Once upon a time there was a wonderful story called Harry Potter. The story was not thousands and thousands of hours long, it was not prejudice or demanding, nor boastful or self-righteous. In fact, it was a simple story. It was a tale of an orphaned boy who thought he was alone in the world, and destined to be so forever. He soon discovered that friendship, love and family were waiting for him at an odd little place called Hogwarts. His friends and his foes fought valiantly through seven years of school, discovering that weaknesses could be overcome and strength could be encouraged through...
Edward and bella go to a railway station during one rainy day in london. They meet harry and ginny there,
( bella is not changed into a vampire yet )
Edward: bella love, close your eyes please!
Bella: why edward?
(thinks to himself)
Edward : just yesterday I had promised her that she was the prettiest one I have ever seen, but here here is ginny who looks so pretty. And bella should better stay away from harry, or she will ditch me like jake..
( meanwhile harry is using legilimence when edward is busy thinking )
So, I was buzy making picks to decide your favourite Tri-wizard champion, and I've decided to show the results in a countdown!
4. Fleur Delacour In at number 4 is Fleur! She was always going to be last, with you calling her 'a twit', 'over-the-top feminine' and 'little miss perfect'. She lost you guys pretty badly, but I don't think she did too bad in the tornament, but hey, that's just my opinion.
3. Viktor Krum At number 3, Krum! This Bulgarian seeker seemed to annoy alot of you, including me! Whether it was because he seemed 'bleh' (your words), or because of the friction it caused between Ron...
This is a fanfiction about Lord Voldemort returning as a ghost, and he meets Albus Potter. I'm still working on it, but here's chapter one! And please don't steal my idea!
The Dark Lord tightened his hold on the Elder Wand. This was it; he would finally kill Harry Potter. “Avada Kedavra!” he shouted, aiming the spell at Potter. A green light burst from the tip of his wand, but at that moment, Potter had said, “Expelliarmus!” And so green and red collided. There was a flash, and Lord Voldemort fell. His spell had backfired, failing him; he was dead. The next thing he knew, everywhere around...