Maybe if she hadn’t blown the windows out of Gregorovitch's shop in front of Sirius Black, things would have turned out differently. Maybe she would have became friends with a nice group of girls. Then again, that was never going to be the case for Esmerelda. They would always be her boys, who else would keep them in line? They wouldn't have it any other way. Nothing would get in

"Surely you can't be serious, Dumbledore?" McGonagall stared at him incredulously, her thin brows arched. "Oh, but I have never been more serious Minerva..." He replied quietly, peering over his half moon spectacles at the small bundle he cradled in his arms. "But to separate them, Albus?" She looked down at the snoozing child in her own arms. “The Potters would never have wan

Captain Jack Sparrow. I was seven when I first met him. He was fifteen though he acted as though he were twenty. I'd been walking back home with Elizabeth from spying on William Turner. A thing that Elizabeth was more fond of than I. He'd 'saved' me from a group of boys, and I wasn't grateful for it. He was just a wannabe pirate.