HP quotes No.3"I'll join you when hell freezes over." -Neville
We teachers are rather good at magic, you know." - McGonagall
Harry: B..But Professer he spat at you!
"Oi! There's a war going on here!"-Harry
"I'd do your fly by hand, though," -Ron
"Wow-that's right. I forgot! I'm seventeen!"
Harry seized the wand lying bside his camp bed, pointed it at the cluttered desk where he had left his glasses and said, "Accio Glasses!" Although they were only about a foot away, there was something immensely satisfying about seeing them zoom toward him, at least until they poked him in the eye.
"Slick," snorted Ron.
Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry." -Hermione
"For instance, this new idea that You-Know-Who can kill with a single glance from his eyes. That's a basilisk, listeners. One simple test: Check whether the thing that's glaring at you has got legs. If it has, it's safe to look into its eyes, although if it really is You-Know-Who, that's still likely to be the
The CountdownThe Countdown11 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Far back in the Gryffindor Common Room sat a Mr. Ronald Weasley. He had been sitting there staring awestruck at a girl, on the opposite side of the room, who wasn't even giving him the time of day. Well, she hadn't really noticed since she was concentrating on reading. Though it didn't matter because Ron preferred it that way. At least now he could admire her from afar without having to face her... and he desperately wanted to avoid that. Just then he noticed her smile, as if she could hear all his worries, and made Ron almost smile himself for being so silly. But she simply turned a page and Ron's smile was lost. He frowned and shook his head; he couldn't go through with it.
Suddenly, the portrait hole opened and Ron shrunk back further into his dark corner. Ginny jumped out of the hole and waved down Hermione, who had already put down her book at first glance. Ron watched as they spoke for a bit, but his mind couldn't be farther away- preoccupied with what he had to do&
LettersHarry, we got an owl from Albus! Ginny squealed.Letters8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harry smiled and took the letter from his wife. First week and hes already writing home, He said, smiling. This was already different from James first year. He and Ginny had only received letters once a year regarding their sons many detentions. He opened the folded parchment and read aloud.
Dear Mum and Dad,
Me and Rose made Gryffindor!!! And James actually let us sit next to him at the table! The castle is so huge! Its great! Ive made some friends aleady who also got Gryffindor. One boy, Collin Creevy,
Harry paused for a moment, remembering the first Collin Creevy. He looked up at Ginny, who was staring off into space, a tear rolling down her pale, freckled face. Harry hated to see her sad, so he continued, hoping for something to change the subject.
showed me this really cool old-fashioned Muggle camera he brought! Can you believe the pictures dont move? And
Harry Potter the Aftermath A boy with untidy, jet black, and with wizard robes covered in dirt walked down the halls of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was apparent that a battle had recently been fought. Statues were broken and pieces of amour scattered across the halls. Many people had died on both sides. Some were friends while others were enemies. Mourning would come, but for now Harry Potter was just glad that everything was over. Even now as he walked down the hall with his two greatest companions as they left the Headmasters office, Harry knew that sadness would come in time. Time a precious gift Harry thought he would never have again just a few hours ago as he marched into the Forbidden Forest to what he thought was his death. He knew with Voldemort gone, Harry would live a long life he would have time to be with those that he loves. The shined through a broken window and Harry felt the rays of the rising sun. It was almost like the sky knew that this was a neHarry Potter the Aftermath8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lily and James Fan Fiction'Today', Lily thought, 'is the last day I am going to be known as a sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. To think, I only have one more year to go.'Lily and James Fan Fiction10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Lily was down in the common room, pretending to read a book, while she waited for her friends Kyra and Cora. She had told them to pack the night before but as always, they waited until the very last possible moment to pack. Lily shook her head, when would they ever learn. Those two were the biggest procrastinators she had ever met. She thought six years of being friends would change them into some of her habits, but it seems old habits die-hard.
"When will they ever learn," Lily said to herself.
"You know, talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity," a voice said from behind her.
"Potter, my day was going great and you just have to go and ruin it don't you?" Lily said turning the page of her book, not looking up to him.
"That's what I'm here for," James said with a smile. He sat down next to her on the couch and
Draco's Detour: Chapter oneDisclaimer: I don't own any of this. I'm just playing in the sandbox created by J.K. Rowling.Draco's Detour: Chapter one9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: I hope you enjoy this! I'd be very happy to get reviews from you guys. And even if this starts out as a R/Hr fic, it's really a D/Hr fic
How Did I Fall In Love With You?
"How Did I Fall In Love With You?"
Remember when, we never needed each other
The best of friends like
Sister and Brother
We understood, we'd never be,
Those days are gone, and I want you so much
The night is long and I need your touch
Don't know what to say
I never meant to feel this way
Don't want to be
What can I do, to make you mine
Falling so hard so fast this time
What did I say, what did you do?
How did I fall in love with you?
I hear your voice
And I start to tremble
Brings back the child that, I resemble
I cannot pretend, that we can still be friends
Don't want to be,
What can I do, to make you mine
Falling so hard so fast this time
Torturous Good-ByeSummary: What would happen if Harry hadnt lost the Resurrection Stone?Torturous Good-Bye8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harry sat very still, feeling slightly numb. Ron was on one side of him, Hermione on the otherthe way its supposed to be, Harry thought. But no one was happy, smiling, laughing, joking. . . .
They were inside the Burrow, waiting for the rest of the family to arrive. Harry glanced at the special Weasley clock hanging on the wallRons, Bills, Charlies, and Freds hands were all pointed to Home. Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. It was too much, just sitting there, waiting for everyone when everyone wasnt coming back. He felt tears well up in his eyes and Ron wrapped his arm around Harrys shoulders. They leaned into each other, and Harry realized he was crying too, silently.
Harry reached for
InheritanceHarry had inherited many things from his father.Inheritance8 years ago in Romance More Like This
Even those who met Harry for the first time would notice the similarities. You look just like your father, would usually be the first words out of their mouths.
And you couldnt blame them, really. Harry shared Jamess messy black hair, lean stature, and poor eyesight. They both were Sorted into Gryffindor House, played for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and despised the Dark Arts.
Harry turned to see Ginny walking towards him, her eyes red, but otherwise composed. The sight of her made Harry happier than he had felt in a long while.
He walked away from Dumbledores old office and gave her a tight hug, which she returned with much vigor.
Im so glad youre alive, she said into his shoulder. When I saw Hagrid carrying you out of the forest, I ─
Yeah, Harry said consolingly, taking in the flowery scent of her gorgeous red hair. I know
Harry Potter fan fictionChapter 1: The first day to a new life.Harry Potter fan fiction10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The whistle blew its last call, the steam was pouring out of the train. The platform was very busy with the sound of people talking excitedly; children were boarding the train whilst their families said their goodbyes. Standing on the platform was a boy who's name was Harry Potter. Harry was eleven years old, tall and slim with black scruffy hair, green eyes and wore thin round glasses. The thing that stuck out most about Harry was his lightning bolt scar on his forehead. This scar was a mark of something terrible that had happened to him in his past.
Harry was an orphan. He lived with his Uncle Vernon Dursley, Aunt Petunia Dursley and Cousin Dudley Dursley. Up until a couple of months ago Harry had always been told that his parents had died in a car crash, that was until he was told on the morning of his birthday 31st of July by a half giant by the name of Hagrid, that he was no ordinary boy, he was in fact a wizard and a famous one at that.
Horcruxes - Chapter 1He had gone back to the Dursleys' just like he said he would. They were unusually quiet and sombre when he came back. Uncle Vernon still eyed him in distrust, though he treated him more civilly this time around. Dudley had not even dared a look at him. Aunt Petunia had even gone out of her way to prepare him a decent meal. He didn't know why, and he didn't bother asking when he dragged his trunk upstairs in the midst of awkward silence. The first night he had spent quietly, without nightmares nor dreams. He had been too tired after the journey home.Horcruxes - Chapter 19 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He woke up the next morning, and had breakfast. A decent one. The Dursleys sat around him, staring at him as he ate. He didn't look up. He expected that they would ask him some questions, and he would rather not answer them now. They would have to wait. During happier times, he would have gleefully eaten as slow as he could; just to see the extent of their patience. It was not so now. He finished his meal fast and got up to wash the dishes.
After the Battle - Chapter 1Harry slumped onto the four-poster bed and let out a long sigh. He lay on his back silently, staring at the maroon canvas that hung above him, not looking up when he heard Hermione enter the dormitory, nor when he felt the mattress sink as Ron sat down beside him.After the Battle - Chapter 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How are you feeling? Ron asked him.
Harry thought about this for a moment. He wasnt sure that he could give a satisfactory answer.
Tired. he said finally, just tired.
And it was the truth; he felt like he had gone for so long without sleep that his mind would be unable to process the magnitude of the days events until he had a full nights rest in which to recover.
He pulled himself into a sitting position and looked at Ron.
What about you?
I dunno, he shrugged, weird, you know? Like I dont know how to feel. I s pose its still sinking in.
Harry nodded, and looked across the room. Hermione?
She was sat on the next bed, lo
At the Beach-Ginny and HarryAt the Beach-Ginny and HarryAt the Beach-Ginny and Harry7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ginny was standing on the boardwalk. Her fire-red hair whipped around her face and her thin white long-sleeved tunic was fluttering haphazardly around her bare legs. The visit to the beach was supposed to be fun. But it was so far turning out to be no fun at all. After having a row over Harry taking up all the bed space, and having efficiently woken up the other couples (Ron and Hermione, and Neville and Luna) Ginny threw the shirt over her underwear and stalked off to the beach.
Leaning over the railing, Ginny took a breath of smoke and blew it away. The curling smoke from the cigarette flew through the air, mixed with the salty ocean breeze, then dissolved. Giving up on the disgusting thing, she threw the cigarette onto the sand. Tears of regret dripped down her face. She had been very short with Harry lately. She walked onto the beach and stood at the waters edge. Cool ocean water rushed up to her feet. Suddenly feet came behind her. Having lived w
Forbidden Love 1The meeting:Forbidden Love 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A family of 5 hustled and bustled as their mother yelled James, hes already sorted! You cant switch houses at will.
What if you really wanted to? wined Albus, with his green tie, annoyed with it
You cant change houses, and Slytherin is a great house. You should be proud to be in Slytherin Ginny said, he hadnt gotten over the fact that he was in Slytherin, and was already in his 2nd year now.
Why couldnt I just be in Gryffindor? he grumbled
A girl held tightly onto her mothers hand, she was scared to go to Hogwarts now, James told her about moaning myrtle, and he would personally show her nearly headless nick, who had become even more nearly headless.
Also in gory detail James told his younger sister about how he had successfully blown up a teachers head without getting detention. They had obviously recovered but no one had seen him specifically, so they couldnt punish him for th
Harry and Ginny: Train StationGinny was sitting on the train in a compartment with Neville and Luna. She was so tired of everyone; she just wanted to see Harry, to make sure he was ok. She missed him so much, it killed her. The war had taken its toll on everyone, especially Harry.Harry and Ginny: Train Station7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Gin? Are you all right?" Luna asked in her quiet voice, sitting with Nevilles arm around her shoulder. That only made Ginny miss him more. It didnt help, that they were always together and that they were her best friends. But Ginny wasnt going to ruin anything; they loved each other almost as much as Ginny and Harry loved each other.
"I'm fine." Ginny said looking out the window, they had arrived in England.
Ginny grabbed her luggage and walked out of the compartment, saying goodbye to Neville and Luna and telling them that she would write soon and have them over. She stepped onto the platform and didnt see anyone of her brothers or parents there. They must be running late. She was standing off to the side when sh
DH - Alternate Ending And quite honestly, he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now only of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, Ive had enough trouble for a lifetime.DH - Alternate Ending7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, J.K Rowling.
Ron and Hermione offered him tired smiles, perhaps only just now realizing themselves how truly exhausted they really were. They had all just been through a terrible ordeal, and no one more than Harry deserved to get away from it all and rest.
Indeed, there was not only a sandwich awaiting Harrys return to Gryffindor Tower on the unloosed blankets of his bed, but quite a small feast. But, with a bold
aching which stole his breath and made him light-headed, he could not conjure the energy to even pay it much attention. Without so much as a second thought, he blearily cleared the bed of the food and, for the first time June previous,
After All This Time... AlwaysAfter All This Time... AlwaysAfter All This Time... Always8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are copyright of J.K. Rowling and Warner Bros., and they were used without permission. However, they were used with consideration and with no intention of making money. This story is simply an appreciative fan's attempt at writing something to contribute to the world of Harry Potter.
Completed July 2007.
Email comments to firstname.lastname@example.org.
Rated PG for thematical reasons.
Sindie Presents a Harry Potter Fanfic:
After All This Time... Always
It was over. Voldemort was dead. Finally.
But Harry was left with a lot of baggage to deal with.
Immediately after the battle had ended, Harry went to Gryffindor Tower, leaving his friends to join in the celebration in the Great Hall. As he entered the common room, he felt like he was stepping back in time. It had been a year since he'd been here. Gazing around the
Fly'Fly'Fly11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ginny tore through the room, her long white nightgown streaming behind her. Hermoine was running behind her trying to grab onto her friend, to try to hokd her back, but the firey red-head wouldn't be stopped.
Ginny jumped over piles of cloth and around wizards who were caring for the vistims of the last war. Hermoine tripped over someone's foot and sprawled onto the floor.
"Ginny! Stop!" she called, trying to stand. Ginny didn't stop, she ran harder, her bare feet scuffing along the floor. She barged into the next room, and stopped short.
Her breath was caught in the throat as she looked down at the body in the bed before her. It was Harry, but not the one she knew. He was deathly pale, and his breath so shallow, Ginny could hardly be sure he was alive.
"Is he dead?" she breathed. Dumbledore, standing at the foot of the bed shook his head, and spoke without looking at her.
"No. He still lives... but they say he might be blind." Dumbledore now raised his sad blue eyes to Ginny's b
Say his name... :Xmas Special:Say his name... :Xmas Special:9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A seventeen-year-old Hermione sat next to a roaring fire on the hearth, watching the flames tickle the sides of the yule logs, letting the soft orange glow bathe her in warmth. She was completely ignorant of all the Christmas cheer being shouted from every corner of Number 12 Grimmauld Place's downstairs den. She sighed and smiled contently to herself as she pulled her knees up to her chest, loving the warm sweater Mrs. Weasley had made her for Christmas this year. The sweater was a navy blue with a chocolate brown 'H' knitted on the front. Both were her favorite colours.
Ron Weasley, still as frecklely and tall as ever, bent down behind Hermione and whispered into her ear, "Now why aren't you joining in on the celebrations? Too un-prefect-like for you?" Hermione jumped as his warm breath gave shivers down her spine. She giggled and smacked his shoulder playfully after he sat down next to her.
"And why aren't you, Ronald Weasl
More Than LoveMore Than LoveMore Than Love9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I trot down the stairs, cursing as I trip over Quidditch pads. "Da.mn it, James." I mutter. I enter the kitchen carefully, trying to spot him before he spots me. He grabs me from behind and spins me around for a kiss.
I can't help but grin foolishly. "When are you going to stop calling me that?"
"When we're both old and wrinkly." He winks and takes something off of the counter. "Look, Lily! I made breakfast."
Oh no, not again. "That's wonderful, dear. I can't wait to taste it." Many people do not realize that my husband can not cook. Every time he tries I normally end up with food poisoning. I can't bear to tell him that, though. He always gets so happy when I eat his meals.
He places the plate of bacon and eggs in front of me. Judging by the way they look, the eggs were not cooked enough and the bacon is badly burned. "I hope you like it. Erm, I'm not sure if the eggs are done."
I touch his arm and smile. "They look fine, James. Thank you."
Harry and Ginny fluffThere were three truths that Harry Potter would always remember about this moment. One, the knob to the cabinet could be used as a lethal weapon as it was stabbing him in the kidneys. Two, he was finding that it was becoming increasingly hard to breath. And three, He would never, ever, find something so amazing as an armful of Ginny as she kissed the breath out of him. Five feet and an extra four inches of soft malleable girl flesh was pushed into him, filling the hollows left by his own skinny frame. Even with the double threat of impalement and suffocation, he couldn't bring himself to stop her.Harry and Ginny fluff7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Footsteps on the stairs would be the only thing that could rip his mind out of its insanely happy place with swooping owls and fluttering feathers. That would be because anyone with red hair and freckles coming down those steps would immediately be attempting to dismember him. Considering that somewhere in the shoving backward onto a knife cleverly disguised as a cabinet knob, Ginny had lost
Do You Love Me? part 1It was a clear sunny day, not a cloud in the blue that would take over the sun's brilliant rays. James slid down the staircase railing with great acceleration, and with quick thinking, at the last minute he managed to make a 180 at the end of the rail and landed on his two feet. His lips curled at the sight of his lovely wife, Lily, as she raised an eyebrow with a sly smile.Do You Love Me? part 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I'm married to you already, you can stop showing off with your old moves." Lily stated, still smiling.
James' eyes widened at her comment, then smiled with pride," Aw, come' on Lolly! You know I've gotta show Harry how to get the most beautiful bonnie lass in the world. Well of course no one's as beautiful as you hot buns!" James' smiled so big his mouth hurt at the corners.
Lily laid her emerald eyes on the bundle in her arms. James strutted to his wife to look at what was counseled in the blanket. There, was a delicate face with chubby cheeks. Then Lily's eyes gazed at the familiar face before her. " If Harry cl
Harry Potter Fan FictionChapter One: Harry PotterHarry Potter Fan Fiction7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Harry Potter sat in comfort of his home. The lawns of all the neighbors were the usual emerald green, kept that way by the obsessive lawn-mowing pursuits of all the perfection-seeking neighbors. It was the summer after the war and Harry was stuck living by himself since Ginny still had one more year of Hogwarts left. His new owl, a tawny brown owl with a dark face and large yellow eyes flew up with a letter attached to her leg. Aclis was now his owl, seeing as Hedwig had not survived the war waging with Voldemort.
Harry reached out and untied the letter from his faithful owls leg. He saw immediately that the letter was written in Hermiones fancy scrawl:
Ron and I would positively love you to come visit! We both miss you like crazy! Plus it would probably be good for you to get out of that lonely house of yours! Stop wallowing around and come for a visit!
Lots of love,
Harry couldnt help smiling after reading this
Lips of an AngelHoney why you calling me so late?Lips of an Angel8 years ago in General More Like This
Its kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying?
Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper cause I cant be too loud
Ron jerked and rolled over at the irritating sound coming from his bedside table. Cracking one eye open, and seeing his phones lights blinking wildly, he recognized that his phone was violently trying to get his attention. Reaching over, he grabbed the offending object and read the name on the little screen. With a gasp, he silently crawled from the bed, and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Pulling a chair away from his kitchen table, he bent his forehead to meet the hand that wasnt holding the phone, with the other, he answered.
There was no answer. Only a soft sobbing on the other end of the line.
Hermione, are you ok? Rons heart began to race, and he considered aparating to Hermiones place, if it were not for that oaf she lived with. &
I'm obvious, you raise me up I am obvious and you raise me upI'm obvious, you raise me up8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And now? What to do now?
Ron was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room in his favourite armchair in front of Hermione. The older girl was fast asleep on the couch that was facing the fire place.
They had just sent Harry up to sleep in the boys dormitories, exhausted from the previous fight. Ginny had ascended the stairs, no doubt to watch over Harrys sleeping form. Just like Ron was doing now for Hermione.
Ron knew he should take his chance now and sleep, just like everyone else was doing, but he couldnt bring himself to close his eyes. Every time he shut out the world to make a journey to sleepy-land, he got stuck in the land of loss. Every time he saw Freds smiling face, right before he died. Fred hadnt deserved to die. Never once had Ron believed he would lose
The Kiss of PainWhen she kissed him his entire mind went blank. He had suddenly become blind and deaf to anything that was not her face, that was not her hair and that was not the sound of her voice saying his name. It was if he had just opened a treasure chest and found a mountain of gold. No, this was better. It was like pelting that annoying git Filch with so many dungbombs that he crashed headlong into several suits of armour. His heart soared when ever she touched him, the word 'pleased' did not even begin to describe this feeling, even overjoyed was not a strong enough word. He would hold her close, whisper in her ear and breath in the lovely scent of her hair. Nothing could ever compare to that scent, not daises, not lilacs, not anything. She understood him, she accepted him she, she loved him. He had the world in his arms.The Kiss of Pain8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had all ended much too soon. His relationship, that kiss. He could not bear to put the girl in danger, he would not be able to live with himself if another person he love