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Patronus Contest EntryThe waters of the Great Lake were still as a mill pond, the evening sky reflected on its glassy surface. A solitary figure sat staring disparately at the shore of the lake lost in her thoughts.
Emma, along with the rest of the Sixth Year Hufflepuffs, had spent the afternoon practising the Patronus Charm in Defence Against the Dark Arts, but Emma was the only one in her class who had not managed to summon a corporeal Patronus. The Sixth Years had been studying Patronuses now for over a month; first researching the theory of the spell, then practising the incantation before finally attempting to produce a Patronus. Emma was particularly gifted at Charms, she had already mastered all of the Sixth Year charms and even some of the Seventh Year spells, and she was one of the first in her class to produce a non-corporeal Patronus to the great surprise and delight of Professor Slughorn. She therefore had expected to discover what form her Patronus would take very soon after, but it had been al
Demise of a Death EaterThe last blood red rays of the sun fell below the horizon as the sound of a great engine roared off into the sky above the village of Godric's Hollow. Despite the terrible events that had transpired in the village the previous night there was not a soul around to witness a motorbike disappearing into the dusk, nor the shadowy figure which materialised by the ruined cottage. Cloaked like Death himself, Severus Snape lay a pale, shaking hand on the garden gate and, trembling, pushed it open. Ignoring the squeaking hinges, Snape almost stumbled along the garden path, dark eyes roving around what used to be such a well cared-for garden, but had recently fallen into neglect; the lawn was in dire need of mowing, the flower beds over-grown with weeds, yet the last of that year's lilies managed to rise above the interlopers.
"Lily..." Snape whispered. Hot tears were already forming in the corners of his eyes.
Tearing away his gaze Snape returned his focus to the house; one whole side had been
My Top 11 Moments from Lord of the RingsI wasn't always a fan of Lord of the Rings or Tolkien's work. In fact I didn't read The Hobbit until I was sixteen years old, and didn't read Lord of the Rings until after I had seen Fellowship of the Ring. But once I began my journey in Middle-Earth there was no going back for me, I am officially a Ring-ite; I have all of Tolkien's published works (currently slowly working my way through The Silmarillion), the extended editions of Lord of the Rings on DVD, am incredibly pumped for The Hobbit and I even have my first name tattooed in Elvish on my wrist. After reading Wolfsklage's favourite moments from Lord of the Rings I was inspired to write my own, so here we go!
Remember this is my own personal opinion on my favourite scenes and moments from Lord of the Rings, and you may think the order is wrong or be enraged that I haven't included your favourite scene but to be honest I haven't included half of my favourite scenes an
Pottermore Me: First Year
DOB: 20th March 1988
Hair: Light brown/ dark blonde in summer, dark brown in winter (purple during University)
Eyes: Grey/ blue
Years attended Hogwarts: 1999-2006
Favourite subject: Care of Magical Creatures
Least favourite subject: Transfiguration
Favourite Professor: Professor Hagrid
Least favourite Professor: Professor Binns
Best Subject: Care of Magical Creatures
Worst Subject: Divination
Boggart: Being bullied/ being rejected & unloved/ being left alone
Wand: Rowan, 12½ inches, dragon heartstring, surprisingly swishy
Pet: Tawny owl named Strix
Emma's Hogwarts acceptance letter arrived as somewhat of a shock, both to Emma and her Muggle parents (and much to her little brother's chagrin) as was the sudden appearance of Headmistress Professor McGonagall to explain to them about Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Though her parents were doubtful (her mother had already taken her out to buy her uniform for
What The Future Holds- Chapter TwoWhat The Future Holds
Tom, Harry, Danny and Dougie just stared at the strange girl who had suddenly appeared at the back door of their van. They were still in shock from the events that had occurred within the walls of No'go City; from being taken to see the Queen and being forced to perform for her, to actually fighting her cronies and finally the Queen herself in order to escape with some water, and their lives. Then the sudden sandstorm and falling through the seemingly solid earth into this tunnel, which they had no doubt were connected with the arrival of this girl, was too much for them to take in.
"What part of run don't you understand?" the girl said, before jumping in the van and hauling Dougie to his feet, pushing him out the door.
"Ow!" Dougie cried as he landed hard on his backside. "Why should we run? How do we know you're not with old Queen Blue Hair up there?"
The girl looked at Dougie with a stern expression, her eyes looking older than she did. "I have two
What The Future Holds- Chapter OneWhat The Future Holds
There was an almighty bang as the van's engine gave out and the vehicle juddered to halt on the vast plains just outside the city if No'go. The four occupants of the van looked at each other, each trying not to let their own panic show or register the fear on the other's faces.
"Tom! Get us the hell out of here!" yelled the youngest occupant of the van, as he turned in his seat to see a tall man in full body armour approaching the van wielding a large and vicious looking chainsaw.
"What do you think I'm trying to do Dougie?" Tom shouted back at him. "It's Danny's fault, he didn't fix the engine properly!"
Danny looked offended. "There was nothing wrong with the engine! We were out of water! If it's anyone's fault its Dougie's!"
"Will you guys stop arguing!" shouted Harry from the front passenger seat, trying to make himself heard over the wind that was suddenly gusting outside. "This is not helping our situation!"
"And what do you suggest we
You call meYou call me a freak
I say I'm unique
You call me crazy
I say sanity is overrated
You call me a sissy
I say I'm sensitive
And proud of it
You call me depressed
I say it's true
But I'm not ashamed of it
Five AMPre-dawn darkness again, seething, quiet
A monster hugging the city
How heavy, how suffocating it is
The clock has run down on time for dreaming
A void between night and morning
Ready to swallow everything up
A time for old men's reflections
On love, and loss, and sorrow
Oppressive black sky, you eat everything
But the all-night diner
Where lonely old men sit
Drinking coffee at five AM
QuicksandYou trapped me
Dragged me below the surface
And held me there
You chained me
Put brass around my ankles
And left me struggling
You broke me
Beat me with whips made of hate
And hurt me more
You changed me
Made me who you wanted
And killed me inside
You hid me
Stole me away from the light
And made me blind
You crushed me
Blew my dust in the wind
And danced on my grave
surrounding my body
And now I'm twenty feet under
With no chance of being saved
From Your 'Secret' AdmirerHeaven,
this is not a love letter
I will swear to God,
with a halo on my head
and a hole in my heart.
But the fact is I revere you
more than I have any right to.
After all, we are nothing except
who have awkward conversations.
So why is it that every time the line
falls silent I panic, worrying that your shadow
will make my efforts nothing but a distant memory,
when every word you speak strongly marks my mind?
Simple: I fear having something to lose
and losing the nothing I have. You are a
treasure to me, and this note becomes my confession.
Sincerely- I typed this, but I'm sure you'll recognize the handwriting.
give me a challenge, give me you.i have grown
the blood in my veins
have become more
than plasma, and i
am now trapped
within my own hollowed-out
this haze of
has to be transitory--
i can't let it be anything
Death, Judgment, RebirthLast Time in the ICU
Shadow rats, beady red eyes focused hungrily
Stay still too long and they’ll swarm
Sharp little teeth rending flesh
They know the sick and weak
They can wait
Tenth floor ICU, down with the disease again
He’s resting quietly, the nurse says
She looks like a huge black rat
Does she know what’s happening?
Closing the door
She walks away
Sweet childhood dreams are interrupted
Rats gnawing away at the edges
Toothy little kisses all over
Cleaning, cleansing scurry
Down to the bone
Sentenced to Live
Firelight, poker-faced patchwork man reading aloud
An old but vaguely familiar tome, his tone is somber
Was I one of the wicked? Weren’t we all?
Who can say that they were good?
Sentenced to live yet another life
I cry; I’ve had enough living
I want to sleep forever, leave my shell behind
To crumble to dust, useless, I won’t need it
Every door opens to the same world
Is this hell, then? The onl
are winter fire
that warms my body,
that stokes my heart.
is velvet gloss
through my hair,
under my shirt.
is silk screen
beneath my fingertips,
between my lips.
moves like ocean water,
washes over me,
floods every inch of me.
clinging to your cheeks,
puddling the pillow,
caught inside my kiss.
palm to palm with mine,
soft and breathy in my ear,
loud and gasping
against my mouth.
pressing against mine,
rising to meet me,
applauding in rhythm.
grasping at my shoulders,
sliding down my chest,
clinging to my skin.
squeezing me tightly.
arching up to me,
tilting back your chin,
pressing us so close.
undulating in excitement,
trembling in joy,
shivering with delight.
echoing inside my head,
calling out to the universe,
telling me everything.
tender and delicate,
~days eat days
like I eat potato chips
on a couch whose
springs have thrown out
their backs no longer able
to hold even the remote up.
it sinks between the seats like
I do every lonely saturday night
or every evening I can’t quite
make it to bed, cupped with
similar back problems,
a similar sag.
I’ve begun to
take after my furniture.
"the only unattractive curve,"
a girl once said to me with a few
desirable curves herself,
"is the one a person develops
in their back.”
we dated for a month and
she called me her
hunchback of notre dome
(it’s dame, babe.)
and I called her beautiful.
and nothing else.
but somehow her leaving did nothing
to straighten my bent back but
only managed to deepen
my parenthetical stance on
those who love me
(they don’t exist).
Arwen's PoemMy name is Arwen Undomiel, the Evenstar
I live in Rivendell
But I came from Lothlorien
From where I met Aragorn
My Love and My King
But he cannot see that.
He leaves with the Fellowship
He leaves me alone
With a choice to make
To live a hundred lifetimes half lived
Or have the life of a mortal
But lived so full of joy.
My father persuades me to leave
Before it is too late
So I make for the Havens
Along the way I see my husband and my son
I ride back to Rivendell
I cannot abandon hope so easily.
My strength fails as the Dark Lord rises
But the Ringbearer succeedes
And the King Returns
I come back to my love
And we are married
To live out our mortal lives in peace and happyness.
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