It been a long año at Hogwarts. The War had begun and Voldemort is out looking for Harry Potter to kill. My name? Lydia Black, a Hufflepuff in her 5th year. My friends are Corabeth Mab, a Ravenclaw and Jo Glass, a Gryffindor. We met in our 2nd year, during our first Charms class together. We will tell tu how it happened. Here it goes.

"Lyds! Lyds! Where are tu going?" Bonnie cried. I looked back. I have been tracking down Jo and Mab. I can't find them. "Bonnie, I'm going to the Forbidden Forest! I'll be back. Keep fighting! Remember what Professor Black said!" I yelled. Almost 2 hours at...

I heard voices....

Loud voices....

I groaned...

As I woke up, I realized I was in the Hospital Wing and everyone I knew was here. "Look, she is waking up!" someone said. People were talking again. I looked down, I noticed that I have no camisa, camiseta on (Thank the wizarding God that I have my sports bra on) and my torso was cover in bloody bandages. I have a major headache and I slumped my head back on the pillow. "What happened?" I asked, in a hoarsed voice. "We don't know. I found tu covered in blood at the Dining Hall," dicho Draco with white stains STILL on his shirt. I was still digusted that the...

Author’s note:
There are better stories than Harry Potter, namely the story between ourselves and God, and the battle that Satan has lost when jesús died on the cruzar, cruz for us. It’s truly an epic, amazing, and downright honest tale, it’s truth adding to its awesomeness and glory.
I start off with this statement because when I first created the Snape account, I did not realize this. Harry Potter was—and is, frankly, still—awesome. I amor Harry Potter. I amor all the amazing characters, each full of depths, loves, hates, and dreams. I amor the complexity of Hogwarts, the engrossment we...

Dear SFAF,

I am retiring from writing. It has been fun and tu guys enjoyed what I write, but my imagination seems to run low. I have no más ideas to put into stories. Another reason I have to stop is because I am soon to get a job (it's my first job) and I am waiting to get a call back. Soon as I get it, I'd be working on the weekends and I wouldn't have the time to write.

I enjoyed escritura for tu guys and I amor hearing what tu guys say about them. It breaks my corazón to tell tu this. But it has been dicho and done. I am keeping my anterior stories up so tu guys can still enjoy them because...

This is for Snape96 who picked scary legends. I made this one as a poem.

If tu pick a type of horror story, I'll do a shout out. If tu haven't, here's a link:

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Nieghbors heard a scream
From Mary's house,
Which has always been quiet
Since she came.

They called the police
And they searched.
They found Mary,
Who was hung por a frame.

Mary got killed.
She knew who did it.
Came back as a demon.
Haunted this man's dreams.

He woke up every night,
With her at the end of the bed.
Warned him to stop
His nasty deeds.

He would have deep scratches
On his back.
Horrid things came to his mind.
Became...

    The siguiente morning, after a considerable amount of fighting, and Snape almost getting a black eye, James had been the one to ride the thestral.
    “Can tu even see this thing?”
    “Yeah.” James replied. “Only a people who saw someone die, right?”
    “Right.” Snape walked alongside, looking around through the path.
    “Well, tu obviously can too.”
    “Yeah…”
    The conversation about death grew very tiring, as their own impending...

    “You loved her, didn’t you?” James asked, his eyelids heavy as he buried himself in the frozen grass.
    Severus snickered. “What’s love?” And, very slowly, the snow began to fall, ready to kill the trees and keep the boys from sleeping.

    It was unreal. It took a very long time as both boys sat on their bed, refusing to look at each other, as reality sunk into their hearts.
    They had switched bodies.
    However, it is nearly impossible to stay shocked for too long, and James...

This chapter goes to everyone who gave the dedication, amor and support for this fan fiction.

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It was time for the Annual Yule Ball. I put my dress on and look in the mirror. The dress is beautifully beaded in a Celtic diseño and made out of satan silk of a blue colour. I let my long, black hair down. I left the Common Rommon with Ellie and Bonnie. When we made it where the Ball is located, Ellie and Bonnie went with their dates. I looked down the stairway. Donnie was at the very bottom, waiting for me to come...

"Harry Potter: "Albus Severus, tu were named for two headmasters of Hogwarts. One of them was a Slytherin and he was probably the bravest man I ever knew."

Harry Potter calls Severus the bravest man he ever knew. I can understand why he say this but what about the others who fought in the war. Yes Severus went was a double agent, yes he loved Lily and protected her son, and yes he gave his life like many before him. But I think Harry was the bravest and I bet even his children and the wizarding world will agree with me.

Harry spend his whole live battleing Voldemort, his relatives, Snape, bullys,...

First of this is my opinion and I really do not care if tu agree with it o not.

Snape's worst memory: "This will liven tu up, Padfoot," dicho James quietly. "Look who it is..."
"Excellent," he dicho softly. "Snivellus."
Harry turned to see what Sirius was looking at.
Snape was on his feet again, and was stowing the O.W.L. paper in his bag. As he emerged from the shadows of the bushes and set off across the grass, Sirius and James stood up. Lupin and Wormtail remained sitting: Lupin was still staring down at his book, though his eyes were not moving and a faint frown line had appeared between...

hola Lani!
That's Right I'm you're secret Santa!!!
I'm really really really really really sorry I didn't make tu a Photoshoped dramione o Druna pic o a fanvid...so I wrote this dramione fanfic for tu instead!!
I hope tu enjoy it just the same!
It's a little sequel to 'A shoulder to cry on' tu could say it's a segundo part.
And it's From Draco's PoV.
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I just sat there staring at the dark night sky from one of the corridors' windows,when I heard the sound of heels tapping on the stone floor. Their sound getting closer...

    “That’s it. I’m leaving FanPop. I can’t stand everyone being so rude!”
    “Calm down, Severus.”
    “Find your peace, brother.”
    “Whatever.”
    “Honestly. I’m really leaving.”
    “Maybe… maybe tu just need a break from them.”
    “You need time to relax.”
    “Blah blah blah…”
    “Alright. I suppose… I suppose I’ll miss them if I’m gone, but I do need to take...

All three of the following stories are entirely true. All three happened in the summer on a very hot day. All three happened in my family. Coincidence? Maybe. Read on and FIND out!

Some years hace now, I was camping with my family. My grandparents have a huge 40-foot motorhome. On the motorhome, the awning retracts automatically in high wind. Now, this día I'm talking about was boiling hot, like 90 o above. The air conditioning on the motorhome was running. There was a big puddle of water just sitting in the awning. If you're laughing now, tu can already see where this is going.
Well, my mom...