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Rain rain, go away
Teapots and Pancakes
With a war cry worthy of Gangues Carn, I launched myself at the heartless being that was James Potter.
Waking up to Lace
I loved the Burrow. I loved the slight rickety look it had, the old rooms no one went into, filled with family secrets. I loved the apple orchard, the messy garden, and even the old ghoul in the attic. It felt like a home.
Chocolates and Jellyfish
“It just had that kind of jellyfishy taste, you know?”
I want to bear your furture children. "Nothing," I answered lightly. "Nothing at all."
“I see a big headed git. He is strutting about the school, looking down on people who are in reality much better than him, but on whom he thinks to hold superiority. His hand reaches up to ruffle his hair, messing it up even more and giving him the look of an unshowered hobo-”
Suds, Tears, and Stolen Stars
“Who’s a genius?” he asked smugly when he reached us.
Bright lights and Pissed off Veelas
SWEET MOTHER OF MERLIN WHAT THE SHOE IS HAPPENING TO THE WORLD!?
Various feelings of disgust and panic rose to my throat, and I scooted to the very edge of the bed, feeling my legs, waist and chest:
Blonde Bimbos and Liquorish Wands
“YOU’RE MY PROBLEM, POTTER!” I yelled, ignoring the small crowd that was beginning to from around us. “YOU THINK YOU’RE ALL THAT AND A BAG OF CHIPS, WHEN REALLY, YOU’RE NOT EVEN ONE CHIP! NOT EVEN HALF A CHIP! I KNOW SOME CHIPS THAT ARE MUCH, MUCH BETTER THAN YOU CAN EVER HOPE TO BE!”
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