A Wandmaker's Transfiguration

There once was a man.  
  Who loved making wands.
    He made them for every student.
      Every buyer.
  Even those liers like Bellatrix Lestrange.
  One day he had a strange idea.
  What if he could turn into a cat?
   A cat who slept on a mat all day?
  Then no one would bug him.

   He would be happy.
So One day he did just that.
and little did he know,
a girl would adopt him.
He would never say sound,
but flop around.
He loved being a cat.
A cat that didn't have to wear a wizard's hat.
The Wizarding World will have a new wandmaker someday,
but for now that wasn't
Mr. Ollivander's worry.
Except beloved and be
as happy as any old wizard could be!

Shawn and Gus Tap Dancing

There once were two men.  In their mid thirties.
However they were famous for liking pineapples and tap dancing.
 Their names were Dule Hill and James Roday.

One thing they didn't know is that one day a fan
would magically turn them into hobbits.
who lived inside the Shire,  across the way from Frodo and Sam.

And take the places of Mary and Pippin on the table.
 And a girl would walk in,
and see them tap dancing in black shoes and hats.

To this day they are legends,  stories that will be told
for years and years to come.
All because one girl liked one show
with a Psych detective
and movie with Hobbits, Elves, and Dwarves.

That she combined them all. and  what came about,
was more craziness and fun then a fake pineapple detective named Shawn Spencer could come up with on his own.

A Little Color from Nikki

 Nikki was fascinated by the house she had just been in.Well, a house if you could call it that. It was more of a kitchen and some tea pots hanging down from it.
  But that didn't matter.  She had just met some faeries. Real ones.

 They wanted her help.  Her help to save Baltimore.  Because Baltimore was losing it's magic and imagination.   Yes, it had art and color. But crime had gotten to the better of it.
       Even the Brandywine River museum looked cleaner than Patterson Park or Highland Town, or Liberty Heights for that matter.

The faeries had given her one special power:
   The power of color. Her job was to bring it back to the people of Highland Town. And it was working, slowly.
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She started off with the local Tavern, the Venice Tavern that nobody dared to go in because they were terrfied of it. She made the outside of the Tavern shine with some silver and the stairs to smell like roses.
       She could tell some people were less terrifed to walk by it,  because the shineness and the smell of roses scared off the dangerous people.

    Occasionally she would see people singing joyus music at Christmas Time on the streets, and nobody bugged them. She was thankful for that.

  That's what she needed to add. Was music. Healtlhy music. Not the kind that scared a cat, or a neighbore, or shook an entire neighborehood like at Bordertown.  Happy Music.

Fae music.    How she would pull it off she wouldn't know... Thats when she went back to her favorite place by the pond, the only nature left in the entire town.
And called the Raven for help.

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.