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Hello everyone! Oh please, common in! Here, have some delicious hot baked cookies with a refreshing glass of butterbeer! Make yourself feel at home. :cheers: This is my second fanfiction on Snitchseeker. The first one is "The Hands of Time" in the Epics and Adventures section.

If you are new to this fanfiction, expect to read a variety of different stories based on the bittersweet moments in the life of not one, but several Harry Potter characters. So in other words, this story is not necessarily only focused on one particular character. Maybe that's what makes it exciting and unexpected at times. Expect surprises!

Disclaimer:

I would like to give credit to author JK Rowling who has created the wonderful world of Harry Potter which has been a source of entertainment and inspiration for generations to come.

Chapter Guide:

Love/Hatred, a Riddle
Silent Suffering/ Loud Laughter
Wholly Moon
Obscured, underlying sentiment
Two Sides to a Coin
Hunted By the Prey
Mischief Managed
Resisting the inner Grim


Love/Hatred, a Riddle
His heart skipped a beat as he turned around a corner of the corridor and came face to face with “her”. His eyes locked on hers for a moment too long. Look away! He couldn’t. He couldn’t resist those captivating black eyes which were sucking his sole in like a black hole. He tried to keep it together and stand firm on the spot. Perhaps for once in his life, he was prevailed over by someone else. It was not making any sense and he was not allowing it to become sensible. Look away! And so he did.

“Oh I’m so sorry,” he excused himself rather timidly as he stopped in his track and moved aside allowing her to pass by. His movements were rather jumpy and he didn’t like that. He must have looked like a fool. She smiled her dazzling smile and thanked him for moving out of her way. The corner of his lip twitched. Unwillingly, he imitated her and smiled back. He assumed that it was the right sort of response, yet something felt wrong. He was confused, that’s what it was. He was confused of his own feelings.

He mustn’t let his heart give in to this new emotion so easily. No, no! It’s dangerous! Call it love if you will, but that sort of thing is for the weak, the ones with feeble will and those who are easily persuaded by others. He however, was strong-minded and he ought to continue carrying out his purpose with unwavering determination. Giving in to love was like an obstacle which stood in his way to success. He owned his life and so it was all about him. He strongly believed in the ideology that only the selfish will win. It’s a selfish world and so in order to survive and to grasp power and authority, he must be selfish as well. He only, a life about him, a life centered around him, a life without her.

He couldn’t see how she would tie into this picture, the image of him on the peak of a mountain, holding the cup of victory and looking down, way down on those bowing before him, those too weak to climb up this steep slope, in other words, his servants. He could suddenly imagine her amongst them and so his heart froze. A cold sense of displeasure and revulsion crept upon his core being, overshadowing the initial warm feeling that he was so unfamiliar with. Now he felt more comfortable as if he could fit better in his own skin. He was neither cared for nor loved by others, and so he didn’t see any reason why he’d have to love anyone else. He was a vengeful young man, yet he did not beg for pity. In his eyes, the pitiful were the lovers.

He stared into her deep black eyes and she suddenly went rigid and her smile faded. Worry and fear replaced it. He wasn’t sure of what was shown by his expression but whatever that it was, it had clearly seemed vile and repulsive.

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A group of innocent people were bowed by force before him. He was at the peak of power, enjoying his supremacy. His wand swished frantically from left to right, almost as if acting on its own will. He could no longer decide whether if he had control over the spells that he ranted unstoppably. Bodies after bodies lay unconscious down on the floor. It was like drinking a glass of water; to him, it felt fulfilling and pleasurable. He laughed madly as he watched his last victims fall down before him as if he was playing a game of bowling and rolling the ball directly into the central target of the pins.

Then it came down to his last victim. Before he could call out the curse which was right on the tip of his tongue, she looked up into his eyes. He felt like in that instant all the energy was drained out of him. His heart stopped and the wand in his hand almost slipped from in between his fingers. It was “her”!

He couldn’t take it; it was too much for him to bear. He agreed; he was weak, too weak to stand those dark, mystifying eyes. “Avada Kadavra!” And so those eyes were closed for ever and with them was buried love.

He dissaparated and ran, ran away. He ran into no particular destination. He only ran for he could not stand in the presence of that sight. Once out of view of any audience, he fell down to his knees, sank his fingers into the damp earth, filled his lung with a good load of air and let out a loud holler, a scream that drained his whole being. His cry reached the sky and echoed around the field, bounced back and reached his own ear. It struck even himself to notice how much agony and burden it had carried. For once in a very long time, tear drops escaped both his eyes. He let them flow.


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Author's note: Any guesses on who the character is? Also please comment if you liked the first chapter, I don't bite!

Oooh I like this beginning. But I have no idea who the character is.

Anyway, I'll stalk this thread.

Ooh my first reader!!! Feel free to stalk this thread any time my friend. I welcome stalkers not that I'm a stalker myself It's alright, I knew it'd be a hard one. Hint: Look to the top! The name... *cough cough*


Silent Suffering/ Loud Laughter
It was done; it was over, at least in their eyes. “Congratulations,” they all said, “you finished him for once and for all!” He smiled and could only accept their praising. He was accustomed to it all; one always had to be recognized as the hero. So many hands that reached out to shake his, so many outstretched arms that longed to embrace him, so many cameras that constantly snapped pictures of him, and yet he could only put on a fake smile and endure the unwanted attention. Flashes of the cameras irritated him; at times he almost lost control of his posture and wanted to seize the device and break it in half. Yet he contained himself and only smiled at the photographers.

“Goodness me, you still look exhausted,” and so they forced food down his throat, as if that would invigorate him. Yes he was ill, but in order to cure his illness one had to reach to his soul and sew the deep wound that stretched across his heart. It was painful. It itched, it twitched, and it felt hollow yet overflowed with emotions. So many emotions that he could not make sense of them all at once threatened to drown him, yet he kept it together and contained himself before it would burst and engulf him entirely. It was however chewing on him from the inside, a soundless and a slow process that only made it so much worse.

The natural reaction to this silent suffering would perhaps be to cry. Anyhow, that’s what you’d do to relieve yourself if there was a great deal for you to bear alone. There was only so much that one individual could stand. Even for the master of endurance that he was, he never had to put up with such a circumstance. This went beyond his capacity. Yet he was numb and his eyes had dried out.

On the bright side—as everyone continuously reminded him—their main struggle was over, they had won the battle over evil; most of them had survived. Most, but not all… Another slash to his heart. He grinded his teeth and remained quiet. He only wished that his chest would cut open and from the gap would escape his heart. At least that way he’d not be able to feel anymore. Not to feel… it must be so much easier. Those who did not make it can rest in peace now; they have nothing to worry about. They have moved on. Yet he happened to have survived through it all and had witnessed their loss. Sometimes, death is so much easier than survival. It’s painless and quick. The deceased move on, while the survivors are trapped in their conscious body. They can feel, hence they suffer.

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He was not truly struck by the realization of how heavy his survival had weighed on him and how profound the affect of that incident was until the third night. Exactly three nights after the epic battle, as all across the Wizarding World festivities were thrown and glasses of fire whisky were raised to the name of the boy who had survived and saved them all, he was hit hard. He was shell shocked.

His feeble body shook like a leaf, he threw a tantrum and yelled on the top of his lungs as he laid there sleeping on his bed. He gripped hard onto his bed sheet. His face and neck were drenched in sweat.

“Someone wake him!” the girl in long ginger silky hair cried. But everyone was afraid to get near him. They assumed that it would pass, yet felt uncertain of what they ought to do in order to help him. Really it is not an easy situation to be in, they were at loss for what to do. It was a horrific image of the once cheerful boy they knew to be their best friend, now breaking apart so miserably. They had seen him in a down mood and in agony, yet this was much worse than any of the previous situations. They could only watch in terror. This was exactly what they had dreaded.

In the morning he could not remember any of it. They asked him whether he recalled his dream and he only denied of ever having a nightmare or doing any of the stuff they mentioned. There was only one thing that he could pronounce. “It hurts.” While everyone asked for which part of his body he was referring to, only the girl in ginger hair understood and responded, “it will get better… eventually.”



-Ava. G-

I love this part as well.

Riddle? Ginger hair? Hmmm.

Oh they are both amazing and beautifully writen

First guess is number one is old Voldy, but I am not positive
I am still trying to figure out two, I first thought Harry but now I am doubting that

PAMS it is so fun to read I can't wait for more!

I have to say I love this thread, and I agree with sarahb the first one appears to be Tom 'Riddle' and the second would be Harry Potter? P A M S!!

Well thats good. I am not alone with my ideas.

Wholly Moon
There soundlessly slept two infants within the cradle of the crescent moon, joint by the same womb to their origin. The cradle rocked back and forth, and the babies dreamt in colour. Their world was at peace. “Hush little baby, don’t say a word, mama’s gonna buy you a Mokeskin pouch …”

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“Ready to test some wild-fire Whiz-Bangs?” He was asked by a familiar voice. He looked down on himself and automatically reached for his throat. Then his head darted towards where he assumed the voice had come from.

He saw himself, no more clearly his identical companion and instantly a bright smile flashed across his face. “Just as a long as it’s a mini blast, then I’m in. ‘Cause you know, I’m just such an innocent fellow, can’t help it!” and they both laughed from the bottom of their hearts. He was happy.

He was afraid to look away, assuming that if he did, his lookalike would vanish in a mist. Together they made their way to the outdoor setting. The cool breeze ruffled his hair. He took a deep breath and smiled to himself. It was hard to get rid of the grin, he wanted to smile forever. Outside, it was bright as if daylight was cast upon them, even though it was during the night hours judging by the dark sky. And as he stole a look towards the outstretched dome, he was stunned to see at least thousands of bright shimmering dots spread in a cluttered fashion that illuminated the sky like glitter dusts. It was a sight to behold. He felt as if he was looking through a telescope. The image seemed so fantastical and enchanting for it to be real. Or was it real? His heart sank.

He threw a quick glance towards where his best mate was standing moments ago and he was nowhere to be seen. He knew it; it was too good to be true. Once again, he was quick to judge as this time he felt movements on his left hand side. He looked in the opposite direction and exhaled with relief. Wow! His best buddy seemed more beautiful and radiant than he ever remembered seeing him. That gave him confidence; surely he must have looked just as handsome.

His companion then beamed and looked up to the sky; the twinkle in his eye grew brighter. “It’s beautiful,” he spoke gently. He was confused at first; not knowing of what his pal had been referring to. He wanted to look up too and see it for himself, but a part of him protested against it. What if this was his last chance to see him? But his curiosity triumphed and so he gazed up too.

The first thing that ran through his mind too was, indeed, it is beautiful. The radiant full moon illuminated the entire sky. It took the centre of the stage amongst all the striking stars. It was bright, it was huge, and more importantly it was full…

From the corner of his eyes he noticed his best buddy bend down and pull out several objects which he recognized as fireworks from inside a collecting box. Together they casted stunning spells towards the tube like objects that they had set down on the ground. They burst all at once and bright coloured spark shot out from all directions. They created spectacular patterns ranging from rockets with long tails of silver stars to sparklers that divided in all directions and flowed down like a waterfall. He was mesmerized by the sight and could only watch in awe as the fireworks filled in the empty spaces of the sky and danced with the stars.

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Hi eyes flashed open and the sudden silence replaced the sound of joyful explosions. His eyes rummaged around and gradually adjusted to this new setting which was also darker than what he was seeing moments ago. He sat with his back against the wall and his arms hugging tightly around his legs. He was confused. Then he vaguely made out the outline of his identical seated right across where he sat. Another relief and he smiled once again. His companion smiled too.

Seconds ticked by and little by little a bitter feeling crept upon him. His smile faded and so did the other's. His vacant expression was reflected on his best pal’s face. He reached up a hand and placed it on the side of his head where he felt an empty hole. His lookalike copied his every move. Then the truth slapped him across the face. It was only a dream and the young man he was seeing in front of him was not his best buddy, it was his own misty figure reflected in the mirror. On the corner of the mirror he noticed another reflection coming from the window right over his head… a half moon.



-Ava. G-

Oh goodness i have no idea. Actually i first thought fred and george but as i read on it made no sense so i am still working on it.

PAMSies

I believe i read your other FF? or part of it,

Now i'm reading this one
And i think it's really really really good!
The first chapter was Lord Voldemort/Tom Riddle of course (:
The second chapter was Harry?
And the third chapter was of course Fred/George ?

pamspamspams

Eviee <3

Obscured, underlying sentiment
Another branch grew out from the ancient tree.

“He’s adorable,”

“What a blessing,”

“He looks like his daddy,”

And when it came down to the last member of the guests who had been observing their bubbly get-together from a corner of the jam-packed room, everyone keenly turned around to look at her expression, expecting her to show just as much enthusiasm when in a somewhat dull tone she shortly remarked, “He’s pure.” Well, that meant a huge approval at least by her standards.

So maybe their first encounter wasn’t much exciting but as time progressed and days past, there were more occasions that she had to stand his presence. Being the aunt of this newborn, the responsibility came with it, however unwilling; she did still have to put on a fake smile and raise her voice to two higher octaves when it came to addressing the baby. It was like sprinkling excessive sugar on top of a cake, too much sweetness for her taste. Yuk!

She couldn’t see any justified purpose behind her sister’s pregnancy. What good would it do other than wine, screech, and burp all day? This whole situation proved to be a dilemma. This tiny… thing couldn’t possibly have any productive means at these sensitive times when their master was on the rise. Unless if they’ve already thought of his advantages. Was she missing some crucial point they’ve already got it figured out? Otherwise if it makes the Dark Lord satisfied, then she’d have a go as well. As a loyal servant, she’d do anything to gratify his master, even when it came down to sacrificing so much as giving birth to a worthless infant.

Deep in thought, while she blankly stared at her sister as she changed her son’s diaper, her name was called twice and by the third call she was brought out of her temperate daze and looked up with a start. Oh gross!

“What?” She blurted out aggressively.

“You realize you’ve poured half the bottle of the baby oil over your hair, do you?” she remarked with a smirk.

“Wha… no I mean, that was completely intentional, it makes my hair shiny, see!” she said jumpily as she dried off the mess she’d created with her wand. Her long black locks were drenching wet. Argh! The baby began to cry in an ear piercing voice. She secretly cursed him under her breath.

And then it struck a chord with her. This thing wasn’t so worthless after all! As she did the math in her mind, she finally reached the conclusion that three servants is always better than two. So that’s where they were going with their plan. Of course the Dark Lord would be satisfied. Another pure blood added to their population, the more the better and thus the most productive.

“You realize he can be of great use to us? We get slow by the old age and it’s the young new force that has to take our place and carry out the mission…” She spoke out her sudden trail of thoughts and waved her hands in the air with exaggeration.

“You’re not telling me we should give him a wand and teach him to start dueling now, do you?” her sister laughed out at the idea. Talk about bursting someone’s bubble. Her name was called from behind the closed door of the room. “You mind watching after him? I’ll be back in a minute,” her voice drained as she left the room. Two steps back and she turned around uncertainly, worry revealing in her expression. “You’ll be careful with him, will you?” And with that she left the room, opened the door again to peak from behind it, and then closed them for the third time, leaving her flabbergasted sister gaping after her.

The baby burst out crying again, this time in an alarming tone. The dark haired woman circled herself, not quite knowing how to silence this torturing noise.

“Hey look, look!” she desperately called as she pointed her wand at the chandelier and made it spin. Light was reflected on the crystals and it casted sparkling beams of rainbow coloured light on the walls. Then it trembled. The baby shook with fear and began to cry once more. “Look at auntie!” She didn’t give up. And so she pointed the wand at her eyes and made her pupils a shade of yellow. Then it turned white. The baby almost chocked from crying so hard. It moved its arms and legs around frantically.

She stood there at a loss for what to do, and then a brilliant idea came to her mind. With a snap of her finger their loyal house elf appeared crouched down at her foot. It did not dare to look up at her face.

“At your service, master!” He said in a tiny quavering voice.

“Get up you good for nothing fool!” She demanded as she kicked him in the guts. He fell back and doubled over in pain.

“Shut him up, quickly!” She pushed, her frustration rising by the minute. The baby fell silent before the elf had even the chance to get involved. He still obeyed his master and made his way across the room to where the baby lay. “No, no wait!” she protested. Not only did the baby stop crying, it was looking at his aunt with curious eyes, his tiny fingers reaching out towards her, there was a longing in his cool gray eyes which was inexplicable.

“Mama!” he spoke very clearly. There was no fraction of doubt about it, she had heard right. She had frozen still and at that instant moment she felt as if her soul flew directly into those eyes and she saw herself in them. A girl around the age of five, cuddled in her mother’s protective arms. Her mother’s touch reverberated within every cell of her body as she played with her daughter’s hair. She could remember it very clearly, as if it was happening right before her eyes. A distant memory lingering in the back of her mind, she was astounded by this vivid image that had stayed with her after so many years. It felt like forever ago.

Unconsciously she had taken a few steps towards the baby. He smiled and waved his arms and legs as if wanting her to lift him up. His petite round face was as delicate as cotton and his white blonde hair was as soft as feather. There was a purity and innocence about him that she could not define. With that simple word, he had touched a very soft spot within her. She was unfamiliar with this feeling, yet deep down, she felt as if it had always been in her, buried in her heart and dust of the old age lay over it, like a book which has never been read.

She extended a finger and the baby enfolded his tiny fragile fingers around it. She did not realize the tears that had welled up behind her eyes.

“Master, are you alright?” asked the elf in a stunned voice.

Not having realized that they were not alone in the room, her head darted towards where the elf stood still in a bowed position and she threw a stunning spell towards his direction. He was thrown in the air and span on the spot, hit the opposite wall, comically slipped down on the floor and did not budge. The baby’s cry drilled her eardrums once more. She screamed at his face. You know everyone has those occasional mood swings, right? So there was nothing out of the ordinary. Not even close!



-Ava. G-

Oh yet again I love it. These are so amazing. I think the character is Bellatrix.

Great job. Pams

Sarah

I was going to say the character was Bella, right?
Brilliantly written and i enjoyed reading this
PAMS

Eviee <33

Hey my awesome readers. I personally really enjoyed writing this particular entry. As usual, please let me know of who you think the character is and if you have any suggestions for later entries. Thank ya'll!

Two Sides to a Coin
“Welcome!” the woman enthused as she gave him a friendly hug. It took them long to break apart, he wanted to stay in her arms forever. He never thought he would ever again get the chance to look in the emerald green. He sniffed on the scarlet mane of long silky locks and relished the fragrance that he was so familiar with. The scent of lilies reawaked so many memories of his past, of a person he used to be, of an old friend he knew so well, or not so well. He only began to read the concealed text behind the cover of this thick book. Poor guy, he never really knew how unfaithful time was until he was betrayed by it quite unexpectedly. However, it already felt like so long ago. It seemed silly to dwell on the past, what has happened will never be undone. Time only moves forward and speaking of time, he had plenty to his benefit.

He felt young, younger than he had ever felt. He had finally stepped over the threshold of life and here he stood with the road of forever trailed in front of him, he had a long way to go. He smiled. Perhaps it was time for him to move on and leave behind the desires he once fantasized upon in his life held in captivity of restrictions and boundaries. He had already crossed that stage of existence and now he was free to create and live the impossible. A smile of satisfaction lit up on his face. She smiled along with him. Their silence carried so many unsaid words, words which he had kept quite in his head for so long to speak them at this particular moment, yet he kept quite. It felt just right. He had no regrets. And she understood. Sometimes a mute conversation conveyed its message much better than any invented words or many pages of text. She felt what he felt and that was enough.

There he stood standing face to face with a woman he loved all his waking life. His love had for the most part paralleled a hatred which was inevitable. Only now did he realize loathing towards the one who loves your beloved is wrong. Destiny had formulas, sometimes some absurd formulas. You don’t necessarily have to be good in math to understand it. You would eventually.

Speaking of the devil, there he was. He walked out from the mist and stood beside her. They stared. Some things would never change, even after the end. He took in a deep breath, gathered his courage and like a real man stepped forward. A real man accepts failure, but strangely enough he did not feel like a loser. For once, he met his match as equals. They had nothing to lose; they had both moved passed their hostility. He held out his hand and the man who once used to be his rival shook it.

“Thank you for everything,” the man said.

“Don’t mention it. It was not by force, I cared as well.” He explained to his defense. The man was taken aback. He smiled a smile which was strikingly similar to his youngster. Then his forehead creased. It looked as if he was undergoing an internal conflict to put his thoughts into words. Then when he found the right word to speak he simply said, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you’ve done nothing wrong. In fact, I should be the one to apologies. My faith lies in your hands. You are free to make your decision. Am I forgiven brother?” A silence followed. The woman and the man exchanged meaningful looks and then they spoke in unison.

“By all means.”

And with that they walked in separate directions, the woman hand in hand with her partner and the lone man towards the light.

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He curled in the corner of a page in the centre of his potions text book, not quite paying attention to what he was doing. The sound of the professor’s voice was monotonous and he no longer made the effort to keep track of what he was saying. The voices of the students who spoke out to participate by answering questions were lost in the background. His chin resting on one hand and with the other hand he started tapping his quill onto the crumpled parchment.

Someone nudged him from one side which caused his head to slip off of his hand and spill over the ink on top of his essay.

“What?” he demanded in an irritated tone.

“He’s calling you,” his classmate gestured to the front of the class where the professor gave him a questioning glare and frowned at the mess he had created on his desk.

“Well as it appears, all this time I was speaking to myself and you were in the least bit interested in what I had to teach you after a half an hour worth of my occasional long lectures. Pity, I did think it’d fascinate you as much as it enthralled me. How discouraging. And unfortunately my excitement has ceased with your uncharacteristic behaviour. So—” he paused purposely with an implying edge to his voice, “you have any justified excuse to your defense?” he smirked and tightened his gaze on the boy.

It seemed like he wasn’t the only one who had gone quite. The whole class fell silent in anticipation to his response. Not a pin drop could be heard and all the eyes which were staring at him from all sides felt like penetrating needles. It did not take long for the silence to be broken by a familiar voice he detested with all his life.

“Well sir, its obvious isn’t it? If you ask me, I think he’s love sick!” Laughter erupted from all corners of the classroom. He grinded his teeth and clutched his fist reflexively. He could hear them calling him the same names he had got used to hearing over time. It appeared like everyone was making fun of him except one person. He looked at her from the corner of his eyes and she buried her head in her text book.

The rest of the class dragged more quietly than before. His feet itched with the desire to get up and leave as soon as the professor dismissed the whole class. He didn’t look anyone in the eye. Then just as the class ended, he immediately got up to dart out of the door when a voice kept him rooted to the spot. He turned around in response to his name being called and she stood a meter away from him, hugging her text book and binders across her chest. She did not look up at him. Though he couldn’t help but stare.

“I need to talk to you. Meet me by the paved courtyard at seven.” And with that she left the classroom. Just as she brushed past him in a swift, a tiny folded paper fell out of her binder. She took no notice of it. He made to retrieve it from the ground before footsteps ran over it but once he got up, too late she was already gone.

Out of curiosity he stayed behind in class and unfolded the paper to see what was written in there. It was her smooth cursive handwriting; there was no doubt about that. He allowed his wondering eyes to peek further. Soon he was reading the whole text. It was a letter.

“I know when you will be reading this, it’s already too late. I should have let you known earlier. After so long, I can no longer risk keeping my feelings a secret for the fear losing you—” his heart skipped a beat. Surely she was talking about him. That’s probably what she was planning to tell him by the courtyard. His pounding heart rate picked up in paste and he quickly read on. “I’m afraid that if I don’t tell you this now, someone else will. I know I’m not the only one captivated by your brilliance. You sure know how to charm women. I love you…” there went his hopes crashing down with a loud shatter. He could almost hear the sound of his heart breaking into pieces.

No it mustn’t be true. Why was the name of this idiot printed down instead of his? He read and reread the name. Then the realization sank in. He had high expectations. Of course she never loved him, and he was too lost in his fantasies to assume that she did. He was not brilliant, not popular, and most certainly did not know how to charm women. He was a loser. At least that’s what he used to think when he was mistaken. Destiny plays nasty games.



-Ava. G-

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Ooh really good (:
No idea whom it might be though...
PAMS!

Eviee <33

Oh don't worry. I'm sure you'll get it. I'll give you a slight hint though.

The woman is Lily but I am stuck between James or Sev the beginning seemed like James but I think I will stick with Sev because of the lovesick comment.
Pams

***Sarah***

I enjoyed writing this entry as well, so likewise I hope you enjoy reading it.

Hunted By the Prey
Her consoling eyes were locked on his. He felt like they were penetrating him, looking through the window to his soul and discovering his hidden secrets, those which were already exposed for the world to see. A chill ran up his spine, he shivered. With every single word one spoke to him, he searched for a double meaning. He took offence at the most simple of remarks. He lived inside his own protective shell, dismissing all outside association and breaking free of any bonds which compelled him to share his ugly nature.

Yet she held on. Was it she who was not letting go or was it his own heart which did not have the nerve to let go? He knew he was being selfish but this was simply his one and only chance. It was as lucky as he could get. How could he turn down good fortune when it only knocks on your door once? A part of him yearned for her attention and love. He needed to be cared for. He wanted her by his side. It was need, not only personal desire. He needed her comforting shoulders to lean on.

Thus far, his life had been devastated. He had no choice but accept the fact that the rest of his miserable life would follow the same routine, so he might as well make the best of it. He would lose patience and endurance by growing old. His young years were over when he had enough strength to make it through the tough times. He shuddered at the thought of it. Even after so long, he was disturbed by his own flaw, yet his best of friends always had to find a way to deem it as tolerable. One named it his furry little problem and now she was calling it—

“An illness like any other. It can be treated. You impose no threat, I can assure you…” How disgusting! He averted his gaze and pinched the tip of his nose. This was no time to lose it. She already knew about the ugly truth, there was no need to build up on the accuracy of her insight. It only made him look less bearable. So he composed himself and looked back up, again her intense stare made him feel more uncomfortable to speak with a straight face. What was it that he was detecting? Was it a twinkling trace of adoration in her glossy eyes? It hurt him to realize how far she had fallen into the wolf’s trap.

“And I expect that by now you have fully familiarized yourself with the side effects?” There was a sarcastic edge to his voice.

Nevertheless, she smiled and responded, “More than you imagine. I love you and that should be enough for the world to approve. It only comes down to you now. Do you love me?” Her voice faltered and her eyes fell on her hands lying on the table. The candle light glowing ever so bright. It was reflected in his exhausted eyes. She fidget her feet beneath the table. He sensed her eagerness and was overcome by the love she felt towards him. He was intoxicated by the intense passion of their love. If only he had the dictionary in front of him to find the right words that would do justice to how much he loved her in return. If only she knew. He broke his defensive shell and reached both his hands and rested them on hers. Their fingers entwined. She felt goosebumps by his touch and looked up to survey his face. He was smiling.

“You must have disregarded my manly nature if you thought otherwise. You’re not the only one hunted by this poor beast, I’m hunted by your eyes.” And with that, he edged a bit closer and they closed up the small space that was left between them. One soul in two bodies… They were meant to unite.

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He paid a quick visit to the remote vicinity near his own house. He hid behind a bush and stole a peek at the window on second landing of the dwelling he used to reside in. Her silhouette could be seen from a distance. She was holding up an infant. His feeble body was resting in her arms. She patted his soft feathery hair and gently tapped him on the back. The baby was crying.

He dissaparated and then broke into a run. The farther away, the better. He ran towards the depth of the forest where the solid mass of trees obscured him from view. His bare feet often caught between lumps of the tree roots. The gust of wind stung his eyes. Darkness fell and his nightmare began. He howled into the night and the birds flew away from the nearby trees. His voice was carried across the forest and heard by every inhabitant creature. He was unaware of the fact that he wouldn’t have to endure much pain anymore, everything would soon end and he would be freed once more.



-Ava. G-

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Yay I am so happy I got it right.
this one is for sure Lupin but I was so confused until it said his furry little problem

Pams


***Sarah***

I bawled my eyes out towards the end of writing this. This is a special thank you for everyone who had been following up with my stories and also for all the devoted fans of Harry potter out there who adore the imaginative world JK. Rowling has created for us to explore. Love you guys. Enjoy.


Mischief Managed
The countdown on her computer monitor read 07 days: 06 hrs: 54 mins: 32 secs. She turned a page and the title read Chapter One- The Boy Who Lived.

She began to read the text that she had instantly fallen in love with the first time she had set her eyes on it almost a decade ago. Back then, she was a child, and now, she had become an adult. She sighed and continued on reading, realizing that this time it was a start towards the end. Usually she would go back to reading her utmost favorite series of books on this planet and with the realization that there’d be more of it to be looking forward to, she’d immediately be filled with joy and optimism.

This time however, she felt hollow. The void which threatened to engulf her drew closer with the ticking footsteps of the wall clock. The arrows ticked by and the sound of footsteps became louder as if someone was beating on a drum. Her heartbeats pounded in harmony with the rhythm.

One book after the other, she read every single word with heed and admiration as if there meant to be a secret meaning behind the printed letters on the smooth surface of the pages. She took it all in and pondered upon every consequence and choice made by the characters. They were so real. She almost felt an emotional bond to every single one of them. They were long time friends of hers. She had grown up with them, went on adventures with them, stood alongside them in times of joy and sorrow, shed tears with them when they have encountered failure and rejoiced when they have attained victory. Their ride was soon about to end. She would sure miss them. Another tear streamed down her face.

Night fell and she lay awake on her bed, a heavier book in hand and the lamplight casted light upon the pages of the book as she continued on reading. Was she tired? Physically yes, but mentally no. She was determined to follow suit of her idol and remain persistent. This was the least she could do for the stories that meant so much to her.

The round clock right over her computer desk struck 11:00. The seconds ticked by and soon the pattern of the ticking seemed to have picked up in paste. She could almost hear the drum roll playing with the approach of the end.

“All was well,” she whispered to herself as she read the final words on the bottom of the page. For a minute or so she considered the conveyed message and then smiled. There was nothing to worry about. It had came to a fair conclusion and she was ready to move on as well. The steaming engine of the Hogwarts Express would always be fueled for her to hop on. And as she was assured, "Hogwarts would always be there to welcome her home."

The book was closed with a thud and she embraced it in her arms. It must have looked odd to be hugging and inanimate book so admiringly, but if you have gone through what she had felt, then you’d probably smile and nod of recognition. She gently held the book with both her hands and quite cautiously, took measured steps towards the bookshelf on the far corner of her room. She went on her tiptoes and placed it in the highest shelf she could possibly reach, since that’s where it belonged. It towered above the rest of the books which did not look as yellowed and crumpled. Not that she hadn’t cared for it. Actually she had cared for it really well considering the many times that she had read it and all the places that she had taken it with her. The stains were a sign of excessive attention almost like a child which has been spoiled by the parents.

She stood there and took in the image. The radiant book had a special place in her heart. It was stacked beside its siblings. How she loved that family. “Goodbye childhood,” she uttered.

An hour later she was seated beside her friends at a movie theatre close to her residence. The anticipation was overwhelming. She took a deep breath and waited for the moment that she had been impatiently anticipating for over the course of the past several years. The moment was finally about to arrive. The drum roll hammered like crazy and the hummingbird in her heart danced with joy. Any second now. The countdown reached single digits. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1... The lights were turned off, a piercing silence followed and then the end began.

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She sobbed in her lap as everyone around her broke into a deafening applause. The moment was bittersweet. She did not know what to make of it. Nevertheless, she held up the stick she had carved with care and love towards the ceiling. Her friends imitated her and soon most of the crowd were raising their hands regardless of whether they were holding wands, crooked sticks, pencils or even straws. The effect was powerful and a wave of radiation seemed to go around the group. The hair on their necks stood on their ends.

Then all at once they shouted, “Mischief managed!”



-Ava. G-

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Author's note: Of course as you may have recognized, "Mischief Manage" refers to an actual movement going around the internet. Join in the cause if you wish.

Ohh I loved it nearly started crying. Was that charcter you. So beautifuk

Pamsies


***Sarah***

Caught up...sorry would have read earlier but laptop went...meh!
The first of the two chapters i've just read was Lupin.

And the second, was it you? The conclusion of this made me think is this the end? You are a AMAZING! writer and if it is then are you going to write another one? I would so read it! ALL THE WAY TROUGH! i still need to watch the last HP movie..

One of your most faithful readers...

Eviee <33

this was awesome! i just read it all the way through and luckily guessed all of them! some were more difficult than others...this was great!

Awe thank you! I'm glad you liked it. Or was it you?

Right you are! And as for the second one, or was it you? Now I sound creepy when I ask it this way. But it may be, it can be any of us. Can't it? Since I'm pretty sure we all felt the way she did and showed it in one way or another.

D'awwee That's really sweet of you. I'm glad you liked it so far. It makes me encouraged. I always feel good when I share my work with others. Even if it's very small and insignificant. And whether if it's the end? Well Maybe it would have made more sense for me to have put this particular entry in the end, but I posted it on the day that HP 7 (part 2) was released. So it suited the occasion. But I don't think I'll be satisfied to just leave it here. Fresh ideas are roaming in my mind. I feel like pouring them onto my computer screen before I forget!

And OMG! I watched the last movie today and I got so emotional. You're going to LOVE IT! It's A.MA.ZING!!!

Thanks again for the comment. *huggles you*

:tackle: Welcome welcome! *Pulls you in by the arm* Whoops! Sorry didn't mean to pull too hard. Hehe Yaaay a new reader! I'm so happy that you liked it. Feel free to come back and read more any time you wish.

P.S. Don't worry, I'll greet you nicer next time.

Woah i get a nice long reply. I feel loved! Yeah i see your point in the second chapter being anyone of us, we've all read the story and it seems such a great ending to the story. To the era of Harry Potter. It's finally the end, so sad!

Your welcome, and you would say the same about my writing so really i'm just telling the truth and extending the story? hmm you could but don't over do it, would ruin the story it think. GET THAT COMPUTER WARMED UP!

What a great time to post it too! I haven't seen the most recent film yet. Thursday here we come! can't wait. Glad you thought it was AMAZING, i'm sure going to have one heck of a night

Your welcome as always and i look forward to more from you in the future *huggles*