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Thank you J.K Rowling,
For inspiring me to write.
Thank you J.K Rowling,
For taking imagination to new heights.
Thank you J.K Rowling,
For helping me believe
And not just in magic,
But in everything I see.
Thank you J.K Rowling,
For teaching me how to read,
For enveloping me in words
And everything I need
Thank you J.K Rowling,
Just for being you
For writing Harry Potter,
A phenomenon of words; just two.
No story lives unless someone wants to listen.
The stories we love best will live with us forever.
Whether you come back by page, or by the big screen,
Hogwarts will always be there,
to welcome you home.
-JK Rowling ϟ
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8 Christmases: Sixth Year
Hermione watched Harry twirl his girl friend of 8 months, Pansy around the dance floor. They looked so peaceful dancing together, each in sync with the other and they were happy. Harry and Pansy never fought about anything and everyday they seemed to fall more in love with each other. Hermione couldn't help but sigh thinking about them. Why couldn't her love life be that simple?
The person she had feelings for had come back to Hogwarts this year completely different. He didn't attend class often and when he did he looked tired and upset. He hadn't said a word to the trio all year, and Hermione hadn't missed the fact that he had lost a lot of
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Distracted
Hermione was spending Easter Holidays at the Burrow along with her parents. She didn't want to spend Easter away from them, not now that things seemed to be getting back to normal, but she didn't want to spend Easter away from Ron either, so she was ecstatic (and more than a little surprised if she was honest with herself) when her parents agreed with her suggestion to spend Easter at the Burrow.
Currently she was cuddled up on the sofa revising for her N.E.W.T.s. Arthur and Molly had taken her parents to Diagon Alley to show them around and would be back in the evening, Harry and Ginny had gone out for a walk, George was at the shop, and Ro
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Proposition
James never really understood the idea of having several damn locks on one's front door. Especially when he needed three separate keys to undo them before even releasing the protection charm above the threshold; today he was too distracted. It had taken him a few minutes to notice that the locks were already undone and dispelling the charm was apparently unnecessary as a familiar voice rang from the inside.
"It's open you know!"
James swung the door open to the sight of his best friend lounging on the small two-seater sofa he had taken from his parents' house as the only thing small enough to fit into the flat. Sirius was grinning at him pr
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omg I almost cried when I finished reading it! <3 <3 <3