BeautifulRon sighed as he stared hard at his reflection in the dusty mirror. His hair seemed to have grown wild overnight. He tried every spell he could think of but nothing seemed to make his hair stay flat. Giving it up as a bad job he straightened his robes and looked at the watch he'd gotten for his seventeenth birthday. She would be here in about an hour.More Like This
At a loss for something better to do Ron began pacing back and forth across his room. As he paced, he allowed his thoughts to wander. Unsurprisingly he found his thoughts wandering to Hermione, the girl of his dreams. Smiling slightly, Ron thought about the day he'd asked her out for their first date.
She had been out in the garden; a book lay open across her lap. She had decided to return to Hogwarts to continue her education. Ron had laughed when he first heard, but he knew Hermione needed to complete her schooling for her to be happy. He remembered how the sun had reflected golden rays off her hair; her eyes seemed to sparkle as she ga
Not My DaughterMolly was aware, in some corner of her mind, that many lives had been lost in the last few hours. But at that moment, only two mattered: Harry and Fredher sons, her beloved, brave, sons. Fred, who nearly everyone had seen as one half of a whole, but he was more than that He was the more reckless of the already reckless pair, the one she could pick out by his crossed arms, whereas George always had his hands in his pockets. Never once had she truly confused them. And Harry, who had befriended her terrified Ron, engaged in a bizarre dance for her daughter's heart, and now had walked straight into the open arms of death.More Like This
Hagrid's great tears were splashing onto Harry's clothes as he laid him on the grass by Voldemort's feet. Molly felt the tears sliding down her cheeks, but forced herself to meet his terrible eyes. In this life or the next, he would pay for the murder of her sons She did
Notes George walked into his bedroom for the first time since the Battle of Hogwarts. He had shared this room with Fred. To avoid the reality of his twin's tragic death he had been sleeping on the sofa in the living room. But it was time to sort out Fred's belongings.More Like This
George had his eyes closed. He had decided that if he didn't look, he'd wouldn't get overwhelmed with emotion. But He soon came to realise that this wouldn't help. He could still sense Fred in his room. "Damn." George said under his breath as he slowly opened his eyes. A single tear left the corner his right eye. He didn't wipe it away. He just let it slide down the side of his face and roll off his chin.
"Where to start?" George looked around the small, crooked room. He walked over to the window that separates the two single beds and opened it. Only a crack. Fred hated it open all the way. Brought in a breeze, he'd say. "Maybe that'll bring the heat down."
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"Have to go?" The five- year- old twins whined as they tugged at Charlie's sleeve.
"Because it's his time to go to Hogwarts." Molly said softly as she pulled Fred and George off of Charlie.
"Go to?" The twins asked.
"In a few years." Arthur said.
"How many?" They asked.
"You two can go in six years." Percy said matter-of-factly as he straightened his glasses.
"But we wanna go now." The mischevious twins whined as they glared at Percy. They shot indentical pleading looks at Charlie as he started to head towards the train. "Don't go." They begged.
"I'm sorry guys, I have to." Charlie said as he ruffled both of their hair.
"Don't worry boys." Molly started, "Bill and Charlie will be home for Christmas." She said before shooting her older boys a dark look. "Won't you?"
"Of course Mum." Bill said as the train whistle blew. The elder boys hopped on the train and waved their family good-bye.
Charlie sat with his head in his hands as he remembered when Fred a
Fireplace - (24 days of Romione Drabble)I walk down the stairs in my pyjamas (that are already too short for me) and cast my eyes over the Common Room; it is empty. Silence reigns in the place, except for the soft crackling of the fire, and I quietly approach to the armchair where I left my rucksack. But when I get there, I see her. The Common Room isn't empty.More Like This
Her eyes are closed and her mouth slightly parted; she looks so peaceful. Her cute frown is relaxed now, and I smile when I see the books spread over the floor. She's fallen asleep while she studied. Her bushy mane of brown hair is sprawled across the sofa, the dancing flames from the fireplace make it look almost auburn. The fire has made her blush, too. She's so beautiful.
I get closer to her and take the book that rests on her chest, careful not to wake her. I can hear her soft breathing now. She smiles in dreams and I smile too. I could watch her forever. I wish I could. I wish she knew how I feel. I lean toward her and hesitate for a second, but then I kiss her o