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Infamous Sirius. B Chapter 1
It was a beautiful, late autumn morning with sunny, clear skies for the students and staff
of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Most of them had yet to experience the
sight and smell of morning dew glass and wild flowers swaying softly in the light breeze
which surrounded their castle shaped school, for they were just waking up and getting
dressed in their uniforms for a new day of classes.
One of these magical students went by the name of James Potter; a mischievous boy of
remarkable talent that he was known throughout the school for misusing. He woke up,
stretching his lean figure and scratching his head full of short wild black hair. Taking his
glasses from the bedside table, he placed them on his nose and sat up, scanning the room
sleepily with his hazel eyes.
His friend Remus Lupin was already up and about, fixing the tie of his uniform so that it
was just a bit loose around his neck. His light brown hair was neatly brushed, though no
matter what the boy did to brush his
CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG(One-shot , Rating: T)
Genres: Drama, Young Adult
Warnings: Strong Language and Violence
Characters: Harry, Hermione, Dumbledore, Draco, Pansy, OC
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Draco/Pansy
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"Get out of my way you filthy mudblood whore!" Shout out Pansy Parkinson. I didn't even know what I did, but she must have thought I did something.
"What are you talking about Parkinson?" I asked her, still not fully understanding.
"Well, what is there to say? First of all, you got Pothead and Weasel Boy at your every command, but if that's not enough, you still had to tempt my Drakie!" she shouted, very enraged.
"I DID WHAT? Why in bloody hell would I want Malfoy? You
Secret Diaries of Prof. BinnsIf this record ever meets eyes other than my own, it will only be long after even my shade has vanished from this world, for the questions it poses are not ones to simply be browsed at leisure. I had hoped to one day include these questions in the day-to-day class schedule, but it seems that regulation and the traditional whimsy of the wizarding world are not up to the challenge of even accepting them as valuable queries.
We wizards, with our memory-siphoning, fire-shooting, and rubbish-cleaning, fail to realize the ultimate question posed by our very existence: Where did magic come from?
The most common answer will be that magic has always been here; that is as a much a force of nature as light or gravity. That much may be so, especially when such great pains are taken to conceal its' presence from Muggles.
But where did it start? When did the first person, wandless, lash out with their as-then-unknown power and trigger the creation a new wo
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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