playedtilmyfingersbled:
Runners, until the race is run
theperksofbeingginny:
Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind that neither flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened than he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his whole life…
tayloralisonswft:
“I dreamed I was buying new shoes last night,“ said Ron. ”What d’ya think that’s gonna mean?“ . ”Probably that you’re going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something“ said Harry.”
priorisincantatem:
“SIRIUS!” Harry yelled, “SIRIUS!”
Harry’s breath was coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out…
But as he sprinted towards the dias, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.
“There’s nothing you can do, Harry-”
“Get him, save him, he’s only just gone through!”
“It’s too late Harry.”
“We can still reach him-” Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go…
“There’s nothing you can do, Harry… nothing… he’s gone.”
broomstix:
“How come the Muggles don’t hear the bus?”
petyrbaelishs:
It was Hermione. But she didn’t look like Hermione at all. She had done something with her hair; it was no longer bushy but sleek and shiny, and twisted up into an elegant knot at the back of her head. She was wearing robes made of a floaty, periwinkle-blue material, and she was holding herself differently somehow — or maybe it was merely the absence of the twenty or so books she usually had slung over her back.
“I’ll distract them all,” she said. “Use your Cloak.” And before he [Harry] could say a word, she had cried, “Oooh, look, a Blibbering Humdinger!” and pointed out the window.
