in the book in my lap, not that I cared. I was trying to think of a time when he was not always on my mind. Now no matter where I go or what I do it seems like he is always there, floating just out of reach. I spend my day teasing, taunting, and insulting him. I wish that I could make him notice me other ways, but he never will. He hates me, and he thinks I hate him, all the Slytherins know that I want him. I was so afraid to tell them, but there fine. I'm bi that's all there is to it. As I stare at the fire and these thought wander through my mind I can't help but hope that he thinks of me. Maybe he is thinking of me now, no that will never happen. I finish my homework on illegal love potion, then as I clime into bed alone I hope that tomorrow, yes, by tomorrow he'll realize why I'm there bugging him.
I watch as his black hair enters the great hall, some mornings I wish that I didn't look for him every morning, I still watch him. My food is
Noble RosesOnce there was a Rose who changed my heart.Noble Roses4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We were so close that I thought we'd never part.
Then two years passed and she was gone.
And now all I can do is painfully move on.
Next came Martha who really loved me.
In the end I knew we were never meant to be.
By a year she left and she swallowed her pride.
And later I thought, Will this guilt subside?
Then came Donna, as Noble as her name.
In enough time, I knew we wouldn't be the same.
Then she lost her memory, and now I have a curse.
At least others will remember, all across the universe.
And now I have Amy, who is a feisty soul.
She will be with me for many years, and that is my goal.
It's been one year now, and she is lively as a fox.
And I know she still loves me and my old blue box.
I know most companions are noble roses.
They will all help the world in their noble poses.
I know that once they've left they will live so well.
At least I gave most of them stories to tell.
I Choose YouI get it. You choose him.I Choose You7 years ago in Romance More Like This
Hermione had never heard Ron say something so untrue. As she ran out into the night after him, screaming his name, all she wanted to do was tell Ron that she did choose him. She always had.
This memory came to Hermione as she lay in her bed, with Ron snoring loudly beside her. The sun was beginning to peek through the blinds of the window, and the room was slowly bathed in golden light.
As she continued to watch Ron sleeping, even more memories came flooding into her mind to complement the one from the Horcrux hunt.
She was in fourth year, and she was standing at opposite sides of the common room from Ron. Both of them were extremely angry...
"How can you have gone to the ball with that git Krum? Ron was shouting at her.
Well, if you dont like it, you know what the solution is, dont you? It was naïve to the point of foolishness for her to believe that Ron actually did know what the solution was, but she shouted it a
10 Ways To Annoy Percy Jackson10 ways to annoy Persues Jackson10 Ways To Annoy Percy Jackson5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Grover (sort of)
Nico Di Angelo
Zeus, Poseiden, Hades
1. When he asks for a blueberry, give him a cherry.
2. Tell him that Annabeth has a MAJOR crush on him!
3. When he asks Annabeth, and Annabeth denies yell, "That's not what you told your plush doll of Percy!
4. Tell him that Hades is sleeping with his Mom and that he needs to go to the Underworld to retrieve her.
5. Ask him if he's still a virgin.
6. When he says no, tell him, "That's not what Apollo told me!"
7. Ask him if he's interested in guys like Apollo and Ares.
8. Tell Clarisse that Percy thinks her dad is the hottest biker around.
9. Tell him that Poseiden's done more women than Percy can count, and that his mom was the 700th.
THE BIGGEST WAY TO ANNOY PERCY JACKSON!
10. Flirt with him. When he doesn't flirt back, call him a pig like his dad and say Grover is better!
If you get maimed or hurt by ANY gods or half-bloods, it's not my fault! XD Have a nice
Soul Eater Untold: Episode 2Soul Eater UntoldSoul Eater Untold: Episode 24 years ago in Comedy More Like This
-Episode 2: Big Bad Black Star
-Maka: We killed a witch!
-Soul: Turns out she was a dud.
And now Black Star!
if I am nowhere am I everywherif I am nowhere am I everywher12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am talking to her saying our roads
will be all that's left; that our avenues
will turn to altars, set in onyx.
look what we remember of Rome,
all pavements and temples
arranged like vertebrae in dirt
that goes on living, full with prayer;
and as I say this, it occurs to me that in a Mexican bar
in Florence I might disappear
to the streets and run, eyeless
through an eyeless crowd,
(take me, Florence! I am a son among these heartbroken stones,
take me from the marble block lift me out!)
to laugh hysterically; she is pulling me,
her warmth comes breathlessly from the air;
we are foreigners,
we are rain. (I am inventing this,
all of this happened elsewhere, another night)
her face turns to laugh illuminated
and everything else wobbling is blue
and forgotten; lifeboats drawn away
from our bodies that are continents
moving full with rice and squash and sins
named in small homes before saints and fire;
listen. I was not there by the long bar
when everyone turned and pulled us
into the st
After the epilogue, part 2.Hey, Albus!After the epilogue, part 2.8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
His name was accompanied by a raucous laugh Albus knew well to be James. He whipped around and saw his brother running towards him, Rose and Victoire in tow.
Albus smiled to see his cousin Victoire; she was probably the prettiest person hed ever seen, even prettier than her mother. She had long, almost waist-length strawberry blond hair and eternally rosy cheeks. She had a Ravenclaw scarf wrapped tightly about her neck.
Rose had one hand on her hip and exploded, How could you be hanging out with a Malfoy? Have you gone insane?
I think your fathers brainwashing has gone too far, Rosie. Albus looked solemn. And not too loud hes not too far ahead of us.
James chuckled. Well, little bro, I dont care who you hang out with personally, but keep an eye out for those thestrals. I cant be seen with first years so I cant stick around and beat them off for you. Albus
Pen Parodies of Potter 1Pen Parodies of Potter 17 years ago in Humor More Like This
Ginny: *playing cards with George* HAH! I PWN JOO ALL! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
Ron: Seriously, Ginny. Calm down! Harry's insanity must be really rubbing off on yo--
Harry: *is upstairs* NOOOOOO! *storms downstairs, wrapped in a towel* OKAY! WHICH ONE OF YOU BASTARDS USED MY SHAMPOO!?! WHO DID IT???
George: And there we go. Ginny, I'll ask you again and again. Dump Harry and go out with me!
Ginny: But we're siblings...
Harry: SOMEBODY'S GOT TO ANSWER ME!
Ron: *edges towards door*
Harry: RON! *grabs Ron and sniffs his hair* HOW COULD YOU!?!
Ron: *wimpers* Well... I always liked your hair... and it was sitting right there...
George: *grabs Ginny and snogs her*
Harry: HOW DARE YOU USE MY SHAMPOO!&
Complementary Colors - Ch. 1And so she sat. Adjacent to Soul. Just staring at him.Complementary Colors - Ch. 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well?" he asked, or rather continued, or ended...Maka wasn't sure anymore.
She could feel some tears starting to come up, but she fought them back down.
"Wait. No more waiting. The time for waiting was 2 months ago when this first came up. Now Is answers," He said, his red eyes digging straight into her green eyes. She never noticed, but they were complementary colors.
"Then I guess were done here?" She said, standing up hopefully, only to be shot back down by Soul's unmoving gaze. She sat quickly back down.
"Look, I'm sorry, but I can't change. I've tried, but it just...I can't," Maka said, looking away.
"Well, your stuff is already there, so you might as well stay there tonight," He said, standing up and walking towards the fridge.
"It's not like that, and you know it!"
"Ya, well, I'm looking at it with a new, fresh mind." Maka felt the daggers on that one.
"No, Soul, I'm not going to stay anywhere other than her
If You Knew If You KnewIf You Knew7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
If you were to ask Scorpius Malfoy what his favourite subject in school was, hed say, Potions, without ever blinking an eye. Youd be tempted to say, Like father, like son then, but youd take one look at him and think better of it.
If you were to ask him what his favourite colour was, hed answer, Green, and youd be tempted to respond with a comment about Slytherin, but youd hold your tongue.
If you wanted to know where he liked spend his carefree summer days, hed tell you, London, and youd almost wonder what a boy from the countryside would love about a smoggy, congested city.
Unless you really knew him.