“Mr Malfoy! Mr Malfoy!” “What it is now, you know I’m beginning to grow sick at the sight of you?” “I have something that belongs to you” *Hands over the diary* “I don’t know what you’re talking about Potter, I’ve never seen this book in my life.” “Oh I think you have Mr Malfoy. I think you snuck Tom Riddles diary into Ginny Weasley’s cauldron, that day in F...
public awareness/warning/never wrote one of these before. I am making no money from this and all rights are reserved to JK as I am piggybacking off her characters and universe. also to note that all characters are over the age of 18 and that everything follows cannon up until the start of book up until book 5. this means that Hogwarts starts at 15. (this pub...
In the halls of Hogwarts, many recently matured witches and wizards find themselves in the prime position of being surrounded by those who arouse them, while having nearly unlimited access to the best of the world’s magical knowledge at their fingertips. Who would blame these miscreant students for trying a curse or a charm to improve their love life? Even p...
Muemen opened his eyes and lay enjoying the familiar and constant roll of the sea. The hazy gray light of early dawn seeped into his dark cabin through the cracks and edges of the door and thin brown curtains of the lone, paneless window. He rolled from his hammock and stretched his stiff muscles, scrounged through his bare pantry for a quick breakfast of bl...
„Das kann nicht wahr sein!“, dachte sich Hermine. Nicht, dass es schon unerhört genug gewesen wäre, wie mit der armen Winky umgegangen wurde. Herauszufinden, dass auch Hogwarts Hauselfen hatte, war zu viel für Hermine. Bei dem Gedanken, dass sie Jahre lang Essen gegessen hatte, welches dem ungeheuren Halten von Sklaven zu verdanken war, ließ ihr schlecht wer...
It was an unseasonably warm New Year's Eve for Chicago: 60 degrees, t-shirt weather for the natives. I had just left a dinner with my group of friends to head to a party in a neighboring suburb to which my friend James had invited me. Over the course of our winter break, sexual tension had been climbing between us but I still wasn't sure I wanted something t...
Author's Note: My spiritual mother, Colonel Marina Raskova, founder of 588th Night Bomber Regiment -- what the Germans in WW2 called "Die Nachthexen," the "Night Witches" -- once asked me, "what is the purpose of prose if not poetry?" She delighted in French Avant-garde theater, Dada art, surrealistic verse, and so do I. If stream of consciousness bores you,...
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Cindy sighed as she shut the door behind her. She could almost scream. She had been hoping that Mark would be different. He had seemed so sweet and understanding. Cindy kicked off her shoes angrily, sending one flying into a rather alarmed Mr. Tibbles. The fat calico scattered away in a dash, realizing this was not the most opportune time to be begging for...
Authors Note: Thank you to everyone left comments or sent me feedback about the resumption of the story. I appreciate it all greatly. I am incredibly grateful to my new proof reader blunajana who offered to help me and has done an amazing job. I hope you enjoy this chapter. ~ellie ***** Charles and Josh had taken Nik home to the farm the following day. By...