He was a beautiful black dog, so strong, so loving, and someone who'd been through so much pain already. He was scarred, I could tell. Yet he was so strong, and so brave. His scars made him even more handsome, and because of his past pains, it gave me an urge to help them.

"Filthy mudblood." It hit you hard, didn't it. It's not like it was the first time that you were called a mean name, or an insult. But it didn't mean that it hurt any less each time. Teased for your buckteeth. Teased for your bushy hair. Teased for being different, for being weird. Teased for practically every flaw on you, and there was quite a lot.

As the years went by, they realized what their true feelings were. They were best friends, but they both liked each other, although they would both blush a crimson red if someone mentioned this fact or hinted it, whistling or hooting at them.

"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall…"

"Tell them about a man named Kingsley Shacklebolt, who came from the future. Tell them about how he came to the past because it was destiny. Tell them about how he helped the path of freedom. Tell them about a man named Kingsley Shacklebolt, who tried his best."

once upon a time there was a charming prince. his name was severus snape. he was beautiful, but only when he was with her. without her, he was a gloomy, lonely, and soulless kid.

"Do you think that if you try to silence us in this manner, muggleborns will stop being born? Do you think that people will stop falling in love, whether it's with a pureblood, a halfblood, a muggleborn, or a muggle? It won't, you know. All your efforts are in vain, for you can not stop love, and you can not stop birth."

"We should make a school, guys!" Helga exclaimed. "What do you mean?" Row asked. "We could do it, you know! Sal, you and Godric are already getting recognized for being so powerful. Row, everyone knows that you're the smartest 16 year old out there. And I'm… everyone knows I'm the best at cooking!" Helga grinned.

"I don't have a ton of girls pining for me!" Scorpius exclaimed, blushing. "Are you blind? Half the girls have a crush on you. Something about your hair and your eyes, I think?" "What's so cool about my eyes? And hair? Your eyes are way better than mine and so is your hair," Scorpius stated. "Which is why I have the other half of the girls crushing on me." Albus grinned.

Dear George, Tell everyone I love them, and apologize to Ron for our little… spider incident. And for everything else I've done to them. There's way too many to list or even remember. Try to cheer them up. Make sure they don't cry too much, if I die. Oh, because what a loss it'd be without me. Hahaha just joking. Well it would be. Just saying.

The Death Eaters had stopped fighting. They stood outspread around Voldemort opposing the doors of Hogwarts. Behind Voldemort was Hagrid… who had… "NO!" Professor McGonagall screamed. "No!" Hermione cried. There was no way. "No!" Ron's voice echoed hers with anguish. "Harry! Harry!" Ginny screeched, voice cracking. There was no way.

"He's in a coma. We're sorry, he might never wake up." AU

Will breaks his own arm in order to see Jem. Will insists on Jem coming over to eat with them-even though Jem can't eat. Will will do anything for Jem. Like always.

"Don't joke about stuff like that," he says, laughing it off. James is crying. His acting is pretty good, but he won't fall for something like that. Why would Marlene and her family be dead?

Uncle Fred was a taboo subject in their family, especially when Uncle George was around. Uncle George usually pretended to be fine, but at even the slightest mention of Uncle Fred, he usually stormed away, secluding himself within a room and not speaking to anyone for as long as he felt he had to.

She smiles so prettily at you. She's so beautiful, and for a second you mistake her of being an angel. All she's missing are a halo and wings. / He's like a fallen angel, beautiful but deadly. He's like a poison, it kills you slowly but you don't care, because it's wonderful.

"I love you," she murmured into him, half asleep. "I love you too," he whispered back. It was love.

"Let's sing a song," she said. "What do you want to sing?" he asked. "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star," she said. "Because it reminds me of the TARDIS." He grinned.

A resurrection stone. He could bring her back to life! That would work. But how would he make it? It was harsh business, bringing one back to life. There was a line that, once crossed, should not be crossed again. If he could defy the laws of physics… some wizards had theories that love was the most powerful kind of magic.

Rose: Meet me at the Room of Requirements at 7. Think 'I want to go to where Scorpius is'. Dress fancy. -Scorpius