Forbidden Pastimes of HogwartsThe Forbidden Pastimes for Fred and George WeasleyMore Like This
By Molly Weasley
1-"To concur the earth with an army of flying monkeys" is not an appropriate career choice.
2- I am not the king of potato people and I do not have a flying carpet.
3- I may not chase Seamus Finnegan around school in search of his 'Pot o' Gold'.
4- Nor am I allowed to tell people he's a leprechaun on steroids.
5- I will not shout "I have the Power" before casting a spell.
6- I am not allowed to purposefully charm Filchs' underwear into wedgies.
7- Nor am I allowed to do it 'by accident'.
8- I am not allowed to yodel during important parts of Dumbledore's speech.
9- The Forbidden Forest is forbidden for a reason. I may not tell First Years that there is a party down there.
10- Especially when there isn't.
11- I may not refer to Sirius Black as 'Seriously Black'.
12- Just because I use air quotes does not mean the rules have changed.
13- I am not allowed to sing my own personal spy music while wondering the hallways.
The Night They DiedJames's Point of ViewMore Like This
It was Halloween night. Every now and again, the doorbell would ring and Lily would answer it, exclaim over the Muggle children's costumes and hand out sweets. I was sitting in the living room with Harry. Lily had dressed him in blue pyjamas with feet in them and he looked absolutely adorable. His black hair, untidy like mine, fell onto his forehead and his green eyes sparkled with mischief and fun as he tried to grab the coloured smoke I had conjured from the tip of my wand to amuse him. It was certainly working. Harry had a determined expression on his face as he tried and failed to catch the smoke in his tiny hands. I smiled fondly at him and my mind began to wander.
I grinned as I thought of the present Sirius had sent Harry for his first birthday, three months ago. He had sent him a toy broomstick and of course, Harry had loved it and had proved to be a natural. Lily had been horrified at first. She was afraid that Harry would fall of the broom and hurt himse