AoiFidelity

[Harry Potter is not mine. But in fact J.K. Rowling ©. I only own sixteen plus of the original characters. (Even though some of them are my friends') This of course takes place in 1992. So if I had to rely on wikipedia for some of this information. I have a good sense of originality so read how Ron and Harry arrive to school my way!] On a bright day, in mid-afternoon, a small outburst could be heard on the Hogwarts Express, after it took it's leave from Platforms 9¾. This day, September first, was the day everyone took their leave to go to Hogwarts... "Holy, Confucius...you know this is fucking summer right, Jolin?" A rather deep, yet

Aoi then remembered something, "Oh! I forgot to tell you my name. It's Aoi." She smiled at the two red haired, freckled boys. The expression on Fred and George's face was one word. Priceless. "Say that again?" The Weasley twins asked. "Never mind, just call me Blu if you can't say my real name properly." She said while looking over to the Head Table. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After licking her fingers clean of the strawberry's juices, the desserts vanished. Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore have returned as the feast had come back to an end. Soon, Professor Snape, the hoo

Pairings: Still not any as of yet Disclaimer: I own shit. J.K. Rowling created all of the Harry Potter people. I only created eleven and for my friends, I had to help create were five. So I technically own sixteen characters as of so far. Warnings: Um…watch out for the Fidelity's and possibly Ron. They can honestly do quite a number on you. Information: [praise] Thank you Wikipedia! Because basically, I have no idea what the frick a treacle tart was. And plus, what was inside it.  And other stuff… "Dialogue" 'Thoughts' Reading or writing Enjoy! "Sorry, for not introducing ourselves first. I'm Fred Weasley." The red haired, freckled b

It seems just like yesterday, that she came walking into the Great Hall. She short hair wisping lightly as she strode over to sit at her table. She looked peaceful. Seemed as if nothing bothered her, and nothing would harm her; get in her way and stop her. I believe that we were both in second year. She never gave me the time of day, and I would always crave her. Back then she used to be the epitome of my obsession. When I attempted to ask her out, she scoffed and asked me what my name was. I responded in my normal hot-head fashion, "I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy. I've heard an awful lot from your brother, Vincent. I-" Before I could f