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"Hermione, have you ever wondered, if there's something above the clouds?" Like another species of animal?" Harry enquired. Hermione who was, as usual, buried in schoolwork lifted her head from 'The Standard Book of Spells: Grade 6', she looked at Harry and then spoke, "I haven't really given it that much thought, I suppose there is something in what you say. I mean Muggles have no idea about the Wizarding World so them finding us would prove something of a 'new species' to them. So now I think about it, there must be something other in the world than just…" Hermione stopped. Harry turned and saw Ron strolling into the library with a s

*Present Day* It was a cold December morning and the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were waking up to the first morning of snow. Throughout the day many a snowball fight occurred in the courtyards and snowmen of all shapes and sizes were dotted around the castle it was a merry day indeed. Harry, Ron and Hermione however didn't join in the pre-holiday festivities and just sat in the Gryffindor Common Room all day in front of a crackling log fire. "Harry, what were you doing yesterday? Me and Ron hardly saw you at all we look on the map and you didn't show so we've gathered you were in the Room of Requirement or went i

He sees them together everyday. He knew this would happen though, didn't he? He knew this would happen one day. He'd known since fifth year that this would happen. He told himself it wouldn't hurt, but it did. It hurt more than anything else in the world. He remembers the day he found out like it was yesterday. "Padfoot, guess what? Tonks and I finally got together. I know I said I wasn't going to date… but she is wonderful," Remus gushed. It had been right after an Order meeting. Remus had been wearing a blue button-up and faded jeans. The smile on his face could light up a whole entire room. Remus had finally looked young again that

"Look, Dean, I'm sorry-" "Shut the hell up!" Dean screamed at Cas. His eyes were red and tears coated his face. His hands were clenched tightly, as if trying not to jump and attack the angel standing before him. Cas ran a frustrated hand through his hair, trying to find the right words to say. Dean didn't want to hear it. He didn't want to hear Cas's pathetic excuses. He just wanted him to leave. Leave like he did nine months ago. "Dean, if I told you, it'd only be worse. You know I had to do what I did," Cas said after a long, tense moment. Dean scoffed. "Yes, because leaving me alone for nine months, literally ALONE, and lying to me- is

So this is what a dance club is like, Cas thought silently to himself as he scanned the room with weary eyes. It was barely light enough to see a foot in front of him. A deep, fast-paced beat filled every corner of the room; weaving its way through large groups of self-conscious teens grinding unnecessarily close to each other, sliding through the crowds surrounding the bars, and dancing gracefully out the slightly ajar door into the cool November air. The noise was unbearable and drugs were passed out in full sight. A girl danced on a table sensually, sliding her shirt over her head to reveal a lacy bra and an undoubtedly beautiful body. He

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi! You and the stranger both like harry potter. You: THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED! Stranger: Indeed You: Are you the heir??? Stranger: Possibly, He lived a thousand years ago so there is no way to know for sure. You: I'm feeling more like 50, but eh, no one's judging you. I THINK ITS HARRY POTTER! Stranger: Salazar Slytherin lived over a thousand years ago. The last time the Chamber was opened the child was possessed. You: SHIT I JUST GOT OUT-POTTERED You: damn. I praise you. Stranger: You should. You: *bows* My apologi

"So, this is where you're living now?" Draco Malfoy asked, following a certain Chosen One into his new flat. He threw his black jumper on a nearby coat hanger where Harry had put his own and turned to scan his friend's new home. "Yep, home sweet home," Harry said happily, using his arms to refer to the small living room. It really wasn't much; Harry's flat only consisted of a bedroom, small bathroom, kitchen, and living room.  He didn't feel the need to waste all his money on something big- he was single and at work more often then he was home, anyways. Being an Auror really took up a lot of Harry's life. But he always made time for Draco.

John Watson was woken up by someone sliding into his bed with him and wrapping their slender arms around his waist, pressing against his back. At first, he wanted to push away and ask who decided they could get in his bed without his permission. But since he was too tired to do that option, he let the intruder cuddle close. He had always been a sap for cuddling, anyways. Even if he didn't let anyone know. Even if this could be Moriarty about to kill him. He was just too damn tired to do anything about it. Living with Sherlock Holmes really put a strain on John's life. So he could enjoy these few moments with however decided to come into his r