Creation of your choice

Okay i cut out over 600 words from this to meet the length, and im still 3 words over, so i give up :D amy said three words wont matter, anyway



Sirius Black looked around realizing he was at a camp, looking around he saw two girls, running.
“RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!” one brunette yelled.
“BACKPACKS ARE TAKING OVER!!!” the other yelled.
“Really?” Sirius asked.
“YES!” cried the first.
“Who are you?” asked the second.
“ Sirius,” He said.
“Amber,” said the first
“Merranda,” the second announced.
“Now how do ya know this about the backpacks?” Sirius asked.
“Well that one talked,” Amber pointed to a baby blue & black backpack.
“How come no one else is helping?” Sirius asked.
“We told one guy and he laughed then left,” Amber answered.
“ His voice came out from the backpack, meaning he’s a traitor like Wormtail, meaning Wormtail and Voldermort are here, meaning LILY EVANS AND JAMES POTTER ARE GONNA DIE!!” Merranda yelled.
“first we need to get the leader gone,” Sirius said with a plan.
“That would be that backpack,” Amber said pointing out a baby blue and black backpack.
“I GOT IT!!!” Sirius yelled.
“What?” asked Amber.
“We’ve gotta go through the backpack to finds its allies,” Sirius said.
They grabbed the backpack, and ran behind canteen.
looking through some items they discovered that the allies included pens, money, notebooks and Ids.
Everything was good, until Amber found something.
“NOOOO!!!” Amber yelled.
“What?” Sirius & Merranda asked together.
“SPRITE AND SKITTLES ARE ALLIES!!!” she yelled.
“Eat them,” Merranda suggested.
“Okay,” Amber replied, obeying.
They decided way to kill the leader was to drown it, heading down to the lake they threw it in.
Then all was dark.
“We need light!” Amber said.
“Why?” Narrator asked.
“Because we need to see,” Merranda said.
“Why?” Narrator asked.
“PUT US BACK!” Sirius yelled.
“Okay,” Narrator answered. “Now where were we?”
Almost in slow motion they watched as the backpack rose to the top of the water
They screamed loudly.
“Sirius scream louder!” said Narrator.
“Or what? What ya gonna do? Kick me out?” Sirius asked.
“Don’t make me do this,” Narrator warned.
“Do what?” Sirius asked.
Then, Darth Vader walked in, music and all “Sirius I’m your twin.”
“NOOOOOO!!!!” Sirius yelled.
“Thanks, Darth.” Narrator said.
“No problem, ” Darth Vader said leaving.
“What do we do?” Sirius asked.
“There has to be something,” Merranda said.
“What?” Sirius questioned.
“Use logic!” Merranda said. “RUN!”
All three ran up the hill.
“WE’RE SURROUNDED!” Sirius yelled.
“No we’re not! Look theres an opening!” Amber cried pointing to an opening.
They ran the way they had come from, but Merranda started to slow.
“HURRY!” Amber yelled
“I can’t” Merranda said & she was lost.
“Keep moving,” Sirius warned.
“Must have food,” Amber panted. “Oh look Skittles.”
“No, don’t” Sirius warned, but it was to late, he ran to the dock.
*McGonagall’s classroom*
Everyone watched Sirius yell and trash in his sleep.
“DON’T KILL ME!” Sirius yelled.
“Mr. Black,” McGonagall snapped.
“I’M TO SEXY TO DIE! TAKE DARTH INSTEAD!” Sirius screamed.
“MR. BALCK!” McGonagall yelled.
Sirius shot up, “Run for your lives!”
“Don’t sleep in my class!” McGonagall said.


-End-

This is part of a story I've been dreaming up... hope you like it!

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Nobody knows how hard it is. How many hours it takes, to get everything right, every hair in place, makeup un-smudged, just looking perfect. I mean, I spend a few hours in the morning just getting ready, just to live up to the little people's expectations. Because apparently they need somone to look up to, or someone to hate. All the movies have one of those people, and as we all know, life always has to imitate art.

And then I have to live up to my parents' expectations, too. Get good grades, make friends, do well in sports. Go to this drama camp, go to those voice lessons. Sometimes, most of the pressure comes from them. I am one of the top students in my class. I have a beautiful voice, honed over years of training and musical theater, because of course I need to know how to act, too. I made the varsity soccer and lacrosse teams in my freshman year of highschool. And for some reason, my parents keep pushing, keep making me "try new things" when I'm happy with the things I have.

My friends.... I'm not sure about my friends. Friends are like purses or shoes- one minute they're in style, the next minute, they're talking behind your back or ditching you for somone "cooler." Alright, in that way they aren't much like purses, but you see what I mean, I hope. I used to have a really good friend, who was there for me whenever I needed someone to celebrate with, or when I just needed a shoulder to cry on. When she moved away, I hid the pain with a hard, smooth, unbreakable shell. I made new "friends", but they were the typical "Mean Girls"- fun, party girls who were just friends or hang-ons to be cool. I try to look out for them, but who knows? Maybe my whole social circle is made up of people like that.

Movies make their lives seem wonderful- lots of money, great hair, great car, hot boyfriend, many friends, and with no apparent effort to maintain those things. Movies spread the wrong message. Sure, I may have great hair, but I spend hours styling it and sometimes it looks horrible. I'm not rich, I don't have the tons of money people assume I have. Not all of those people are like that. Guys are intimidated by me, and it hurts when they use me. I have a boyfriend that I love, but he doesn't seem to share the feeling. As for the effort? I barely have time for myself anymore- it's always this charity event, or that party at so-and-so's house. As you can see, it's hard work.

And still... I am almost discriminated against. The little people have no idea, no idea how much work takes place under the surface of this beautiful face. I hear rumors spread, and unfair and untrue rumors, at that. And so, Dear Diary, that is why I am unhappy today. No one understands that even though being at the bottom of the social ladder can be hard, being popular is just as tough.

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and there it is! I hope it's under 600 words... if not, then whoops! lol

I am God. You want to be me or date me. Any guess as to who you’re talking to yet? That’s right I am the great Draco Malfoy. The one and only. Silky white hair and icy blue eyes that could make girls knees weaken by just a quick glance. When I walk into a room it falls silent for my entry. So why is the room in complete chaos? Why is no one stomping to admire me? The answer…. Harry Potter.

“Harry you fool the assignment was to transfigure the computer into a purple hippo! Not a purple hippo with pink polka dots!” Mudblood Granger yelled. “RON! Yours is yellow!”

“Granger what are your boyfriends doing in our common room?” I said casually walking into he heads common room where two hippos sat along with three annoying Gryffindor”

“Don’t worry Malfoy. I’m not dating the hippos.” Granger smirked as Potter and weasel growled. I’ve been teaching her well. Her smirks getting almost as good as mine. Almost.

“Harry your pink hippos looking a little funny.” Weasel said and before we knew it the hippo had transformed itself into the beautiful blonde we all love, Jessica Riddle.

“Hey Jess.” I said walking over and hugging her ignoring the look Hermi- Granger was giving me.

“Hey Draco.” She said hugging me then moving on to greet the others. “Hey Harry, Ron, Mione. Sorry Harry I couldn’t resist; the temptation to be your hippo was overwhelming!” She said giggling.

Potter blushed and Hermione growled at her. I mean GRANGER.

“Hey guys I think we need to scurry on out of here. I'll help with your homework.” Jessica said reading my mind. Potter and Weasel nodded and followed her out. She’s equally as great as me in the god department.

Hermione (thank the dark lord I can actually call her that in my thoughts now!) looked at me and grumbled pouting her lip out.

“Aww baby what’s wrong?” I said huggeling her. We have been dating in secret for a few weeks now.

“She was flirting with you,” She grumbled, “and you weren’t stopping her!”

“Mione, she hugged me… How is that flirting?” I asked raising an eyebrow at her and smirking.

“I...I don’t know I just,” She paused and sighed.

“You were jealous.” I teased her, and watched her cheeks turn pink.

“Fine I was jealous I admit it.” She sighed.

“Hermione I’ll never get tired of reminding you that you’re the one I love.” I said before gently kissing her.

Here is mine, I hope it's 12+ lol

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It was a dark and cold night. A black night. It was the horrors night. All those who lived it could have said it. Every houses, even the most warm and welcoming ones, looked haunted. The trees were stripped from their leaves, looking like tall corpse with cracking branches, like a skeleton. The stars and the moon, from which the view was usually so comforting, looked pale, without any shine in them. Disappearing in a black ink sky. And when they were hidden by big black clouds, which were so fluffy and pure during the day, the world seemed to get to its end. Little children were trembling under their quilts, their eyes wide open, like an owl looking for its prey. But their eyes were filled with terror. It was the night when anything could happen.

The biggest house of the town, shining white, looked like a ghost. All the candle lights were blown away by the wind, making all the rooms look scary and dark, except one. The red and shaking gleam of the candle was throwing weird shadows on the wall, and its occupant, beautiful in her sadness, was standing on the balcony.

Her hair floating in the wind, she was dreaming. The effect of her white dress on her ivory skin was almost breath-taking, and the contrast between her ebony black hair and pale blue eyes was making her even more beautiful. Lost in her thought, her eyes were lost in the distance. And while she was thinking about her lost love, far away on another continent, torn away from her by the agitated sea, a shadow was growing in the dark, coming closer to her, floating, as if its feet didn't touch the ground. He climbed the wall with an animal agility and slowly came closer to her.

He lowered his head so that his mouth would come closer to her ear and whispered something. The beautiful girl, looking hypnotized, listened the the words and closed her eyes. His face, as white as chalk, had probably never known sun light. Slowly, very slowly, he caressed her neck with his icy cold hand and soon, his mouth followed his fingers. He slowly opened his mouth, his long teeth shining in the dark, and lowered his head even more. Then, suddenly, he disappeared.

The sun rose from behind the hills and a few hours later, the beautiful lady was found. A veil was covered her opened eyes. Her face had the colour of death. Her dress, covered with blood, was falling apart. She was bathing in her own life source... two small holes were piercing her white troath. She was dead.

(Its a couple words off. Sorry Elfie XD I wanted to end it somewhere else, until after the Wise Woman told her story, as I like that part best, as it explains everything, but 500 words wasn't enough. Ah well. Hope you enjoy.)

Them and Us

They’re coming. Screams echoed in the distance. We can’t fight them. Monsters. That’s what they are, or at least that’s what I’ve heard. I’ve got to stop them… stop this madness, but how? Their battle gear, it’s so outlandish, so complex. How do we compete? Our homes are falling, crumbling. What will I do? My mind is swimming. I must see the Wise Woman. She sees… she knows. Maybe she’ll know what to do.

The monster’s eyes hurt. They may appear to look like us, but those eyes… Their red eyes burn in your soul. The watery blue send a wave of cold so chilling that it feels as if your whole body is made of stone. But out of all these the most horrible eyes must have been the fading ones… the ones that almost weren’t there at all. No force seems to be pulling them, as if they’re drifting, just drifting, with no true purpose to their actions. Every time those orbs reach mine, it feels as if I’m falling; falling to this deep dark abyss with no end or way to get out. I hope the Wise Woman is still alive. She is very old and has been with us since the beginning of life on this planet.

There are so many questions unanswered. Luckily I’m almost there. This street I’m on used to be so beautiful and green. Now it’s only ash and smoke. How will we ever survive this war?

“Get inside, get inside,” An elderly woman said shoving me into a house.

“I need to see-“

“The Wise Woman. I know, I am she and was expecting you. It’d be best not to dawdle, as I’m quite busy at the moment. Many people need me,”

“This isn’t your house. It’s down there a ways,” I said looking at her. Her face was dark ebony. It was wrinkled with time and hardships and her peppery hair was set atop her head in a tight bun. She seemed a bit on edge, but looking at her I noticed despite her age she didn’t look fragile at all. She seemed as if the world was on her shoulders and she was used to it.

“My house broke down,” She answered quickly and simply. “Now it’s time to begin. You need to know how to stop this war… stop it from destroying both races,”

“Yes I do,” I didn’t question her or tell her I was just a kid. I didn’t think about it. Not yet. Not now. I was young. At the time I was wondering if I’d be some sort of hero. Would I be someone everyone remembered, like from the fairy tales you read? Would everyone look and say ‘That kid saved humanity!’ No I was stupid. So I listened to the Wise Woman. I heard her story of how our race made a horrible choice… But at the same time I didn’t understand. The other race still seemed evil and twisted.

The killed all, they just appeared and killed women and children. It pains me to find out how wrong I truly was and to stop both our races from collapsing, I wouldn’t be able to fight anybody, I couldn’t just kill a thousand people and expect the other team to give up. I had to make these two races that hated each other… to reunite and form a unified nation.

Well this is my self expression. Based on a long poem i wrote, the format is meant to be jutted and confusing. So don't mark me down!
This is an exploration of different writing, just because it is not entirely nice and the same as the others doesn't mean it isn't creative writing.
Yun

This mask.

You know. I hide beneath this mask forever; I have never once pulled it off. You never see my face, you never will.

For underneath, I am dank and dark. Dusty from happiness, from smiling. I’d swear my mouth never opens, I am forgotten. I do not speak.

For once when I smile, you take it away. With all your perfection, with your entire fissure. You destroy me, you destroy my path. For once I want to be you, just you.

Can you believe I am me underneath this mask? Just me, not me? This mask hides me, this masks covers me. Save me, rescue me.

Throw me a safety line, don’t let me slip. I hold onto you, to you. Don’t let me fall into the dark abyss. Don’t let me fall, don’t let me slip. I hold onto you, to you.

You are my safety line; if I fall I’ll be gone forever once more.

This time I can’t escape, this time I won’t be saved.

You are all I see, you are what I want. If I can’t have you, I’m gone.

A darkness eats me in my chest, my heart. For when it is finished, I’ll be nothing, I’ll be shreds.

For now I am in pieces, for now. That’s what I’ve become.

With the bright burning sun rising across the crimson coloured sky, people stopped and looked up. A shiver ran down the spine of every living person as a soft summer breeze lifted the hair from the shoulders of women, tugged at the hair of men and placed a protective hand on the heads of babes. A wave of loss and sadness wove its way around everyone’s hearts.

The moment of great sadness and loss passed and the world continued as normal. Except for one girl. Her long waist length, auburn hair was tied tightly in a ponytail as her pale face and lifeless blue eyes followed the funeral procession. Her heart felt like a dead weight in her chest as it drummed out its immortal beat.

“Talitha,” spoke a soft frail voice. The girl looked up and found the devastated chocolate brown eyes which were oh so familiar to her heart. “Sit with us.”

Talitha could not speak, her voice was gone, she simply nodded her head and followed the fragile looking woman into the church, walking slowly behind the coffin. This was her worst nightmare, yet her biggest dream had just been achieved. She was apart of a family, a family who looked upon her as a daughter, something she had never known. Yet here she was, saying goodbye to her best friend, a boy who had shown her life, who had loved her like a sister.

It was going by in a whirl wind of memories and sadness, grief rocked the small church. The vicar, dressed in his cleanest robes, spoke slowly, telling stories as if he had known the deceased personally. Talitha snapped out of her daze and stood up. The vicar fell silent as she walked to the coffin and placed a shaking hand on to its shining cheery wood

“Look at us,” said Talitha as she stared at everyone around her, all eyes were upon her and she had to speak. “We knew Jacob best and yet this worm of a vicar is speaking, telling our stories as if he knew Jacob! Our friend, brother, son, nephew, cousin, grandson, lover … Is not in this coffin. He’s in here,” she added as she placed a hand over her heart. “Who here remembers Jacob for the boy he was? The boy who had that gentle touch, his need to help others, his words of kindness and wisdom? Because that’s how I remember him.”

Talitha looked up at the teary eyes of the mourners. She couldn’t take it anymore. Running with her heart in her mouth she fell through the doors of the church and out into the cemetery. The cold air blasted her full force in the face as she looked up at the sky and the blossom dancing in the trees.

“Lord, have mercy on me,” she cried in a whisper as she moved through the yard, passing graves of loved ones long since passed.

Alright, my essay might seem a little strange, but I had to write it for my creative writing class at school, so I decided to also enter it here.

Respect and responsibility are the foundation of our world. These two virtues are the glue that holds the world together. When we judge each other or act irresponsibly, the glue becomes weak and the “pieces” of our world start to break apart. One of us forgetting to follow these virtues hurts the entire world. That is why it is so important for our generation to know how to use “glue sticks”.


Respecting someone is treating him or her as a valuable person. Every single human being deserves the same amount of respect. Most of the time it is easy to respect the people who respect you, but sometimes it can be difficult to show respect for people who seem different.

If you can’t explain why someone is so different, or always seems to act rude, it is hard to want to and understand why you should respect them. Get out your glue stick! When this happens, think about the possibility, that the other person might not understand your ways and think you are really different too.

When people don’t show you respect, you tend to want to show disrespect to them. Instead, you should try to “kill ‘em with kindness”. When someone shows you disrespect, you can act extremely nice and respectful. That shows the person that there is really no point in disrespecting you. They are just hurting themselves and it does not seem to bother you.

It is also important to have respect for yourself. Get out your glue stick! If you want respect from someone, you need to have respect for him or her, as well as respect for yourself. If you have respect for yourself, you will know when you deserve more respect, and you will be able to stand up for yourself.

Picture a world where no one keeps their promises, everyone does whatever they want, and no one cares about the consequences of the decisions they make. We can’t let that happen to our world. Get out your glue stick! Everyone must be responsibile for his or her own actions.

Responsibility is a huge part of our lives. If people did whatever they wanted, made whatever decisions they wanted to make, and did not care about anything, the world would fall apart. That’s why we have laws to keep the “glue” fresh and sticky. Get out your glue stick! That’s why we need people to be responsible.

More respect and responsibility in this world would cause less fighting and more peace. There are many ways of showing respect and responsibility, just like there are many types of glue (Elmers glue, ceramic glue, wood glue, glitter glue, tacky glue, and cement glue).

When there is a problem in the world, we should all join together to help apply our glue and paste the broken pieces back together. So how can you use your glue to help out?

What if you became a sim? How would you feel?

Laura, like any other thirteen year old, loved her computer and anything about it. But the thing she loved most was the Sims. She had bought everything to do with the Sims, the Sims 2 game, the Sims 2 expansion packs, the Sims 2 accessories everything. She spent every hour of the day playing it, unless she was at school, eating or sleeping.

One of her male Sims had just given birth to an alien baby when she suddenly felt tired. Her head went dizzy, the room span. She collapsed on her keyboard.

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It seemed like hours she was blacked out, but when she woke up she found herself in a soft bed. Opening her eyes she saw she was not at her computer anymore. Sleepily she swung her legs round and out of bed. She stood up and had the incredible urge to go to the toilet. Her eyes started to clear, and she realised this isn’t my house! She tried to pull away from the force that was pushing her towards the door of what must have been the bathroom, but it was too strong! She was forced into the small blue room. As she sat down on the toilet a large blur came over her, what the?. Getting up off the toilet she moved over to the shower, she span round and her clothes fell off. She stepped into the shower and her arms started to rub on her hair, without her controlling it. It was then she realised, she was in the Sims! this can’t be happening. Laura called out to her mum, her dad, her sister, anyone! But all that came out of her mouth was Sims gibberish,

“Wazzeb, wuuboo, ehbuckoshe!” Panicking she fought against the force that was the controller of the game and ran to the computer. She wrote and email to her sisters email address and sent it, trying to send another she was forced off the computer chair and downstairs into the front garden. Random people were there looking impatient, she was forced to talk to a disgusting old man, she greeted him by shaking his hands, he then wolf whistled at Laura and hearts flew off him. Laura felt sick, this was an old man! He was years older then her! But she found herself reacting by checking him out! no stop it! she thought, a bubble appeared above her head with a picture of the man with a red line through it. Whoever was playing her got the picture and made Laura insult the old man. Laura the ran away while the old man started to cry!

She felt the horrible feeling of wind and spun round, only to stop and find herself in the ugliest bikini ever! Now inside the swimming pool she started to swim, her energy levels decreasing. The steps disappeared, no she thought, she new all to well what was happening, she had done it millions of times before no not this! Where’s the steps? Don’t kill me! NO!

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“Laura? Laura darling are you ok?” Laura woke with a start, her head throbbed, she found herself on the floor, she saw the Sims game and screamed,

“It’s evil that game! The person killed me, it was horrible!”

“Who killed you? What are you talking about?” Her mum looked worried, “Maybe a nice sleep will help you?”

“I think it will.” She took one last look at the Sims on her screen , they seemed to be smirking! She shuddered.

(N.B I know it seems a bit rushed but I had to fit everything in that I wanted to.)

Bah. Not my greatest work but its all I've been thinking about all day.




She’s the girl everyone sees. Everyone has an opinion about her. They love her, they hate her, they want to be her. Every morning, she cakes on her makeup and walks out into her world that admires her. She is in the spotlight.
Her heels click down the sidewalk, drawing attention to her beauty. Her eyes stare clear ahead as she holds her head up proudly. But this girl is screaming inside. She is misunderstood.
She has a life that was handed to her. But the praise is never enough. She doesn’t want to be fake any longer, but to be rejected is a million times worse. She loves the way people look at her. But she wants them to see her, and not her appearance. She is confused.
Her hair has been dyed four different colors. Her contacts make her eyes look gorgeous. Her figure came from months and months of barely eating. Her best friend is only there to make something of herself. Her boyfriend is there to show her off to his friends. She’s the girlfriend of a singer who sings his songs about her. She is inspiration. She is used.
The world for her seems so simple in other’s eyes. But her life is as hard as anyone else’s. She wants to tell her story, but knows no one would listen. She’s the future Heidi Klum and not expected to do anything more. At night, the tears fall down her cheeks as mascara races after them. She is miserable.
And still, her smile remains. It’s her duty to be beautiful. It’s her duty to set an example. She’s the girl almost every girl wants to be. She’s on the cover of her boyfriend’s record album. Everyone buys it because she’s beautiful. She is loved.
The day ends and she’s in the bathroom. The razor blade glides across her skin. Her crimson blood spills out and she cries again in pain. Her life is never simple. But tomorrow it will be fine again. She is lonely.

This is an excerpt from a one-shot about the night Lily and James died...

“Come on, now, sweetheart. Don’t cry.” Lily Potter bent over the crib of her baby son. She picked him up and put him against her shoulder, patting him gently. Harry’s black hair contrasted sharply with the dark red falls cascading down her shoulders, and his eyes were a blue-green, their colour still changing. He had all of James’ features, except for the eyes. James often told her that he hoped they would turn a brilliant green, like hers.

Now Harry stopped crying and Lily put him on her hip as she moved through the house. She had gotten rather good at cooking spells over the past year, but she seemed to have developed some sort of mental block against cleaning charms. She wasn’t particularly worried about that, though—she was fairly confident she would get the hang of them eventually.

She fastened Harry into his high chair and emptied a jar of applesauce into a small dish. When she placed it in front of Harry, he smiled up at her, waving his fists. “Mama!” he said, staring up at her with large, intelligent eyes.

“Yes, I’m your mama, cutie.” Lily’s voice was gentle, almost wondering. “And you’re my beautiful darling,” she told him, kissing his full, soft face. Harry was just so perfect, and she thought to herself for the millionth time about how lucky she was.

Harry reached impatiently into the dish and clenched gooey applesauce in his fist. He stared curiously at his wet hand, then aimed it in the general direction of his mouth. Lily grinned when half of it ended up being smeared all over his left cheek. Then they took turns, Lily feeding him a spoonful first and then letting him grab some on his own.

He giggled once, and Lily couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s so funny, you little cutie?” It seemed nowadays that Harry and James were the only ones who could still make her laugh.

When Harry finished eating, she wiped his face and hands with a Scower’s All-Purpose Cloth Mess Remover, then placed him on the floor and watched him toddle away. He had learned to walk just two weeks before, and now he barely ever crawled. She followed him to his room and watched as he pulled a toy cauldron and potion ingredients from his toy box. He then busied himself with repeatedly filling and emptying the cauldron.

Lily knew that he could entertain himself this way for hours, and reasoned that she could leave him alone for twenty minutes or so. The room was magically child-proofed, and she placed a ward on the doorway to prevent him from leaving. His room was right across from the top of the stairs, so she would hear him immediately if he cried. Thus assured, she headed down to the living room to tidy up a bit.

Love of a Vampire

Woods of Blood & Fang

Nina knocked hard on the door banging loudly with her fist. She toyed with the idea of blasting the door down but knew that Kendal would give her a long lecture for using her wand again.
Nina amused her self but playing with the doorknob that wouldn't open for her. She knocked again hopping that the clap of her fist would finally reach his ears.
She pulled out her wand ready to blast the door apart when it finally opened.

Kendal opened the door wearing briefs and his hair rumpled, he held a muggle girl on his arm who was toying with a wine glass. Nina knew she was muggle at the sight of her 'Victoria Secrets' bra and underwear.

Kendal shook off the girl and glared at Nina's wand. A loud voice, silent to all around her, rang in Nina's head. "A wand you brought your wand and showed it to this muggle!"

Nina shouted silently back "Kendal just use your stupid wand already and stop pretending wands are such bad things!"

She pulled back her teeth in a snarl and with her wand shot some clothes on to him.

"Hey! We weren't finished." The muggle girl wined.

Nina shot some clothes on to the girl too. " I enjoy a chase girl so run." She whispered. Pulling back her lips to show enlargating fangs. Nina's eyes glowed hot red as she started to count to ten.

The muggle girl ran and Nina chased after her. Nina hopped that the girl would give up chase, but halfed hoped that this would be a challenge. She heard the girl scream. And her heart screamed for the blood she would get from the grl.

The muggle tripped falling to the ground, and Nina came to tower over her. She flicked her wand again and the girl became beautiful. The muggle screamed again. As Nina knelt at her side.

She tried to back away but invisable bonds held her. Nina licked her prey down the side of her face. And spat as she tasted sweat.

"You have a choice," Nina whispered to the girl. "You can become like me or die. It's just a matter of choice..."

Nina then bit her in the neck letting the blood flow into her mouth. Between her legs she felt the heart stop of the dieing girl. She licked the last of the blood away, and she felt the heart pick up again.

"Wise choice," Nina lifted the girl to her feet.

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Harry heard the screams from his hiding spot among the trees. He wanted to rush forward and kill the beast doing this. He ran forward just in time to see the long fangs of a Vampire rushing through the woods. Harry froze in fear, before running back to the Weasly's home

"Ron," Harry called into Freds and George's room. "Fred George, there are Vampires in the woods."

"You bet," Fred hopped off his bed shaking the other two from their deep sleep.

"How who'd you know," was Ron's sleepily reply.

"'cause I met them once." Fred said patting a spot beside him. Point Harry to sit down.

"Trust you to met a Vampire." Ron yawned.

"We did," Answered George, also yawning. "'Bout three years ago."

"George and I were doing testing on Vampire candy that day making our teeth long and pointy, with eyes blood red." Fred started.

"We dared eachother to go into the woods to see if we could find something out of the ordainary," George said.

"And we did," Fred continued. "We discovered a Vampire 'bout 16 leaning over a muggle body sucking up it's blood."

"She got up and asked us what we were doing there. I just nodded to the body and said samething you are I guess we just had the same prey. She pointed to a track we had just come along and said, 'There are some wizards up that was that i think you'll enjoy and left."

"Well," Harry said. "I think i saw the same one I was going to save this muggle girl when this Vampire's beauty stopped me."

"I didn't know that Vampires could be beautiful." Ron yawned again.

Hermione chose this time to come in the door. "Pretty pathetic story. Actually, I thought you and George could up with something better."

"It would have been better but this is the truth," Fred cried in protest.

"Fine," Hermione said waving her hand. "Anyway breakfast is on the table."

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This is a story i wrote for HPFF so i thought i would put it here.lol

That Green Dress

It’s old now, like me. It’s alone, tucked away at the very back of my wardrobe, hanging between a pair of boring black trousers and a garish tee-shirt I’ve not worn in years.

I remember the first time I saw that green dress. My Mother was throwing a ‘do for my Dad’s fiftieth birthday and she wanted to look nice for him. She spent the weeks leading up to the party locked in her sewing room. I can remember peeking around the door, wide-eyed as I saw the reams of green silk being turned into a masterpiece.

She was so proud of that dress, and rightly so – it was beautiful. A nipped in waist allowed the skirt to flow around her legs, and the V-neck gave just the subtlest glimpse of her décolletage. I remember thinking she was the prettiest person in the world, the first time I saw her wearing that dress, and I wanted to be just like her.

After Dad’s birthday party, the dress was put away in a box. I asked my Mother why she wanted to hide something so beautiful, and she told me that sometimes things needed to be hidden, but when they were needed they would reappear, as if by magic.

She was right. Ten years later, I met David. He was a friend of a friend, and he asked me to go to the pictures with him the very first time we were introduced. One date led to another and soon we were stepping out together. He whisked me off to dances every week, took me for dinner at fancy restaurants and lavished me with gifts. I was smitten. A year to the day after we’d met each other, he booked a table for us at the fanciest restaurant of them all.

My Mother was very excited. She was convinced he was going to propose to me, and I have to admit I thought that too. And so she brought out that green dress, pulling it carefully from the tissue she’d wrapped it in all those many years ago. It hadn’t dated, the classic style was still very much in fashion, and it fitted like a glove.

As I looked in the mirror, I remember feeling like the most beautiful woman in the world, and wondered if that was how my Mother had felt when she’d put it on for the very first time.

David proposed that night, and I said yes, of course. In the following weeks we planned and pontificated on the wedding, and the green dress was soon forgotten, folded into its tissue wrapping once more. It lay there for years, its box gathering dust in the loft, as David and I led the lives of a married couple. Of course there were times when things were difficult, but there were also times of joy – the birth of our daughter Catherine being one of them.

She was the one who brought the green dress back to life. On the eve of her twenty-first birthday, she found it and pulled it from its box with glee. She wore it to her birthday party, thirty-six years after its first outing at my Dad’s.

But now, now it hangs at the back of the wardrobe.

That beautiful green dress, hidden and out of sight.

Well below the word count, but I thought just a little perfect for this. The beginning of an unfinished story, written when I was 12... XD

It was a warm, cloudless night. Jennifer Riley looked calmly up at the starry sky, her soft brown hair flowing gently in the breeze. She looked down as something brushed past her leg. Drew the cat passed under the hammock, his shiny white fur brilliant silver on the grey-looking grass. Jennifer watched the animal go by before sighing and walking grudgingly back into the house. The lights shone their welcome, flooding her features. Bright kitchen walls made her already sparkling eyes more dazzling; soft pink lips enhanced the light rosy cheeks. Slender arms wrapped themselves around toned legs. Deeper than her outward appearance was her bubbly personality that could light up anyone’s day, not to mention that infectious smile. To any other person, she was beautiful. To any other person, Jennifer Riley was perfect.

To herself, she was torn up inside. What was a girl who led a perfect life was now a girl who had no one to look up to; no one who would help her through this time. Much had happened in her sixteen years of living, but there wasn’t one thing that compared to what had happened 2 weeks ago. Sure, she had been less than happy during the time before the incident. All that shouting and yelling she heard was enough to make anyone go crazy. All that she wished now was that she had done something about it sooner. Words could not describe the pain she felt ever since that fateful day. It was just over 2 weeks ago that Jennifer Riley, the perfect, fun-loving girl, found her parents dead.

The wind rustled the navy blue curtains and it entered a dark blue room. It swept past posters of singers, models, and football players that littered the walls. Rustling some papers on the light oak desk, revealed girls names and numbers placed on top as thought in a spot of pride. The air conditioner kicked on as cool air started blowing from the vent overhead, blending in with the natural wind that drifted through the window. Suddenly the door slammed open and let the wind and air escape into the dark hallway beyond.

A young teenager with tousled brown hair sulked into the room. He tossed an unopened shoebox onto the ground. The container hit the ground, bouncing the lid off as two plain tennis shoes spilled out of the top. His blue eyes flicked toward the shoes before mirroring the scowl on his face. He sat down at his desk and tried to study with his opened algebra book. His eyes continued to glance at the shoes in the corner and he slammed his book shut in distress.

Peter flopped onto his bed in despair. Suddenly his door opened as a flaming orange fur ball came flying at his face. He picked up his pillow in defense and the cat’s claws sunk into the pillow where his head had been just moments ago. Bright green eyes followed him warily and suddenly pounced onto his head. Its claws became tangled in his hair.

“Lily!!!” He bellowed as he fought with the ferocious feline.

Moments later he heard a loud “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming” as footsteps thundered up the stairs. His little sister burst into his room with a dramatic twirl. Her blond hair tied up in two lopsided pigtails, one side shorter then the other from an unfortunate incident with their mother’s sewing scissors. Chocolate frosting was still caked on her cheek, implying that she was busy raiding the cookie jar when her brother summoned her.

“Flufferson!” She cried out as she spotted her beloved orange tabby she found in their backyard earlier that week. Lily struggled to get the cat off her brother’s face, which was no easy feat for this cat was nearly half her size. Holding the cat tightly in her arms, she gave Peter a big gap tooth smile. “Sorry, Peter.”

“Just keep that thing out of my room.” He muttered as her started pulling cat hair off his blue polo shirt.

“Sure thing big bro,” She chirped. Her eyes rounded as she spotted the shiny white tennis shoes still in its box, in his closet. “Cool Peter! Mom and Dad bought you new shoes! I want new shoes.” She said enviously. “I want the pretty pink lacey one with stars and hearts that glows when I stomp.”

“You can’t even tie your shoes.”

“Then I’ll tape them up.” She simply replied. “But why didn’t you wear them to school today?”

Peter gave a loud sigh. “You won’t understand; you’re too young.”

“Well, then why don’t you tell me anyway, since I don’t understand, who would I tell?” Lily suggested with a sparkle in her eye.

Peter thought about it for a moment. “You’ve got a point there. I do need to rant a bit.” He took a deep breath, picked up his shoes, and started his tirade. “It’s entirely Mom and Dad’s fault. Why are they so intent in ruining my life? It’s as though they think, we made you, and we’re allowed to torture you. Why don’t they just worry about their own lives and leave me alone?”

Lily looked at his quizzingly, because she really didn’t understand. She was only four.

Peter thought about stopping his ranting but thought, ‘Who could she tell?’. He gave her some candy which brightened her face and he continued on talking.
“Okay, I can tell you’re confused. So let me break it down for you. Let’s say our parents bought you new shoes after months of hearing you beg them. And I literally mean BEG. On my hands and knees I begged them. Yet instead of buying the really cool red and silver sneakers from Steve Madden. The ones that Casey Martin, that hot junior, thought was sp cool. They buy you plain white tennis shoes that came from a department store.

A loud slurping noise interrupted his thoughts as his sister tried to eat the chocolate left on her face. Peter grimaced and wiped her face with a Kleenex. She granted him with a red candy stained grin.

“Where was I again? Oh, right. Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate the thought. And these shoes are very comfortable. And yes, I do feel as though I can run a hundred miles in them. So I suppose they ARE practical. But that is not the point! The point is that it’s important to me! It’s not about the comfort or the cost! It’s about how I would look in them at school! In the red shoes, I would be Peter McCallum. Cool kid, popular, should be on the basketball team, and gets all the girls. Yet in these white shoes, I’ll just be normal, plain, average…me. Everybody says that high school is not important. How short it is and how life will only begin WHEN it ends. It’s after graduation that matters. That’s when the real world starts. I know all of that. Yet you’ve got to understand. We’re kids! We don’t think that fair ahead! What is important to us is that we’re in style and how we fit in. Have everybody think that we’re cool and we belong. If people think that something’s cool, I’ll be the first one to try it out! Showing off your underwear? I’m the first one to show off my baby blue boxers. As long as I feel accepted. I want to remember high school as that wonderful place I went to. Not just that thing that happened before college. I want fond memories of high school. And it may seem stupid…but these shoes could help me! If I feel special with those shoes then others will also thing I’m special. Don’t you understand? It’s not about the shoes. It’s about life, fond memories, cute girls, and having a great time being accepted.”

“All finished.” Lily announced with piles of candy wrappers on his floor. “Thanks, Peter, Those were good!”

Peter started picking up the wrappers on the ground and looked at his little sister. “Did you understand anything I just said Lily?”

Lily nodded. “Yeah, you were talking about Mom and Dad getting you those new shoes. You’re so lucky they buy stuff for you.” With that said, she dragged her cat outside by the collar and shut his door.

Peter stared at his closed door and let out a loud sigh. Once again, he flopped back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. “Kids, they don’t know anything.” He said out loud. He thought about his sister’s simple words for a moment and smiled to himself. “Or maybe they do.” He took a last look at the unopened box and picked it up. With a resigned deep breath, he slowly unwrapped the shiny white shoes as though it were precious cargo. He got up from his bed and placed it in his closet next to his other everyday sneakers. They seemed to gleam a moment before blending in with his other shoes.

Hermione’s outburst

Harry, Ron amd Hermione were making their way to the potions class in the cold dark dungeouns. The Hogwarts corridors were full of students hurring to their own classes.

- Oh no! said Ron with a terrified voice.

- What? both Harry and Hermione replied at the same time looking at him with a worried look.

- Oh no! snape’s gonna kill me!!! I didn’t finished my report on the effects of a unicor tail-hair on an invisibility potion.

- RON!!! It’s the third time this month you don’t deliver homework! You know what that means! Screamed Hermione.

Ron mumbled something inaudible but he knew what she meant.

- Snape’s either gonna put you in detention with him or take 50 points from gryffindor! And as he does not wish to spend more time you than the recquired in classes, we all know which one he’s going to chose. Hermione was furious and looked like she was about to curse him.

- Mimble wimble... was all Ron said.

- You’re pathetic! Give me your homework parchment! she ordered and Ron prontly obeyed.

Harry watched the all scene with a smile. Hermione was furiously scratching and writing in the parchment and Ron was looking terrified at her. Ron was never the same since Hermione turned him into a frog for a whole hour during which none convinced her to reverse the spell.

- Hermione hurry up, we’re gonna be late – hurried Harry.

- Well thank for that to your useless friend! This homework has more spelling and grammar mistakes than a troll spech! – Hermione shaply replied.

Ten minutes later the three were running like their life’s depended on it. They arrived at exactly moment when Snape was about to close the door. He smiled and said:

- Potter, Weasly, Granger you’re late, each one of you earned a 10 points penalty.

- But... Ron started but Hermione abruptly stopped him stepping his foot really hard!

- Shut up you ignorant fool! This is all your fault!

The three sited in the last table at the bottom of the dungeon where Neville was stitting alone.

- Great now we have to put up with clumpsy dummy Neville! I’m tired of being surrounded by intelectual inferior people! I’ve should have been put into Slytherin!

Harry, Ron and Neville looked at each other with a puzzled look. It seemed it was going to be a long class.

This is a D&D story me and J started on and never finished.

"Ho there, Guilden." a voice shouted from behind me. Yes that was me the person was calling to. Sir Guilden Mipley, Knight of the 7th Crest Division. Guardian to the castle of Queen Dimentia. My duty as such was to rid the kingdom of dragons and other beasts.
My partner who had called to me was Sir Randall Sereniller.A flighty chap, good natured and well off. We're now about to leave the village of Fairpeeks. We're on our way to slay the dragon of Krillgar.
I am sitting here sharpening my sword- a medallion red spliced dragonslayer sword, second edition. My shield from the armorsmith is a puritan solid steel with no flaws or dings within it. Perfectly crafted for my hold. My mace fits on my back in a finely crafted sling of strong material. I believe all this time I neglected to get me some better shoes because these are scuffed very badly.
My noble steed is a large gray-speckled clydsdale with bright blue eyes.Her armor is a polished silver and bronze meld with a light weight material to keep her from carrying too heavy a load.
I walk over and pat her reassuringly that we are about to leave and then step into the nearest tavern to take a swig of Wolf's ale before heading on my way.
My partner Randall seems uneasy about our mission. We'll recieve a hefty load of gold if we succeed with this quest.
Randall nods to me as he lets me know we're ready to depart.
We go outside again and mount our horses. His being close to 16 hands high and solid black as the starless night sky. We now gallop off into the direction we are meant to go.
We follow the great horizon, chasing the moon as it taunts us and wills us on our ways.
We can see just ahead.
Smoke and fire.
The dragon resides in those hills in the distance. The road up ahead is coming to an end. Soon we'll be heading into smoldering trees and bushes. Our horses will not survive in this intense heat as I won't so I remove my thick armor, keeping my chainmail on and clamped tightly. Randall follows my lead.
"We've got to get this done!" He shouts in a worried tone.
For the dragon sleeps at night and the hours of darkness only unfold for so long until the sun will dominate the sky again.
And it's this that reminds me of our time; such a little window of opportunity.
"Hurry, draw your sword. We'll enter the dragon's cave from the back entrance." My partner agrees and follows me.
I know my way around this area for as a small boy I used to romp and frollick. These hills were once my home. But the trolls and manticores drove us from these very mountains. How ironic they would meet their fate by being eaten by the very dragon we are being sent to slay.
We are the men of the 7th Crest Division. It is our duty to do as our queen commands.
"Randall," I whisper. "Let's go."
"Right behind you, Guilden." He says.
We are now making our way up the jumble of rocks, through charred debris and now finally up the steep slope.
We climb higher until finally we are now standing at the mouth of the cave.
A loud rumble sounds from the cave following by a snort. The dragon is in there.
Side by side with my partner, we enter the cave. Our foot steps are light and slow so as not to disturb the rocks.
The light of the cave is dim but oddly the moonlight is shining in the top of the cave. And then we see the outline of the large beast.But as we begin to tread slowly across the cave, we hear the snoring of the dragon cease. And then there comes a low growl.
We turn slowly and see two large yellowish-brown eyes, wide open staring at us...

Chapter One: Sigh



“Love you Dad! See you for the Holidays.” Hermione said as she rose from her chair at the table, walked over to her father's chair and kissed his cheek. “Wish you could come to the station.” Her mother bustled around the kitchen, pouring her husband more tea, and clearing the breakfast plates, all while searching for her car keys.

“I’m sorry sweet pea," he said lowering his morning paper so that he could bid his only child goodbye. "but what would all of my patients think of me if I missed their appointments. They’d get,” He paused and shuddered, “cavities.”

“I know.” Hermione laughed. “Bye!” She waved as her mother guided her out the door to the car. She felt a twinge of emotion as they got into the car. She was seventeen, starting her 7th year at Hogwarts. She had been so proud when she had recieved her head girl badge. But now...now she was really a woman. She would have to make her own way in life, she would have to take care of herself and make her own choices.
*at the station*

“Bye Mum! Hug Dad for me!!” Hermione called from the Hogwarts Express, as it steamed away.

“Bye Sweetie!!! Love you. Have a good year!!” Replied her Mum, taking long steps to try to keep up with the moving train. “Remember how proud we are of you!!!”

Hermione smiled as her mother waved to her cheerfully until the train was out of site.


Hermione started in her seat when she was nudged by Harry, who had been made Head Boy, then gave a small, pathetic sigh. She had been doing that a lot lately, staring off into space reliving that moment at the platform. It was the last memory she had of her mother and father. They had been killed by Death Eaters that same day and the very thought of it tore her heart out. Dumbledore said it was probably their revenge for her hand in killing Voldemort.

It's my fault. My fault they're dead. If i hadn't....if...i had never been friends with Harry... Her thoughts trailed off. Would she really have rather had her parents still alive and not be friends with Harry and Ron? I'm a Muggleborn anyway, they would have killed us all anyway... she tried to tell herself.

Hermione fought back tears as she turned back to Flitwick’s lecture. It would never do to have the Head Girl crying in class. It had been her dream to become Head Girl. Her parents had been so proud of her when she received the letter from Hogwarts that summer. They were always supportive of her and always incredibly proud of her.

my parents...


The class ended and Harry, Ron, and Hermione started for the Great Hall, Ron and Harry chatting about everything from quiddich to what they hoped was for lunch. Hermione sighed and her heart twinged deeply again.

Hermione jumped slightly when she felt a hand on hers, her heart racing.

“Relax Mione. It’s just me.” Said Ron in soothing tones, “Honestly, you’ve been so jumpy lately!! It worries me when my girlfriend is upset.”

Yes, that’s right. Girlfriend. It happened right before the final battle. They were huddled behind an enchanted wall near the edge of the Forbidden Forest and Ron had stepped up to her and, in front of all of his family and Harry, asked her to be his girlfriend. It was quite sweet and since Hermione liked Ron a lot, she said okay. Ron was constantly telling her how much he adored her and how much he liked and loved her. Hermione, on such occasions, could only swallow back a lump of...well she didn’t really know what…and reply with a: “Oh Ron. How sweet.” She didn’t understand why she couldn’t tell him she liked him. They were meant for each other right? She did like him, right? Oh well, she thought, I guess I feel the same way about him, why wouldn’t I? We’re meant for each other. Right? She sighed again and smiled weakly at Ron.

“I am still upset about my parents. And my head duties, planning a ball and everything…and homework…just a lot of stuff...er…honey.” she finished awkwardly.

“Poor Mione!!!” Exclaimed Ron dramatically. “I haven’t been very considerate of your loss, have I? You shouldn’t be sad Mione! I am here. I will help you through this my lovey.” He caught her up in a huge hug that left people staring, pointing and smirking and her blushing and gasping for air.

“Really Ronald, it’s okay, you’ve been very nice.” She said, placing a hand on his chest and trying to pull away

“And on top of everything having to work with Ferret-Face!” Cut in Harry.

“Oh GOD Harry” she snapped. “way to remind me” She shuddered. Dumbledore had announced that this year, in order to unit the school after the final battle, students would be paired with ‘study buddies’ from other houses. These ‘study buddies’ would have the same classes on each other, work on homework together, and work on projects and assignments together. On top of everything else, Dumbledore had proclaimed that this year during the Christmas Masquerade Ball, the pairs would exchange presents.

Afterwards Harry, Hermione and Ron had approached the list on the notice board that contained the study buddy information.

“Slytherins and Gryffindores Unit” Harry read aloud and reading down the list to 7th years, he read aloud. “Pansy Parkinson-Ron Weasley, sorry mate you’re stuck with cow-face, Harry Potter- Daphne Greengrass, well I guess she’s okay looking…,Dean Thomas-Vincent Crabbe, didn’t know he had a first name,” Harry shrugged at this piece of news, Crabbe had a name! “Seamus Finnegan-Millicent Bulstrode, she’s the large fat one right, Neville Longbottom-Gregory Goyle, oo he’s not going to be happy, and oh my goodness…er…’Mione…you better sit down…Hermione Granger-Draco Malfoy.” Hermione couldn’t remember anything else. She had blacked out.

It was only after she had had several reviving droughts from Madame Pomfrey that she had heard the rest of the ‘good news’. The study partners had been assigned their own password protected study rooms, specially set up by Dumbledore.

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Hermione was alone by the fire in the huge study room. Books lined the walls, as did several huge portraits. She had been doing homework, but now she had begun to flip through a photo album of her parents. She didn’t hear the portrait swing shut and she didn’t see Malfoy walk over to the fire. She just stared at the picture in front of her, thousands of sad emotions ripping at her and tearing her very soul to shreds.

Taken only that passed summer, the picture was painful to look at now. She was sitting on a beach in France, in a rather fetching pale pink two piece swim suit, with her mother and father on either side of her. They were smiling, having a good time and enjoying each other’s company. It was a muggle picture and she was grateful for that. If it had been moving, to see her family moving and smiling up at her…she was sure she could not have stood it.

Hermione felt the tears start to creep slowly down her cheeks when she heard a scoff behind her.

“Ha! Honestly Granger, sobbing over a picture of muggles.” Sneered Malfoy, no traces of sympathy in his cold, chilling voice.

“Do you have any idea who these people are, Malfoy?” whispered Hermione, “MY PARENTS! MY PARENTS WHO WERE MUREDERED BY YOUR DADDY’S FRIENDS, IF NOT BY YOUR DADDY HIM SELF! I HATE YOU AND I HATE YOUR TYPE! YOU AND YOUR PEOPLE TOOK AWAY THE ONLY FAMILY I HAVE! YOU AND YOUR FATHER TOOK AWAY MY PARENTS AND I HATE YOU!” She was sobbing uncontrollably now.

Draco’s eyes snapped up and he glared at the girl sobbing before him. His father had always held a place in his heart for Draco. In fact that place and the place that place Narcissa held residence where the only pieces of heart his father had had. It didn’t matter to Draco that his father had done terrible things. He was still his father.

“You know full well” Draco hissed venomously “That my father was killed in the final battle, long before your filthy, pathetic, worthless, dirty parents were killed, making the world a better place I might add.” He spat out this last bit.

“How DARE you!” she cried, rising and taking a step towards him. “Your father was a heartless murderer! He deserved what he got!” she took another step towards him trying to contain her anger.

“How would you know? Filthy Mudblood.” He took a step towards her in turn. She had no right to speak about his father that way.

“You and your father BOTH deserve to rot in hell” She hated him, she really did.

“If only you had gone the same way as your parents” he sneered. “then world would truly be perfect then.” Well maybe that was harsh, but since when did he care?

Before she knew what she was doing she had lunged at him, scratching, hitting, trying to hurt him in anyway she could. Wanting him to feel the rage, sadness, and pain she was feeling.

Draco tried to step back as he was attacked by the distraught Hermione. He grabbed her wrists, trying to stop the punches she was throwing at him and still holding onto them, started to back away from her, but instead tripped over a coffee table, causing them both to fall in a heap of kicking and scratching.

Draco managed to scramble do his feet and gave a sharp kick in her direction, which connected with her stomache.

“Don’t bother getting up” he sneered “you’re right down with the filth you came from.” And he swept out of the room.



This is the first chapter of my dramione fic on hpff...actually i've done some revisions to it...but still.

An Ordinary Hero (one of my fanfic one-shots; below is an excerpt):

On any given day, the wind swirls about, spreading its stories throughout the surrounding villages, reliving the memories of those that came before it. Rain brings dreary memories – the death of a bygone hero, tears for a forbidden love, and even, when the rainbow just begins to break the horizon, memories of all the little miracles in life, all of the small pleasures, all of the renewals, and all of the gratifying experiences. And, often, the stories told by the wind are not only of the famous heroes of life, but of the ordinary ones – the ones who pushed themselves for the greater good, who struggled with existence, yet managed to persevere. These ordinary heroes are the ones who are forgotten in the passing of time, and whose stories lay hidden, remembered only by a select few and forgotten, eventually, for all of history.

But, here I stand, your dear narrator, to spin a tale of one of those ordinary heroes. I stand here, not to tell you of the brave, the mighty, or the wise, but of a fiercely loyal and fiercely honest boy who struggled in life because he was a hidden hero and an unappreciated one at that, who, despite his proud and sometimes misguided nature, was determined to right the many wrongs that soiled his forsaken world.

My name is Hannah Abbot, and I am no longer the cheery, pig-tailed girl I once was. The death of my mother, and the subsequent loss of my grandfather to disease in the months that followed Voldemort’s return cut me deeply. My withdrawal from Hogwarts as a result of these incidents hurt me even more. But beyond any of these problems, real though they may be, stood the fact that my one true friend and one true love soon died fighting for a cause that he had deemed right. He had always seen the light and had always been determined to fight for it. Yet, because of his bravery, our love never had the chance to blossom. Perhaps, it never would have blossomed had he survived the war. But that is not something I can ponder any more than I can question why the sky is blue or the grass is green. The only thing I can do for my fallen soul mate is to remember him, and remember him well before his memory fades for all of posterity.


-Delta

Well done! They were all great. Some marks were lost if the story went over 500 words, or the spelling/grammer wasn’t checked etc, though overall these were brilliant!

GRYFFINDOR

amberg93: 49
Duck the Duck: 45
running_swift: 50

RAVENCLAW

LilyFlower: 50
So_Yun: 50
mcfly_42: 45
Analia: 50
Life is 42: 35

HUFFLEPUFF

Cookiemonster: 45
MarieC: 50
Cheetahpie: 45
tonks and remus always: 50
Etta: 50
streams of silver: 50
Dancingsunset: 42
jennifer Williams: 35

SLYTHERIN

romance lover: 50
pillowloverchick: 50
Raistlin The Wizard: 50
DarkDealer: 45
Delta: 50

An exerpt from a short story I wrote for a friend of mine on her birthday a few years ago. This amounts to about 450 words/ half of the full story.

Alyssia opened her eyes to Darkness.

Her heart beat wildly, and she struggled to find air in the impenetrable Dark of the eerie place she found herself in.

Taking a deep breath, Alyssia conjured a Ball of Eternal Flame and let it rest above her upturned palms.

She was in a cave. It tunnelled deep into deeper Darkness. With her Flame to guide the way, she furled her wings in the enclosed space and walked.

The stone was cold against her bare feet, and there was a stagnant chill that seeped into her marrow. Still the Bad pulsed, pulling her forward.

The narrow tunnel opened into a great cavern as big as the Forest, hung with giant stalagmites and stalactites dripping from the high vaulted ceiling and shooting from the ground.

Her breath taken away, holding her Flame to illuminate the amazing formations, she maneuvered her way through the maze.

It was as nothing she had ever seen before, and still, beyond the large cavern of stalagmites and stalactites, was another large cavern that was filled with water, the stalactites dripping a continuous trickle of water into the large, still pool.

The Bad grew in her awareness, and soon she began to lose interest of the new World’s wonders.

“Come to me.” She could almost hear the whisper through the silence.

She passed through another cavern, navigated more tunnels, and finally, felt the pulse of the Bad so strongly that she almost dropped her Flame and ran to find it.

Gradually, Alyssia felt the pull lessen. It still enticed her, urged her to come to it, but it was no longer an incessant, unbearable feeling.

She entered the cave, and her Flame was extinguished.

Surprised, Alyssia tried to make another, but it did not light, and she was forced to find her way forward blind.

But, it was not Darkness, as before. It was as though there were Light. But it was not Light – rather, an imitation of light. It was a black light, a Shadowy light, without Shadows.

Confused, Alyssia approached the podium on which the Light emanated from.

It spiraled around her, curved to shape itself to her body. It wrapped tight tendrils of Light that was Dark around her wrists and ankles so that she could not move. She was trapped.

Confused and scared, Alyssia tried to break free of her bonds, but they held as surely as rope.

The Dark Alter the light came from grew until it was almost solid, a living being. But it couldn’t be, right? Alyssia eyed it with fright.

It bent and swayed, and reached for her.

“You are mine,” it seemed to say...

FaerieOfDoom - 100 HP

The Wizard Life

The wizard life



Okay, I’m going to start in the middle of everything. My name is Hailey Rose Potter. I am indeed, Harry potter’s sister. Ever since I saw him, Fred weasly, I ‘v been madly in love with him ever since I saw him. Here’s my story.

Chapter:1
Hailey and I are at the park on the swings. All of a sudden Dudley, there rude cousin, walked up with his gang. “Hey dud.” Harry said, with a smart remark. “Beat up another 10 year old?” He asked again. “This one deserved it.” He said. “Better him than you I guess. “ Hailey said. “You two are both one’s to talk. Yelling in both of your sleeps every night. Don’t kill Cedric! Who is he, your boyfriends? He’s going to kill us mom!! Where is your mum? Where’s your mum Potter?” He said directly at Harry. Hailey was growing more and more furious with every word he said. “Is she dead?!” Dudley said with a sinister laugh. That was it. Hailey jumped up with her wand she got a year earlier in hand, Harry held her back. All of a sudden, the sky went black. ’What are you two freaks doing?!” Dudley asked them. “We aren’t doing anything!” Hailey spat. Dudley’s gang ran away. Harry and Hailey started to run to a near-by abandoned tunnel. Dudley tagged along.

We were almost to the alley, and it started pouring down rain. By the time we got there, we were all drenched. I could hear the rain going pitter-patter on the roof. The place seemed like a cave. Graffiti all over the walls, some light’s were flickering. Harry looked up and down the ally way.
Next thing he knew, he was pinned to the wall by a hooded figure. “Hailey, run.” Harry said with all his breath. Thoughts were running all though her mind on how to save her only alive relative, that was her beloved brother. Tears started to come. Next thing you know, another hooded figure came and got Dudley. It looked like that the thing was sucking his soul out. I remembered something that Harry told me. Oh!! “Expectopatronum!!” I screamed with my 8in ,phoenix hair, unicorn blood wand at the figure. She brought it back with her wand, and thought, “Oh, what the heck! I’ll save him, too.” She brought the first figure and hit the second one and they went flying out of the ally. Hailey went over to see if Harry was okay. “You okay?” She said as she helped him up, “Yeah. How did you know the spell?” he asked. “I remembered something you told me, luckily.” I said with a little smile and giggle. We went over to Dudley, and he looked like he was about to be sick, but not really. Me and Harry each got a shoulder. “What does this kid eat??!!” I asked Harry, knowing that he didn’t really have an answer. “ Too much, that’s for sure.” Harry said. We both had a short laugh. “Harry, what are we going to do about him? What are the Druleys going to say about there “Poor Dudley”? Hailey took her free hand and put dialog marks around poor Dudley. “I don’t know. But, how bad could it be?” Harry said.

When we got back to there house, Aunt petunia and Uncle Vernan were upstairs. We put him in his room. Me and Harry just ran back to our room, hoping to god that we wouldn’t be herd. “That was bloody crazy!” Harry yelled, only quietly. “ No kidding.” Hailey said back. “Harry, aren’t we not supposed to use magic outside of Hogwarts grounds?” I asked. “No, but, okay this has happened to me. Do you remember when I had to go away for a day or two?” he asked. “Yeah. That was a terrible 2 days.” I said back. “Well, I was at a hearing. A trial. The Ministry of Magic against Harry potter. I remember them saying that if you are near a near death experience, then you have full permission to do so.” Harry explained. “Oh, good.” I said with a sigh of relive. “You know, it’s still weird that you are going into our 5th year at Hogwarts. I’m still new to all of this.” I said. “I am missing Ron, Fred, and Gorge. “ Harry listed. ’Who?” I asked, confused. “The weasleys, ohh!! They are a joy! You have to meat them. Fred and Gorge are twins going into there 6th years. Ron is with me.” Harry said. “Okay. Well, lets get to bed. It’s been a crazy day.” I said as Harry hit the lights. “Nigh.” I said. “Night.” He said back. The rest, silence.

Chapter:2
Hailey was having a weird dream about being in a dark tunnel, and walking towards a big, vault-like door, ”Hailey!! Hailey!!” Harry said. “What?” I asked. “Look at the doorknob.” He whispered. It was giggling. Harry put his glasses on and got his wand, I also got my wand. It stopped for a second, then, the door was pushed open by a gust of wind. “For god sakes Nymphadora.” I herd a unfamiliar voice. “Are you two alright?” The voice asked again. “Professor moody?” Harry asked once he could see clearly. “What are you doing here?” He asked with a smile. “Rescuing you two of course. Get your trunks, and come down stairs.” He said. “Harry, what’s going on? Who are they?” I asked. “I just know nympadora, and Pro. Moody.” Harry said. They got down stairs, and out the front doors . Moody had a wooden staff in his hands and he knocked it once to the pavement, and a broom for each witch and wizard appeared. ’We are flying?” I asked myself. ’Mount your broomsticks. Don’t dock ranks if one of us is killed.” Moody said. Within seconds, they were in the air. Hailey was hanging on for dear life. They went past many things. “Professor moody, where are our trunks?” Harry asked. “I apperated them to our destination.” He said. The rest was silence ,until we got to the place.


We ended up at 12 ginwald place . We started in though a hallway. The place looked like it had been abandoned for years. Ripped wallpaper, rotting walls. I started to hear voices. Professor Moody got ahead of us all. After many twist and turns down the hallway, we finally came to an open door. We got closer. Harry saw a person he hadn’t seen in 2 years. “Harry.” The man said. It was Sirrius Black, Harry’s godfather. Harry welcomed him in open arms. I stood there, amused. “Sirrius black? Mass murder Sirrius black?!” I said with a terrified look. “I haven’t been called that in years. No. Hailey, let me explain. I’m your godfather. Since your parents passed, your father and I were best friends, and he put me as you two’s godfathers. I’m not, I repeat not a murder.” He explained. I had a relaxed look. “So, you are my godfather. My dad and you were best friends. I must say, that’s a lot to take in at one time. “ I said with a small laugh. “Your just like Lilly.” He said. “Harry! You didn’t tell me they were here Remus!” Mrs. Weasly said. “I didn’t know they were here.” He said back as he went to the open door. “Harry! How good to see you. This must be your sister Hailey.” He said as he reached out his hand to shake hers. She shook back. “Hailey, this was my Defense against the Dark arts teacher in my 3rd year. He was the best.” Harry explained. “Oh, nice to meat you Mr.-” Hailey said, “Please, no need to call me that, same goes for you Harry. Just call me Remus.” He said. “Well then, nice to meat you Remus. “ She said with a smile. “You two must wait until the meeting is over for supper. Go upstairs. Fred, Gorge, Hermione and Ron are all up there.” She said. “3rd door on the left.” She said. They passed many doors. Harry opened a door. “Harry!!” Hermione said, hugging him fiercely “ Calm down Hermione. Give him some room.” Ron said as he was going over to Harry to greet him. Harry hugged Ron. “Good to see you mate.” Ron said. “Oh, Ron, Hermione, this is my sister, Hailey.” Harry said. I did a little wave. “Nice to meet you.” Hermione said. “So, tell us a little about yourself.” Ron said. “Well, I’m still new to all of this. I am very fond of Quiddage, since Harry describes it as being the best sport ever. I also have the scar on my forehead.” She said lifting up her long dark brown bangs. “Cool. Harry, I thought you only had it.” Ron said. “Me, too. How long have you had that?” Harry asked , amazed. “Since forever.” I said back. “So, Harry, have you herd all the death eater attacks that had been going on lately?” Ron asked. “Yeah. Hailey and I were ambushed just last night. Good thing she remembered the spell I told her, or I might as well had been dead.” Harry said. “Wow. You sound like you would be a good aror.” Hermione said. “Yeah. If I knew what that was.” I said. We all laughed like we had all been friends forever. “Where’s Fred and George? Your mum said they’ d be up here.” Harry said. “Over here mate!” Someone said. “They are trying a new invisibility potion. “ Ron explained. ‘I am going to laugh when your instant darkness goes wrong. I’m sorry, but that’s going to be funny.” Hermione said. ‘What? Instant darkness?” I asked myself. “They are the pranksters of the family. They want to someday open up a joke shop. I think they would really go through with it, too.” Harry said. “Oh. So, which is which? Sorry if I’m being rude.” I say. “Not at all. I’m Fred, and this is George. You can tell us apart like this: My hair is messy and his hair is straight. It’s like I take after him! It’s a curse of messy hair!” Fred said pointing at Harry.” Time for supper!!” Mrs. Weasly called from downstairs.

Chapter:3
We all sat at the table, and me and Harry told of our day. “Sorry if we were any trouble.” Nymphadora said. “No! Not at all! We were just startled.” Hailey said. “I was real glad to see all of you. A whole summer , almost all of it alone, at the Drusleys, was and is horrible.” Harry recalled. “Oh, it couldn’t had been that bad.” Nyphadora said. Harry and Hailey both looked at her shocked. “Try having to pretend your not even there, and hide the fact that you’re a witch and wizard and not to mention always being hungry, living with people that don’t understand you. People that are embarrassed that they are even related to you!” Hailey exploded. Harry and Nymphadora were both silent. “Oh. Well, there’s that.” Nymphadora said. ‘Yeah. There is.” Hailey said. She then turned her head and Fred and her faced each other from across the table. They were caught in a gaze, I have never known how those sparkling green eyes glisten in the light, how her long brown hair swishes back and forth as she walks. She takes my breath away. How come I just can’t bring myself to say it? Fred thought. We have the same colored eyes. He knows how to play around, he’s one of Harrys’ best friends, not only that but he’s my friend, too. I hope we are in the same houses. Hailey thought. After about a 20 second stair, they noticed, and they broke the stair In unison.


Love is in the air!!

((Azkaban Prison, 2008))

Voices echoed through his head. Whether he was imagining it or not he wasn't sure, it was hard to discern between reality and the horrors of his mind.

"Should we tell him?" He thought he recognized the voice but he couldn't place from where.

"-forgot about him." It was so hard to focus on what they were saying.

"-kill him." That voice. So familiar. 'Please do ... Please kill me. I can't stand this purgatory I'm in. I'm trapped. I don't know what's real.' His mind screamed where his voice could not.

The voices stopped. When did they leave? Come back. You seemed almost real. How long had it been? How long had he been here? It's so cold.

He could feel pain once again as someone hit him. Kicked him. Was he screaming? He couldn't even tell.

"-op it!" That voice was back. The familiar one. The pain nearly stopped. Or at least the hitting stopped. The pain remained. It always remained.

He could hear yelling, but the voice sounded far away. Distorted. 'Help me!' He felt like he was drowning. He couldn't breath.

He felt a slight pressure on his chest and the liquid was cleared. He could feel arms around him. Could hear that familiar voice talking to him. He couldn't understand him, but his words seemed soothing. Almost safe.

Sirius' body could not be more tense than it was. Being back in Azkaban, even on a 'visit' of sorts was more than nerve racking. Even without the presence of the Dementors it was dark, dank and foreboding.

"Relax Sirius." Sirius looked over to Dumbledore. "You need to keep a level head." Albus said as the guard opened the cell door. Sirius didn't know why, but he imagined the person in the cell as the dark potions master, standing in the middle of the cell, dark black robes billowing around him as he paced angrily in his confines.

He was not prepared for what he saw in reality. Severus lay in the middle of the room, his thin frame practically swimming in his dirty prison garb. His hair had grown well past his shoulders, even though it was shaved off when he had been sentenced. From the looks of it, it went nearly down to his waist. His eyes were sunk in, and despite the fact that they were open slightly, Sirius doubted he knew they were there.

"Should we tell him?" Sirius asked Dumbledore.

"Leave him be for now. No need moving him before it's necessary."

"I still don't believe they forgot about him." Sirius said.

"Neither do I." Said Dumbledore simply. "I believe they had every intent on keeping him here as punishment for his ... crimes ..." Dumbledore sighed and looked down at Severus before bringing his attention back to Sirius. "I must go and speak to the officials about his release papers. I shall be back in a few minutes." Sirius nodded as Dumbledore left the room.

"Warnings"

Jullianna rode her bicycle down her street. Again. "Nothing ever happens here." She. mutters. "I wish it would."
She frowned looking up as she sensed eyes watching her.
A large black van had pulled up. A seedy looking man with a mustache and an unkept beard leaned out his window.
"Excuse me, girlie, but I'm trying to find 14 Sycamore Street. Any clue?"
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."
He frowned.
"Well that's all well and good...but I've got to get my cargo there before sundown, special instructions. Listen I'm Eddie. There I ain't a stranger now." He gave a crooked grin.
"Well..." she looks around.
"You go onto that street." She points behind her.
"The sign got knocked off when Carlie Winters was learning how to drive."
.."and ..well...look follow me."
She gets on her bike and heads home. He put's the van in gear and follows.
She stops in her driveway.
"It's that house there." She points to the next house.
"Thanks kid."
"Jullianna." She corrects.
"Jullianna then."
He pulls into the driveway.
She heads inside and watches from an upstairs window.
He and two guys from the back start moving this...crate into the garage. She heads downstairs and makes some koolaid lemonaid.
She takes four glasses out too.
"Hey Eddie!" He looks up.
"I made lemonaid for you and your friends."
He smiled genuinely.
"Heck that's sweet ki..Jullianna."
She pours some for everyone.
"So someone finally moving into that place huh?"
He gulps.
"Yeah." They finish their drinks.
"Thanks miss." The twins say.
"You're welcome."
"Yeah thanks."
He closes them in the back.
He leans over.
"Listen...you might not want to be out after dark, and never invite your new neighbor in, don't let your parents either. Trust me on this."
She frowns.
"Is he a bad man?"
"Woman and something like that."
"Jullianna...who are you talking to?" A concerned voice asks from the doorway.
"Eddie. I got him and his men some lemonaid they were..moving some stuff in next door."
"Oh..well supper's ready."
"Mame."..." I gotta go anyway. Just remember what I said and maybe grow some garlic."
"You're a funny guy Eddie."
He scowls.
"Listen kid I...good luck."
He drives the van away.
She watches...the sun begins to set.
She heads inside.
"Mom?"
"Yes honey?"
"The next door neighbor...we shouldn't invite them in."
"Why ever not?"
She bites her lower lip.
"The moving guy said the lady wasn't a good person."
She frowns.
"How so?"
"I don't know...said avoid going out after dark, don't linvite her in and suggested we grow garlic."
"How strange."
"Helo dear." Her Dad called out.
"I'd like you to meet our new neighbor Ms. Green."
A beautiful pale woman stood behind him.
"I invited her over, thought you girls might like a chance to talk."
Her eyes widened.
"Well don't just stare. Introduce yourself."
"I..."
"Ms. Green this is my wife Elizabeth and my daughter Jullianna."
"A pleasure." She said with a strange asccent and and an odd smile.
She had a bad feeling about this.
She heard a strange noise.
The woman looked up with a visage of disbelief.
"I have to go..."
She went upstairs and looked out the window.
Ms. Green stood outside her Garage trying to get inside past the flames. The house next door was on fire.
She saw a black van driving away.

Great job! I enjoyed reading your stories! Though, some marks were deducted for exceeding 500 words and/or there were incorrect spellings or grammatical errors.

Amelia :: 70 points
Amadan Dubh :: 96 points
Gloria Malfoy :: 96 points

"Misunderstanding"


I knew this day would eventually come.

I also knew I would never be able to forgive him walking out on me to do Merlin knew what over in Egypt. I looked at him, trying to catch his eye, but all he did was scowl and look down at the floor.

"So you're going to be happy over there, then?" I queried, my voice flat. "After everything that's happened, you're sure you're going to be happy?"

He raised his head up and glared at me then, his face turning red. "What do you mean, 'everything that's happened'? Nothing at all happened, except what was in your exceptionally overheated imagination!"

"So you're saying that the kiss we shared meant nothing to you?" I shot back, taking a step forward as he backed up. "All of the times sitting by the lake and wishing we could turn ourselves into hippogryffs and fly out of this place--those were figments of my imagination as well?"

"The kiss we shared was an accident." came his immediate retort. "I was caught up in the moment. I apologize if I sent the wrong message to you."

"You are unbelievable, Lucien!" I shouted again, then forced myself to calm down so as not to give him the pleasure of seeing me explode once again. "So this whole thing was a misunderstanding, was it?"

"Indeed it was." Lucien replied, smirking as he hoisted his bag onto his shoulder. "I pity you, Marielle. So naive...you always have been. When are you going to drop the innocent act? You of all people have no reason to play the part of some wide-eyed child taking her first steps out into the world."

"Out! Get out, Lucien!" I shouted, my nostrils flaring. "Go make love to your dragons or whatever it is you're going to be doing! Forget about this little 'misunderstanding'!"

Lucien's voice grew cold. "Indeed I shall." Saying this, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, slamming the door behind him as he did.

Once he was gone, I did the only thing I could think of, which was to scream at the top of my lungs. How could he have forgotten everything so quickly? Better yet, how could I have been so naive as to think that he would stick around after...well, after a few months. I'd been kidding myself to think I could have changed his philandering ways.

"Someday." I growled, balling my hands into fists and looking up at the ceiling. "Lucien, your days are numbered. That's all I have to say. Your days are very much numbered."

Elisabetta Domenici :: 95 points

Connie Mcgurry life was great when she was little but now that she's living with her aunt martti and her uncle Neven. Connie's mom died when she was 7 and her dad is in jail. Its been a 4 years living with her aunt and uncle. It was that one monday in july 21 ( harry potter's birthday) that connie got her hogwarts letter. Her aunt was so happy to have a witch in family; but her uncle thought otherwise. That night connie was awaken by the yelling and fighting that was coming from her aunt and uncle's room. " She can't go!, and i don't want her to be doing.......magic tricks". yelled her uncle. " neven, Connie is going to hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. and there is nothing you can do about it !!" yelled martti even louder than neven was that connie thought that her aunt martti could have woken the whole two blocks. Neven left the house with a suitcase and went out the door. " Am I really going to hogwarts"? asked connie happily. " yes deary, go back to bed we'll go to diagon alley tomorrow afternoon". said martti. That afternoon Connie and her aunt went to diagon alley. Connie got a wand that was made out of unicorn hair and tree bark. On Connie's time on the train She made friends with lilly potter and rose weasley also thier brothers and other students;connie was sorted into Gryffindor. While she was going to visit moaning myrtule and her other ghost friend Happy Hannah connie had bumped into scourpius malfoy. " oh im sorry....umm hi im connie connie mcgurry". said connie. " whatch it, don't talk to me you filthy mudblood" cried malfoy. " exscuse me"! said connie unbeliveing what he said. " you heard me, what are you deaf". exclaimed malfoy strolling away with his snickering friends. She went to go see moaning myturle and happy hannah.