BullyingBitchBullying7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Waste of Space
Sack of Shit
Even memories hurt
Drop Dead Fred Ch 1 ReflectionChapter 1: ReflectionDrop Dead Fred Ch 1 Reflection7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"I hate changes. Ive hated them ever since you left us. Everythings so different, you know? I thought for sure we would die together. I hoped wed die together. I mean, we came into this world together, we lived through it together, and we should die together. Whispered George staring at his reflection in the floor length mirror. Watching more tears fall down the well sodden path of the previous liquified diamonds.
He stretched his hand up toward the mirror, watching his reflection copy him. His reflection identical to himself.
Fred had been identical to himself.
Now the mirror was the closest he would get ever again...
George forced himself away from the mirror. Draging himself away from the reflection. From the memories. From Fred.
A tiny knock came from their...his...door.
That bedroom was only his now.
He didn't share it with Fred anymore.
Saying GoodbyeSaying GoodbyeSaying Goodbye8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The billowing steam blocked his view, he tried to wave it away he wanted to remember this moment, forever, it was only going to happen once, right now. The steam thinned, and the great train was revealed to him for the first time in his life. He looked back over his shoulder to see his God Father, still struggling through a crowed of people, taking photos asking questions, wanting his autograph. Teddy laughed at Harrys harassed appearance when he finally made it to his side.
Mr Potter! Mr Potter! How do feel sending your God Son to Hogwarts for the first time? Are you going to feel as if youve lost part of your soul? Or will you be relieved?
Ill tell you when Ill be relieved! When YOU leave me ALONE!
Teddy laughed as the reporter scurried away into the crowd. Harry hauled Teddys large trunk off of the trolley, followed by Remy the owl. Teddy held the owl cage tightly in his hands, and mirrored Harry
Fatherhood Ch 4- Teddy's...CHAPTER FOUR: TEDDYS NIGHTMAREFatherhood Ch 4- Teddy's...8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A month had passed since Ron and Harrys initial plans for their books. However they had slipped in to their old habit that used to do with homework. Wait until the deadline is so close and get Hermione to help. However they had no deadline so they had only written Harrys life at the Dursleys, and as the books had no deadline they hadnt asked for Hermiones help.
Baby James had grown extremely fast in the past month and was almost identical to a baby picture of Ron, with the same hair colour and style as Harry zooming around on a toy broomstick. Whenever Ginny was asleep Harry would look down at James, hoping to feel something, anything, but he still felt nothing. Harry could hardly sleep with fear, the fear that he would never love his son.
It was midnight and Harry, Ron and Hermione were still awake. Ron and Hermione were planning for the upcoming wedding and Harry was still lost in his miserable thoughts.
HP: A Bedtime StoryTiny footsteps creaking on the stairs. A unicorn plush under an arm. A multi-colored blanket trailing on the floor as he makes his way quietly to the living room. The fire cracks.HP: A Bedtime Story7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Andromeda Tonks looks up from her knitting at the sound of the small voice.
Teddy, what are you doing up?
The fire bathes the living room in a soft light and throws long shadows onto the floor and walls. Moonlight shines through the windows, and Teddy knows it is far past his bedtime. His grandmother is wrapped in a robe near the fire, sitting in a rocking chair. She looks concerned, so he hops down the last few steps and shuffles over next to her.
I cant sleep. What if a Dementor comes and gets me? Harry isnt here to protect me.
Andromeda sighs, puts her knitting aside, and then scoops Teddy up to sit in her lap. She picks up his blanket and wraps it aroun
Orphan BlueDark brunette locks of hair lazily fell over rich honey orbs as the small morphamagus clung to his grandmothers hand with one hand, the other having its thumb painfully sucked by the small mouth. Scratches scrapped his arms and face.Orphan Blue8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The grandmother was only middle aged but the bags under her eyes and wrinkled complexion showed different. She tossed her head to get rid of the raven bags that covered her own eyes as she held her wand that seemed to be levitating a large suitcase. The two approached the large house white house.
The Woman took a deep breath and knocked on the door with firm knuckles and waited. A young man opened the door and a bright welcoming smile claimed him.
Hi Teddy! He bent down on one knee and hugged the small boy. The small werewolf showed no emotion but held tightly to his godfathers shirt with one hand. Harry picked up the boy and took the flying suitcase. Harry noticed the brunette locks of the boys hair and frowned before
Andromeda Tonks POV-DH BattleI sat in my husbands old armchair by little Teddys crib, waiting for my daughter and her husband to return. They were at Hogwarts fighting, fighting against Voldemort and his band of Death Eaters. Dora was supposed to stay behind, here with me and her little boy, but no she had to go and fight beside Remus. I was glad that she found love. Yes at first I wasnt so sure about the relationship, he was after all about fourteen years older than her, only six years younger than me, but I realized that age had no matter in love. Plus I knew Remus was a good man and would make my Dora happy. He had been friends with my dear cousin Sirius and I know Sirius made good choices in friends, with the exception of Pettigrew, but then again Sirius never did care much for him in the first place.Andromeda Tonks POV-DH Battle8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I hoped they would return soon. I was so scared and I was afraid they might get hurt. This war would soon be over though. Harry Potter was a smart boy and would surely destroy You-Know-Who. When
PhotographsHis heart beat in a slow rhythm as he pulled his cloak on and looked in the mirror. He attempted to smooth a small wrinkle out of the light fabric, he tried in vain to flatten his hair, and he failed miserably at plastering a smile on his face. He studied his face and realized that the last year had left its marks. His boyish appearance had almost disappeared; instead he saw a face with sharp lines and curved lips that were enclosed by a sparse beard, cheeks with the softness of those of a child gone, and eyes that had seen more than any other his age. He pushed a strand of hair off of his forehead and looked at the lightning-shaped scar. He had the feeling that it was going pale, like it wanted to forget him now that he was free.Photographs8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Are you ready?" came a voice from behind him, and he turned to the door. Ginny walked over and smiled. "It will go well. Youll see," she assured him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Yeah, no problem... Its not that..."
"Youre excited Harry," s
The High Ground SPOILERSA woman, with hard, striking features and strangely unfitting soft tendrils of brown hair approached the graves, booted feet crushing the gravel with her steady purposeful steps. She hadn't been to this place in twenty six years, and she couldn't help but despise the fact that her return had to be for all the wrong reasons. She could barely accept what it was she was going to see, for she had never stepped foot near the neat, lovingly tended graves before, she had arranged painstakingly to be left alone, to be left at peace.The High Ground SPOILERS8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Shh, shh, precious, nearly there now. She cooed over the baby held wrapped tightly in her arms. He was everything to her. Just as she hoped to be everything to him. For they had no one but each other, only grief riddled memories and futile, torturous regret Andromeda thanked God the child was never to know.
The graveyard was a beautiful place, Dumbeldore's tomb stood at the front, a proud, immaculate resting place for the only Hogwart's headmaster to wi