Through the Generations
(from the author’s profile:)
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequete. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is or light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brillant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people wont feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fears, our presence automatically liberates others"
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"While there is life, there is hope"-Ceciro
'Lifes tradgedy is that we get old to soon and wise too late'-Benjamin Franklin
'Things we lose always have away of coming back to us in the end...if not always in the way we expect'-Luna Lovegood
'Keep your friends close and your enemies closer'-Kathrine Cruel Intentions
'Courage is not the apsence of fear but rather the judjement that something is more important than fear'-The Princess Diaries
(the fic’s summary:)
The DA's kids transport themselves to 1977 and meet the marauders will the future ever be the same again please read and review sequel to When Worlds Collide
“Ro do you have any objections?” Al asked
“Tones but it doesn’t matter you all wont listen, so what time period?”
“Yeah Ro it’s taken six years but you finally realise that annoying us doesn’t stop us”
“Shut up Hugo”
“I was thinking 1977 the year of the marauders” James said
“See the marauders, wow that would be so cool, I mean I know we met two already Sirius and Remus but they are old it would be great to see them in their prime” Al stated
“And we could pick up some pointers” Lilly said a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“My point exactly” James said to his younger siblings, “So is everyone else on bored with this plan”
“All in favour say I” Veronica said
“I” they all chorused.
“Potter man are way to competitive” Ava said through her laugh
They walked to the centre of the room where a cauldron, the spell book and the ingredients were laid out.
“Okay so the best a potions should well do the potion” Lilly said, “V. that’s you”
(Now they’ve gone back in time to 1977.)
“Okay relationships” Sara asked.
“Well that’s Jay, I’ll give you the short version I’ve known him since we were in dippers our parents were best friends. We’ve been best friends since, well when we were 14 this gut in our potions class asked me out and Jay hit him and I asked Jay if he was okay, that’s when we kind of realised we had feelings for each other and we’ve been together ever since”
It was true the Blacks were one of the richest families around and she was a direct descendant, her mother had a very successful journalist carer and her father owned restaurants’ in both the magical and muggle world.
“Great now we can talk about how Peter likes Ava” Paige said leaning forward on the bed.
“What Pettigrew likes her” Kate said horrified.
“Honey I am so sorry” Sara said offering her condolences.
“Don’t interrupt me, now the second we walked into the room you could just feel heat waves coming off Peter and being sent to you and there was this hole thing where he couldn’t keep his eyes off you” she said grinning.
Uncle Ron was the same way, their only excuse when their wives called them out on it was they’d done much worse in their day so they couldn’t judge as it would be hypocritical and if that didn’t work the two men simply reminded their wives that they’d also done much worse than their children also.
James’ names stake fitted him remarkably well; Al however couldn’t make the same claim.
The marauders were acting out of character because they were planning a prank on the new arrivals, which they regretfully received upon entering the common room in front of their fellow Gryffindor students. James pride was hurt, Al gave several of the most hating death glares to his brother who had convinced him not to worry, Lily was disgusted with herself for not recognizing a prank in action when she saw one while the other’s just laughed none being as highly competitive as the Potter’s all but one that is, Rose was not pleased with the greeting and angrily retreated to her dorm room to wash off the green slime she was covered in.
“No need to worry, none of us had Ho-school for eleven years so we had to prank each other to keep ourselves entertained” said Veronica
Three of the four marauders had taken their usual seats in the back row of N.E.W.T charms, Peter not having gotten a good enough result to qualify for N.E.W.T level was in O.W.L charms. Remus watched as Ava and James sat a few rows in front of them, the loved up couple were giggling and whispering to each other and both were smiling, it actually brought a smile to Remus’ tired features, they really were an adorable couple. Unfortunately their public displays of affection only caused Peter’s obsession towards to grow immensely, which worried Remus considerably.
It was one thing he really needed to discuss with James and Sirius and charms seemed like the best time to do it. The marauders had no classes with Peter and he was never apart from them other than that, so this was his only chance to talk without the fear of Peter over hearing.
“Well we cant perform intervention without a way to you know not piss him off so much that he might distance himself from us and we cant have that, it defeats the purpose of helping him”
Remus was now suddenly worried, the last time Remus had seen James look this serious was when Sirius had tricked Snape to come to the Shrieking Shack when Remus was wolfed out.
Things I Am Not Allowed To Do At Hogwarts
(the fic’s summary:)
Title is self-explanitory. With a Harry/Draco twist. I am bored.
(from the author’s profile:)
One more heart that was stopped.
Two more eyes that will never see.
Two more hands that will never touch.
Two more legs that will never run.
One more mouth that will never speak.
No offence to people that have aborted but I am all for giving birth.
(the fic’s summary:)
Sevans. Servus Snape, a difficult character to write. Very complex.
(the fic’s summary:)
Harry isn’t James and Lily’s child, he is Prue and Sirius’. And, he doesn’t know that. But, when he is kidnapped by Voldemort and The Charmed Ones come to his rescue will Gram’s secret be spilled? Not for Ron, Ginny, and most of the Weasleys and Dumbledo
The moon hung high as Harry Potter looked out the window at Number 4 Privet Drive. His green eyes were mirrored with lust and his head hit the window with a thump. It was his 15th birthday, he only had a few more minuets to wait. The Dursleys had left for the week leaving him in to the whole house by himself. Hedwig rattled in her cage, looking at him with her fierce yellow eyes. “Hey, girl,” Harry tore himself away from the window, “Want to go out for a ride?”
“Ahh, now Harry Potter,” He spun around as his scar gave a burst of pain. Voldemort was standing in front of him waving Harry’s wand in his face, “No use of protection do you, Harry? You’re going to wish you had died with that boy last year,”
“To bad,” Harry sneered, “I already do,” He threw a punch at Voldemort and it landed in the Dark Lords face, causing him to stumble back wards. By the time he regained composer over himself Harry had already shot out the door and house, running down the street at a sickening pace. Why did this have to happen to him? There was pop and Voldemort appeared in front of him,
“Not so fast, Potter.” He grabbed Harry around the waist before he could even react aperating into a place that smelled of dead rats, piss and blood.
“Ye-ye-ye-yes my Lord?” Wormtail or Peter Pettigrew asked in a small stuttering voice.
“Slit his wrists. And tie him to that chair,” Voldemort pointed to an old steel chair in the corner of the room, “do you know Harry. James and Lily Potter aren’t your real parents,”
“Ummm, couch?” Piper asked helping Prue lay him down. They left him there, all entering the kitchen only to find Grams hovering in the doorway. “Grams! What are you doing here?”
“Well, I think it’s time to tell you, Prue. I can’t keep this a secret any longer. Prue you have a kid, you had him when you were 15 with a boy called Sirius Black. I’m so sorry; the Elders didn’t want you to know.”
Grams looked at her Great- Grandchild, “Yes, it is possible. James and Lily Potter are not your parents, they never were. Your parents are Prue and this Black boy,”
“That’s really racist, Penny,” Leo scolded the older woman,
“No! His name was Black! Sirius Black!”
“Nothing, just confused that’s all,” she smiled. Why is she always smiling? I need Malfoy in here; let’s vent some anger… and confusement. Why is everyday of my life so annoying? Why?
“Yep, see ya,” They all said. Grams disappeared in a swirl of lights and all members of the room left to their respectful rooms.
“Than do it,” Ryan moved forward and Phoenix (Harry) closed the gap. Their lips touched, softly and shy. Phoenix’s heart raced, his eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into Ryan’s hand that was soft on his cheek. They pulled away after a few seconds only to lean forward again, catching each other’s lips once more. Phoenix moaned as the kiss became more passionate. They where both in heaven. Ryan’s arm curled around his waist, and he leaned down on top of him. Phoenix pulled away after a minuet or two, “to much to fast,” Ryan nodded, climbing off of him.
A thirteen-year-old girl entered the small living room that held a ratty old couch, a rocking chair, 64 fish, 4 cats and a leather loveseat.
“So,” Alix started, “How’s Ryan?”
Harry’s eyes widened, “How do you know about that?” Alix chuckled,
“It’s oblivious. The way you look at each other whenever you see him at the hospital.
Harry had to laugh; Remus was called three very different names… Daddy by Veronica, Pop by Drew and Papa by Robin. He found it hysterical.
“Wow, Ok, people, turns out Sirius is going to bring Prue, Phoebe, Piper and Leo. Therefore, we had better go before Sirius drags them off into the Quittich store.”
“What’s wrong with Quittich?” Harry asked annoyed,
“Welcome to Diagon Ally!” Alix spoke hyperactively; Robin cocked his head to the side,
“Diagon sounds like dragon,”
“That’s the point twerp,” Drew spit out at his little brother,
“Your life is confusing! You do not have six siblings! You were not paid to become someone’s best friend! You do not know what it is like to have to lie to the Boy Who Lived about being his best friend! When in reality you hate his guts!” Ron shouted out, covering his mouth when he realized what he had said.
Harry and Hermione’s mouths fell open, “What?” Hermione asked tears welling up in her eyes, “You lied to us,”
“No, no Hermione! I just lied to Harry!” Ron insisted,
(an author’s note:)
Ok people, I know you are all going to hate me. However, this story I have NOT given up on! I am re-writing the WHOLE THING! My reasoning behind this is simply because I believe that I rushed too much into the whole story. I am re-posting the story under My Insanity REWRITE! So please check it out, and tell me which version you like better. I really am sorry and I hope I have not annoyed any of you too much! Thanks for reviewing the story; you have no idea how much that means to me!
(note: the first chapter of the rewrite is identical to the first chapter of the original, including all the spelling mistakes.)
Give me a freaking cookie
(the entire “story”:)
“Ron, Give me a cookie,” Hermione demanded.
“Why? There’s a big bowl right there, just grab one,” Ron said, pointing to the big bowl in front of him and taking a bite of his own cookie.
“I, personally, don’t want to put my hand where dozens of others have been before,” Hermione said calmly in a matter of factly way.
“Well, that’s stupid,” Ron said stupidly.
“JUST GIVE ME A FREAKING COOKIE!” Hermione exclaimed shaking her head like a crazy woman, her hair going all over the place.
“Okay, okay,” Ron surrendered. He took a cookie from his plate and gave it to Hermione.
“Thank you Ronald,” Hermione said. And with that she took a bite of the cookie and left to the library.
“I told you she was mental,” Dean whispered to Ron.