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Ten Reasons why Harry Potter is better than Twilight. I could think of a gagillion more, but thats okay. 1. The main character loves his wife because of who she is, and not because of what her blood smells like. 2. His wife loves him because of who he is, and not because he's incredibly handsome. 3. The vampires don't sparkle. 4. The werewolves change at full moon, and not whenever they feel like it. 5. They go to a school of magic in Scotland, and not a pathetic high school in a town that nobody's heard of. 6. The main characters parents have their own side plots, making multiple fanfic opportunities. 7. There are ten books, instead o

Waking up, I feel numb. It's like I haven't quite registered the pain and the shock of last night yet. I hear somebody else in the room snoring loudly, probably Neville; maybe that was what woke me. I look around the dorm to see who else is awake. The room wouldn't have been recognizable to anyone who had seen it before: the dormitory that Ron and I had originally shared with just three others had magically expanded and supplied six extra beds for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, George, Bill, Fleur, Neville and his grandmother, Hermione and Ginny. They were the only ones last night who seemed to understand that I didn't want celebration, that I didn'

"Bye, Cissy!!! See you at Christmas!" I shouted out of the window of the Hogwarts Express, waving frantically, "Bye mummy! Bye daddy!" We rounded the corner and my younger sister and parents disappeared from my view. I sat down opposite my other sister, Bellatrix, who had her arms folded across her chest and was looking extremely bored. "Bella, what's the matter?" I asked, knowing there was no point in bothering, "Why weren't you waving?" "I want to see my friends: Alecto, Amycus, and Rodolphus. I don't care about Mum and Dad. God, Dromeda," she snapped. "Okeeey… Snappy much…" I muttered under my breath, pulling out a book fro

As I jogged around the corner, I saw the finish line. It was only two hundred meters away.  I started to run faster and faster and faster, until I was sprinting harder than I had ever before. One hundred meters… fifty… almost there. And then, suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I saw somebody catching up to me. Come on, I urged myself, You can do it. My legs were propelling me forward so fast that the crowd was just a blur of colours, shouting my name and cheering me on. I wasn’t about to disappoint them. I pushed myself even harder, swinging my arms sharply, my face scrunched up in effort, my heart beating in my ears. My br

     “Nymphadora, please!” I protested, in a way I hoped was stubborn, “You know why I’m doing this. I’m too old, too dangerous, too unsafe for you. And you know I would never be able to make enough money to support us.”      “How many times have I told you? I-DON’T-CARE!” she shouted, tears running down her cheeks, hair turning red, “And don’t call me Nymphadora!”      “Okay, Tonks it is. But you knew this was never going to work. We can’t be together….” I continued, slightly more quietl

Amycus Carrow's voice cut through the silence of the dungeon classroom. "Well, Longbottom?" Neville had always wondered how his parents felt as they stood up against Voldemort and his Death Eaters. It wasn't like this, he knew. They weren't surrounded by students, some of which he could tell admired his bravery while others were scowling with a sort of gleeful expression on their faces; they knew what was coming. No, when his parents had taken a stand they were alone, but still strong. A slight wind blew past him but Neville refused to lower his eyes or look behind him. Straightening his shoulders, he looked into Carrow's face. "Well?" Ano

You're a falling star They always joked that she was from some other world but Neville knew that he was a falling star, a bright light in his days. You're the get away car When he needed to get away from the many piles of paperwork on his desk, she was there with a cup of tea and a hand to pull him away from it all – if only for a few minutes. You're the line in the sand when I go too far There was a line in the soil of his greenhouse out back, showing that when he reached it that it was time to go back inside the house. They both knew that if there wasn't a line he'd just continue on working well into the night. Neville knew that L

Luna Lovegood was happily skipping along the hallway, thinking about Crumple Horned Snorkacks and Fluffnangles, and as she skipped towards Divination, a small purple book that had been sticking out of her skirt pocket fell out. It hit the floor, but Luna was already turning the corner, oblivious to the obvious. The cover of the purple book displayed pink, curly letters. Luna Lovegood's Diary, it read. And it just so happened that a certain brown-haired, midnight-blue-eyed, Herbology-loving Gryffindor came walking along that very hallway. "What's this?" Neville Longbottom asked himself as he spotted the small purple object lying on the floor.

I’ve Waited So Long He swept the greasy black hair out of the eyes of the same color. His heart pumped quickly. He hadn’t seen Lily in thirty years. Would she still be pretty? Would she like me? Even after thirty years of the memory of my offense? Thoughts like this had fallen in and out of his head for the past hour. She was running late. He took in a mouthful of gin and thumped the glass onto the oak table. The Three Broomsticks was unusually empty for the reason that the sun was shining and all the students were outside throwing snowballs at each other. The door opened. A familiar black-haired young man with glasses entered. Har