The Shrieking Shack"Why do they call it the shrieking shack?"More Like This
the little third year enquired
of the Gryffindor student Sirius Black
his enthusiasm so fired.
A wistful look upon Black's face
was followed by wicked grin
He knew too well about the place
After all, he had been in.
"They say," Black said, his eyes aglow
"that a bunch of third years died,
Because they all wanted to know
What made the howls inside."
He smirked, "They crept in one by one,
After breaking through this fence
You see they thought it would be fun
Because they were so dense."
The gullible third year listened well
believing every word
As if under Sirius' spell
Growing nervous as a bird.
"I don't quite know what found them there,
But I'd reckon it wasn't nice
They only found some scraps of hair
& a finger being chewed by some mice."
The students eyes were dinnerplate size
"Th...that's all that was left?" he stuttered
"'Cept for the hundreds & thousands of flies...
...and the *blood*" Black casually muttered.
The third year looked decide
You belong with me - Chap. 1Before reading, consider 2 things: this is my first fanfiction, and my first language is not English, I didn't even write this "thinking in English", this is a translation from my story written in Spanish, so I would be extremely grateful if you reviewed correcting and commenting on my grammar and vocabulary besides commenting on the story Thanks a lot!More Like This
A faint ray of sunshine entered through the room's window and illuminated the girl's wavy and thick mane of red hair, which framed a pale, thin and angular face, sprinkled all over with tiny little freckles. She absent-mindedly scratched her delicate nose with the feather quill and kept on writing, to be interrupted seconds later by a couple of soft knocks. When she turned around, a beautiful brunette smiled from the half-opened door.
"Lily, honey, it's five o' clock already" the girl looked surprised at her wristwatch and nodded.
"Wow, time flies! I haven't finished writing the letter to Sam yet,