Chapter Seven

The party was loud and generally confusing, as Marauder parties are wont to be – and it was a Marauder party, no doubt about it, even though it bore the título 'after-party'. The victorious Quidditch match of half an hora hace was merely an excuse, for the Marauders hadn't had one yet that year.

Lily had spent many a fourth, fifth and sixth-year night up in her dormitory, trying desperately to block out the noise rising from the Common Room so that she could possibly, just maybe, get some studying done. The nights always ended in the same way: around one, maybe two am, she'd go...

hello...my name is nattalie but tu can call me nat for short and this is my story...
bumping into harry was the best thing that ever happend to me...because of it, i met ron, luna, neville, hermione, but i'm in amor with harry...
sigh. i was always in amor with harry potter. but why can't he see it...

*nat flash back*
"ok, the train'll be here in a few minutes, do tu have everything?" my sister pam asked. "yep, books, wand...everything." I said. "PLATFORM 9 AND THREE QUATERS!" the conducter called. "TRAIN TO HOGWARTS LEAVES IN 2 MINUTES!"
"that's my train." I said, tears running down from my silver...

Chapter Three

All throughout their patrol, it was all James could do to keep his attention (and eyes) on the task at hand. He was still going over the hora before patrol in his head, trying to make sense of it. Lily Evans, always the stoic one, afraid? It was hard to get his head around. Lily had always been the one to keep her head in the most panic-worthy of situations – like the time she found out that Remus is a werewolf.

It had been a particularly difficult full moon, the last one of their sixth año at Hogwarts. Wolf-Remus had been más vicious than usual and both James and Sirius were...

tu know that feeling in your heart? When your corazón is just pounding, like it's actually outside your ribs. Exposed, venerable, but wonderful and awful, and heartsick, and alive, all at the same time?Thats what I am feeling right now.Harry Potter sat in the commen alone.His friends and everyone was sleeping.He wasnt though.He got up and left to sit por the fire.

In his hand were letters.Letters from the woman he was in amor with.But lets start from the beginng.
Harry was on his way to see Ginny.He always felt he loved her but every time they kissed o huged.It just didnt feel right.Voldimort...

In seven days, God created the world. And in seven seconds, I shattered mine.My name is Andrea but tu can call me Andie.Im a 6th año in Hogwarts and im..well how do I describe myself.I guess there isnt a way to really.I grew up like a princess,and hated it.My mother never understode the fact that im not girly.She always wanted her well mannered,beautiful,intellagent daughter.I was many things..ok I was smart..but well mannered?Beautiful?Not in the least.Or atleast I didnt think so.My friends always told me how pretty I was but I never belived them.I was in to sports and video games.I ate...

Delicate Lips

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From the first time Isabella saw Bellatrix she knew things wouldn't be quite the same. The night was still young and Isabella was still escritura a letter por the soft glow of a candle. She put down the quill (her letter being at its end) and carried...

in which A is a slightly tipsy James,
B is the bright idea of going trineo and
C is some ridiculously adorable fluff.

You're sitting in the Gryffindor common room, something tu do quite often on Saturday afternoons, and attempting very diligently to do your homework while simultaneously watching the Marauders, well, be Marauders – an activity which tends to be quite loud and, if Sirius is in the room, slightly graphic at times, and therefore very distracting from homework, even if dicho homework is a most interesting Charms essay. You'll turn your head down, scribble down a few words, and...

((Happy Mother's Day! Just a little drabble in honor of the day. tu might want to grab some tissues))


Hailey Potter was no ordinary girl. She was a witch, and twin sister to the most famous wizard of all time. dicho wizard was right siguiente to her, their father's old Invisibility capa spread across their laps.
"I wonder why Dumbledore gave the capa to me," Harry asked, running his hand across the fabric.
"Probably because you're the oldest," Hailey answered, looking down at her hands.
"Nah, that's not likely. You're the más sensible one."
"I'm not más sensible, I just pick my own fights."
"Wish...

((Just a quick note. This takes place in late July, right about when the twins turn 18. Everything is as it happened in the series.))



Hailey Potter paused in the midst of escritura a letter. She was responding, yet again, to a curious reporter from the "Daily Prophet" wanting to hear about Harry's adventures.
Setting down her quill, she listened to the sounds coming from upstairs. She thought to herself while looking up at the ceiling.
Harry had never been quite the same after the battle. She and Ginny had tried getting him to open up, but that only made it worse. He'd even stopped playing Quidditch....

You're walking down the draughty corridors in silence, but it isn't exactly an awkward one... más like loaded. tu can feel him walking siguiente to you, back straight, staring adelante, hacia adelante in a way that seems almost forced. tu can feel him, but tu can't see him, because tu too are keeping your gaze fixed on a point somewhere far in front of you, and when that fails, determinedly looking anywhere but at him. You're still somewhat mad at him, and you're quite sure that he's mad at tu (because he has every right to be) but the pair of tu are Head Students, so tu have to patrol, whether tu want...

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