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Chapter #1 - The Dark Lord Rising


"But why..." she asked, holding his hand up against her cheek.
"I have a job to do! How could we stay together?" he smiled sadly, brushing her hair gently.
"'Cause if we love each other," the girl trailed off.
"Just stop! Look, if I told you I just don't wanna be with you would you leave me alone?" he snapped.
The girl growled and slapped him hard across his face.
Tearing up she shouted "I can't believe I ever loved you!"
He squinted at her and then said "I'm sorry, but I have to leave you!"
The slim girl ran off holding her face, she slipped down into the muddy grass.
From behind her a voice screamed the killing curse.
Ginny turned around, chest heaving.
Harry was curled around his feet.
Ginny gasped.
"Why hello... what is it? Ginny? Why I haven't met you since you were 11!" Voldemort smirked.
"If your gonna kill me, kill me now!" Ginny growled not even taking out her wand.
"All right then!" Voldemort smiled sourly.
Pulling out his wand he uttered the words...

Ginny rose, screaming.
"Ginny! You woke me up again!" shouted Ronald Weasley peered through the door.
"What is wrong with you?"
"Nightmare, thank you very much!" Ginny snapped.
"God, every night you have night mares, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is a right pain!"
Ginny nodded him off and fell back into her bed, breathing heavy.
Turning Ginny thought of his face.
His messy, ash, black hair.
His deep, emerald, eyes.
Ginny kicked off the covers that screwed her down to the bed.
Standing up, Ginny slipped her feet into her slippers.
He would be arriving in just 3 weeks...

-Index-
Chapter #2! Life has Big and Small Problems!
Chapter #3! Muggle Mayhem!

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Draco Malfoy didn't understand why his son wanted to go to Bring Your Kid to Work Day. Sure it had been understandable when he was younger. Kids were curious weren't they? Scorpius was sixteen now. He was old enough for a possible internship at the Ministry. Yet he still asked to go. His wife had been the one to suggest taking Scorpius when he was eight. Scorpius seemed to have a fun time even though Draco thought his job was boring. As the next year and year after that came, Scorpius always seemed to look forward to it. Now a days, he spent a lot of the time out of the house with his friends'.

"Are you ready Scorpius?" Draco asked, knocking on the door of his son's bedroom.

"Just a minute, Father."

Scorpius opened the door. He was wearing a black button down shirt, with a black tie, sports jacket, trousers, and shiny black shoes. He smiled weakly at Draco.

"Got enough black son?" Draco joked.

"Let's not forget the one making me wear this. I would have been fine with muggle clothing," Scorpius spat.

"Now, now," said Draco. "Malfoy men always need to look strapping."

"Are you ready?"

Draco turned to see his wife Astoria.

"Yes we were just leaving dear."

He kissed her on the cheek and walked out of the hall to the parlor.

"You look handsome Scorp," his Mother said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Look exactly like your Father." She hugged him. "Oh, and you smell good too."

"Thanks Mum," he smiled. His platinum blond hair was combed and his face cleanly shaved. "I must be off." He kissed her on the cheek and walked into the parlor. He saw his Father standing there.

"Ready?"

Scorpius nodded.

Draco took a handful of floo powder, stepped into the fireplace, and said, "Ministry of Magic, London, England." He threw the powder and vanished into the green flames.

Scorpius followed suit. He hated traveling by floo powder. He couldn't wait until he was able to apparate. He stepped out of the fireplace. Scorpius was standing in a huge hall. Hundreds of witches and wizards walked by. Some holding the hands of smaller children.

"Coming Scorpius?" He looked over to see his Father.

"Oh yeah, right." Scorpius' took pace beside Draco. They walked into a large elevator. At least twenty people were standing in it. Paper airplanes soared overhead. The elevator started downward. Scorpius was so curious at what was inside a box the man next to him was carrying, he didn't hear the names of the floors called.

"Come on Scorpius," Draco called.

He looked up and got off.

"You really need to pay more attention," Draco scolded.

Once they got to Draco's office, Scorpius said," Do you mind if I take a look around the Ministry? I will be working here in a few years Father."

"Sure. Maybe someone will offer you an internship," replied Draco, taking off his cloak and hanging it around his chair. He pulled out his chair and sat down. He started sorting through papers. He looked up, "Be back by closing though."

"Yes Father."

Scorpius exited the office and got back on the elevator.

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Hi everyone! This story is written by both Trio1237 and EmmaRules. It is our first FF together and we hope that you enjoy it. This story is set up as letters back and forth between Hermione and Ron. Hermione is off trying to find her parents to get their memories back. Enjoy!!

Hermione,
What's up?...
How are...
I really miss you...
Hi, have you found your parents yet? I know you've only been gone for a bit, but I was just wondering and all. So, er, well, things are good... I mean fine here. We've all been a bit down since Fred's funeral. I thought you would be here for it, but I understand that finding your parents is important. Well, er, good luck finding your parents and all.
Ron

Dear Ronald Weasley,
I am very sorry for not being there for you at your brother's funeral. So far I have not accomplished finding my parents, however I sure hope I find them soon. My trip has taken me all the way to Berlin because recently my mother and father moved here for some unknown reasons. Still, every breath I take, the separation between them and I draws greater. Hopefully soon I will find them and explain to them that I am their daughter. Then I will be back with you. I miss you with all my heart.
Love,
Ms Hermione Granger

For Dee<3 with shiny, white teeth,
who forced wanted me to write a fic on Draco,
and who chose its title.

♥
SixteenthFFthreadonSS<3.

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Chapter #1
The Beginning

“There is a cosmic dance of creation”

Things had not been so bad, lately. Fred and George had agreed to let her help them in their shop over the summer, and she had definitely grown a few inches. She was a little over the height of five feet six inches now and, as far as Ginny Weasley was concerned, it was more than fine.

She met the twins on her way upstairs, and noticed that they were carrying armfuls of what looked like mashed, sticky lumps of wet paper. “Mum’s in the kitchen,” she said, before they could open their mouths to ask. “Better Apparate, she’s not too happy.”

Molly Weasley would not be, of course – not when she knew half a dozen members of the Order were coming to dinner, and she had a bare half hour to cook a scrumptious meal, not only for them, but also her brood of seven kids. Not to count Harry and Hermione – both of whom had come over for the summer – and a tired Mr. Weasley.

Fred and George had other things on their mind, though. “I’m not sure if we can Apparate with all this in our arms,” Fred said, looking slightly worried. “Is she really that angry?” Ever since their shop had proved itself such a massive success, Molly Weasley had stopped trying to convince them to give up their ideas of a joke shop, and return to Hogwarts; but a spell of Molly-Weasley-bad-mood still meant that caution was required.

“More than you know,” Ginny replied, her eyes glinting as she surveyed the supplies in the twins’ arms. “What are those anyway?”

“That’s classified,” George said, looking smug. “We shall see you... later.” He turned to Fred, and there was a certain sparkle of mischief in his eyes that Ginny did not fail to notice. “Shall we give it a try then, George?”

Fred nodded. “Indeed, brother.”

There was a crack, and the two of them disappeared into thin air. Ginny shook her head, using one of the gloves in the pocket of her jeans to pick up a portion of the paper-lump that had fallen out of Fred and George’s laden arms, when they had taken to Apparition. On closer inspection, it looked like snow frozen in place, and it shimmered when she held it up to the light. A sudden urge to re-examine it later, overwhelmed her and, wrapping it in her glove, Ginny stowed it into a back pocket of her faded jeans.

It was late in the afternoon, and she was looking forward to a nap, now. Today had been her last day helping the twins with their joke shop, for tomorrow would see the Hogwarts Engine whisking her away to her second home. Her mind still on the shop, she made her way into her bedroom – it was small, made to seem smaller by a massive poster of her favourite quidditch team adorning an entire wall – and was surprised to see a tawny owl perched at the window-sill, looking slightly dazed as if it had collided with the transparent window-pane, in an effort to hop into the room.

“You poor thing!”

The owl hooted rather faintly in response. If it had been a person, Ginny thought as she crossed the floor and opened the window, I would have thought they were drunk. The bird hopped in, tried to rub its head against her hand as she stroked it, and then held out a leg. Ginny quickly untied the envelope attached to it, and was surprised to see that it bore the Hogwarts crest. Did this mean that she was in trouble? Sure, the last thing she had done before returning home for the summer was to turn Millicent Bulstrode's hair a flaming pink but, surely, Dumbledore would not write to her parents now, now that the holidays had pretty much come to an end.

“You won’t find out if you don’t open it, you know.”

Ginny turned; the speaker was the oval-shaped mirror mounted on the wall opposite. “Thanks for the info of the century, mirror man,” she said, shaking red locks out of her eyes as, with a sparkle in them, she tore open the envelope and plunged a hand outside. Something golden and scarlet fell to the floor, something golden and scarlet and rather metallic. What followed next was an exclamation filled with clear surprise.

“My God, I’m a Prefect!”


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{ Index }

[] Chapter #01 :: The Beginning
[] Chapter #02 :: Head Boy
[] Chapter #03 :: The Coming of Destiny
[] Chapter #04 :: The Prologue to no Escape
[] Chapter #05 :: Companionship
[] Chapter #06 :: A Brief History of Time
[] Chapter #07 :: Blanket
[] Chapter #08 :: Leonti
[] Chapter #09 :: Ambush
[] Chapter #10 :: The Entrance to Pre-Death
[] Chapter #11 :: The Eye of Fate
[] Chapter #12 :: The Fire of Regelia
[] Chapter #13 :: Better than Chocolate
[] Chapter #14 :: Our Iron Bridges
[] Chapter #15 :: The Final Separation
[] Chapter #16 :: Love Cancels Love
[] Chapter #17 :: The Tree of Solutions
[] Chapter #18 :: The Proof of Humanity
[] Chapter #19 :: The End of the Beginning
[] Endnotes {and disclaimers}

:santa: A Christmas Carol :candcane:

~ An Adventurous Holiday Romance or How Teddy & Ottery saved Christmas from sure Armageddon~

By Ottery St. Catchpole

Disclaimer: All of the HP characters belong to J.K. Rowling, all the characters I create belong to me, as does the story but not the concepts created by J.K. Rowling who pwns, no infringement is implied. It's her world, I just live in it;).

Dickens of a Disclaimer: While the title of the story is taken from one of my favorite author’s stories (my least favorite of his, but then again I haven’t read Little Dorrit, yet) this story will not be some thinly veiled remake of that story which has been done ad nauseum. I will not make us suffer through the same thing. Let’s face it, the Muppets did it best, why try to top that? So, do not expect Professor Snape to suddenly be visited by the three ghosts of Christmas or the fat friar disguised as such and Nearly Headless Nick as Marley or any such thing. Just don’t. What you can expect is a series of comedic romances and lots of holiday cheer, so even if you don’t celebrate Christmas one hopes you will join in the yuletide gaiety. This is, as most of my fan fics, AU taking place in Harry’s fourth year so you know Cedric and Sirius are still alive so you can expect to see them here … and maybe even Santa Claus but only if you’ve been nice ;) If you’re asking me why post it before Halloween it’s because this will probably end around Christmas (our time) as it’s a novel length fic. :yes: So please enjoy and have yourself a Merry Little Christmas or if you celebrate something else Happy Holidays even if it’s too soon.

♥

It was over 30 years old that’s all anyone knew of it, the swing that sat between the two willow trees overlooking the lake. Rumor had it that the only reason it had survived so long was because ghosts guarded it. The swing had been made by a Slytherin boy for a Gryffindor girl and that had been their meeting place for romantic rendezvous. On calm summer nights, and pleasant chilly fall evenings it still rocked in the wind which carried the sound of a boy's whisper and girlish laughter.

But especially on Halloween was the swing a very scary place. For while, the boy dared love the girl, and she dared return his love, it was their friends who did not approve of any such match. And to so openly flaunt their love against all their wishes ... Well, it did not surprise anyone when they broke up. He hung from that very tree, foul play they said, and she had died under it of a broken heart.

The legend went that if you and your true love sat on the swing on Halloween night your love was true and would last through time, but if you should have a spat before the night was through or your lover would not sit with you then you were doomed not to love at all but run around miserably alone forever. As the Halloween ball approached the legend surfaced again, and the bets began to circulate as to what loving pair would dare to sit there.

"You're an idiot, Ronald Weasley, if you really believe such superstitious nonsense!" Hermione exclaimed. Of course, she was angry. Ronald had hinted that he wouldn't have minded sitting there with her then gone around to say that on any other day than Halloween and wouldn't it be awkward sitting there and wasn't the weather nice, after all, for so late in the year.

Harry for his part rolled his eyes and knew to stay the devil out of his friends romantic spats. He had the Triwizard Cup to worry about, and asking Cho out to the Halloween Ball if she would. If only he could bring himself to talk to her and not say stupid gibberishy things around her. But most times he was so busy concentrating on keeping his knees from buckling he didn't have time to think of something witty. He was starting to wonder if he shouldn't take Ron and Ottery's advice and just write something down on his hand. But his hands always got so sweaty that didn't seem like such a good plan.

The Hogwarts Halloween Ball, only the biggest event of the season! At least according to the school newspaper. Gah! but he wanted to punch Colin for taking that picture of him with Hermione and plastering it all over the paper. Now everyone thought they were something romantic.

All Harry knew was that love was complicated and that Ron and Hermione were in for another cosmic row so he ran from them in search of sanctuary in the company of Seamus and Dean who happened to be walking by.

"Hey, Harry," Seamus greeted him.

"So, who you planning to sit on the swing with, Harry?" Dean asked, punching his friend on the shoulder. "Hermione maybe? She's pretty that one and you two are always hanging about."

Harry rolled his eyes and swerved into the nearest bathroom. He wanted to throw up.