The Alchemist - Chapter 1The AlchemistThe Alchemist - Chapter 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Author: Lily Evans-Snape (aka northangel27)
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter Universe or any of the characters therein, so thank-you Ms. Rowling for letting me play with them on occasion.
The chill darkness of the Halloween night pressed in oppressively on the darkly cloaked figure as it slipped silently through the graves of the old graveyard toward the black ribbon of the road beyond. The night was a clear one, but unseasonably cold. The occasional wisp of a cloud skittered past the full moon that shimmered above the black line of trees to the north, but they were not enough to obscure the silvery light that illumined the mans way. In the distance the warm glow of a cottage pierced through the night. To all appearances, an idyllic and inviting scene, but something stirred within him, and he hurried his pace, willing the lights to stay lit, willing the warmth and security that they represented to continue to glow, just until he could be sure, jus
HP - Writing on the WallRemus Lupin, seventh-year Gryffindor: studious, loyal, and out of his dorm well past curfew. Not that it was his fault he wasnt a part of the so-called Slug Club and didnt enjoy a slight reprieve from Professor Slughorns mountains of homework. He often wished he was able to just shirk off the work like James or Sirius habitually did, but no; the responsible student within him forbade him from ever failing to complete an assignment.HP - Writing on the Wall7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The brown-haired teenager rubbed a hand across his tired eyes and looked at the clock hanging on the wall of the library. Could it really be nearly midnight? He glanced back down at his essay. Already a foot of parchment, and he hadnt even finished his final body paragraph. Oh, well; it could wait until morning. He would wake up early and finish before breakfast. His fatigued mind couldnt organize thoughts about pickled monkshood and extract of mandrake root this late at night.
He closed the musty volume from which he had