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ghostsHogwarts was different now that it had been when she had attended the school as a student, though not in the obvious ways. After all, students entering now were not to know that once there hadn't been so many ghosts haunting the corridors, that half the ghosts that now floated across the grounds were as recent as just a generation ago.
Lots of the muggleborns found these ghosts creepy and disturbing, but to Hermione they were a comfort. After all, it was nice to know that a lot of her friends would never leave her, even if they were only there because they hadn't been ready to move on.
She was one of the last survivors of the second war, al
if ever skins fanficThe grave yard is serene, quiet and peaceful as the summer night begins to close in around it. The heat seems almost to press down on the silent stones, as if a great weight is being borne down on them from the skies, forcing the inhabitants of the graves ever deeper into the cold earth. However this heat isn't bad, it feels good, especially for the young girl sitting silently by the side of one of the graves, her arms clutched tightly around her swollen belly. She's sat here now every night for the past six months, sometimes only for an hour, but often for the full night. This is her vigil, a promise she made to herself the day they buried h
Up To No GoodThe spot would have been unrecognisable if you didn't know what it was, and non of the students now walking the corridors of the school did. But there was one spot, down a piece of corridor and just around the corner from a long tapestry on the third floor which had become marked over the years with scrawls and the signs of many students.
A small piece of swamp marked this patch, a swamp which it was said had once sat on the fifth floor corridor, though over the years no-one could quite remember why that was, or how it had been moved. It was just one of the other oddities of Hogwarts, this little patch of swamp and the graffiti of years past
Fat LadyShe was so proud of that girl, as she was of all her students, all of those who had passed through her portrait over the years. She didn't know why but she somehow always thought of them as her students, even though she had no more claim on them than anyone else.
She was one of her favourites of all time though, she was one who would always stick out in her mind even yaers after she was gone. While she might not have left the biggest impact on the school in her time there, she had the intelligence and diligance which made the painting more proud than she had ever been. After all, even Dumbledore and Potter had hardly made as big an impact on
writing challenge - abandonedi walked away, all those months ago
Abandoned my old life, started fresh and became
This new person, who I am today, and yet
I still regret, at times of hardship
Doing what I did, i ran from my troubles
And into this new life, was it a mistake?
For so long I questioned, where to i belong
Where am I going, what's it all for, when
Will i stop and find my home, leaving
You all behind was just another step to find myself
To find my life, to become who i always
Dreamed of being, who i am now.
I may have abandoned you, time and time again
But my heart belongs to you, and you alone
Your crooked streets, your trees and parks
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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