Say 'AAAH' Chapter 1: Skirts, Boyfriend and Punishment, a harry potter fanfic | FanFiction
Marauders Inc is an avid fanfiction reader and an active particpant in the world of fandom. Crossover - Harry Potter & A song of Ice and Fire - Rated: M - English .. There, after dispatching Voldemort for a final time, Harry finds himself meeting Thorin Oakenshield. Not enough money, and no health or dental coverage?. This is my first fanfiction in English (I'm Brazilian), so I ask you to forgive me any spelling or But the other Marauder – the best looking one – James Potter " Hey, Al. Amos asked me to meet him at ten thirty . "I'll work with Dad" Lily's father was a dentist and had a dental near the Evans' house. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny yelled to the shock and confusion of everyone else. . Very pleased to meet you, Ron's told us so much about —" The marauders now joined in along with Dora and Lily. .. said Ron as another twisted limb punched a large dent into his door; the windshield was now.
Everyone else assumed she was frowning at what they did and accept Ron's story before turning back to the memory. Ron winked at Harry but no one saw but Ginny, who grabbed Harry's hand. Just last night we were saying we'd come and get you ourselves if you hadn't written back to Ron by Friday. But really," she was now adding three fried eggs to his plate "flying an illegal car halfway across the country — anyone could have seen you —" She flicked her wand casually at the dishes in the sink, which began to clean themselves, clinking gently in the background.
At that moment there was a diversion in the form of a small, redheaded figure in a long nightdress, who appeared in the kitchen, gave a small squeal, and ran out again. She's been talking about you all summer. Everyone laughed although Teddy was looking slightly disturbed. Nothing more was said until all four plates were clean, which took a surprisingly short time.
You're going to de-gnome the garden for me; they're getting completely out of hand again —" "Oh, Mum —" "And you two," she said, glaring at Ron and Fred.
I've never seen a de-gnoming —" "That's very sweet of you, dear, but it's dull work," said Mrs. They just shook their heads at everyone's questioning looks.
And she pulled a heavy book from the stack on the mantelpiece. There was a big photograph on the front of a very good-looking wizard with wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes.
As always in the wizarding world, the photograph was moving; the wizard, who Harry supposed was Gilderoy Lockhart, kept winking cheekily up at them all. Weasley beamed down at him. Weasley, her cheeks rather pink. Everyone laughed and the similarity even Molly.
The Road not Taken Chapter 1 Sirius Black, a harry potter fanfic | FanFiction
Everyone shot them strange looks, which the golden trio ignored. The garden was large, and in Harry's eyes, exactly what a garden should be.
The Dursleys wouldn't have liked it — there were plenty of weeds, and the grass needed cutting — but there were gnarled trees all around the walls, plants Harry had never seen spilling from every flower bed, and a big green pond full of frogs.
Yeah, I've seen those things they think are gnomes," said Ron, bent double with his head in a peony bush, "like fat little Santa Clauses with fishing rods…" There was a violent scuffling noise, the peony bush shuddered, and Ron straightened up.
It was small and leathery looking, with a large, knobby, bald head exactly like a potato. Ron held it at arm's length as it kicked out at him with its horny little feet; he grasped it around the ankles and turned it upside down. He raised the gnome above his head "Gerroff me! It flew twenty feet into the air and landed with a thud in the field over the hedge. He decided just to drop the first one he caught over the hedge, but the gnome, sensing weakness, sank its razor-sharp teeth into Harry's finger and he had a hard job shaking it off — until "Wow, Harry — that must've been fifty feet…" "That's the key then, Uncle Harry," Teddy laughed.
The air was soon thick with flying gnomes. You'd think they'd have learned by now just to stay put. His family rolled their eyes at him. Just then, the front door slammed.
Weasley was slumped in a kitchen chair with his glasses off and his eyes closed. He was a thin man, going bald, but the little hair he had was as red as any of his children's. He was wearing long green robes, which were dusty and travel-worn. And old Mundungus Fletcher tried to put a hex on me when I had my back turned…" "Mundungus Fletcher," Sirius laughed, "he was handy.
Weasley took a long gulp of tea and sighed. Mortlake was taken away for questioning about some extremely odd ferrets, but that's the Committee on Experimental Charms, thank goodness…" "Why would anyone bother making door keys shrink? Remus sighed, 'muggle baiting, Sirius. Weasley had appeared, holding a long poker like a sword. Weasley's eyes jerked open. He stared guiltily at his wife. Weasley, her eyes flashing.
The marauders and Dora were just laughing, everyone smirking — typical Arthur. Everyone was trying really hard not to laugh now, except, of course, Molly and Arthur.
And for your information, Harry arrived this morning in the car you weren't intending to fly! He looked around, saw Harry, and jumped.
Very pleased to meet you, Ron's told us so much about —" "Your sons flew that car to Harry's house and back last night! I — I mean, The marauders now joined in along with Dora and Lily. Even Molly was struggling to keep her disapproving expression on her face, while everyone, including Arthur laughed. Weasley's eyes, "that — that was very wrong, boys — very wrong indeed…" The laughter from the Golden trio and Ginny only got louder.
Weasley swelled like a bullfrog. On the third landing, a door stood ajar. Harry just caught sight of a pair of bright brown eyes staring at him before it closed with a snap.
Ginny glared at her brother while saying, "what did you tell him now? She never shuts up normally —" "Ron, you idiot," Ginny said punching him. Harry stepped in, his head almost touching the sloping ceiling, and blinked. It was like walking into a furnace: Nearly everything in Ron's room seemed to be a violent shade of orange: Then Harry realized that Ron had covered nearly every inch of the shabby wallpaper with posters of the same seven witches and wizards, all wearing bright orange robes, carrying broomsticks, and waving energetically.
What are they doing? Ron's magic wand was lying on top of a fish tank full of frog spawn on the windowsill, next to his fat gray rat, Scabbers, who was snoozing in a patch of sun. Harry stepped over a pack of Self-Shuffling playing cards on the floor and looked out of the tiny window. In the field far below he could see a gang of gnomes sneaking one by one back through the Weasleys' hedge. Then he turned to look at Ron, who was watching him almost nervously, as though waiting for his opinion.
And I'm right underneath the ghoul in the attic; he's always banging on the pipes and groaning…" But Harry, grinning widely, said, "This is the best house I've ever been in. Hermione, smiling at the two scenes going on, soon spoke up, "shall we move on then Harry? Harry made sure that Hedwig's cage was safely wedged on top of his trunk and wheeled his trolley around to face the barrier.
He felt perfectly confident; this wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as using Floo powder. Both of them bent low over the handles of their trolleys and walked purposefully toward the barrier, gathering speed. Both trolleys hit the barrier and bounced backward; Ron's trunk fell off with a loud thump, Harry was knocked off his feet, and Hedwig's cage bounced onto the shiny floor, and she rolled away, shrieking indignantly; "Poor Hedwig," Lily and Ginny said.
Ron ran to pick up Hedwig, who was causing such a scene that there was a lot of muttering about cruelty to animals from the surrounding crowd. I don't know how long it'll take Mum and Dad to get back to us. People were still watching them, mainly because of Hedwig's continuing screeches.
And we've got to get to school, haven't we?
And even underage wizards are allowed to use magic if it's a real emergency, section nineteen or something of the Restriction of Thingy —" "That's a good thing to call it Ron," Teddy laughed. Harry took the childish route and stuck his tongue out, which of course caused Ginny to roll her eyes and do it back.
Um … I love you two. You know, just vanish and reappear at home! They only bother with Floo powder and the car because we're all underage and we're not allowed to Apparate yet…" Harry's feeling of panic turned suddenly to excitement.
If we hurry we'll be able to follow the Hogwarts Express —" And they marched off through the crowd of curious Muggles, out of the station and back onto the side road where the old Ford Anglia was parked. Ron unlocked the cavernous trunk with a series of taps from his wand. They heaved their luggage back in, put Hedwig on the back seat, and got into the front.
Harry stuck his head out of the window: Traffic was rumbling along the main road ahead, but their street was empty. Ron pressed a tiny silver button on the dashboard. The car around them vanished — and so did they. Harry could feel the seat vibrating beneath him, hear the engine, feel his hands on his knees and his glasses on his nose, but for all he could see, he had become a pair of eyeballs, floating a few feet above the ground in a dingy street full of parked cars "You actually flew a car to school?
Harry and Ron just grinned. Ron put his foot on the accelerator and drove them upward again, but as he did so, the engine began to whine. Harry and Ron exchanged nervous glances. Stars were blossoming in the blackness.
Harry pulled his sweater back on, trying to ignore the way the windshield wipers were now waving feebly, as though in protest. When they flew back beneath the clouds a little while later, they had to squint through the darkness for a landmark they knew.
But the car had begun to shudder and was losing speed. Narrow jets of steam were issuing from under the hood. Harry found himself gripping the edges of his seat very hard as they flew toward the lake. The car gave a nasty wobble. Glancing out of his window, Harry saw the smooth, black, glassy surface of the water, a mile below. Ron's knuckles were white on the steering wheel. The car wobbled again. They were over the lake — the castle was right ahead — Ron put his foot down.
There was a loud clunk, a splutter, and the engine died completely. Uh-oh," said Ron, into the silence. The nose of the car dropped. They were falling, gathering speed, heading straight for the solid castle wall. Ron let go of the steering wheel completely and pulled his wand out of his back pocket — "STOP!The Marauders React To Fanfiction
With an earsplitting bang of metal on wood, they hit the thick tree trunk and dropped to the ground with a heavy jolt. Steam was billowing from under the crumpled hood; Hedwig was shrieking in terror; a golfball-size lump was throbbing on Harry's head where he had hit the windshield; and to his right, Ron let out a low, despairing groan.
Remus, along with some others who didn't know, groaned. At that very moment, something hit his side of the car with the force of a charging bull, sending him lurching sideways into Ron, just as an equally heavy blow hit the roof. Ron gasped, staring through the windshield, and Harry looked around just in time to see a branch as thick as a python smash into it. The tree they had hit was attacking them.
Its trunk was bent almost double, and its gnarled boughs were pummelling every inch of the car it could reach.
Everyone smiled at his enthusiasm and nodded. Well done, car —" The car, however, had reached the end of its tether. With two sharp clunks, the doors flew open and Harry felt his seat tip sideways: Next thing he knew he was sprawled on the damp ground.
Loud thuds told him that the car was ejecting their luggage from the trunk; Hedwig's cage flew through the air and burst open; she rose out of it with an angry screech and sped off toward the castle without a backward look. Then, dented, scratched, and steaming, the car rumbled off into the darkness, its rear lights blazing angrily. Harry and Ron just grinned sheepishly at their wives. She, of course, noticed this and looked at him curiously but he just shook his head and went to change the memory.
Everyone entered with Harry saying anything and saw they were in a room with Harry and, to everyone's displeasure, Lockhart. Harry was sitting writing on envelopes while Lockhart prattled on about nonsense. Harry let Lockhart's voice wash over him, occasionally saying, "Mmm" and "Right" and "Yeah. The candles burned lower and lower, making the light dance over the many moving faces of Lockhart watching him.
Harry moved his aching hand over what felt like the thousandth envelope, writing out Veronica Smethley's address. And then he heard something — something quite apart from the spitting of the dying candles and Lockhart's prattle about his fans.
It was a voice, a voice to chill the bone marrow, a voice of breathtaking, ice-cold venom. Let me tear you. Let me kill you…" "What is that? Harry gave a huge jump and a large lilac blot appeared on Veronica Smethley's street.
Nobody but Harry noticed Ginny becoming slightly paler, he wrapped an arm around her and muttered in her ear, "don't worry Love, I'm right here.
You remember last Yule Ball, don't you? Last year, Peter had thrown up all over his date also a set up at the after party after only two shots of fire whiskey. For not having a date so close to the dance, he still seemed very unworried. Sirius just shook his head.
He stopped trying to understand Remus's sometimes-strange behavior years ago. We better go so McGonagall isn't on my ass. It'll me it easier to get away with the after party," said James as the boys packed up their stuff and climbed through the portrait hole with other students making their way to the Great Hall.
The long house tables were gone and instead, chairs were set up in rows facing the head table. Friend groups sat together and the buzz of chitchat spread across the room as the students waited for the assembly to begin. I will feel so incomplete if I don't hear this information," said Sirius, sarcastically.
Lily and several of her girl friends joined them. James and Lily kissed. Sirius began flirting with one of Lily's friends, Lupin talked with another girl about a very difficult potions lesson they had just endured, and Peter was sitting awkwardly watching everyone. Students kept filing into the Great Hall. A large group of Slytherins entered very loudly. Between the joking and shoving boys, walking off to the side sort of by himself was Severus Snape.
He caught sight of James and Lily and quickly looked away. Look at his greasy hair. I don't know why he even bothered coming to this meeting; it's not like he'll have a date.
Before Lily could reply, Dumbledore raised his arms to signal the beginning of the meeting. Everyone in the Great Hall fell silent. We're here to discuss something very exciting! I know how much you all enjoy the Yule Ball, but like everything in life, this event comes with rules that must be followed. I'm going to turn this meeting over to Professor McGonagall now and she will gladly inform you of all the procedure you must follow when you attend our special event," said Dumbledore, much like he was discussing the weather and not opening a long and boring meeting.
As it has so happened in the past, we always have some trouble with the rules" McGonagall looked suspiciously towards James and Sirius. I hope that no detentions need to be given out at the Ball. Firstly, formal dress is required to attend this event. You need to wear dress robes. Also, when you and your date enter the Ball, you need to present your tickets. Tickets have been on sale all month, and will continue to be on sale until 3: Next, you are, under no circumstance, permitted to show up to the Yule Ball under the influence of any substance, especially alcohol.
We have had issues with this before," she looked right at Sirius, who last year began drinking at noon and fell asleep in his dinner plate when the Ball started, "if I or any other staff member fells that you are intoxicated, the consequences will be very serious. Every year, we have issues with unauthorized events held after the Ball ends, or 'after parties' I heard they're called. We will have none of this. After the Ball ends at midnight, you are to go back to your common rooms and go to bed.
I have already told the school house elves that they are to report any excessive messes left behind in common rooms and other measures are in place to ensure these after parties do not happen, am I making myself very clear?
No one raised their hand. Well you may now return to your common rooms! The sound of hundreds of people rising from their chairs filled the Great Hall.
Lupin rolled his eyes. It's seventh year there's no way—ow! Hey watch it, you scum! Snape glared and turned towards the dungeons while the rest of them pulled Sirius away and continued to the Gryffindor Tower.
One Second, a harry potter fanfic | FanFiction
With one week left until the Yule Ball, James has successfully snuck out of the castle to purchase alcohol for the after party. Lupin still doesn't seem to have a date, but still seems calm. Peter has begun to panic even more, as so far attempts to set him up with Lily's friends have failed. The Marauders are spending a free period in an empty classroom. I wish you and Lily could find a place to shag elsewhere.
You guys are so loud," Sirius yawned.