Hermione's Last Moments in her Dormitory

Hermione Granger sat in he dormitory room. She was reading Hogwarts A History, when she remembered a new idea to help Harry.
She took out her wand, and said "Accio! Horcrux books!"

In an instant they flew into the window. She suddenly felt a cold breeze.

"Notty. Notty, Ms. Granger. I must go tell the headmistress what you're up too!!" A high pitched cackle ran through out the room.To help Harry. Harry Potter. To do a task that Professor Dumbledore has asked him to do."

Peeves shook his head and waved his finger at Hermione.
"When has that ever stopped me before?"

"I'll.. I'll call on the bloody baron!" (Even though Hermione knew that the bloody baron would never step into Gryffindor Tower, she knew Peeves was terrifed of him.

"Fine. You win this time Ms. Granger. But next time.. You better watch out!!" with that, Peeves cackled and flew through the door.

"Phew." Hermione said. Looking around at her room she had been living in for 6 years, a tear drop went down her cheek.

There were pictures of Victor Krum from the Yule Ball, there was one of Ron trying out for Qudditch. Her and Her parents when Hermione had gotten the acceptance letter to Hogwarts.
And one of all three of them, Hermione, Ron and Harry standing side by side at the Weasley's house.

She looked at Ron's face in the picture. He was grinning, and waving at her. She wished that he knew how she felt about him.
Harry had confided in her about how hurt he felt when Ginny was with another boy, but her heart had almost been ripped out when she saw Ron kissing Lavander Brown.

Someday, she hoped he would know, before it was too late, because danger was surely upon them.



* This a Fan fiction story. The characters and books belong to J.K.Rowling. but the story is mine.

Snowball Faerie

   

 

 

 

 

 

 

   Snow has come.

      Not because of Clouds.

      Or Icicles  that are so loud.

      But because of a little Faerie.

      Named Wendy,   who loves

      snow flakes and iciclcakes.

 

      She makes them out of  left over

       snow on  a humans sweater.

      She mixes them together.

 

          In a batter full of sweet.

        Her cave doesn't bug her

         it hugs her and keeps her warm.

      

She prefers the Snow moon over

        the Yellow Sun.

 

   She flies up  to it, and sends more snowflakes down.

        Down and Down they go, all the way to Earth.

 

      Where  summer faeries lurk.  But she stops them.

       Her icy cold hands send out  freezing cold brownies.

      

     That smack them in their face.

      And this is how the snowballs fight started.

      

 

All because of one little faerie,  who declared

   that  Winter  should not begin before December 21st.

 

 

So the Summer and Fall Faeries  drifted away,

 and were not seen again until June.

 

 

Poster Fairy

  Dear Diary,
          My name is Cora.  I have this dream of becoming Poster Fairy.   You know, like one of Amy Brown's paintings?
               Just once..   It would be amazing. to be famous.. though,  I think maybe I'd be annoymous.  But then again who knows.

Poster Fairies are everywhere. I know some of them.  They're what humans are called: Models.  You only get selected if you're  skinny, beautiful, and willing to have tons of make up on.
  Why Diary, can't their be  a normal Fairy?  Yes, we are beautiful.  I consider myself beautiful, but not in a Princess way. 
                I consider myself good enough to be a Brain Froud fairy.  I live in the woods,  with many different creatures.
             My purple color brightens them.  But I do it to make them happy, not as  a selfish act.

You see.  Those  pretty, skimpy fairies do Posters as  a selfish act.  To get attention.  Me. I would do it to bring all the sad woodland creatures  like mice back to life.
  I've heard whispers of  girls through the woods  wishing they had fairy magic.   I wish  I could give them a  bit of mine.  To let them know, how  that they too can be beautiful.
            It is from them I have heard of this Brain Froud, an artist from England.  Who accepts all kinds of  creatures. Of all colors.
            Maybe. Someday, he'll find me in his back yard, and paint me. That is a wish, Diary.

Mia, the Hufflepuff a Short Story

In Hogsmeade,  a girl named Mia sits.   She is wearing a yellow scarf, a badger on her cloak, and starring at somebody.
         He doesn't know her. Or for that matter, has ever heard her name.

She knows him.  He's Harry Potter. And she's just, well, Mia.
     She also knows that Harry Potter gave  Cedric Diggory the clue to the first task. Dragons.

Yes, she was there.
            Not being stalkerish.  She just loved the twizard tornument.


Her siblings had told her about the first one,  many years ago.  Before the age of 17 was the age you could compete.
       Her uncle was in it, he was a Hufflepuff too.  People seem to  look at Hufflepuff as a house that has no meaning.
         But obvisouly, years later, her family would find out that her Great-Grandmother, Helga Hufflepuff  had given  Lord Voldemort the original Hufflepuff cup.
       
    Mia wished that Harry knew about her.  But, he just loved Cho from Ravenclaw. Everybody knew that. Even if he didn't think so.  Cho blabbed so much in the girls room about the two boys who liked her, Cedric and  Harry.

      

Mia took one last sip of her Butterbeer, and stepped out side into the crisp air of Hogsmeade.
   Without looking where she was walking, she had bumped into somebody.

And  he said, "Oh, Sorry. Mia."

 She looked up and said,  "It's okay."  She realized who it was. Harry. Harry Potter.

"How did you know my name?" She asked.

" I know your name because of Hermione Granger. You're in her Arithmatic class." Harry said.

"Oh. Yes. Yes, that's right."  Mia liked Hermione, she was always kind.

"Well, I better be off.  I'm actually meeting Hermione and Ron now." Harry said.

With that, he went inside, and she walked back to Hogwarts with a smile.

This would be the story she would tell her children someday. That yes, she got to talk to the famous Harry Potter,  and that yes,  He destroyed their Great-Grandmother's cup  to save the world from a dangeous man named Lord Voldermort. Who surley, would have killed her for being a half blood and being  her Great Grandmothr's  Great-Grandaughter.  if it was not for that famous Harry Potter.
 
* Mia is my character. Hogwarts, Harry and Hermione and Ron belong to J.K.Rowling. As well as Cho, Cedric,  Lord Voldermort and The Triwizard Tournement, Hogsmeade, and Butterbeer, and Arithmatic class, also so is Helga Hufflepuff  To learn more about their stories, you can read in Harry Potter the Goblet of Fire.