teddy's hogwarts letter
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland
Teddy came through the door in a rush, his letter gripped in his hand.
"I got it! I got it!" he said, doing a jump in the air.
Harry and Ginny were at the breakfast table with Gran, and in seconds their faces split into giant grins. James let out a roar of approval. Lily, covered in jam, giggled and clapped from her high chair, thoroughly amused by all the sounds coming from her brother.
"He got what?" Al asked.
"His Hogwarts letter!"
Al quietly smiled. Even at three he knew it was something good.
"I'm so proud of you, Teddy," said Gran, dabbing at her eyes with a napkin.
"Me too," said Harry, giving Teddy a warm smile.
Teddy suddenly felt his smile begin to fade. His hand went to the back of his head as he looked at the ground.
"What is it?" asked Ginny.
"I just... I wish my mum and dad could be here, you know?"
"They are," said Gran giving a gesture around them.
"Yeah, you kn
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Ginny heard a scream as she burst into the corridor, wand already drawn and a dark look on her face.
Sure enough, the scene froze after everyone looked up. Ginny instantly recognized Agnes Monkleigh, a Slytherin girl in her year who had become a fervent devotee to the Carrows, standing over a younger girl who was coughing and shaking on the ground. A gaggle of other students stood nearby, either watching or refusing to watch the scene with equal horror.
Monkleigh recovered after a split second, meeting Ginny's gaze and curling her lip. Ginny followed suit.
"What's going on here?"
"None of your business, Weasley. Now scram before I get Professor Carrow."
"If you mean Alecto, I have it on good authority she'll be in the Hospital Wing for the rest of the night," Ginny said with a grim smirk. "Now leave."
Agnes slashed the air with her wand, but Ginny wa
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Ron says this as he walks into Hermione's hospital room, clutching a full cup of tea and handing it to her as he reaches the bed.
"Oh, thank Merlin, this is just what I needed," Hermione says, taking a large sip from the cup. "How's Rosie?"
"She's great," says Ron as he sits down on the bed next to her. "Granddad and Grandma Weasley are fawning over her right now. Those Muggle Healers"
"Yeah, them. They weren't going to let Mum in to see her, saying something about how only the immediate family was allowed in. I think she may have Confunded them, though," Ron says, laughing. "Last I saw, they were wondering around the waiting area, looking a bit lost."
Hermione bites her lip in worry. "Oh, I hope she puts them right, it'd be awful to have a Confunded doctor treating these patients."
Ron grins and kisses Hermione on the forehead. "That's my girl, always worried about something. Come on, you've just given birth! Let someone else worry about the wo
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'Are you all right, Ron?'
Hermione was looking at him with a concerned expression from across the table. She had a free period after lunch that day, which she usually reserved for a lengthy study session at the library. Resigning that necessary time in her busy schedule to wait with him until he had to re-take the Apparition test was something he deeply thanked her for.
Ron smiled at her.
'Yeah, just remembering.'
'About the last time? Don't think on it, you'll do fine,' Hermione said reassuringly, reaching to squeeze his hand. 'You'd only had minor problems in your previous practise'
'And then I splinched twice,' he reminded her gloomily.
'You can't count those... You were under a lot of pressure... we all were, just in different ways, I suppose.'
ForgivenessPercy Weasley was in a dark place.More Like This
Realistically, all he had to do was turn on his bedside lamp and his room would fill with light. But it wasn’t the physical realm that concerned him.
His mind was in a dark place. His very soul was shrouded in black, cloaked in despair, sheathed in the bleak absence of hope.
He hadn’t spoken to Audrey in nine months. Who knew if she was even waiting for him? He certainly didn’t. It had been even longer since he’d spoken with his family. His last attempt at that had earned him a smart slap on the cheek and a resounding chewing out courtesy of his sister. The worst part about that last meeting was that he knew that he had absolutely deserved it and more.
Life at the Ministry was hellacious. Editing those anti-Muggle pamphlets was killing a part of him, but it had come down to killing a part of himself or killing all of himself, and he wasn’t yet gone enough to want death.
For the moment, Percy was conten
PromotionSummary: A Harry Potter one-shot. Ron and Hugo play chess.More Like This
Ron was trying to read some important paperwork for the joke shop (which could be summarized as "laws you didn't stop George from breaking this month") as his son sat on the couch, kicking the air indignantly.
"It's not fair! Why does Rose get to go to the Quidditch game and I don't?"
"Because you sent your cousin to the hospital," Ron said, not looking up.
"I DIDN'T MEAN TO! And James deserved it! Even Aunt Ginny said so!"
"We're not arguing about this again, Hugh. Go read a book or something."
"But I've already read all my books! Ooh! Can we go to Diagon Alley and buy some more? And then stop at the Quidditch store and see if they have any new Cannons posters? Please?"
Ron closed his eyes. He was beginning to realize that there was no point in trying to work unless he found a way to keep Hugo entertained—and honestly, this work was dead boring anyway.
And that's when Ron decided that h
Post-DH George OneShotGod, the corridor was in ruins. George ducked his head through the haze of smoke and debris and struggled down the hallway. He was sure he had heard Percy yelling, but now the floor was deserted. Flashes and bangs echoed from up ahead, but they were already in the stairwell. He held his wand out in front of him, waiting for the slightest movement.More Like This
He ran over the litany of his family members as he struggled down the hallway. He had just seen Bill going after Fenrir Greyback mere minutes ago; Fleur and Kingsley were with him, so he pushed them aside. His mother and father, the last he had seen, had been fighting on the second floor; they had attempted to follow Tonks and Lupin onto the grounds but were cut off by several Death Eaters. He had no idea where Charlie or Ginny were; his stomach churned. If Ginny got killed he tripped over a fragmented suit of armor. Ron and Percy, he was
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Harry Potters eyes fluttered open slowly. After a dreamless and deep sleep he rubbed his brilliant green eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. He looked around the room, but there was no Ron, Neville, Dean, or Seamus. They must be celebrating, he thought happily. It was done. Over. He lifted a tired hand to his lightning bolt-shaped scar. It no longer burned, and it wouldnt ever again. Harry grinned. He was The Boy Who Lived, and that title meant more than it ever had now. No more nightmares of Voldemorts latest atrocities. No Death Eaters or Snatchers hunting him all over England. No more deaths. No worries of those he loved most being put in danger. Those he loved most. Ron. Hermione. Ginny
Harry leapt out of his four-poster bed and pulled a Mrs.Weasley-made sweater over his messy black hair. He found his glasses on his nightstand and swapped his pajamas for a pair o
HP: Boy or Girl?Harry wasn't used to being in the waiting room outside of the maternity ward. He was used to being in the delivery room, with Ginny, or home waiting for the news if one of her brothers' wives were giving birth. But now it wasn't Ginny who was having a baby, and it wasn't Fleur or Audrey or Angelina. It was Hermione, and she and Ron wanted him here at the hospital, and he and Ginny were out in the waiting room with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and with nothing to do but wait. Well, wait and chase James around the room every time he tried to make a break for it. He was a year and a half old and seemed to delight in doing anything that would distract them from Albus, whether he was old enough to do it consciously or not. In that regard, sitting in the waiting room was actually better than being at home James was quite content to soak up his grandparents' affections and leave the baby with his parents, or to let Harry chase him while his grandparents cooeMore Like This
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'I'll say it first!'
'No, I say it first!'
They are arguing and making a terrible noise again. Can't anyone sleep peacefully here any more? The one with the orange fur and the one with the brown fur, that's them. They're usually annoying together, but they amuse me. Especially because the one with the brown fur is always right and she always stands up for me. Of course, she's my mistress. She'd be a terrible mistress if she didn't defend me.
Although, now that I have my eyes open, I can see it's not them. The one with the brown head is a male, and the orange headed one is a female. They are annoying but amusing, too: my mistress's cubs. I confuse them all the time. Must be getting older.
'Happy birthday, Cooksanks!'
They shout at the same time, but it doesn't make me jump like it used to.
'You know, Hugo, today's not Crookshanks's real birthday,' the girl says. 'That's why I almost forgot. I forgot this morning because it's not his
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Petunia sat upright in a plump armchair made for
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Once Upon a Time: Captain Hook/OC
The Pirate and the Book-Nerd
Killian Jones had been asked for many things in his extended lifetime, but this newest request was quite unwelcome.
"I'm sorry, Lyn love. I must have heard you wrong. What is it you want me to do?"
The young woman who was currently tucked into his side, gave him a large grin, as they walked through the small town streets that were currently draped in twilight. She was only several inches smaller than the pirate, and he found that what the young woman lacked in height, she made up for in imagination. They had met several years prior and after much distrust and more than a few strange occurrences, the two had become close friends. And now, they had a regular 'date' every week on Wednesday after their group therapy session. Every time like clockwork, they would have dinner out, take a stroll and talk, and then finish off the night with a movie and large bowl of pop
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The gamine wondered the streets eyeing each passer-by, rich or poor, for easy pickings. Pockets that is, for their wallets. Thenardier, or Jondrette or whoever
Capable of Being Terrible Ch 2A month had gone by. Within that time Enjolras’s wounds were able to heal enough to let him move around. The pain was bearable, and walking with a limp was aggravating, yet tolerable. He was able to find a job within the printing industry—workers were in high demand now that the printing business had begun in Rennes—but due to his shoulder and leg wound and still needing the sling and crutch, his job was to work as the paperboy. He didn’t like it and had to sit down from the pain, but not only that, Enjolras felt degraded by his position, but he understood his foreman’s reasoning for placing him there. And although he didn’t like it, he accepted the lower pay the foreman offered him due to his inability to sell as many papers as other paperboys. But once his wounds healed, it wouldn’t take long for him to move up and become a journalist, would it? A journalist that could stir the people, enlighten them, and bring about change to France. EponineMore Like This
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Just as there are four elements
Existing in harmony with one another
So too are there four states of poetry:
Air is the element of freedom
Exemplified by the use of free verse
It has no structure and no true shape
But allows us creative control
Through the use of air as a poetic medium
We allow our emotions a freedom to be
We allow them to soar upon worded wings
Gliding freely through the skies of literature
Water is the element of the changing flow
It can be hard as ice or as soft as snow.
Its nature resembles the power of rhyme
Which grants us order and a structured mind
By pushing and pulling the words we may-
create a picture of what we wish to say
Painted upon a canvas of emotional lines
We create a sculpture of structured rhymes
Earth is uncomprising
Craggy on the whole, it resembles the concrete
Like the craggy mountains with peaks and valleys
It can take us down
A creative alley. For rock resembl
Things I will Risk For You c16"He's sick again."More Like This
"Yeah threw up his food all over the bed Honestly, sometimes I think he's as bad as Perry is."
Perry opened an eye and looked up from his cushioned bed on the floor outside his owner's room. When the little boy was sick, Perry had to be booted out in order not to catch the same illness. He hated sleeping in the hallway or even in Candace's bedroom; it smelled too pretty, like a bunch of flowers and honey. Perry loved the smell, but he found it too tempting; he always wanted to chew on something when he was in the girl's bedroom.
So his only other option was the hallway. And unfortunately, he could hear every conversation from there.
"Looks like we got ourselves another platypup," the father chuckled.
"Francis, that's not funny," his wife responded.
Perry opened the other eye. Another platypup? You mean he'd have to share Phineas with someone else? Perry did not like this idea at all.
"He's been sick for the past few days, already," the woman w
Things I will Risk For You c15" Okay, now I'm feeling the fever "More Like This
"You're getting hotter?"
"In a bad way, yes "
"If not for our situation, I would be laughing about that comment."
" and I'm starving."
"Next time we go on an adventure, remind me to make you eat a full meal before leaving."
Phineas coughed and stared up at the moon and stars peaking through the treetops. The mud was cold and made his leg ache because of the open wound; his ankle was swollen and hurt every time he attempted to move it; and it was around now that he was feeling the fever Ferb had spoken of earlier. Lying in the mud was not the most comfortable place to lay in when one was ill, but unable to move his leg because of the pain, it was all Phineas was able to do.
Ferb had removed his leather jacket earlier and had wrapped it around Phineas' right leg in order to stop the bleeding as much as he could. He then tore a piece off of his blouse and tied it around his shoulder to cover his own injury. But the darker the sky b
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Ferb only wished he felt the same peacefulness as the world around him did. His heart was heavy, weighed down by sorrow. He felt like he was trapped in a cage he could no longer escape. He suspected this to be the memories of a past he was now forced to forget. The only encouragement he had was that he knew that eventually, he would be able to escape them and learn to move on.
But not Phineas. The red-head dragged his feet slowly through the grass and dead leaves on the forest floor, almost as though reluctant to go any further without his beloved platypus. Perry had always been an important part of his familyhis biological father had rescued the pup shortly before Christmas and had brought him home for his son to have as a pet. Phineas had always taken care of Perry, as did Ferb once he became par
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George let out a deep sigh.
This is definitely not how he would want to be remembered, for having the most boring funeral known to man.
"He was an outstanding member of this church for over fifteen years. We will all feel his loss long after he is gone."
"I don't think Uncle Bilius ever went to church," whispered Fred.
"This is the worst funeral I've ever been to," George muttered, hanging his head around his knees. Mum had Percy poke his back and they both gave him stern glares so he would sit up 'properly.'
Charlie was asleep with a piece of drool making its way down his chin. Bill was awake, his unfocused gaze settling somewhere around the pretty fiance of their cousin. Ron and Ginny covertly read a comic hidden between them. Fred had his head tilted back, staring at the ceiling with much concentration.
"When I die, I don't want a funeral," he said.
"I don't want one. They're boring, filled with church stuff, and everyone has to dress like a bunch of stuffy berks."
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Prosper never really had a penchant for planning ahead. This quality had only gotten stronger after he had begun dating Blaire, seeing as she rarely did anything without planning for it first. However, once in a while he would make exceptions on special nights when he wanted to surprise her- their anniversary last year, for example. As it turned out, their evenings always went a lot better when he didn't plan ahead, ironic as that sounded.
Tonight was certainly one he wanted to get perfect, so he had determinedly planned for it throughout the previous weeks. Before now, the night had gone perfectly, not a flaw in sight. They had gone to dinner at the fancy restaurant he had emptied his paycheck for, at the reserved table outside on the deck, and he had sneakily managed to convince her to walk down to a nearby park with him before calling a taxi. Unfortunately, his nature was to be a little spontaneous, so when they passed a fair, of all things, on the way to the small pavilion h
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Agent P says:
Agent P says:
How are you spelling lololol? Are you actually saying that?
Agent P says:
I have absolutely no idea.
Agent P says:
What does S-R-S-L-Y mean?
Agent P says:
Aaaand I STILL don't know what THAT means either.
You sound REALLY unprofessional on chat, Perry.
VERY mindless pet-ish, heehee!
Agent P says:
Oh, gee, thanks.
And did I mention cute?
You sound cute too.
PERRY THE CUTIPUUUUSSS!!!
Agent P says:
GET OFFLINE, PHINEAS.
I wasn't the one who started this convo, derp.
Agent P says:
Right. Okay, my bad.
So what's up?
Nuffin' really. Just finished homework.
Agent P says:
How's your headache?
You just got on to check up on me?
Agent P says: <
Msn: Perry's Pizza Mission Pt2Agent P says:More Like This
Okeh doke, and just in time to get the pizza.
You still there Phin?
Sorry. Sorry, dozed off.
Agent P says:
Did you go toss up lunch now?
No. I actually just fell asleep. Msn beeping woke me up.
Um, btw, thanks for doing this, Perry. You don't really need to, you know.
Agent P says:
I want to.
I don't like seeing you or Ferb sick. Not only is it upsetting, but I can easily catch what you've got.
Sooo, what you're saying is, you like to avoid us.
Agent P says:
I did NOT say that.
Ik. I'm just goofing around.
Agent P says:
What kind of word is ik???
Agent P says:
Sounds like you found something icky and you don't like it.
Agent P says:
Ik! Ik, yucky, ik!
Agent P says:
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"We were thinking of naming the baby after Fred, actually."
George froze in the process of pouring two Firewhiskys. "Oh," he said after a moment, standing up stiffly and handing a glass to Bill.
Bill seemed to take this as a bad reaction. "Of course, we haven't decided for sure yet," he said quickly. "The baby could be a girl, after all. And if it is a boy, we still wouldn't name it after Fred if, you know...you object or anything."
"Well, honestly I just hadn't thought of—" George suddenly blinked. "'If I object?' Why would I object?"
Bill shrugged, looking supremely awkward. "Well—you know. Fleur and I, and the rest of the family—we sort of feel like you have...dibs on Fred's name, if you wanted to give it to your own son."
"But I'm not having a son," George said, feeling rather stupid.
"Well, no. But
Why Aren't They Here? Fan FictionHarry handed James to Ginny, and chased after Teddy out of the Burrow's kitchen.More Like This
"No, I know what you're going to say."
"No, I don't think you do-"
"YES, I DO!", Teddy yelled as he wheeled around.
Teddy's voice was wet and his eyes were red. Harry felt his own throat thicken, as Teddy so rarely cried.
"You're just going to say, 'They're still with you, Ted, they're with all of us, in our hearts...', just like everyone else!"
Harry didn't respond, he just listened.
When he didn't argue, Teddy went on,
"Well, I know that already! But it doesn't fix it! They're not here, if they were with me...then WHY DO I FEEL SO ALONE?!"
Teddy's face was twisted in sadness and anger, and he couldn't catch his breath. Harry's heart hurt seeing his godson this way the same way when he sees his own son James in pain. Harry knew firsthand the pain that Teddy felt; the kind that would never fade entirely.
He kneeled down to rest on his knees, and said very quietly, "Tedd
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My friends don't understand it.
Why would I, the pretty, popular and ever-so-fearless Lily Potter, ever fancy a boy like Lysander Scamander?
I mean, it's not like he's tall and graceful, with pale grey eyes that pierce right into your thoughts. It's not like the shyness and silence is cute; or the way his long fingers are just the right shape for holding mine. No, who would ever want a boy who treats a girl like an equal? Who opens doors for them; and smiles lopsidedly at them from behind James's copy of Quidditch Through the Ages? Gosh, I'd much rather have a notorious, heartbreaking sleaze ball excuse of a guy any day.
Rose disagrees with my friends. Sweet Rosie, she knows she's not popular but she has never tried to be. That's made her popular in her own right, I guess. She's always approved of Lysander, even when I didn't.
But now I do.
Now I know there's more to him than what my friends call him. He's not a 'loser', he's beautiful. He's not 'gay' I k
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Immersed suddenly in darkness, Lily cast her mind back to her last Charms lesson, and the Illuminating spells they had practiced.
"Lumos," she said uncertainly, and the tip of her wand gave out an ethereal light. Smiling again
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Sirius: Well, over the summer I decided to show him a collection of Michael Jackson albums.
Remus: ......Oh god, what have you done?
Sirius: I'm not entirely sure about that....but this does look promising for future blackmail
Remus: Why Sirius? have i done something to you? did Wormtail do anything to you?
Sirius: Actually, yes, you have
Remus: Really? Tell me please, that i might rectify this serious and grave mistake oh mighty one.....ok is any of this working at all?
Sirius:....maybe.....in any case, to jog your memory maybe this will ring a bell; Mr. Whomples
Remus: You mean your stuffed duck? come on Padfoot, that was ages ago!
Sirius: that doesn't mean he has left my heart you prick!!!!!!!
Peter: Guys, why in Merlin's name has Prongs resorted to animal mating calls to get through class?
Remus: those aren't mating calls....ok well maybe SOME of them are, but poor Prongsie just doesn't know yet what will attract Evans.....anyway Wormtail thi