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A Prologue of Sorts
I slammed my fist into Malfoy's nose. “JESUS! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!”
Rescue Plans, Dark Wizards, and....Chocolate?
And nailed to the wooden plaque was a skull still wearing a crown. It seemed like we had found out what’d happened to Old Skele’s head. The skull’s hollow eyes seemed to stare sinisterly down at us. In a quick motion, its bony jaw moved and the skull whispered maliciously, “I see you.”
Getting School Supplies Has Never Been This Fun
“However fun it may seem, exploding things isn’t an option,” Zelda said flatly. “Especially not a street in bright daylight.”
The Welcome Feast Gets [REALLY] Messed Up
I closed my eyes meditatively and thought out my entire Plan. The Plan I had been formulating ever since Al had told me how mean and nasty Malfoy had been to them. I opened my eyes and stared directly at him and Jag. “No, it’s going to be you two. I’m going to make you boys the distraction.”
Blame the Blond
“So, Malfoy, I wouldn’t put it past you to retaliate against Weasley somehow.” McGonagall finished. “I believe your actions caused Weasley and the others to plan out a quite well-thought out prank that ended you and your friends up with afros and tails.”
The Potter Strikes Back
Jag coughed. “Al and I decided that Rose has to do two pranks. Not just one.”
The Paintball Gun of Doom
From the high steps of the marble staircase, we watched the entire Entrance Hall go up in flames, gray smoke, and multicolored, rainbow sparks. It was a beautiful scene really. The smoke brought tears to my eyes. Who could’ve thought that I had the ability to set off a mini-gay Vesuvius in the Hogwarts Entrance Hall….
I Believe I Can Fly
I blinked. Kai Evergreen + physical labor? “Since when do YOU want play a SPORT?” I asked in an incredulous voice.
The Voices Speak To Me Over Waffles
“Rose?” Liam’s eyes widened. “What did I do?”
Drag Queen Halloween
“You can’t seriously be this stupid, Jaggy.” I said in a dry voice. “She has a ballerina outfit. You’re not wearing any clothes. What do you think she’s going to do?”
The Mother of the Enemy
Rose Weasley + Malfoy + [two weeks x same house] = Rose Weasley + Dead.
Le Fantôme de l'Opéra
“His dad could be the metaphorical Phantom!”
I fought my inward panic. “But that’s ridiculous! He can’t fail me for not falling in love!”
Irene suddenly looked furious. “That chicken is your grandfather, Jag!”
Madame Jagneaux gave one look at the gigantic cauldron and her expression turned into a scowl. “What iz dees trash? Eet looks like a cesspool of feces.”
The Last Stand of the Shower Perv
“Yes. I would like you to fix her marriage with Irene’s son.”
Buy Me A Dog Bone
“Hello, Miss Weasley, Mr. Malfoy,” the bloke said, giving us a smarmy grin. “You have made me the happiest reporter in all of England.”
A Business Proposition
“I’m a very persuasive stalker, oh yes, I am!” Adrian said with a laugh. “I had to kneel on the pavement for several hours a day and throw up confetti whenever she poked her head out of the window. That didn’t work so I followed her to her apartment and picketed the area with signs.”
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