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
Gred and Forge - The Price of FreedomIt's a fact of life. Freedom doesn't come free. Or cheap. If George even once thought his ear was a high price for freedom, he didn't anymore.Gred and Forge - The Price of Freedom3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It felt surreal, in the worst possible way... it felt like it wasn't another person that was lying there, but half of himself. "Wake up," he wanted to say, but the words caught in his throat as tears trailed down his face, wild and unstoppable.
"Freddie... Freddie..." he murmured, his voice choked and unrecognizeable.
He leaned over his twin, hands fisted in Fred's shirt as if he were silently willing his brother to sit up and say: "Fooled ya!"
No such thing happened...
George felt more than saw his family gathering around. They were all in mourning and they were all trying to comfort each other. If someone laid their hand on George's shoulder, he didn't feel it. All he could feel were his own sobs and his brother's name being repeated over and over. He couldn't tell if he were the one saying it or if it was his family or their friends.
Like Twilight? Don't Read.After walking out of the Twilight movie (an adaptation of a best-selling book that resulted in a cult following of fangirls, teenies and wannabe Mrs. Edward Cullens) I was struck with a horrendous and barely comprehendible thought.Like Twilight? Don't Read.6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Vampires are we know them have ceased to exist.
Gone are the days where supernatural creatures of the night wore long capes, hid fangs, got staked and were deathly scared of a common kitchen ingredient. Goodbye Dracula, you were great while you lasted.
Now they fall in love with teenage girls, act severely bipolar, kill fuzzy little cute animals that are completely innocent, and even sparkle in the sun, just like an ADD kids collection of shiny objects.
So, this movie, you may wonder. If its based on a book that has girls screaming around the world and boys wanting to rip their own brains out through their nostrils, it must be good, right?
You could not be more wrong.
I seriously cannot stress how completely wrong you are.
Black, White and GreyHermione stirred slightly, and tried to open her eyes nothing. She raised her hand to the blindfold covering her face and then remembered.Black, White and Grey6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Hermione? a familiar voice said.
Hermione, youre awake! Hey guys, shes awake!
She heard sudden footsteps coming closer to the bed and felt a couple of people sitting down on the covers.
How do you feel? Ron asked as a hand, presumably his, lightly swept some hair off her face.
Umm, better, I think, she replied, pushing herself up into a sitting position and feeling a little disoriented. What day is it?
Its Sunday, youve been asleep a whole day, Harry said. Sunday she and Draco had their detention in the forest on Friday night. What happened, Hermione?
Yeah, Malfoy was a little vague on the details, George put in.
Hermione tried to remember what had happened, but after jumping on the back of Draco
Hogwarts ch1 I appsolutly hate having to be schooled. Though Dumbledore promised me a good education, that my wings wouldn't be a bother. I had very large heavy 'Angelic' wings. I could place them in my back like a tattoo, but they're still so long and large that the end-feathers pass my waist onto my bottom. I was able to live with humans, but I was miserable. That's when Ms.McGonagal and Pro. Dumbledore found me. They told me it would be a tough year because the ministry would be watching the school, but I didn't ask why.Hogwarts ch16 years ago in Teen More Like This
I told the professor that I'd be there on the first day. I had a suit case packed with everything I had and I was welcome to get medical help from both the Med staff and a... Hagrid? Magic creatures teacher... I had my wings in and had been ready five minutes before bording the Hogwarts train. I had a Bearded Dragon as a pet... but the thing is... it was in fact, Magical. It even breathed fire. I
Drarry - Dark Roman WineTitle: Dark Roman WineDrarry - Dark Roman Wine4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: mainly Harry/Draco, but with sides of Ronmione, Lucissa, and Blaise/Pansy
Summary: It's been a year since the defeat of Voldemort. Harry takes Draco out to dinner. pre-established Drarry, with a surprise ending.
"I'm worried about Harry he acts as if nothing happened."
"Ron, Harry needs to sort through this on his own. Soon he'll come to accept it."
"You think so?"
"I know so."
It had been a year since the war had ended. Well, technically a year and two weeks. This morning dawned a cloudy June 5th; Draco's nineteenth birthday.
Harry yawned and ran a hand through his hair as he padded into the kitchen graced with the sight of a properly dressed Draco sitting at the table reading the paper. Draco looked up from the article he was reading to look at Harry with his eyes. Merlin, how Harry knew he could lose himsel
Creepy Pasta: Friends?Let me begin by stating I don't believe in magic. It is simply a variation of illusions and the trick of the hand. For I am a girl of science, one that believes almost anything can be explained through logic. Reason I say almost is because something happened...something even I can't figure out. Now before you close this note, and get on with your own life, let me repeat that I only list the facts and the facts go like this...Creepy Pasta: Friends?4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a quiet, sublime morning, which was a near impossible task in my household. Had it not been for the fact, my siblings were off, whether at work or studying at institutes, the home would have been a buzz of chatter and life. Yet the peace did little to stifle my unsettling nerves that creped along the vertebrate of my spine. I took to work automatically, eating a simple meal of cereal with a plastic spoon.
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
ElphabaIt never mattered what I saidElphaba11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nor did it matter what I did
Just as long as I fit the Description
I was forced to play the bad girl
Look at me and all my good deeds
Everything done for a noble cause
Never once did I aim to please
I only did what was truly right
Who are you not to see my soul
But then again don't even look
Nothing said will change your mind
About if there is evil in my heart
My ways are not what you follow
Never your bright and cheery means
By my methods I can say are honest
Unlike yours which aim to please
The 7th Years' Ball*~*The 7th Years' Ball*~*The 7th Years' Ball9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hermione, help!" a high strung female voice broke the silence that formerly reigned in the room. Hermione Granger, seventh year student and Head Girl at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, looked up from her Charms notes to see her good friend Ginny Weasley looking positively frantic.
"What is it, Gin? Did you forget about a Potions quiz again?"
"No, I- can we talk in private?" the younger girl's eyes were wild and wide.
"Just close the door," Hermione set her notes aside and made space next to her on the bed, "Now, what are you so upset about?"
"Well, you know how the End of Term Ball for the 7th years is coming up in about a month, right?"
"Yes…wait, who asked you?"
"Neville did! He said he's always really liked me and never been sure how to prove it. He hopes taking me to the ball can be a start."
"That is so s
Fragments of You and Me Chap 2Fragments of You and MeFragments of You and Me Chap 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
WARNING this contains ShonenAi or Yaoi or BoyxBoy. If you don't like, don't read!
Fragments of You and Me
Chapter 2- Déjà vu?
Deidara crouched in the thick underbrush. Silently, the mouth on his palm readied the clay for battle. Tobi crouched beside his Senpai, both waiting in baited breath. Were gonna get them this time, for sure. Deidara said, clenching his f
Taking a Shallow Breath-chap 4Taking a Shallow Breath-chap 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rose stood before him a moment, smiling, before she sprinted to the compartment door and threw it open with equal enthusiasm, startling Al nearly out of his seat, and making him drop his Quidditch magazine.
Al, come help me get this trunk! she said, giving Scorpius a smile from the doorway. Though his expression was full of alarm, he managed to giver her a grimace of a smile.
What trunk? Al asked, not looking inclined to move any time soon, and picking up his now very wrinkled periodical.
Scorpiuss, Rose said with a vague wave towards a very still Scorpius.
Wait. Scorpius Malfoy? Al cried rather loudly, trying to poke his head out the door and get a look at the infamous Malfoy spawn. Startled at her cousins rude outburst, Rose gave a great shh! before pushing Al back into the compartment and shutting the door between them. Rose suddenly realized she could have handled the situation with more delicacy.
Chapter 1 - Across the Water*NEXT GEN HARRY POTTER FANFIC*Chapter 1 - Across the Water8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter One: Across the Water
A young boy with dark hair and green eyes named Albus Potter stepped in to a small wooden boat. All around him other children were doing the same fumblingly slightly in the inky darkness, a large man directing them to set four to a boat. And as they sat each one held the same nervous excitement that now laced Als face.
This scene might seem strange to many, those who do not like things out of the ordinary, who live life in a world where nothing changes and all stays in the comfort of the tested method. However those people would be surprised to learn that this sight was not in fact unusual at all and had been occurring for centuries. What was unusual, what would have frightened those people into action, was the children themselves. Each and every nervous smiling face belonged to a young witch or wizard, all of whom were on their way to the most magical school in all of Britain, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and W
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
Liar"you can't break that which isn't yours...i'm not my own...it's not my choice."Liar6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I fall before you in millions
of perfectly edged facets.
they only reflect what they see.
I guess it's my fault you can't
stand to look into all those
parts of broken mirror.
I ran out of tape a long time ago.
Can someone please
lend me a piece?
I Want To Protect YouI want to protect youI Want To Protect You6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keep you away from pain and suffering
I want to protect you
From those that hurt you
From those that think it fun
To torment you
And to humiliate you
I want to protect you
From being alone
Feeling left out and deserted
I want to protect you
From the hatred of others
I want to save you
From the years of torture
And the years of isolation
I want to protect you
I want to save you
I want to love you
But will you let me?
MusicHe stepped up to his mic, shading his eyes against the glare of the multicolour lights and dispersed laser flares. You can't see much when you're on stage looking out. Everything is just a dark silhouette. You can't really hear much either. Everything is roaring and reverberating but once you step into that light it becomes nothing, just background static.Music11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
He checked his gear one last time, lightly touching each piece, checking that everything was in its place: the cold metal control dials, the smooth rubber jack, the metal boxes attached to his belt, routers, modifiers, amps, the wire running cold up his back to the almost invisible earphones. The crowd was quiet now, it seemed, but he knew that wasn't true. The crowd was as loud as it ever was, but he didn't hear them. Somewhere in the back of his head he could hear the four staccato clicks of the drum sticks, and somewhere far away the speakers roared to life, but he didn't hear any of it. In the corner of his eye he could see the l
Dear FredDear FredDear Fred4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Mum suggested I write you this letter, told me it would make me feel better. I don't see how because you can't see it and I won't get to see your reaction to it, but I don't have anything to lose, so here we are.
It's been a year since you died. Everything is still the same, but somehow, it feels different. The joke shop is still as strong as it was with you here. Ron is helping me out but the little git doesn't appreciate my jokes and ideas as much as you did.
I miss you so much, Fred. I keep thinking about how I never got to say my final good-bye to you and tell you how much I love you. I do love you. I hope you knew that even though we never said it much to each other. Or anyone else.
I'm struggling. I'm not going to lie to you, Fred. I pretend like I am okay, I laugh, I joke around, but my heart is still hurting. I want to hug you, pull pranks with on Ron and Hermione when they start snogging, to hear you again. I pray every night hoping your having fun with Tonks, encour
Not in Harry Potter: DHQuotes/ words that should be in Harry Potter but Arent:Not in Harry Potter: DH8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
- Geez, Voldemort, stop acting so gay!
- Bellatrix, stop groping me. Just just go stand over there.
- Tell me Lucius, whos the prettiest ballerina of them all? Voldemort gave a cold smile at the clearly horrified man.
- Sooo, whats REALLY going on between his lordship and that snake, hmm?
-Wait a minute, Harry said. You want me to put this Snitch where now?
- What we need, Voldemort mused, is some sort of sign that people can rally around. To keep the masses happy and unrebellious. Snape gasped. You mean- Yes. Voldemort allowed a vicious, cold smile to play upon his lips. What the Death Eaters need, is a theme song.
- NO, DAMMIT! I DONT CARE IF THE POTTER BOYS BEEN FOUND! AMERICAN IDOL IS ON!
- One of you go see if the boy
i'm falling like snow.1.i'm falling like snow.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've been sitting here with empty nothings in my head, trying to figure out the words to tell you how sorry i am, but my tongue won't untie its' knots. i've been scratching and clawing my way through the wall i've put up between you and me. my fingers are bleeding and i can't seem to stop, but i'm giving up, and you should too.
i'm just a walking ghost of past disappointments and glistening scars that never seem to fully heal. i want you to enfold me in the cracks and forget about me forever, forget about the night we kissed under the stars and how i told you i'd keep you from drowning. i've been treading water for the past seven years now, i can't drag you down with me any longer.
i feel like a child. do you remember when we were in mrs. kane's class in fourth grade? that's when i first met you, we had a fake wedding outside at the playground and we had emily and zack be our ring bearers. it's kind of sad, really, how much we've changed. i wish we could have stayed 10 forever
dear friend,dear friend,dear friend,6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm sitting in math class again with the teacher who tried to kill herself last year. i can't concentrate because all i can hear are hearts beating and it irritates me because i know that none of them are mine. my stomach's shaking on the inside from the pills i took this morning. it kind of feels like i'm floating on a cloud that's being anchored to the ground. it's hard to get up and move around because my head starts spinning all over again. it must be the alcohol. it's hard to describe what it's like living without feeling anything but feeling everything at the same time. i wish i could tell you, but the sirens are making it awfully hard to hear myself think.
i've been sitting here for quite a while now with my hands underneath my legs. i picked myself apart again and the doctors said they're getting sick of putting me back together. now all i can do is stare at the walls that only talk about suicide and bruised skin. i guess that makes me a wall. a
Born a TraitorBorn a Traitor5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Born A Traitor
From birth he has been a traitor, having betrayed nature itself, and now he was about to betray the only family he had left. After this he would have no one. His only allies would be the dark shadow he called a Master and the dark side itself.
The engines of his gunship were humming peacefully. The calm before the storm, as it was called. There were at least twenty Clone Troopers in the ship with him. They were relatively quiet, checking their gear and rechecking it. Or were they? They could be conspiring against him at this very moment, plotting to kill him the moment he turned his back on them.
All beings were capable of betrayal in his dark eyes.
"Commander?" He called silently. "A word with you, if you please."
The blue-armored clone made his way through the crowd of soldiers and crouched in front of his superior, who had sat down in a corner, pitch-black robe covering him almost entirely. The Commander seemed alert, left hand on his holstere
Edward Cullen poemRunning through the forestEdward Cullen poem8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I think of my love
What she means to me
And what I'd do for her
I'd give up blood
Go on national TV
I don't think there's anything
I wouldn't do
But as I come into the clearing
I think of one thing
As a bird swoops by
And my heart follows its soft song
I will not take this from her
This life this wonder
It's all there for her to take
But why does she choose me?
I run through the night
Following a familiar path
I find myself outside her window
Wondering if I'm allowed in
I have almost decided
When I stop and look out
Upon the shimmering night
Thinking maybe this isn't so bad
When I reach her bed
She is still fast asleep
In her own little dream world
And I hope I'm with her there
As the first light
Spills over her face
I am still unsure
About what is best for her
For I know if I change her
I will be taking so much away
But if I leave her unprotected
What will happen then
But it does not need to be decided now
It can wait another day